Comprehensive Martial Arts: Read to become a sage, use martial arts to break the ban

Chapter 87 Please Confer King Shunwu

On the stage of Ganquan Palace, there is a gorgeous dragon seat in the middle, and the extremely thin Emperor Ming is sitting leaning on it, with a thick imperial pillow behind him.

On both sides, the queen's seat on the left is vacant, and an extremely beautiful concubine sits on the right.

Three thousand blue silks are tied into a hibiscus bun, with pearls and phoenix hairpins inserted, and she is wearing a thin crimson-purple skirt that is as long as the floor.

Her complexion is as transparent as sapphire, her eyes are misty but cold, her brows are slightly frowned, it seems that through Xiao Luo's face, she thinks of a person who has long passed away.

Xiao Luo walked through several banquet tables filled with delicacies, and walked in front of Emperor Ming.

He made an ordinary cross-hand salute, and said in a loud voice: "Craftsman Xiao Luo pays his respects to His Majesty."

Emperor Ming straightened his body and looked at him nearby: "Didn't you call yourself the king? What kind of grassroots are you pretending to be in front of me?"

"So I'm here for the banquet, and by the way, ask His Majesty for the title of prince."

"Presumptuous! Cough Yong cough!"

Emperor Ming was so angry that he coughed again, and Jinxian said helplessly, "Bold Xiao Luo, don't sit at your table yet."

Xiao Luo turned his head and looked, there were plenty of imperial seats, now there was only one vacant seat by the palace gate, which was reserved for him.

He walked over indifferently, sat down casually, and poured himself a drink.

Ignoring Emperor Ming's anger, concubines' curiosity, and royal family's shock, he felt as contented as he was in his own home.

In Ganquan Palace, apart from Emperor Ming's cough, there was no other sound.

Everyone watched quietly and waited, waiting for a storm to come.

Unexpectedly, after panting, Emperor Ming just waved his hand wearily: "Open the table."

Immediately, the head of the clan mansion sang and drank according to the royal family banquet procedure:
"Respect the heavens, bless my Xiao family, inherit the heavens and set up the pole, protect the people from the bottom up, and the succession of hundreds of kings will last forever."

In Ganquan Palace, everyone drank their first glasses of wine and thanked the heaven for blessing Xiao's rule.

"Thank you, Huiwu Xiao's family, the weather is good, they raised Qianli, and the Yilun repaired it, and it has been passed down to this day."

All the royal family raised their glasses again, thanking the land for their kindness.

The third process is to commemorate the ancestors of the Xiao family. Without the great ancestor to establish the country, how would the honor of the Xiao family be today.

"Thinking of the ancestors, bestow upon my Xiao family, the ruler of the world, inherit the orthodoxy, the ancestors live in the sky, and last forever."

After the three rituals, you can eat as you like.

Like folk customs, there are no taboos for brothers and children, uncles and sisters-in-law, toasts that should be toasted, and small talk that should be chatted.

According to the usual practice, Emperor Ming will arrange songs and dances for the two big banquets of New Year's Eve and Mid-Autumn Festival, and invite famous actors from all over the world to perform new programs.

But today, Emperor Ming was clearly in a bad mood. Not only did he not arrange a song and dance program, but he also canceled the usual sideshow of the school's princes and daughters' homework exams.

Coupled with Xiao Luo's confrontation just now, the people in Ganquan Palace couldn't guess the next development, so they all bowed their heads to eat.

The Oasis Palace was filled with dullness.

After eating and drinking for half an hour, this dullness was broken.

The Scarlet King Xiao Yu stood up unsteadily, and walked up to Emperor Ming: "I toast my father and mother, and wish my father a healthy dragon body, and my mother's celestial beauty forever."

Emperor Ming picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

The beautiful woman on the right is Concubine Xuan Yi Wenjun, she looked at Xiao Yu lovingly: "Concubine Mother also wishes Yu'er a safe and successful life."

Xiao Yu drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Then, he poured himself a glass from the jug held by Jinxian, and held it up to Xiao Luo who was in the corner.

"Brother Yu is very relieved when the Eighth Emperor Brother returns, how can he not have a drink."

Xiao Luo smiled, drinking, who is afraid of whom.

He also poured himself a cup: "Chi Wang please."

Head up and drink up.

A murderous intent flashed in Xiao Yu's eyes, instead of drinking, he picked up Xiao Luo's previous words:

"The Eighth Emperor wants my father to make you a prince. I don't know what title do you want? I heard that you are superb in martial arts and have killed countless people. Brother Yu thinks that Martial King is very suitable for you."

In Oasis Palace, there was an instant murmur of discussion:
"Using martial arts to break the ban and kill people wantonly, how can there be such a prince in the world?"

"That's right, the West Market explosion, I heard that hundreds of people were killed in the explosion."

"It's simply lawless, how could the Xiao family have such a wicked son, alas."

"I heard that he restrained his relatives and friends, and we couldn't escape being tortured to death by him. What a crime!"

The voice of discussion went from low to high, gradually forming a flood.

Xiao Luo knew that it was the forces behind Xiao Yu who were putting pressure on Emperor Ming, perhaps not just Xiao Yu's people.

He turned to look at Bai Wang Xiao Chong.

Xiao Chong sat in the first seat in the audience, closest to Emperor Ming, and he listened attentively to the discussion, but his face was expressionless.

Yan Zhantian died, presumably Xiao Chong hated Xiao Luo to the bone, the silence at this moment, is he confident, or is he waiting for the key blow?
Just when the discussion was getting louder, Emperor Ming dropped his wine glass with a "snap".

The wine glass shattered on the white jade floor.

Emperor Ming spoke harshly: "Xiao Yu, I'm not dead yet, are you going to crown me king or knight?"

"Father, son..."

"Shut up! It's not your turn to speak here!"

Everyone in Northern Li knows that apart from King Chang'an, Red King Xiao Yu is Emperor Ming's favorite prince. Later, when King Chang'an was demoted, Red King became the most popular among the princes.

Emperor Ming never scolded Xiao Yu, especially in front of Concubine Xuan.

In Ganquan Palace, everyone was shocked.

Concubine Xuan also turned her head in surprise, staring at Emperor Ming with smoky eyes, as if she couldn't believe that the scolding just now was aimed at her beloved son.

"Your Majesty, Yu'er is upright, asking for a reward for the Eighth Prince is the kindness of his elder brother, how can you misunderstand him."

This speech was like a bird coming out of a deep valley, and the trembling ending was full of resentment, which made Emperor Ming lose his mind.

Concubine Xuan was Emperor Ming's favorite concubine.

But she hadn't talked to Emperor Ming properly for many years, and she always refused him thousands of miles away on weekdays.

He hastily changed his mouth: "My beloved concubine, what I mean is that Xiao Luo has just returned, so there is no need to worry about becoming king."

"I am very anxious."

Everyone was shocked again, Xiao Luo put down his wine glass and stood up.

He didn't come to eat and drink, besides, he was full now.

Xiao Luo crossed the dining table and walked up to Emperor Ming again.

"Your Majesty, I think Chi Wang's proposal is very good, using the word Wu as my title, but I want to add another word in front."

Jinxian became anxious: "Xiao Luo, shut up!"

Xiao Luo ignored Jinxian, and said the word clearly: "Add the word Shun before the word Wu, Yao Tian Shun Sun, the world is peaceful."

King Shunwu!
In Ganquan Palace, everyone was stunned.

Emperor Ming stared at Xiao Luo steadfastly, his whole body was filled with anger.

He almost squeezed out a sentence: "Why do you compare yourself to a saint? Just because of the people you killed in Xueyun City, Qingcheng Mountain, Leijiabao and Xishi?"

"You really know my every move. That's right, just rely on the people I killed, and rely on me to survive the killing again and again."

(End of this chapter)