Book with Emperor

Chapter 63
At Maoshi the next day, the sun rose in the east, and nine bells from the palace rang throughout Langya City.

"avoid--"

There was no one on Suzaku Street, and the usually bustling street vendors on both sides of the street were gone.

In front of the main gate of the palace, Lou Binghe in iron armor led a hundred Ling Yun to lead the way, followed by a total of twelve court ladies, and Ning Zhao, who was wearing a dragon robe and a golden crown, stepped out of the main gate slowly.

"Why hasn't King Qin come yet?"

Xiao Mingyang was wearing a black robe with a red dragon pattern and a golden crown of black feathers and nine dragons in his hair. He walked out from behind him with a smile, "Afraid that I won't be able to beat him in public?"

"I think it's because of the huge delay on the way, I can't catch up."

Bai Chan wore a python robe with pure silver patterns and a purple gold crown with five phoenixes on his head, and walked out with a polite smile.

Xiao Mingyang looked at him appreciatively, "It's a pity that Qin Guanyue is not here today, and I missed your noble and handsome appearance for nothing."

Bai Chan nodded slightly, but did not answer.

"It's quite handsome, only a little worse than my brother."

The dragon girl walked up to the two of them lightly. She was wearing a deep purple robe, embroidered with dark silver patterns all over her body, and the pure white dress inside was radiant.

And the ankle-length blue hair was half-raised and combed into a towering cloud bun. There was only a silver-white hair crown on the head, which was beautiful and refined like no ordinary person.

Xiao Mingyang looked down at her attire, and said with a smile, "It's rare to see you dressed up, and you look a bit like a Daxia dragon girl."

"This is what I goth made for me."

Li Xuanxi raised his head and looked at Bai Chan without hesitation, "Although you are pretty, my brother is better."

Bai Chan replied, "Emperor Ziwei's celestial appearance is naturally incomparable to me."

Xiao Mingyang was thoughtful, "I have never seen Emperor Ziwei, but I have seen the most beautiful Mr. Xuanhe in Canglan. Who is better looking, he or your brother?"

"What is the most beautiful in Canglan? My brother is the most beautiful in Canglan."

After Li Xuanxi finished speaking, he looked around, wondering, "Where is Qin Guanyue? Why can't I see her?"

"She is not in good health and will not come today."

"Oh."

Li Xuanxi just asked casually, and stopped asking after getting a reply, and began to focus on the quiet city in front of him.

"Why so quiet?"

"Sacrificing to the Son of Heaven, others need to avoid it. Apart from first-rank officials and ritual officials, only the Crown Prince is accompanying him."

"Then... what about the old man?"

Li Xuanxi pointed curiously at the slow chariot behind him. Sitting on it was a grizzled old man with long beard, who seemed to be almost sixty years old, and was dozing off in a daze.

"It's the sacrificial wine of Guozijian. It has taught three generations of emperors. It is a teacher of emperors in the true sense, and it is also the master of ceremonies responsible for presiding over each Daxi emperor's sacrifice to the son of heaven."

Bai Chan looked at the old man sitting on the chariot, and said with a hint of exclamation, "Although he is almost sixty years old, he still goes to the Imperial College to teach the prince every day. Back then... King Qing, His Majesty, were his students. .”

Li Xuanxi blinked, "How do you know so clearly?"

Bai Chan's eyes paused slightly, and he replied with a smile, "I have heard from Young Master Qin before."

Xiao Mingyang turned around, "It's time to go to the altar."

The three of them raised their feet and walked forward at the same time, followed by each of the four imperial guards behind them, heading towards the city gate mightily.

Send clouds outside the hall.

The gatekeeper twisted his neck, "It's not very cold today."

"It looks like it's going to snow today."

Another guard looked back at the Jiyun Palace, "I don't know who this Young Master Qin offended, but the gate of the Jiyun Palace is guarded every day."

"Yes."

The previous guard looked up at the darkening sky, "This year, it snows a little more frequently..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in a guard uniform walked up to him.

After seeing each other clearly, the guard said in surprise, "Zhou Mian, why are you still here? Didn't you follow the imperial army to the altar?"

"Oh, the commander asked me to report something to Young Master Qin, and I have to rush there soon." Zhou Mian said with a smile.

The guard wondered, "This... General Lou said that no one can enter Jiyun Palace without His Majesty's order."

"The incident happened suddenly, and the commander was also ordered by His Majesty, so he didn't bother to write a handwritten order."

"Huh? What's the matter, what happened?"

"Ugh."

Zhou Mian sighed, frowned and said, "Your Majesty met an assassin at the altar..."

"what?"

The guard stared wide-eyed and leaned forward, "Your Majesty has met a thorn—"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a flash of cold light, and then his throat hurt, and a large pool of blood gushed out of his mouth.

The guard fell to the ground with a thud, and another guard also covered his neck, his eyes widened and he fell down.

Zhou Mian glanced at the two corpses, rushed into the Jiyun Hall with a knife in his hand, and kicked open the door of the Jiyun Hall.

The ten people behind him also rushed in and stabbed at the bulging quilt on the bed, but nothing was stabbed.

"Not right!"

Zhou Mian lifted the quilt, and there were only two pillows inside, his expression changed instantly, "Let's go!"

As soon as they turned around, they were stabbed in the chest by a burst of arrows shot from outside.

Zhou Mian lifted the quilt and threw it out, then jumped out of the window, but a sneer suddenly sounded behind him.

His back felt cold, and then a crossbow arrow pierced through his chest.

The sky was getting darker, and the wind was blowing against the window lattice, making the sound of hula hula.

On a street outside the palace, a woman was anxiously looking for her child, and her husband reprimanded her angrily.

"I tell you to watch it well, but you don't. What day is it today? If we offend His Majesty, we will be finished!"

"Can you blame me for this? I just cooked a meal, and the tiger ran away. I..."

"Okay, okay, let's find it quickly."

The couple didn't dare to shout, so they could only follow the door of the house and find a nearby dark alley, only to vaguely hear the child's voice.

The two hurried into the alley, and they saw several children squatting together and playing with something.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, but panicked with anger, she went up to her child and slapped her across the face, "I told you to be disobedient! I told you to run around!"

The child was very skinny, and he didn't cry out for pain, but pointed to the ground and said, "Mother, mother..."

The woman frowned and looked at it. There was a large water stain beside the ditch, exuding a pungent smell.

"Who told you to fumble with dirty things? It stinks."

The woman frowned, looked down and saw that the child's hands and face were covered with black water, and wiped his face while cursing.

There were several children nearby, and the husband stepped forward to pull them in. He caught a glimpse of the water stain, sniffed it, and was a little puzzled, "Why is this smell so familiar..."

The woman looked up, took the child's hand and smelled it, "This is not the one we use—"

"mother."

The child suddenly called her and looked behind her, "Someone..."

The woman was taken aback, and found that her man was also looking behind her in horror.

She turned away suspiciously, then her eyes widened.

"what--"

(End of this chapter)