Madam, look at the sword!

Chapter 36 The elders and young ones of the monarch and his ministers
Emperor Zhou asserted that Zhao Chengfeng would return within half an hour.

He believed that the Third Prince's decisiveness was different from ordinary people.

In fact, now that Zhao Chengfeng is faced with the temptation of countless ancient books and top secret cultivation techniques, he can only rely on beauty to divert his attention.

fortunately
He is horny!
And it just so happened that the woman who was obviously imprisoned here was already charming enough even if her hair was disheveled and she didn't look at her face.

At least it's pink...
Therefore, he strengthened his will and thought of a crucial question.

So Zhao Chengfeng tightened his grip on the blood pestle and no longer looked at the ancient wall. He only glanced at the woman who was shackled in mid-air. He sighed and decided to return to Qimo Pavilion.

Although he obviously didn't use any secret technique, and there was no connection between him and the Blood Pestle, it seemed that the spiritual object in his hand could hear his voice.

Zhao Chengfeng flew up again, entered the sea again, passed through the doors one after another at the bottom of the river, and floated on the water.

Just floating on the Huaihe River, he looked at the back of the huge red ship and found that no one was waiting for him.

Zhao Chengfeng took advantage of the wind and returned to the elegant room. He used the true energy in his body as quickly as possible to evaporate all the water in his body, and then heard applause.

Passing through the suite, we came to the south facing the interior of Qimo Pavilion. All the restrictions here had been opened. Emperor Zhou and King Xian seemed to be enjoying the performance in Qimo Pavilion.

"came back?"

"Ah."

"Sit, sit."

As a bodyguard, he was very conscious of a bodyguard. Not only did King Xian pull out a chair, he also filled a cup of hot tea for Zhao Chengfeng.

But the way he looked at Zhao Chengfeng was obviously different from before he went there.

"How is it, does it look good?"

“It looks good, but it doesn’t look good either.”

“What’s beautiful and what’s not?”

"The woman is beautiful, but that wall is ugly."

As he spoke, Zhao Chengfeng took a sip of tea, followed Emperor Zhou's gaze and looked into the cabin, finding that it was already overcrowded.

Except for the performance space left in the central area, this place, which originally looked spacious, quiet, and elegant when we first came in, lost all its beauty because the upstairs and downstairs were full of people.

At this time, it seemed that the song had just ended, and a girl holding a flute bowed and left the stage.

But maybe the people who can enter Qimo Pavilion tonight are rich or noble, so they all keep their identities and no one cheers.

So the scene with only some applause looked a bit cold, and the girl was a bit pitiful.

Just like in the past, with Zhao Chengfeng's temperament, he would definitely try to cheer up the poor man and liven up the atmosphere.

But now he really has no intention.

King Xian, who had just listened to what he said and fell into deep thought for a moment, said worriedly: "Don't bite off more than you can chew on the wall. If that woman wakes up, you must not be seduced."

Zhao Chengfeng understood the meaning of this sentence and felt even heavier.

Did you give me the blood pestle?

Don't mind.

"I"

Emperor Zhou said: "Here he comes."

As soon as he finished speaking, after the grand introduction below, the dance party headed by Miss Qiyan officially came on stage, which attracted collective cheers from the reserved nobles.

Today, the thirteen girls are all wearing white satin that has been cut to just the right amount. However, each one has different characteristics and has a different design, but overall they all have a neat style that highlights the beauty of their figures.

When the first note of the guzheng sounded like mountains and flowing water, thirteen people held swords in different postures. Just one posture had the intention of fighting and iron horses rushing towards them, and the sword energy was not released yet but it felt vertical and horizontal.

Coupled with the different looks and auras of 13 people, this opening immediately stunned the entire audience.

Zhao Chengfeng had seen the sword dance before, but when he watched it again today, he felt it was different.

In particular, Qiyan didn't know if her cultivation had improved. Not only did her energy and spirit seem to be at their peak, but just the posture of holding the sword seemed to have some natural meaning.

Naturally, Emperor Zhou had seen it on different occasions. At this time, he had the same opinion as Zhao Chengfeng: "I'm afraid this girl Qiyan has some enlightenment in the way of swordsmanship."

Lift the sword.

Zhao Chengfeng remembered the sword marks on the ancient wall.

Among them, there is a group that is particularly mediocre and peaceful, but it is groundbreaking and truly breathtaking.

So: "Your Majesty."

"Do you think the blood pestle is too heavy?"

"Yes."

Emperor Zhou turned to look at him, and no longer mentioned the words nephew or good nephew, but said: "Chengfeng, do you know the relationship between people, how to go from stranger to trust?" "Your Majesty, please tell me. .”

"If two people want to move from strangers to trust, one person always needs to stand up first and be honest with the other person first."

His voice just fell.

The sword dance below suddenly started.

The thirteen girls are all in uniform, with powerful movements that look neat and beautiful.

They stepped on the unique drum beat and spread their sword energy across the field, dazzling everyone for a moment.

And the confrontation and fighting are even more thrilling and exciting to the extreme.

If there is no absolute trust, the smallest difference will lead to a huge mistake.

Zhao Chengfeng looked at this scene and nodded in agreement.

Emperor Zhou softly raised his withered fingers and pointed at the so-called high-rollers and celebrities in the cabin outside the ban: "No matter whether it is all over the world or among these people, very few people can understand that I and I How deep is the friendship between your father and his ministers? To what extent can we trust each other? They will only narrowly believe that the emperor should guard against powerful ministers, and the ministers should always understand the principle of accompanying the emperor like a tiger and walk on thin ice. But I hope you can Understand that your father and I are by no means such mediocre kings and ordinary ministers."

"And you, of course, are not the ignorant and incompetent dandy in the eyes of this group of people."

"I have seen countless young people in Zhoutian. In recent years, no one can control you. As a monarch, I naturally have to focus on cultivating you."

"At the same time, you are Qingshan's son. He sent you to Kyoto and brought you to me now. As an elder, of course I have to take care of you."

"So, no matter you are a monarch or a minister, you are old or young, I will give you everything I have to teach you, but you don't have to bear any burden, these are what I should do.

"As for the value of the blood pestle, in my opinion, it is just that. There is no suitable pestle holder in Lao Wei's family. The stupid old seventh has been taking care of it all these years. When you come here, I will naturally hand it over to you."

"I believe you will choose the most suitable method for you to practice on the ancient wall, but you must not indulge in it and become a Taoist old dog. In the end, you will not be able to grow up and live a wonderful life."

"As for what's going on with that woman, take the time to ask stupid old seventh."

After saying this, Emperor Zhou patted Zhao Chengfeng on the shoulder, and then continued to watch the sword dance.

Zhao Chengfeng personally experienced what he just said, "If you want to move from strangers to trust between two people, one person always needs to stand up first and be honest with the other person first."

In today's day's experience, Emperor Zhou stood out as someone who set an example and was always the first to stand up in this passage.

Emperor Zhou first gave Zhao Chengfeng the right to choose a wife that he originally wanted to fight for, but he didn't expect to get it so easily, and then gave him a mansion.

When Zhao Chengfeng thought that this was in exchange for him joining the court as an official, Emperor Zhou brought him here and handed him the blood pestle without hesitation.

Zhao Chengfeng cannot yet fully feel what the Blood Pestle means to the Zhou Tian Dynasty, but just from the ancient wall he can see, he understands how precious it is.

It feels good to be completely trusted, but of course it also creates a little pressure.

At this time, Emperor Zhou told him that whether it was the relationship between monarch and minister, or the relationship between elders and children, these were what he should do, so that he should not have any burden.

Only sincerity can break through the world's hypocrisy, and only truth can break through the world's emptiness.

Zhao Chengfeng completely felt the sincerity and truthfulness with which His Majesty treated him.

So he made up his mind to kill his eldest son in retribution.

But just as he was thinking silently.

Emperor Zhou seemed to see that he had many thoughts, so he said a common saying from the perspective of an elder: "Don't think about other things first. Put your roots in Kyoto first. Tomorrow, let's start a family and start a career." Get busy.”

Zhao Chengfeng nodded, feeling admiration for Zhou Tianxiong who could treat his descendants to such an extent. He really didn't believe that Yun Qin's so-called destiny emperor could do what His Majesty did.

"Ride the wind."

"Ok?"

"Who do you like best among these thirteen girls?"

"Of course Qiyan."

"Why do I think the girl named Yingru has longer legs than Qiyan?"

"Your Majesty, you like people with long legs, right?"

"Um"

"Actually, Luo Mei has the longest legs among the thirteen people."

"that is?"

"This is the one who is stabbing with the sword right now."

"Hey, it's true, I'm not tall, but my body is short and my legs are long."

Seeing Emperor Zhou's eyes shining brightly, Zhao Chengfeng felt that Yun Qin's so-called destined emperor might not even be as lustful as his majesty.

Wait a moment.
Why would I subconsciously belittle others and exalt His Majesty?

It's broken, maybe.
(End of this chapter)