Beyond the Divine States

This is the imperial city at the end of autumn. The fallen leaves of banyan trees are almost withered, and the old and dense branches are extending vigorously. A small palm stretches to the sky. Occasionally, the leaves on the top of the trees are dying red. The moon is still lightly hanging high, but the white light of the morning has been surging up a thin line in the sky, just like the back of a beluga.

The rotten leaves piled up under the banyan trees still have traces of last night's heavy rain.

Before everything really faded, a new day dawned like this.

The imperial city gradually lights up, the ancient city walls and the vicissitudes of green tiles are also given color at this moment.

The garrison in the city squinted and felt the bright and dazzling morning light. The palms holding the long guns were full of calluses.

Yesterday's horror seems to be close at hand, so today's sunshine is dazzling and unreal.

In Changxiang hall, Zhao Fu's face turned white, his cheeks were slightly sunken, and his body was still full of powder. He looked at the dawn sky and thought about when Zhao xianger would return the throne to himself after he had finished everything.

Thinking of these, he wanted to go out of Changxiang hall to have a look, but he was mercilessly stopped by the bodyguard outside the door.

In the palace, Tang Yu wakes up from her couch. Her breath is even and she has no worries about her life.

When she woke up, she saw Zhao xianger sitting by the couch, making medicine by herself. Tang Yu was a little at a loss, so she called "Miss" respectfully. Then she saw her Black Embroidered Golden Dragon Robe, and she changed her voice and called her majesty.

Zhao xianger said with a faint smile, "just call me miss. I just think this dress is beautiful. I'm not interested in that position."

Zhao xianger continued to make medicine, and the delicate fingers were full of Pearl like color.

The early morning light outside and the lights in the room seemed to move with her wrists.

When Lu's wife came out of the sedan chair, the morning wind swept, the green silk was blowing, and the sword clothes were like clouds.

This is today's imperial city. They caught a glimpse of the Chaoyang of the state of Zhao.

And under the sun, in an almost imperceptible shadow, flashed a very disharmonious red shadow.

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Early in the morning, Qiu Li walks into the immortal forest.

He was dressed in a gray robe, with hair on his head, eyes covered with black mist, and blood in his pupils.

Now that the wizard master is dead and the order of the palace has not come down, he is the disciple of the wizard master as his successor, and he is the master of the wizard master's hall for the time being.

However, Qiu Li knew that he would be driven out of the main hall of witchcraft within a day. He would be exiled or directly executed.

Of course, he didn't want to wait to die and watch the scene happen. Just now, when he was in despair, he met a "person", and the conversation still made his blood surge and it was difficult to calm down.

He is slow, because slow can appear confident and steady.

The other disciples of the main hall met him and saluted in silence. Qiu Li waved his hand and the crowd dispersed silently. He walked into the hall alone.

In the main hall, the black feathered brother stood on the wooden frame, his black eyes staring at the coming Qiu Li, spewing words.

"Tell Qiu Li that the plan will not change... Tell Qiu Li that the plan will not change..."

This is the last word of the wizard Lord. In fact, after yesterday, all the plans have been in vain.

But this pa Ge is not a spirit beast after all, can only rely on instinct to do boring repetition.

Qiu Li was annoyed when he heard that. With a flick of his sleeve, a aura came out. With a swing of the wooden frame, Pago flapped his wings and flew up in fright. A few pieces of dark feathers fell off, and the tone of his voice became more strange.

"Tell Qiu Li that the plan remains unchanged - tell Qiu Li that the plan remains unchanged..."

Qiu Li took a deep breath. His pupils were red. He clenched his fist and said, "the old man is haunted!"

Qiu Li sat down in the position of the original witch master, closed his eyes, and no longer paid attention to the noisy Pago.

He seemed to be struggling with something. His frowns almost collided with each other. On his neck and cheek, the protruding veins were like twisted poisonous insects.

Sunshine over the horizon, immortal forest, four seasons as usual, are not the color of life.

A quarter of an hour later, there was another emissary in the undead forest.

"Your Highness wants you to go to the birthday party." He came and went in a hurry, and his tone was indifferent.

Birthday party?

Yes, today is Zhao xianger's 16th birthday.

Only 16 years old, so terrible

What scares him most is that the emissary said let, not please.

He knew that he had followed his teacher's orders to encircle the imperial palace. At the moment, all the killers and assassins were dead, and no one was missing. Of course, such a small man as him was a total failure.

Qiu Li closed his eyes and stood up with a sigh.

On the rickety wooden frame, the black winged brother has stood firm again. He opens his long dark yellow beak, and suddenly says: "torture heaven, law earth, sacrifice to the city Kingdom... What do you mean..."

What does it mean to sacrifice heaven and earth to the city kingdom

It repeats itself.

This is what the witch master often says in his daily life, and this brother also wrote it down.

Qiu Li was startled. His eyes were like an arrow. He looked at it and said harshly, "what did you say?"

After a while, he said, "tell Qiu Li that the plan will not change... Tell Qiu Li that the plan will not change..."

Qiu Li's eyebrows were locked deeper. He stood there, looking at the restless brother with deep pupils.

"Elder martial brother, it's time to go." A young man knocked on the door of the hall and gently reminded him.

Qiu Li sighed, nodded slowly and walked out of the hall.

Tell Qiu Li

The plan remains unchanged!

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In the Imperial City, it's already dawn.

Outside the most central imperial palace, the city wall is still in ruins. The steps in front of the palace are broken to pieces. The square is also full of bricks and stones, and even reveals the solid soil under it. In the soil, there are deep pits,

The civil and military officials who entered the palace had to walk around the two sides of the pit, which were also rugged and difficult to walk, like mountain roads.

The palace is well preserved. In the palace, there are old utensils on the yellow curtain, seats on the green curtain, simple cups and wine bottles on several long tables, and no delicacies. With the sound of drums, one after another into the hall in official clothes, there is not much conversation between each other, just in turn.

Yesterday's shock was so great that today's officials, who are usually high spirited and arrogant, dare not ask for any illness or prestige in front of Zhao xianger. Most of them are peaceful.

But now the throne has not been repaired, and I don't know where Zhao xianger will be sitting.

There are also two empty tables under the steps. The bottles on the tables are of the highest specifications. I don't know who will be sitting here at that time?

……

Not far from the main hall, Ning Xiaoling is helping Ning Changjiu to walk towards the palace.

Because they were recuperating in the side hall of the Imperial Palace, they didn't need to walk too much to enter the palace.

Just as soon as I went out, I met song side.

Song side looked at the brothers and sisters in surprise and said, "haven't you left the imperial city yet?"

Ning Xiaoling was stunned and didn't know how to explain. She took a look at the elder martial brother.

Ning Changchang said: "after the banquet today, I will leave the imperial city with my younger martial sister and go to find a fairyland."

Song side nodded slightly and said with some satisfaction: "it's certainly a good chance... You've seen what happened in the imperial city these two days. On that day, I harshly reprimanded you. I hope you two young people don't get involved in this situation and lose your lives for no reason. Now it seems that your brothers and sisters are really tough."

Ning Changjiu laughed and joked: "it's not hurt. I should have listened to Mr. Song and left early."

Song side stroked his beard and said with a smile: "it's not a bad thing for young people to suffer more. Don't worry, your highness is the daughter of the empress. No matter how chaotic this imperial city is, she will take care of it."

Ning Changjiu said sincerely: "Your Highness is incomparable and admirable. With her in the Imperial City, we can naturally settle down a hundred hearts."

Song side smell speech is very satisfied, nodded and asked: "you are also to attend your Highness's birthday banquet?"

Ning Changjiu replied, "exactly."

Song side thought that their master also died for the imperial city. Since the two disciples survived, it's no big deal to go to the birthday banquet to gather a few.

He saw that the younger martial brothers and sisters were beautiful. They were disgusting before, but now they are more and more pleasing. He might as well sell them two thin faces and said with a smile, "you might as well join me."

"Er..." Ning Xiaoling raised her head and was surprised.

Ning long just want to refuse, song side made a please gesture, way: "two small Taoist, please."

Today, Mr. song seems to be in a good mood. He would rather not be disappointed for a long time. He gives in to him and finally follows him into the palace.

Today, song side has a high prestige in the imperial palace. In the change of the Imperial Palace, he plays the most important chess piece. At today's birthday banquet, he also sits in a very high position.

Now these two little Taoists are brought into the temple by themselves. In the future, they will be of great benefit to their reputation in the state of Zhao.

Ning long and song side whispered to talk about some, after a few words of gossip, they came to the palace.

At this moment, Zhao xianger, dressed in a brand-new Dragon Robe, has entered the palace. She looks ahead. The black robe is on the ground. The dragon and phoenix dance on the robe. The beautiful long hair of the girl is not decorated with any gold hairpin and jade crown. It just falls down like a waterfall. She drapes it down to her waist along with the dark robe. With the light step, the delicate toe covered by the lower skirt looms, Long hair is also gently put.

Zhao xianger didn't pay attention to anything. He just sat down on the steps in front of the hall and chuckled at the crowd. The girl's face was pure and beautiful. At this moment, her thin lips were pursed to show the beauty of her age.

Until today, many people find that the elegant wild girl, who had not been seen in the Qianming palace for three years, has now become a state-of-the-art.

But none of them dared to take a look more, even if they dared to take a glance, they also dropped their eyes in a hurry.

Zhao xianger said with a smile: "today is my birthday, and you are all Zhao Guodong and Liang. The future of Zhao depends on you. Why are you so dead?"

Then she took the wine cup from her side case, clasped the cup body in one hand and gently held the bottom of the cup in the other hand. She flattened her body and slightly spread her eyebrows. She said, "when the later generations come, we'll have a banquet, and then we'll drink together with you. Don't refuse."

They all raised their glasses and saluted Zhao xianger. The atmosphere was a little more lively. Some people looked at the long cases at the front and thought about who would be sitting there.

There must be song's share.

Only then thought like this, saw song side then walked.

Song's actions in the Imperial Palace have long been well known, and it is predictable that his official position will be at its peak in the future.

Today, the Song Dynasty's clothes are solemn, but it's hard to hide the cheerful color on his face.

He slightly arched his hands to the officials of the two roads, and then gave a deep salute to the girl on the golden steps.

And behind him, a couple of young girls, if they were not all good-looking, and followed song's side, I'm afraid it would be a bit dazzling.

When Zhao Shisong saw them, he was slightly surprised. He also heard the news of the other courtyard last night. When it was quiet, he sent someone to explore, only to see the ruins everywhere.

He thought that the elder martial brothers and sisters had already died, but he didn't expect that they were still alive. However, it seemed that the boy had been hurt a lot.

That young man has a good skill. It's estimated that he played an important role in the palace yesterday, but I don't know where they will sit

Zhao Shisong thought about this, and then watched them walk in front of him, continue to walk, toward the depths of the banquet.

He frowned, and suddenly saw the two empty cases in front of the golden terrace. He was shocked, and an unrealistic idea suddenly appeared.

At this moment, song's steps stopped slightly. He looked at the young girl behind him, frowned slightly, and said in a soft voice, "just sit down according to the position mentioned on the note. You don't have to follow me all the time, and you don't have to be formal at the banquet later. Just listen to your Highness's arrangement."

Ning Xiaoling took a look at the invitation, then closed it and looked at Song side silently.

Song side only thought it was the first time they saw such a scene, and did not think much about it. He continued to move forward, and then sat down in front of a case extremely close to the Jin stage.

People have cast strange eyes.

Song took care of his official uniform, thinking that he had endured so long, and that he was happy with all his pains. These envious eyes were normal.

Then he found that they didn't look at themselves

I saw that the two simple brothers and sisters in Taoist robes kept on walking. They passed by their own case and walked towards the front. The pretty girl pulled Ning Changchang's sleeve, secretly took out the invitation, repeatedly confirmed it, and then took the elder martial brother to sit down.

Ning Changjiu nods to song's side.

"This... You..."

Song side opened mouth, want to say and stop, look is hard to hide shock.

One of the people next to him took the lead in responding. He patted song's shoulder and said happily, "master song really has a deep heart. He knows that these two Taoist priests are all little immortals. He followed them all the way and pretended not to know, but he was full of immortality."

"You..." Song side arm half lift, for a moment language plug, look embarrassed.

Zhao xianger looked at them, pursed her lips, and had a light smile on her face.

Ning Changchang sits down slowly. He is wearing long hair and a green shirt. He is calm and light. Although his clothes are simple, he has a pretty face and is quite immortal. Now he is sitting higher. In the eyes of people, he is a real immortal.

The little girl is much more formal. She seems to be very afraid of strangers. She holds the sleeve of her elder martial brother and leans to his side all the time, hoping to get into his arms.

Before long, the eyes of the people were taken away by another shadow.

Outside the hall, a figure with a power fence on her head and white gauze curtain flutters into the hall like a breeze blowing clouds. The woman's sword clothes are like snow, and her waist is equipped with an ancient sword. Her peerless face can only be glimpsed through the whirling white gauze, and her gentle figure is more like the moon at night.

But this kind of beauty seems to be covered with a layer of worldly spirit. It's clearly close to us, but it feels like watching a mirage like a moon in the water.

The crowd slowly reflected that this was the immortal who came by the blue and white sedan chair. At that time, his majesty invited her personally and did not get off the sedan chair. Now he came to the banquet.

The presence of officials can not help but give birth to a trace of joy and honor Yan.

"Miss Lu." Zhao xianger got up to greet him.

With a smile, she gave a sword gift and sat down on the front desk.

Zhao xianger suddenly took a look at Ning Changchang. There was a strange light in his eyes, and he soon recovered as usual.

"A feast." The girl raised her glass again and drank it all in one gulp（ Thanks to Ji Chanxi for yesterday's reward ~)