Stories Of Nine Cities

The banquet in the main hall goes on smoothly, but Zhao Qinyuan in the back palace is sitting in front of the window with a dignified expression. She is dressed in splendid clothes and can't move her eyes, but she can't see any joy.

"Madame?" Waiting for a long time, the maid of honor didn't see anything, so she called out carefully. When she saw Zhao Qinyuan turning back, she couldn't help whispering a reminder.

"It's getting late, madam. It's time to start." The maid of honor bowed her head and said something. She couldn't help thinking that someone had just run from the front hall to urge her.

"Well!" Zhao Qinyuan light should be, hidden in the big sleeve of the hands, tightly holding the paper scroll, Ning Mei stood up from the chair.

When Zhao Qinyuan got up, the maid of honor rushed to meet her and helped her to walk outside the door. The clothes on the road were gorgeous as if they were in early spring, and the lights were flickering, so that the flashing shadows seemed as if they had never been noticed.

The song and dance in the main hall remained the same, and everyone pushed the cup to change the cup with different ideas until Zhao Qinyuan appeared slowly, and everyone stood up quietly.

She went to the throne with the comity of all people, just like she went to hanjue with all the people, and then became the half master of the king's city, but this time she was waiting for her not hanjue, but hanwushang.

When she saw Zhao Qinyuan appear, Han Wushang's eyes lit up. Then she got up and took the task of supporting her. Then she sent her to the table and ordered the maid in waiting.

The place that was originally busy suddenly quieted down, and everyone was waiting for something. It seemed no surprise that the atmosphere was so weird that when Han Wushang began to speak, no one listened carefully.

"It seems that the new owner of the city is the young man in front of him." Bu Qingting came to Lu Jiujiu's ear and whispered in exchange for the latter's frown.

"So what?" Lu Jiujiu's noncommittal response gave way, and the Qing court looked at her with a grin.

"It's said that Wu Shang is still unmarried. He looks very handsome. I don't know how many girls will flock to him after he ascends the throne." Bu Qingting's words made Lu Jiujiu frown, but he didn't pay attention to them.

"Pang City and lion dragon city have always been good friends, and have adjacent relations. If they can form a family, it's really enviable." Seeing that Lu Jiujiu didn't speak, bu Qingting couldn't help saying another word.

"Adjacent? But in the middle, there is an eight prefect, which was once Jiaotu. Is the young master joking about this long-standing relationship? " The most difficult alliance in the mainland is lion dragon and Pang. Unless they can win the eight prefectures separated in the middle, namely Jiaotu, they will be restricted everywhere even if they join hands.

Even so, there are not many choices for lion dragon city. He knows that it's not the best policy, but he can only take the second place. Lu Jiujiu doesn't know how to settle down except in his heart.

"Why? But I'm afraid it's not someone else who's really out of reach. " Bu Qingting said and looked at Zuo Taifu and his party not far away. Lu Jiujiu also looked along the line of sight, but he didn't object.

Although the eight prefectures are jointly governed by the eight cities, the distances between the cities are different. It is not easy for the city located in the north to effectively control the territory located in the south. Once things change, there is no way to deal with them in time. This is also the main reason why the other cities responded but did not act when there was a mutiny.

For so many years, the eight prefects have maintained a superficial peace, but they just don't want to be the fuse. But this balance has already begun to disintegrate when the old lord of jaicanthus died. Now, the departure of Han Jue completely subverts the balance. Everyone here knows it, so they are here.

"Young master is a man of understanding." Lu Jiujiu looked at the Qing court.

"I don't dare, but no matter how I understand it, there are still people and things I can't figure out." Bu Qingting said and looked at the opposite junlinwan. What did the man sitting quietly beside Zhao Bing think?

Along the line of sight of Bu Qingting, Lu Jiujiu also found the seemingly leisurely junlinwan, who could not see the embarrassment of being in a bolt. If he was with the prime minister, why did he take the risk to contact them? If it's for information, why does it stop?

Lu Jiujiu looked at the king's arrival in the evening as if he were thinking. Bu Qingting seemed to want to speak, but his attention was momentarily diverted by Han Wushang's words on the throne.

"Although Fucheng has gone through many hardships, I have the honor to get help from all the cities. Here, I, Han Wushang, just on behalf of Fucheng, express my gratitude to you. At the same time, in order to better consolidate their relationship, Fucheng can't be without a master for a day. Although the incident happened suddenly, my father understood it and left a piece of imperial edict, which also left a piece of hope for Fucheng."

When the imperial edict came out of Han Wushang's mouth, all the civil and military officials began to talk about it. Except for the six imperial edicts, they were calm. Other people had already been in a panic. Even the distinguished guests from afar were shaken because of this. It was just the root of the shaken, not the appearance of the imperial edict, but the development of things was too smooth."Does the cold Lord still have such things?" Hua Nu curiously asked Lu Jiujiu.

"No way!" Lu Jiujiu's determined tone made the nearby Bu Qingting look at her and smile.

If the old city master wanted to leave an imperial edict, how could he not establish a crown prince? Since there is no Li Chu, there will be no such thing as an imperial edict. Even if there is, why didn't it be announced when the incident happened? Do you have to take it out at this time?

"Because of the sudden incident, rumors are everywhere outside. In order to seek the truth, we have to ask all of you here to help us make a witness to comfort the dead of our father and give an account to the world." It's like rehearsing for thousands of times, and Han Wushang's words are sonorous, without the slightest shake.

Zhao Bing could not help humming when he looked at this kind of cold Wushang. Then he looked at Zhuang Weixian, who was not far away. Although he was not good at it, he was still unmoved. He raised the corner of his mouth and looked up at Han Wushang standing on the throne.

Looking back at Zhao Qinyuan, Han Wushang's eyes indicate, but the latter looks at her with a little hesitation. Although it's just a moment, it makes everyone suspicious and tacit understanding.

"Mother?" Han Wushang narrowed his eyes and yelled, and let Zhao Qinyuan look at him. Then he turned and looked at the palace people nearby. After a while, he handed out the scroll hidden in her sleeve.

Seeing Zhao Qinyuan take out the scroll, everyone is waiting quietly, some are curious about what is written in it, but some are already aware of it.

The palace people spread out the imperial edict in front of everyone and began to read aloud word by word.

"In accordance with heaven's law, an edict says that I should think deeply about the importance of entrustment, be conscientious and conscientious, be thirsty for luck and prosperity, and be diligent and harmonious in my work. If I want to prosper and govern properly, I must reform the old and bring forth the new. Throughout the whole society, only young master Xi Xie can accept this appointment, so I make him a successor. Hope...! "

Originally, people were still listening carefully, but when the palace people read it smoothly, they suddenly heard Han Wushang shout.

"What did you say? Say it again Han Wushang, with an ugly face, stares at the palace man who took the imperial edict with a ferocious expression. Everyone is stunned and forgets to respond on the spot.

"Lord Zhuang?" Zeng Zexuan first looked at Zhuang Weixian and yelled. He still grabbed the other side's arm unconsciously, afraid that he had heard wrong.

"Did I hear you right?" He Wei blinks and takes out his ear, while Zhuang Weixian has turned his head to look at Zhao Bing. After seeing the same surprised expression on each other's face, he unconsciously raises the corner of his mouth.

"What's going on?" Zeng Zexuan frowned and looked to the throne. How could the Lord leave an imperial edict? Even if there is, how can such an imperial edict be in the hands of the city master's wife?

Looking at Zhao Qinyuan with a slightly surprised expression, it seems that everyone did not expect that things would turn out like this, especially when Han Wushang rushed to the palace people who were so scared that he was at a loss and grabbed the imperial edict from the other side.

The three words "hanxixie" are vividly in my mind, which can't be half false. The palace people who read above don't know what they have done wrong, and they look at hanwushang with panic.

"No way! This is fake! Fake Han Wushang tightly holds the imperial edict in his hand. Obviously, he can see the distorted handwriting on it. Before waiting for someone to react, Han Wushang has thrown the imperial edict to the ground in a rage.

This action attracted countless breaths, and made Zhao Bing frown. Even Zhao Qinyuan's face changed slightly, but she couldn't stop Han Wushang's recklessness.

It's an imperial edict. Refusing to accept it can be a capital crime. This kind of contempt is just looking for a way to die, and it's still in front of so many people. How can we justify it?!

Zhao Qinyuan looks at Zhao Bing in a panic, hoping that the other party can do something. Without waiting for Zhao Bing's reaction, Han Wushang rushes in front of the other party, reaches out and pulls the person from his position.

"Is it you? Did you do it? " How can the name of hanxixie be written in the imperial edict? For those who can obstruct, Han Wushang can only think of Zhao Bing.

"Young master, please respect yourself!" Zhao Bing grits his teeth and stares at Han Wushang. He didn't expect that the other party would be so stupid. Why does he want to dig his own grave? Even if he is not satisfied with what Han Wushang has done, he will not give the duck to Han xixie in vain.

"Self respect? You should be glad I have a little sense, otherwise... " Han Wushang stares at Zhao Bing fiercely, and his expression looks like he wants to eat people.

"Young master, calm down!" Zhao Bing also stares at Han Wushang. At the same time, he tries to break the other party's grip, but he has no choice but to bite his teeth and say a sentence with the volume that only each other can hear.

"I didn't do it. So many people are watching. Do you want to die?" If it goes on like this, it will not only make people laugh, but also let everyone know the death of Han Jue!

Does he know what he's doing? Zhao Bing bear the impulse to scold, staring at the cold without war, expression in addition to anger, more is hate iron not steel.

"Dead? I'd like to see who will die today! " While Han Wushang roars, he throws Zhao Bing back to his position."Come on! Give me the prime ministe