The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　The biggest house in Shenjing City is naturally the White Emperor Palace. Undoubtedly, the White Emperor Palace is so big that the White Emperor Palace can account for three points, but the reason why the people of Shenjing City subconsciously exclude it, It is because it is not a house in the strict sense, it is a city within a city.

At the beginning of twilight, the Jiaming Hall in the Baidi Palace, used for royal banquets, was brightly lit, with bells and drums, and the huge hall was filled with banquets, with a total of 108 tables, accompanied by solemn bells. Eat it together.

Empress Wu sat at the top table with two empty tables on the side. Those belonged to the emperor grandson and the old lady. Zhao Yu did not attend, but the old lady showed up and said a few auspicious words. With the help of the maid, he returned to Lingbo Hall.

　　 Sitting below Empress Wu are the city lord of Liuli City, as well as Wei Guogong Xu Sheng, and the female saint of Icefield concealed her appearance, hiding in layers of confusion.

　　 is divided into three columns, according to civil officials, military commanders and sects sit from top to bottom in order of official rank, rank and cultivation level. The atmosphere in the whole hall is solemn and solemn, and they raise their glasses to signal each other and bow their hands in greeting.

　　 Empress Wu and the female saint both left shortly after the banquet began, and the atmosphere in Mingde Hall became active. Those who were sitting in the hall were the top dignitaries in Daxia. They hadn't seen them for a long time. Naturally, the cups were intertwined and the atmosphere was extraordinary.

　　 The Lord of Great Summer, Zhao’s banquet was the largest in history. Even the juniors of the generals and sects were invited, but the banquet was set up in the side hall.

　　 But the atmosphere of the side hall at this time is not good, but it has a taste of rattling.

The field is clearly divided into three factions. One faction leads the Daxia court with the seed and the fourteenth clan, the other is the Xuemin tribe led by the girl driving the female saint in Liuli City, and the other is the Haicuozong and other factions. Sect forces, Sun Moon Sect's double pride are also impressively listed.

　　 The juniors in Liuye Alley and Zizhu Alley who didn't deal with them on weekdays actually united for an unprecedentedly unprecedented level, and their spearheads were unanimous, and the opponent was the young generation of the rebellious Xuemen tribe sitting in the temple.

The headed Liulicheng woman did not speak, but the young men of the Xuemin tribe behind her. When the banquet just started, they kept chattering. She was burly in shape, with strong beards and hair. She only wore a short jacket and showed sturdy arms. Chest, full of irony.

　　 The Northern Snow Field is located to the north of the Huwo Mountains. The only short-distance to the Central Plains is Tianmen Gorge. Its relationship with Daxia is similar to the relationship between the subject state and the sovereign state.

　　The geographical location of the snowfield is too remote, the environment is extremely harsh, and there are not many resources, so His Majesty Taizu only accepted his surrender back then, and named one of the fourteen surname Jiang Jiang as King of Bei’an, guarding Tianmenxia.

And the Xueyuan tribe is naturally awkward, and there is a posture of doing everything if there is a difference, so the Jiang family's hands are more or less stained with the blood of the Xueyuan tribe people. Now the tribe people see the Jiang family’s children sitting in front of them, naturally not sinking. Staying breath, one after another provoked.

Of course, the Peng Rijiang, who was the first in the fourth army to kill, was not a person who refused to retaliate, beat the table and smashed the cup one after another, glaring, especially the fourth son of the King of Bei’an, Jiang Yue, who released his own Dao Soul, blood and energy rose, and the reflection in the side hall was red.

　　 Bingzong believes in hegemony. Regarding forces outside the Central Plains, it has always advocated that non-self races must be different. They should be killed and belong to the Great Xia hawks.

Fortunately, neither side is a brainless person, knowing that this place is the Baidi Palace, if you really perform all martial arts in this partial hall, you will be hung up and beaten by your parents after you go back. Therefore, under the mediation of the sectarian forces, I borrowed the slope. The donkey sighed. After all, Dao Wu Da Bi was right in front of his eyes, and the Xuemin tribe would also participate. At that time, he would see the truth under his hands.

No matter how lively and noisy the Jiaming Hall is, the Lingbo Hall near the Imperial Garden of the Baidi Palace will always be quiet and peaceful. After all, the old lady is very old and she likes to be quiet and does not like to move, so under the protection of layers, the outside The half-silk voice of the person must not be introduced.

　　 But today’s Lingbo Hall heard bursts of laughter from the old lady, who hadn’t laughed so presumptuously for nearly ten years.

　　Lingbo Hall is fragrant. On the dining table carved with red sandalwood, there are a few refined dishes. The old lady has always been simple and refuses to be extravagant, so there are not many dishes, and most of them are vegetarian dishes.

　　 In addition to the old lady, there are two small figures sitting at the table.

Rouge girl still holds a small cloth bag that never leaves her hand, because it contains her hard-earned money. She eats in small mouths, and while eating, she answers the questions of the old lady seriously, but she sits aside. Xiao Er, a little cautious, but also a little worried and uneasy.

The old lady who just came back from Jiaming Hall, her complexion was ruddy, and there was even more rice in the bowl than usual. She looked at the rouge girl in front of her with a smile in her eyes and asked, "It's delicious. Huh?"

　　 The little girl nodded, and replied smoothly, "It's delicious, it's the best dish I have ever eaten."

　　 I just wanted to call the old lady in front of me, but I didn't know what to call, so there was a momentary pause.

　　 The old lady saw the little girl's hesitation, reached out her hand to touch Rouge's head, and said: "You can call my grandma like Yuer, little girl, grandma doesn't know your name yet?"

　　 "My name is Yanzhi, Lu Yanzhi, grandma, you are so pretty."

　　 Rouge girl nodded, showing a sweet smile, her big eyes bent into two crooked moons.

　　 The praised old lady couldn't help but laugh again, and even the middle-aged maid waiting on the side showed a smile from the heart.

　　 The middle-aged maidservant has served the old lady for more than ten years, and she knows how much suffering and sadness the old lady has.

She was the first beauty in the vast and central plains of China in the past. She is the mother of Great Xia who is admired by hundreds of millions of people, but now she is just a bereavement for more than ten years. Her husband is missing. The whole house is just a poor old man.

After a dinner, the old lady leaned on the lounge chair by the fire, covered with thick silk cotton, her face was a little tired, but her eyes were still bright, beckoning Rouge to sit next to her, Looking at the little girl's red face, she said softly:

　　 "It is said that you are good at making tea. Would you mind giving me this old lady a cup?"

　　 The old lady had seen the information presented by Sitianjian after the little girl left the Qiongjiang Pavilion with the ice-field female saint half an hour.

　　 Rouge girl immediately took the tea from the small cloth bag, brewed a cup carefully, and handed it to the old lady with both hands respectfully.

The old lady took it. After taking a sip, she closed her eyes. The tea was slightly bitter. After the bitterness, it was refreshed and cool, and finally turned into a sweet sensation, and there was a trace of breath flowing, the breath was very weak, but pure and incomparable. It is the breath of the avenue.

　　 The old lady opened her eyes, and her hand holding the teacup trembled for a moment.

　　 Then her eyes regained a smile and nodded. She smiled and asked Miss Rouge: "You come to the White Emperor Palace to demand debts, and I will help you decide. How much money does my ineffective grandson owe you?"

　　 "I owe me three pennies. If you count the broken tables and chairs, you have to add two to two, which is a lot."

　　 Rouge girl lowered her head in embarrassment, opened her small mouth, her voice was inaudible.

　　 "Hahahaha, it's a lot, my grandson probably can't afford it, but my old wife has a suggestion, let him marry you, and pay it back in the whole life, what do you think?"