Chapter 846 – The Day of the Holy Ancestor Emperor, Old Prince Su Wuji’s Mansion
Chapter 846 – Saint Ancestor Emperor’s Day, Old Prince Su Wuji’s Residence
Early morning.
The rain stopped in the Great Zhou Imperial Capital, the air was incomparably fresh, and the imposing Imperial Capital, which stretched for hundreds of miles, regained its mighty vigor with the ringing of the dawn bells and drums.
Public ministers and scholars are busy in the morning court, merchants and magnates are in a hurry to do business, mundane commoners are running in five lines and eight works, and there are the scholars who are preparing to take the Chunxin exam but just came out of the green houses, meeting to go to breakfast and kan a few lines of crooked poetry.
But in the imperial capital of ten million officials and people inaccessible, with seventy thousand forbidden guards guarding, majestic and solemn, magnificent palace, eight pole palace, the atmosphere at the moment but some tension.
In the large palace garden, fifty-nine palace eunuchs and one hundred and three eunuchs, led by the Empress Dowager, Empress, Princess, Crown Prince, Crown Prince, and Prince who had come to ask for peace, quietly bowed and waited.
This could be called the most powerful and luxurious greeting lineup in the Great Zhou Empire, just waiting for His Majesty the Sacred Ancestor Emperor and the Empress Dowager to wake up.
The question was, had this old couple shared a room last night? Did they need to prepare any objects?
Inside the bedchamber.
The large dragon bed.
Xin Zhuo closed his eyes tightly, and a terrifyingly terrifying origin aura loomed.
On the side Murong Yunxi was only wrapped in her belly, lying on the side, her crystal jade-like back, like a piece of beautiful jade, she tilted her head, a handsome face red, vaguely revealing a hint of stealing, then pursed her lips and snickered.
Xin Zhuo opened his eyes.
Murong Yunxi moved over, using her left hand to pillow her lower chin, her right hand drew circles on Xin Zhuo’s chest: “Surname Xin, I finally got you, huh!”
As soon as the words fell, she saw Xin Zhuo stretch out a finger and gently waved it, and her entire being floated in mid-air.
“What did you get?” Xin Zhuo’s eyes were slightly cold.
Murong Yunxi was not the least bit surprised and pointed to her red little mouth before making some strange gestures.
Xin Zhuo breathed out and put her down.
Murong Yunxi, bare-chested, landed in an athletic tumble, a pair of not-so-long legs leaping to the dragon couch, blinking her eyes: “Last night was surprisingly fragrant then?”
Said cheekily approaching, closing his eyes and pouting his reddish mouth:”……”
“Roll!”
Xin Zhuo chided.
Murong Yunxi wrinkled her nose, nimbly put on her robe, only then did she put up the dowager empress’ stance, coldly and seriously shouting at the outside: “Come on, serve His Majesty the Holy Ancestor to change his clothes!”
“Crunch–“
The door of the hall was pushed open by San Jingzi, and the dense but orderly palace maids and eunuchs entered with their heads bowed, carrying things for washing, wiping, and dressing.
Xin Zhuo wanted to refuse, but wanted to experience some of this damn feudal society emperor treatment, so he had to get up and stretch out his arms.
In the well-trained palace eunuchs, eunuchs wait, soon a new look, not only the mighty not lose the emperor’s elegance, but also clean, handsome and elegant.
“Is His Majesty having his morning meal, or meeting the Empress Dowager, Empress, Prince and Princesses?” Sanjingzi inquired in a low voice.
On the side, Murong Yunxi softly said, “Why don’t Your Majesty have breakfast together with their invitations, it’ll save things.”
Xin Zhuo nodded his head.
A little while later, all kinds of exquisite snacks came in.
After Xin Zhuo and Murong Yunxi took their seats, the sixty-year-old Empress Dowager with gray temples; the graceful Empress Dowager; five pairs of princes and couples, the crown prince, the prince, and the princess respectfully entered the room.
That old empress dowager was the first to kneel down: “My daughter-in-law, asking father and mother to be at peace!”
Then it was the Empress Dowager who knelt down : “Grandson-in-law, asking for the peace of Royal Grandfather and Royal Grandmother!”
Then came a series of kneeling to ask for peace.
Xin Zhuo silently watched, only to feel ridiculous, these feudal dynasty top honored people, all kneeling at the feet, ancestor-like address, is really difficult to accept in his heart.
Life’s encounters are really lamentable. On the contrary, Murong Yunxi on the side blinked her eyes and lamented, “It would be good if they were all pro-life!”
Being glanced at by Xin Zhuo, he hurriedly lowered his head.
Only then did Xin Zhuo say, “Rise!”
“Thank you father/royal grandfather/royal great-grandfather ……”
A group of people rose and stood respectfully with their heads bowed, not daring to leave without orders.
Xin Zhuo ate a hibiscus meat bun before saying, “When did Ji Yu get married? How come the children and grandchildren are so old?”
This was a strange question, and no one dared to answer it freely.
Murong Yun Xi laughed and said: “Dazhong first year, that is, Ji Yu was taken captive, from the side of the volcano back to the second year of marriage, fourteen years old when the empress dowager was seventeen years old, gave birth to the first eldest son is now the emperor Ji Yong.
Ji Yu this year sixty-three years old, the emperor this year has forty-nine. The emperor is to present Xiang four years at the age of fourteen years into the marriage, fifteen years old long son Ji Kang, that is, in front of this Prince, thirty-four years old this year, Prince fifteen years old into marriage, sixteen years old son, Prince first eldest son of Pingyang Wang Ji Ze this year, eighteen years old, fifteen years old into marriage, the son is two years old!
In other words, His Majesty is now a high grandfather and has a great-grandson!”
Xin Zhuo continued to eat a few bites of breakfast before saying, “Got it, retire!”
Only then did the old empress dowager, the empress, the prince, and the crown prince, a large group of people, as if relieved, respectfully exited the palace and turned to leave.
Murong Yun Xi waved back a group of eunuchs and palace maidens of San Jingzi and asked: “Ji Yu is your hand to send to the throne, you regard him as a son, why did you come back and not want to find a way to see him? You know what I mean, he is cultivating immortality with a group of old immortals.”
Xin Zhuo waved his sleeve: “There is no hurry!”
“No rush?” Murong Yunxi was puzzled and looked him up and down: “What exactly is your realm now? Do you know that that group of old immortals are not right in heart and have a deep background, bringing Ji Yu with them I don’t know what they want to do.
The four sects of Tian Ji, Taiping, Shen Yin and Saffron experts are all entrenched in the imperial capital ready to protect the emperor, and a few days ago, old prince Su Wuji risked his life to have an audience, but he got strangely very sick?
They are afraid that Ji Yu’s boy will be compelled by those old immortals to do something out of the ordinary. It’s me who persuaded Ji Yu these days, but he wouldn’t listen!”
Xin Zhuo asked, “So what exactly are they doing?”
Murong Yunxi shook her head: “I don’t know!”
Xin Zhuo nodded the long table and said : “Where are the four sect experts and Su Wuji now?”
“Su Wuji’s Nanli Wangfu.”
……
The King of Nanli is the old king of the seven dynasties, dating back to the time of Emperor Xuanzong of Zhou, when Emperor Yang of Zhou and the current Emperor Shengzu were jointly known as “Nanli and Western Qin”.
The old king is already 120 years old, and has been assisting the previous emperor and the current emperor for decades, so he can be said to be old and strong, but a few days ago he suddenly fell ill, and has been bedridden for a long time.
The Southern Legend King’s Mansion is located in Qing Lan Fang.
At noon, there were many martial arts experts shooting in at a fast pace, creating a ripple of martial arts, and the guards in front of the main gate seemed to be used to it, looking at it with their eyes and noses.
Until, a young man stood in front of the gate, looking into the courtyard with his hands behind his back.
“Nan Li King’s Mansion, idle people are exempted from entering!”
Only then did the sixteen guards open their tiger’s eyes, their guns and spears held horizontally, and looked at them angrily.
Xin Zhuo ignored, just silently looking at the mansion, this is Su Miao Jin year in the mirror in the imperial capital home.
I don’t know if she is still called Su Miaojin nowadays? And what is her identity?
“Kid, can’t you get in?”
A cold voice suddenly came from behind her, with a hint of dominance and disdain, “If you know martial arts, you can break in and exterminate those goons!”
(End of chapter)