Beyond the Divine States Chapter 48: : Birthday feast, Zhao’s sunrise

This is the imperial city at the end of autumn. The fallen leaves of the big banyan tree are almost withered, the old and dense branches stretch vigorously, and each of them stretches out to the sky like tiny palms, and the sticking leaves between the treetops are gradually stained. The red, one-brow moon is still faintly high, but the white light of the dawn has already surged in the sky, like the back of a beluga whale tumbling over the sea.

The decayed leaves piled up under the big banyan tree still have traces of the heavy rain last night.

Everything hasn't really faded away, and the dawn of a new day will come like a tide.

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

The defenders stationed in the city squinted to feel the bright and dazzling morning light, and the palms of their spears were full of calluses.

Yesterday’s shock seems to be close at hand, so today’s sunlight seems dazzling and unreal.

In the Hall of Changxiang, Zhao Fu's face was pale, his cheeks were slightly sunken, and his body was still filled with powdery air. He looked at the dawning sky, thinking about when Zhao Xianger would return the throne after everything was done. Yourself.

Thinking about this, he wanted to walk out of the Changxiang Hall to take a look, but was stopped mercilessly by the guards.

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

When she woke up, she saw Zhao Xiang'er sitting on the couch, making medicine by herself. Tang Yu was a little overwhelmed, so she respectfully shouted "Miss", and then saw her embroidered golden dragon in dark. Robe, changed his mouth and called out your Majesty.

Zhao Xianger smiled faintly, "I'll just call me Miss. I just think this outfit is pretty. Actually, I'm not interested in that position."

Zhao Xianger continued to pound the medicine, the delicate color of jade glowing between her delicate fingers.

The early morning light outside and the lights in the room seemed to be melding together with the ups and downs of her wrist.

Lu Jiajia walked out of the sedan chair, and the morning breeze was blowing, the green silk was blowing, and the sword clothes were like clouds.

This is today's imperial city, they accidentally caught a glimpse of Zhao's sunrise.

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

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In the early morning, Qiu Li walked into the undead forest.

He wears a gray and white robe, with a disheveled head, his eyes seem to be covered with a circle of black mist, and bloodshot eyes appear in his pupils.

Now that the Sorceress is dead, the order in the palace has not yet come down. He is the direct disciple of the Sorcerer's successor, and he is temporarily the master of the Witch Master's Hall.

But Qiu Li knew that within a day, he would be driven out of the Hall of the Witch Master, in the light of exile, or put to death.

Of course he didn't want to sit still and watched this scene happen, but just now, when he was desperate, he met a ‘person’, and that conversation still made him surging with blood, making it difficult to calm down.

His steps are slow, because slowness can be confident and steady.

The other disciples in the Hall of the Witch Master saw him and saluted silently. Qiu Li waved his hand, and everyone left silently. He walked into the hall alone.

In the main hall, the black-feathered Pug stood on a wooden stand, staring at the approaching Qiu Li with sullen eyes, and uttered a word.

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

This is the last words of the witch lord to confess it. In fact, after yesterday, all the plans have been in vain.

It's just that this pug is not a spirit beast after all, and can only do boring repetitions by instinct.

Qiu Li was irritable at hearing, a flick of his sleeves, a spirit of energy came out, the wooden frame swayed, Pug flapped his wings, flew up in shock, a few pieces of pitch-black feathers fell, and the tone of his mouth became even stranger.

"Tell Qiu Li the plan will not change-tell Qiu Li-the plan will not change..."

Qiu Li took a deep breath, his pupils were red, his fists were clenched, and he said bitterly: "The ghosts of the old people will never disappear!"

Qiu Li sat down in the original position of the witch master, closed his eyes and rested, and stopped paying attention to the noisy Pug.

He seemed to be thinking and struggling, his frowning brows were about to collide, and on his neck and cheeks, the bulging veins on his neck and cheeks were like twisting poisonous insects.

The sun is over the horizon, and in the immortal forest, the four seasons are as usual, and they are all colors with no vitality.

Fifteen minutes later, there was another messenger in the immortal forest.

"His Royal Highness asked you to go to the birthday banquet." The envoy came and went in a hurry, and his tone was indifferent.

Birthday feast?

Yes, today is Zhao Xianger's sixteenth birthday.

I'm only sixteen years old, so terrible...

The thing that frightened him the most was that he said let, not please.

He knew that he had followed the teacher's order to surround the National Teacher's House. All the assassins and assassins were dead at this moment, and no one missed it. Of course, a small person like him was defeated.

Qiu Li closed his eyes, sighed and got up.

On the swaying wooden frame, the black-winged Pug has regained his footing. It opened its long dark yellow beak, and suddenly said: "Xing Tianfa Di, sacrifice to the city... What do you mean..."

"Xing Tian Fa Di... to sacrifice to the city and country... what does it mean?"

It repeated it again.

This is what the witch master often chanted on weekdays, and this pug also wrote it down.

Qiu Li was shocked, his eyes were like an arrow, looked at it, and sternly said: "What did you say?"

The Pug's feathers fluttered, and he was obviously startled. After a while, he said: "Tell Qiu Li, the plan will not change...Tell Qiu Li, the plan will not change..."

Qiu Li furrowed his brows deeper. He stood there, looking at the agitated Pug, his pupils were deep.

"Brother, it's time to go." A young man knocked on the door of the temple and reminded him softly.

Qiu Li breathed a sigh of relief, nodded slowly, and walked outside the hall.

Tell Qiu Li...

The plan remains unchanged!

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In the imperial city, it's dawn.

Outside the most central palace, the city wall at this moment is still in ruins, the steps in front of the palace are broken into pieces, and the square is also full of broken bricks, even revealing the compacted soil underneath. In the soil, it is also a sunken pit,

The civil and military officials who entered the palace had to walk around the sides of the deep pit, and the two roads were as rugged as mountain roads.

The palace is fairly well preserved. In the palace, there are yellow mantles and wares, and blue mantles for seats. There are only simple tea cups and wine bottles on the long tables, and there is no delicacy. With the sound of the drums, people in official uniforms entered the hall one after another. There was not much conversation with each other, they just took their seats one by one.

Yesterday’s shock was too great, so today these officials who are usually proud of Zhao Xianger don’t dare to treat Zhao Xianger with any disease or prestige. Most of them are safe.

It's just that the throne hasn't been repaired now, and I don't know where Zhao Xianger will be sitting at that time.

And under the steps, there are also two empty tables. The wine bottles and utensils on that table are all of the highest specifications. I don't know who will be sitting here by then?

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

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

Just as soon as I left the house, I met Song's side.

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

Ning Xiaoling was taken aback, and didn't know how to explain, she glanced at her brother.

Ning Changjiu said: "After attending the banquet today, I will leave the imperial city with my junior sister to find a fairyland."

Song side nodded slightly, and said with some relief: "Of course it is better to have the opportunity... You have seen what happened in these two imperial cities. I sternly reprimanded you that day, I hope you two young people Don’t get involved in this game. You lost your life for no reason. Now it seems that you brothers and sisters are really fateful."

Ning Changjiu smiled and said jokingly: "This doesn't cause any injuries. I should have listened to Master Song if I knew it, and left early."

Song side stroked his beard and smiled: "It's not a bad thing for young people to eat more bitterness. Don't worry, your Royal Highness is the daughter of an empress. No matter how chaotic the imperial city is, she will also carry it."

Ning Changjiu said sincerely: "His Royal Highness is unparalleled and impressive. With her sitting in the imperial city, we can naturally have peace of mind."

Song side was very satisfied when he heard the words, and nodded and asked: "Are you also going to attend the birthday banquet of your Highness?"

Ning Changjiu replied: "Exactly."

Song side thought that their master died for the imperial city. Since the two disciples were alive after the catastrophe, it would be fine to go to the birthday banquet.

He saw that the brothers and sisters were so beautiful, they looked disgusting before, but now they look more and more lovable, so he might as well sell them two thin noodles and laughed: "You might as well join me in the table."

"Uh..." Ning Xiaoling raised her head, a little surprised.

As soon as Ning Changjiu wanted to refuse, Song side made a gesture of request and said: "Two little road leaders, please."

Today, Master Song seemed to be in a very good mood, Ning Changjiu was reluctant to be disappointed, and he humbly gave way to him, and finally followed him and walked into the hall.

Now Song Fang is very prestigious in the palace. In the palace change, he played the most important chess piece. At today's birthday banquet, he sits in a very high position.

Now these two little Taoist priests have been brought into the temple by themselves. In the future, Zhao Guozhong will be of great benefit to their reputation.

Ning Changjiu and Song Side talked in a low voice, and after a few gossips, they came outside the palace.

At this moment, Zhao Xianger, wearing a brand-new dragon robe, has stepped into the hall. She looks ahead, her black robe is lying on the ground, with dragons and phoenixes flying on the robe, scales and claws flying, and the girl’s beautiful long hair is not decorated with any golden crowns It just falls naturally like a waterfall, draped along the lacquered black robe, and gently hangs down to the waist, as the footsteps move lightly, the exquisite toe hidden by the placket is looming, and the long hair is also softly placed. .

Zhao Xianger didn’t pay much attention to anything. She sat down directly on the steps in front of the hall and smiled at the crowd with her lips pursed. The girl’s face was already beautiful, and her thin lips were pursed at the moment. This majestic costume highlights the charm that is not in keeping with the age.

Until today, many people have discovered that the delicate wild girl, who had not been seen in the Palace of Qianming for three years, has now turned into an overwhelming posture.

It's just that none of them dared to take a second look, even if they dared to glance at it, they hurriedly lowered their eyes.

Zhao Xianger smiled and said: "Today is my birthday, and you are all the pillars of Zhao Guo. Zhao's future depends on you. Why is so lifeless?"

Speaking, she fetched a wine glass from her case, clasped the cup with one hand, held the bottom of the cup lightly with the other, flattened her body, and stretched her slender eyebrows slightly. At the banquet, drink with the public at that time, and don’t refuse."

Everyone raised their wine glasses in return to Zhao Xiang'er. The atmosphere became a little more lively. Someone looked at the long cases in the front, thinking about who the people would be sitting there.

Presumably there should be Song's side.

Thinking about this, I saw Song side walking away.

Everyone knows what Song Fang did in the palace. It is expected that his official position will flourish in the future.

Today Song's side dress is solemn, but his face can hardly hide the cheerfulness.

He slightly arched his hands at the two officials, and then gave a deep salute to the **** the golden steps.

Behind him, there was a pair of young girls. If they were not both good-looking, they would look a little dazzling if they followed Song sideways.

Zhao Shisong was slightly surprised when he saw them. He also heard about the movement of the other courtyard last night. After calming down, he sent people to investigate and only saw ruins on the ground.

He originally thought that the brothers and sisters had already died, but he didn't expect that they were still alive, but the young man seemed to have suffered serious injuries.

The young man is good at it. It is estimated that he played a big role in the palace yesterday, but I don’t know where they will sit...

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

He frowned, and suddenly saw the two empty cases in front of the Golden Order, his heart was suddenly shocked, and an unrealistic idea suddenly appeared.

At this moment, Song stopped slightly. He looked at the young girl behind him, frowned slightly, and said softly: "You can sit down in the position stated on the note. You don't have to follow me all the time. Later There is no need to be cautious at the banquet. Everything depends on your Royal Highness’s arrangements."

Ning Xiaoling turned over the invitation card and glanced at it, then closed it, and silently glanced at Song sideways.

Song side only thought it was the first time they saw this kind of scene, and didn't think much about it, and moved on, and then sat down in front of a case extremely close to Jin Jie.

Everyone cast strange eyes.

Song took care of his official uniform, thinking that he would endure for so long, and it would be a bitter and happy, and these enviable gazes are also normal.

Next, he found that they didn't seem to be looking at themselves...

I saw the pair of simple brothers and sisters in Taoist gowns. They didn't stop. They walked past their case and walked further forward. I saw the delicate and pretty girl pulling Ning Changjiu's sleeves, secretly pulling out invitations and repeating After reconfirming several times, he took the brother and sat down.

Ning Changjiu nodded slightly to Song's side.

"This...you..."

Song side opened his mouth, he wanted to speak, and his expression was shocked.

The person next to him reacted first. He patted Song's shoulder lightly, and said openly: "Master Song is really scheming, knowing that these little path leaders are all little gods. They followed all the way and pretended not to know. I'm so impressed."

"You..." Song raised his arm halfway, his speech was choppy for a moment, and his expression was embarrassed.

Zhao Xianger looked at them, pursed her lips, and smiled lightly on her face.

Ning Changjiu sits down slowly. He is holding his long hair and wearing a blue shirt. He is calm and faint. Although the clothes are simple, but his brows are beautiful and immortal, he is sitting on a high place. In the eyes of everyone, that He is really a lively fairy.

The little girl is a lot more cautious. She seems to be very afraid of life, clutching the sleeves of the brother, and leaning on his brother's side, wishing to get into his brother's arms.

It didn't take long before everyone's eyes were taken away by another figure.

Outside the gate of the hall, a figure wearing a power fence and hanging white gauze floats into the hall like a breeze. The woman's sword dress is like snow, with an ancient sword on her waist, and her peerless face is separated by white gauze. It can be vaguely glimpsed, and the slender and soft figure is more like a slender moon into the night, illusory beauty out of dust.

It’s just that this kind of beauty seems to be covered with a layer of Zhong Ling’s celestial aura from the world, clearly in front of my eyes, but I feel like watching a phantom like a moon in the water.

Everyone slowly reacted. This is the immortal who came in the blue and white sedan chair. At that time, His Majesty personally invited her to the sedan chair and did not get off the sedan chair. Now he came to the banquet.

There is a glimmer of joy and glory in the hearts of all the officials present.

"Miss Lu." Zhao Xianger got up to greet her.

Lu Jiama smiled, gave a sword gift, and took a seat on the other table in the front.

Zhao Xiang'er glanced at Ning Changjiu suddenly, a strange light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and immediately returned to normal.

"The feast." The girl toasted again and drank it.

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(Thanks to book friend Ji Chanxi for the reward yesterday~)