Chapter 148: Apocalyptic Undercurrent

Apocalypse City.
A golden carriage slowly entered the imperial city surrounded by the army. This is a sudden army. Before the city gates were unified, he did not receive any news, but he still took the whole city gate soldiers and stood respectfully on both ends. , Greeted this sudden army that was not as good as a hundred people.
It is because on the golden ceremonial guard held in their hands, there is a huge divine bird gale tattooed.
Divine Bird Gale was once the family crest of a family, until later, it became the symbol of the entire Beili. This family's surname is Xiao. Therefore, only royal children are qualified to hold the Divine Bird Gale Banner.
"Is any prince coming to Beijing recently?" Chengmen deputy all asked in a low voice.
The city gates all looked at from a distance, suddenly looking aside: "It shouldn't be the fief king, the leading officer, but Li Changqing, Captain Ouchi Huben?"
The deputy all took a closer look and then said in surprise: "Exactly!"
"Impossible!" They all shook their heads, "Only received the order the day before yesterday, the saint will return to Beijing, at least seven days later! But Li Changqing, never left the saint!"
During the conversation between the two, Li Changqing, Captain Huben, had already led the whole team and surrounded the golden carriage slowly into the city. All the gates of the city just glanced at it, and without hesitation, they knelt down first.
"Welcome the saint back to Beijing!"
"Long live my emperor, long live long live!"
All the city gate soldiers put down their spears, knelt in a row, and shouted: "Long live my emperor!"
Even if you can't recognize Li Changqing, you can recognize the hundred Hubenlang. Each soldier’s shoulder is embroidered with a tiger head. Only the Hu Benlang guarding Mingde’s left and right sides can have such an emblem. It is said that Mingde relied on a hundred personal soldiers to kill before the hall. Now those soldiers They were all old, their descendants took over those swords and became Emperor Mingde's new soldier. Emperor Mingde gave them a tiger armor, a tiger and a man, and the official position was equivalent to that of a general.
Li Changqing immediately flew, his eyes passed through the warriors of the city gate who were kneeling on the ground, looking at the man who came by horse from a distance.
The man shouted in a golden python robe. He was indescribably gorgeous and precious, and his face was exquisite. Although he could be seen as a man, he was a bit more amazing than a normal woman. It's just that the man who looks weak and thin has a huge knife hanging from his waist. North Li Jian, Nan Jue Dao. In Beili, few people use knives, especially the long knives that the man wears around his waist, which are almost equal to the ten-year-old child.
This is a man so special that everyone recognizes him at a glance.
Some people call him Jinyihou, because he is a prince in gold and python robe.
"Lan Yuehou." Li Changqing whispered softly.
But this is his title. No one knew Lanshenggu, the emperor turned the moon silently. Lan Yuehou was gifted by Emperor Mingde. It was also the only brother of Emperor Mingde who remained in Tianqi without an external seal, the twelve prince Xiao Yueli of the year. Behind Lan Yuehou, there were not too many nobles attending, only a few close soldiers followed cautiously. Lan Yuehou's popularity in the entire Tianqi is very good, and there is no dispute with any party, but at the same time, if someone wants to assassinate Lan Yuehou in the street, then the long knife in his hand will become a nightmare for this person.
"The minister welcomes the saint back to Beijing."
"Long live my emperor, long live long live."
Lan Yuehou sat on the horse, her voice lazily, as if she didn't have any respect. Hold the sword to go to the temple, face the saint and do not worship, Beili is the only one.
The carriage slowly moved forward, passing through the bowed gate soldiers, and Li Changqing led a hundred tiger benlangs behind him.
"Thank you." When the carriage passed the city gates, the city gates all heard a low voice from the sedan chair. After a daze, they reacted. When the carriage hurriedly prepared to yell "Thank you." Already drove past, and came to Lan Yuehou's face.
Lan Yuehou still dismounted without kneeling, and smiled lazily. It’s one thing for the emperor to allow you to face the sage, and it’s another thing for you to really not kneel. But Lan Yuehou is a little bit pampered and arrogant, so although he has a good reputation in Tianqi, he was chosen by the minister of civil and military affairs We think that the temperament is not stable enough, and it is difficult to use it. But this is the one who has always been considered difficult to use, and only occupied the position of Lord Hou, who has never been crowned king. During the period of Emperor Mingde’s envoy to the Western Regions, he served as the prison of the country, and he was already under that person. Above 10,000 people.
"Go to the White Palace." A low voice came from the sedan chair.
"Yes." Lan Yuehou turned his horse's head, suddenly flicked his whip, and walked straight to the White Palace, with the golden-topped carriage behind him. This thunderstorm did not seem to be a visit to his son, but it meant going to the battlefield. However, within the time of a stick of incense, the brigade had already arrived at the door of the White Palace.
The general manager of the White Palace tremblingly ran out and knelt: "I don't know if the saint is suddenly coming, I hope to forgive the sin!"
"Where is Chong'er?" Lan Yuehou asked, striding forward.
"The prince is sick, and he is still resting in the room." The director replied tremblingly.
Lan Yuehou looked back at the carriage. After the Emperor Mingde in the carriage was silent for a while, he finally opened the curtain and stepped down from above. I saw Emperor Mingde's face resolute, his eyes sharp as a blade, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and there was a king's air between his hands and feet, which was completely different from Lan Yuehou, who had a strong powdery smell. Emperor Mingde stepped on, everyone was silent. Even Lan Yuehou, who had been smiling lazily, looked serious.
"I'm going to see Chong'er." Emperor Mingde just said this, and walked forward on his own.
"Line up!" Li Changqing whispered, and all the tigers and men ran forward, scattered, and lined up in two rows at the door of the White Palace. These Hu Benlang were responsible for guarding at the door of the White Palace, while Li Changqing and Lan Yuehou followed Mingde and entered the White Palace.
The palace manager with a pale face hurriedly followed and prepared to lead the way.
Lan Yuehou smiled and looked at him: "Manager Li, why are you shaking?"
Manager Li wiped his sweat, and replied: "Sacred driver will inevitably be a little excited when he comes."
"Come on, it's as if I haven't seen the emperor." Lan Yuehou waved his hand disdainfully, "We knew you when we were young. Why didn't we see us so scared at that time?"
"Yueli." Emperor Mingde whispered.
"Okay, stop teasing you." Lan Yuehou shrugged.
Emperor Mingde suddenly stopped, Na Lan Yuehou also turned his head, and then the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
I saw that the young prince, who was covered with a piece of white cloth and dressed in a plain white robe, was not like a noble prince, but like a scholar in white, standing there respectfully.