Chapter 287: Tinder

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read2();　　In the middle of Shenjing City, this huge square at the junction of the Four Gods and Animals Street is called the Taiping Ruins by the people of Shenjing City.
　　 This city market is the gathering place of all the large chambers of commerce and shops in the entire Shenjing City, which is extremely prosperous.
Yueyafang, which has been promoted to the leading chamber of commerce in Daxia, naturally occupies a place here, and the headquarters of Shenjing City is set up here. It is in an excellent location. After all, it is now popular in Shenjing City and even the entire Daxia. , As a promoter of Yueyafang also followed completely.
The window of the private room on the side of the Taiping Ruins was slightly opened. Looking down, you could have a panoramic view of the entire huge market. The scholar Xinhao in white raised his hand and drank a cup of tea, and then slapped him calmly. He was full, feeling the unprecedented feeling of fullness in his stomach, couldn't help but laughed bitterly, and said to the little prince Jiang Yue who was also eating well beside him:
"Brother Jiang, this method of eating hot pot can be said to be shocking, no wonder the world is full of flowers and charming eyes. I think it's better to leave Beijing earlier, or just this hot pot that makes people want to stop. It has made me almost unable to retreat."
"To tell you, I grew up in this capital city as a kid, but I have never seen such a wonderful way of eating before. The first time my Majesty convened, when I ate this hot pot, I almost bitten it. Own tongue."
After the voice of Jiang Yue, the fourth son of King Bei’an fell, everyone in the private room nodded in agreement. Under Jiang Yue’s summons, the entire Radiant Army gathered here, even the very busy Charm Witch Yue Ya'er. They all came to say hello, and then ate with chopsticks for a while before leaving.
From the Taoist Palace, Qiu Hengji, the fat man who wandered all the way with magical powers and ghosts, ate the most. The eldest lady of the Wei State Palace, Xu Qing, eats very gentle, but the speed is not slow, and the fighting power is equally strong. Therefore, in front of food, there is nothing There is a difference between men and women.
　　 Yueyafang is meticulous about the concept of service. Inside the huge private room, there is also a special pantry for diners to drink tea and chat to refresh their breath after eating hot pot.
At this time, everyone in Jiangyue was sitting here, looking at the Taiping Ruins where people came and went. In the middle of the market, a large area was circled by officials of the Ministry of Industry and surrounded by bamboo fences. There are also sergeants on patrol, which are extremely mysterious, and there is an endless stream of artisans and stones coming in and out every day, and there are even fluctuations in the vitality of the monks.
A large number of people from Shenjing City gathered here, watching the battle, pointing and discussing with each other. They only knew that this was ordered by the new emperor, but they had no clue as to what kind of building they were. Jiang Yue and the others can just see a trace of the scene through the window.
　　 I saw a large number of craftsmen stacking one after another extremely huge stones neatly, and then the monks of the Ministry of Engineering released the fire-attribute vitality to roast and fix them, and the base of the entire large platform had a certain prototype.
　　 "With such a large area, what scale does your Majesty want to build here? Is it another Sitian Tower?"
　　 The fat man’s murmured questioning sounded throughout the private room. Miss Xu stood up with long slender legs, walked to the window, looked at the scene of the raging construction in the distance, and responded:
"Since it is built for scroll teleportation, buildings such as Sitian Tower are obviously not suitable, but your Majesty’s thoughts are beyond my estimation. Your Majesty has always been like an omniscient and omnipotent god, we Just wait and see."
　　 Everyone nodded their heads and agreed, and suddenly a clear clap from below sounded, and at the same time an old and strong voice came out, full of breath.
　　 "Everyone, today it is Crescent Square's turn to invite Lao Chu to speak, then I will talk about the previous paragraph."
　　 "Good! Old man Yu's storytelling is the most interesting."
As soon as the old man’s voice fell, there was a violent applause from below, and the surrounding crowd began to quickly gather towards the storyteller. Those who seized a good position naturally laughed. Even in the private room above, Jiang Yue and other members of the Tianhui Army were also caught Aroused interest, the storytellers of Mr. Yu's name, even they have heard about it.
　　 The old man on the storytelling desk seemed extraordinarily energetic today, his snow-white beard and hair were specially taken care of, sitting upright, and said:
　　 "Some time ago, the old man told you about the eight forbidden areas in the vast and central plains of China. Today, let's talk about people."
　　 said here, the old man Yu looked around the lower circle, deliberately dragging the last flip-flop, the voice continued to sound.
　　 "Who are the people? That is our current sage, Emperor Fuyao!"
As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar below. The Radiant Army in the private room also showed a very surprised look, saying that the Lord of Great Xia today, this old man's courage is absolutely extraordinary, one is because Zhao Yu appeared in the whole The time in Daxia’s sight is still short, extremely mysterious, and the people who know his deeds are extremely limited. The second is that no matter how generous the current lord of Daxia Zhao is, it is still quite dangerous to talk about your majesty in public. thing.
　　 The old man didn’t give the people below it’s time to respond. He patted the desk again, and opened his mouth:
"Emperor Fuyao, only sixteen years old, the second emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, followed the master to travel through Great Xia for ten years, slaughtered the saints, returned to the capital, and set the heaven and earth through the five swords of the crown ceremony. , And later personally conquered the endless mountain to kill the lion, and ascended the throne as emperor on the eighty-ninth year of the Great Xia calendar."
　　 As soon as this passage fell, everyone was contemplative, because this extremely refined passage directly outlines the outline of Zhao Yu's entire life experience, which is clear and clear, and it is amazing.
　　 Even in the private room, the face of the Tianhui Army who was very familiar with Zhao Yu gradually became darkened, and they looked at each other, and their eyes were solemn.
　　 "That old man, let's first come to a story of Emperor Fuyao slaughtering the sage with the Void Realm!"
Although Zhao Yu is still young, everything he does, from the slaughter of saints in the Void Realm to the later ascension to the throne of the gods, is synonymous with miracles. All these are almost unprecedented. Will be convinced and trusted by the people of the entire Daxia.
　　 Time passed, and the pot of tea in front of Mr. Yu almost ran out. The book also came to an end, and everyone listened with gusto and lingered.
It was also time for the Confucian scholars in white clothes to say goodbye to each other. Although they had been hurt and parted since ancient times, this group of young people who represented the most elite of Da Xia had a faint smile on their faces, because they understood that it was brand new. Great summer is coming, and maybe parting will no longer be parting, but parting.
　　 Above the Phoenix Terrace of the White Emperor Palace, the young Lord of Great Xia continued to stand with his hand, looking at the Vermilion Bird Gate of the Capital City below, a line of soldiers escorted the Confucian scholars in white clothes carrying bamboo baskets, gradually stepping out of the Capital City.
　　Zhao Yu raised his hand and pointed to the front, and beside him, Empress Wu, who was sitting on the edge of the Phoenix Terrace, began to burn violently with raging flames all over his body, and the flames jumped and floated in the void.
　　 And every scholar is also a kind of fire.
　　 Three thousand scholars went south to China, and the Great Summer Palace was everywhere.
　　 The true spring of monks was officially lit by 3333 fires!