Chapter 228: Di Xin

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If you want to see Di Xin, you must go to this palace. But the place where the emperor lived is not easy to enter, always think about it.
After thinking about it, there is no too clever way. Yang Jian's mind is full of some people who have turned into quack warlocks to do good deeds in Chaoge City, and when they have enough fame, they may be recommended by the doctor.
Yang Jian didn't bother to spend his energy, and went straight to the palace.
If you want to be a quack warlock, fortune-telling is essential, but Yang Jian is not good at deducing this bowl of rice.
After walking through the busy streets, we came to a group of heavily guarded mansions. This should be the residence of the officials of the North Korea. There are soldiers patrolling the streets, and guards are guarded at the door. There are all chariots and horses walking around. Vendors.
"Stop! Where did it come from?"
A team of soldiers stopped in front of Yang Jian, looking at him face-to-face, and cross-spear stopped Yang Jian.
Naturally, Yang Jian wouldn't be angry with a few mortals. He smiled indifferently, and said, "Uncle Wang invited me to talk about it. I came from outside the cloud."
The team of soldiers immediately changed their complexion, saluted Yang Jian respectfully, stepped back two, and bowed to each other.
"Offensive, offensive."
"Yeah," Yang Jian nodded, and walked past, his figure elegant and easy-going, not like a mortal.
Uncle Wang is more than good at making friends with capable people and strangers. He has a seven-orifice exquisite heart that can distinguish loyalty and evil, good and evil, and think about all things in the world.
This Qiqiao Linglongxin is blindly precious medicinal material, and it can be regarded as a chance, but Yang Jian is absolutely unacceptable and will not compare it to any ideas.
While walking, Yang Jian saw two big trees, then walked to the middle of the big trees, his figure disappeared suddenly, and no one noticed.
He turned into a lark, flapped his wings and rushed towards the palace.
The golden dragon above the palace seemed to have a reaction. Those somewhat emptied eyes opened and looked forward. They saw the lark, but couldn't notice anything unusual.
This golden dragon was transformed by the emperor's fortune of Emperor Xin, and was also condensed by the fortune of the Great Merchants. Because of the late antiquity, the dragons paid a lot of attention to the human race, and many tribes of the human race took the dragon as the totem, so the condensed human emperor luck is all Dragon shape.
The Qiyun Golden Dragon has no relationship with the Dragon Clan.
The lark didn't care about the golden dragon, and slammed into the continuous palace of the palace.
Jin Long suddenly protruded a huge claw, covering the sky and sun, covering Yang Jian's body!
Mortals can't see it, just feel that the sun in the palace is suddenly blazing. But when the monks lurking around Chaoge City saw this scene, they frowned.
Who is it, rushing to where Emperor Xin is? Di Xin's fate is still indefinite, and the golden dragon is even more disturbed by the pressure of the saint, just like a bird with a frightened bow.
But the next scene made the monks hiding here waiting for the opportunity to stare.
I saw that little lark turned a blind eye to the dragon's claw, which covered the sky, and was caught directly by the dragon's claw; but suddenly the golden light was shining, and the lark directly hit a hole on the side of the dragon's claw. , Flapping wings and flying towards a palace.
Jinlong seemed to have general spirituality, and was also taken aback at this time.
After the lark got into the palace, it immediately disappeared. The huge golden dragon was stunned for a while, and the dragon's claws leaning down slowly retracted without searching.
At the same time, in the most central and highest hall of the palace, the young man sitting high on the dragon chair frowned and felt a little irritable.
"Just broke in?"
In the private room of the restaurant, some pudgy Taoists smacked their tongues, and laughed and cursed at a man and a woman at the same table: "What is the origin of the guy who broke into the palace? Fortune is so strong that the emperor is lucky. Can't stop him!"
"Brother Zhao, you laughed, the luck of the emperor, dare to call it the luck of the emperor?"
The woman chuckled lightly, her eyes showing some memories, "I think the fortune of the three emperors and five emperors in those days would suppress the entire Nanfang Chau, we can see it from a distance even on Jin'ao Island."
The handsome man also said: "By Xia Qi, you can only cover one country; when you switch to a soup, you can barely protect a city, but this Emperor Xin can only protect the palace... It's really embarrassing. Endless."
"Big Brother Zhao" Zhao Gongming smiled, shaking his head and saying: "This is a change in the way of heaven and contains a lot of theorems. The kingship of the world is also a great way."
"Brother Zhao, you said, is it Yang Jian who broke in just now?"
The woman at the same table almost made Zhao Gongming squirt out the tea she had just drunk with a word; Zhao Gongming looked at the younger sister with black lines on his forehead, and smiled helplessly.
"Don't always think about that kid, his master is so precious to him, how could he let him wander around in this terrible place."
"That's right, Yang Jian should be reunited with his mother at this time," the woman sighed softly, with a lot of emotion and yearning in her beautiful eyes, "If I could have such a son, handsome, martial and mighty. The demeanor... Hmm! Really a wonderful thing!"
The man on the side smiled and said, "Junior sister, then you should get married."
Zhao Gongming raised his eyebrows, "I think the two of you are not bad. If you want a son, why not wait until this matter and discuss with each other?"
Rao is a monk who has been repairing for many years. At this time, he couldn't help but blush. The woman sipped at Zhao Gongming, and her figure disappeared immediately; the man smiled bitterly at Zhao Gongming, seeming to blame Zhao Gongming for being too straightforward. some.
"Come on, drink and drink! This worldly wine has a special flavor!"
Zhao Gongming laughed loudly, pulling his younger brother to drink savagely, but he was a little bit guilty while drinking.
Is it really Yang Jian, right?
Fortune is not something that can be done with cultivation bases and supernatural powers. It must have luck and great fortune.
The reason why the lark was able to penetrate the dragon claws of the golden dragon just now, in popular terms, was that his life was harder than Di Xin, and he was also sheltered by the atmosphere.
Thinking about it this way, the more active person with great luck these days seems to be Yuding’s apprentice, that tricky little bastard...
"What's wrong with brother?"
"No, it's okay," Zhao Gongming put down his wine glass, stood up, picked up the flag on the side, and put on a cloth cap. "I went to the palace for a stroll, you will remember to check out later, it is not easy for mortals to survive."
"Brother, wait for me," the man who was drinking with Zhao Gongming also stood up, threw down two gold cakes, and smiled, "Nothing is left or right. I will also return to Shangrong Mansion to continue alchemy."
"Well, remember to find out more useful information."
"I can save it, brother, don't worry."
Zhao Gongming nodded and hurried downstairs with his banner.
Look at the banner, the front is written with the four characters "Heaven, Earth, Xuan and Huang", and the north is a two-line slogan.
"Ask the hexagram for immortals to change the way of fate, move the house to expel ghosts and set Fengshui"
It is quite professional.
According to the patrolling guards of Chaoge City, the number of crooks in various places in the city has obviously increased dozens of times in the past few months.
And what’s even more amazing is that on weekdays, I haven’t seen a few quack warlocks gaining fame, but with so many warlocks going into and out of the restaurant every day, it seems that all of them are wealthy merchants.
In the palace, a little bee is flying around among the flowers, but it is Yang Jian who has performed the method of change, looking for Di Xin.
There was no one in the palace, and there were no men in the palaces of the queens and princesses; it accidentally broke a certain ‘beauty’ and the guard’s secret song, which is also a common occurrence in the palace, and Yang Jian would not be surprised.
Just stopped to observe and learn some prehistoric knowledge.
Finally, in a side hall near the center, Yang Jian heard the movement of the jade object shattering, flew away looking for a sound, and saw Di Xin.
Di Xin, King Zhou, the last monarch of Dashang, a tyrant known to the rest of the world... but never thought, it is a good face.
Di Xin has a long and slender figure, a crown of jade in his face, his eyes are faintly divine, his face is sharp and angular, and the corners of his mouth will sneer when he is angry. But his demeanor and majesty is a qualified king.
At this moment, Di Xin was angry, standing in front of a book case, with broken glass cups at his feet, and several palace men knelt on the ground and picked up those fragments.
Di Xin seemed to be extremely bored, raised his foot and kicked a palace man away, and sat back on his seat drastically.
It banged on the table again.
"Say! Keep talking!" Di Xin sneered, "Isn't it eloquent to persuade widows not to accept concubines, not to have fun? Oh, why are you dumb at this time?"
Before the case, four people were standing, two of them were old, and two of them were younger, but their hair was gray.
Yang Jian didn't know these four people, but he felt a weak Taoist rhyme in the old man at the front. He thought a little and understood that this should be the only Taishi Wenzhong who claimed to be the only one who could'control King Zhou'.
"Your Majesty," Wen Zhong bowed his head and sighed: "It has not been a year for the princes to jointly request the surrender and increase of troops. Why should your Majesty be angry? This matter has not happened in one year since the past. To the princes, comfort On the other hand, he will show his strength later, and he can settle down for ten or five years."
Di Xin's forehead has cross tendons beating~EbookFREE.me~ coldly said: "Who don't want to be comforted, what can I do?"
"This..." Wen Zhong groaned a little, looking at Di Xin, there was some helplessness in his old eyes.
"Great King!" The old man on the side arched his hand and said in a full tone: "Since ancient times, the princes have been both kind and powerful. This is not a blind retreat. It just allows these princes to settle down and wait for the king to clean up!"
The middle-aged military commander behind the old man also persuaded:
Now the war in the East Yi land is endless, and there really is not much energy to deal with these princes. In fact, the king, even if you don’t give them a decree, they are still recruiting private soldiers privately. hateful!"
"Ha!" Di Xin smiled suddenly, leaning on the dragon's back, and suddenly slapped a palm on the table in front of him, and the long table carved from precious wood exploded directly from it!
boom! Wow----
"Look! This is the world that the widows embrace! This is the world of the widows! Half of the princes in the eight hundred towns are unpredictable, half of them occupy the land and claim the king, and do not respect the order! What is the use of them!"
The four important ministers were silent, and they heard Di Xin complaining how many times.
But when the first emperor was already in power, the princes of the Eight Hundred Towns were already powerful. After Emperor Xin took the throne, the princes were even more unscrupulous in recruiting soldiers and horses.
Wen Zhongdao: "Your Majesty, the world's princes are headed by the four major towns. If you kill chickens and curse monkeys, don't choose one of the four and make more plans."
"How does the Taishi want to plan?"
Di Xin raised his eyebrows, looking forward to it.
But Yang Jian, who had been listening to these on the beam of the room, had some strange emotions in his heart.
The real battle of the gods, could it be that Emperor Xin wanted to suppress the eight hundred princes and was overthrown by the eight hundred princes?
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