During the Mid-Autumn Festival, toad branches and osmanthus trees are hung everywhere in the Heavenly Palace.

After the morning court, the Divine Emperor retreated to the Antian Tower behind the Chaohui Hall to rest for a while.

"King Zhao has already gone to Taimiao?"

"Yes. His Highness Zhao completed the morning ceremony early in the morning and took people to Kunshan to worship their ancestors."

After taking a sip of ginseng tea, Kun Lie closed his eyes to rest, preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet later.

For some reason, he has been very tired these days. He has obviously not done much work, but he can always feel the loss of physical strength. Moreover, his eyelids are beating, and he has a vague premonition.

When he recalled the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet that year, he was frightened, afraid that his son would have another good fortune.

After carefully confirming it several times, Eunuch Li answered patiently.

"Your Highness Zhao is walking with the Tianfeng Army this time, and there are nine gods and generals who follow you, so there will definitely be no accident."

After closing his eyes for a while, Kun Lie suddenly opened his eyes: "There is still no news on Zichen County?"

"No."

Yesterday, the God Emperor asked Peng Yu to go to Zichen County to test it in the name of "escorting Zhao Li back home".

However, Zichen County was closed, and Peng Yu and Zhao Li were rejected.

"Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, a pity..."

The Divine Emperor felt a little moved, looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and shook his head secretly.

Now it has just passed the third hour of Si. It is logical that it is the time when the sky is clear and the sun rises eastward. But in order to cooperate with the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, Kunwu Tiangong opened a volume of "The Toad Palace Invitation to the Moon" and brought the entire Jinwu City into the night.

He closed his eyes and rested again. Eunuch Li did not disturb him and waited on the side.

Until the third hour of Sizheng, he woke Kun Lie up and set out for Qianlin Pavilion.

The Gods King and the head of the family were already present. Especially King Su, she was dressed in a very gorgeous appearance, with twelve silver crowns of jade flowers, a silver robe of moon white phoenixes, and a round moon staff of cinnamon branches in her hand.

The silver light shines like a goddess of the moon descending on earth.

There is a Su family who worships Taiyin. The Mid-Autumn Festival is their most active moment. In recent years, the Emperor of Heaven has lost power, and the Emperor of God does not like Mid-Autumn Festival. Many times, King Su is asked to replace Kunwu to worship the moon.

The God Emperor took his seat, King Su led the crowd to worship, and then began the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.

Song and dance, drama, acrobatics, crosstalk...

Various programs took turns performing in front of everyone.

Kunlie yawned and looked at his head bored.

Even the court officials who are usually against each other's position are now posing in a happy manner at the banquet.

Eunuch Li winked at the palace maid next to him. The palace maid carefully put the peeled crab meat back into a crab and held it next to the Divine Emperor.

Waving his hand, Kunlie didn't eat it.

Eunuch Li: "Your Majesty, this is the big crab sent by Shui Hongze this year. The meat is the fullest at this time. At least you can use it?"

"Forget it, I have no appetite."

Kunlie drank two sips of chrysanthemum wine and silently counted the people at the banquet.

Now there are sixteen god kings in Dakun, except for King Zhao, all of them have been present.

"Hao'er hasn't come back yet?"

"It is said that the trip to Taimiao has ended. Your Highness may have changed his clothes in the palace, right?"

Eunuch Li quickly sent someone to Zhaoyuan Palace to invite someone.

Your Majesty is already very unhappy if he can't invite the concubine today. If his son doesn't come to power again, His Majesty will feel uncomfortable again.

At this time, the music in the hall stopped and a squirm of white mist floated from nowhere.

The low and melodious bell rang slowly, and a man wearing a mask appeared on the stage to dance his sword.

Seeing Bai Wu and listening to the bell, Kun Lie was stunned for a moment.

Although the man who danced the sword was wearing a sacrificial robe and did not distinguish between men and women, he was vaguely reminded of his youth.

"Yan'er?"

The Divine Emperor lost his mind for a moment and murmured to himself.

The queen and a group of god concubines sat beside her and happened to hear the whisper.

Everyone changed their expressions and stared at the masked man on the field, showing fear and vigilance.

Concubine Zhao?

This bitch is back?

But soon, the queen reacted and looked at the lofty seat of King Zhao.

"This kid did it on purpose, right?"

The God Emperor looked at the masked man dancing with his sword and recalled every bit of what he had and Zhao Feiyan had when he was.

Yan'er is Zhao Feiyan's nickname.

Once upon a time, they traveled through the heavens together.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter rang out in the hall.

Kunlie looked up and the God King Miluo looked at Jianwu and laughed.

"Your Majesty, do you think this sword dance looks familiar?"

"Yan'er used the Moon-Slaying Sword Technique back then."

Back then, I, Yan'er, Miluo God King, and Molin Sword Master, traveled together in a certain world. I saw the full moon in the sky, and Zhao Feiyan became interested and danced her sword against the moon by the bonfire.

Soon, the God Emperor calmed down and smiled at the Heavenly King Miluo, "I guess it was my child who came over to make trouble to comfort my father's heart."

When Peng Yu finished his sword dance, the God Emperor waved to him forward.

"My son pays homage to the father."

Seeing the fatigue between Kun Lie's eyebrows, Peng Yu felt a little nervous.

After all, the God Emperor is no longer young.

The God Emperor stared at him: "Raise your head."

After taking off Peng Yu's mask himself and seeing the eyebrows similar to Zhao Feiyan, the Divine Emperor felt sad again.

"You are becoming more and more like your mother."

Of course, Peng Yu deliberately dressed up this time, and the masked man taught him a set of sword techniques that Zhao Feiyan had used. It was to inspire the empathy of the God Emperor, and aroused a little lovesickness under the bright moon in the night.

The God Emperor pulled Peng Yu and asked him to sit with him.

At that moment, Peng Yu saw sharp gazes behind him that looked like blades.

The princes, concubines and even the queens stared at him with a look that was enough to eat people.

Good guy, I played this one a few days after returning to the palace. Did this guy do it on purpose?

King Zhao was not in the Heavenly Palace, so they rarely had a little favor from the God Emperor's heart. But as soon as he came back, everyone realized again that the God Emperor had no place in their heart!

The queen and the gods lowered their heads and suppressed their emotions.

That woman, even though she is far away in Zichen County, still occupies the heart of the Divine Emperor.

Kun Yan, Kun Yu and others were in a very complicated mood. They finally sat in the ranks of the God King, and thought that the distance had been brought in a little bit of their elder brother's dignity. However, they could sit with the God King.

Eunuch Li quickly asked someone to send King Zhao's tableware to the side of the God Emperor.

The God Emperor pushed the crab meat that the palace maid had peeled just now to Peng Yu.

Peng Yu looked at it, silently circulated the Daoqi of the universe, and threw it into Pangu Realm the moment the crab meat entered his mouth.

The Divine Emperor seemed to have some awareness, but he didn't say anything.

After all, his psychological shadow was also very big during the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.

The father and son were on the imperial throne together, and the officials below exchanged their eyes, and they already had a clear idea in their hearts.

Starting from King Zhao's promotion to Wenhua, this is paving the way step by step.

"Son of the Emperor, what reward do you want for your sword dancing for your father?"

"I have been favored by my father over the years and I have no shortage of anything. I just have a small idea right now, hoping that my father can be satisfied."

"Oh? Let's hear it."

"Today's sword fighting is an opportunity that all warriors all over the world dream of. My son wants to ask for favors, so he can temporarily bail the ball out and come out to see the sword fighting. After all, this opportunity will help him practice."

"Hmph" the God Emperor smiled and said, "It's true that you worked so hard and went to the palace to dance swords personally. Are you pleading for that kid?"

Peng Yu said seriously: "It is not worth asking for mercy. Since you make a mistake, you will be punished. Don't talk about Zhuanyang, even if your son makes a mistake, you have never been favored."

What's the thing?

The people below talked in their hearts when they listened to the conversation between the father and son.
To be continued...