The 329th chapter the French national division (4)
Lu Qian had read a little and knew what the word "Wen Tian Wu Xi" meant.
But the king summoned his ministers to discuss matters, and the civil servants set up a banquet at the entrance of the palace to eat and drink. The generals simply put their arms around the young lady's soft and slender waist, and kissed her in front of the palace gate until her mouth was red...
this……
Too much!
But Lord Qingyun turned a blind eye and let the chariot enter the palace. Behind him, the civil servants and generals greeted each other in twos and threes, dropped their chopsticks and wine glasses, and comforted the little lady beside him. There were few and no one there.
The queue was neat and tidy, just like a group of bandits who had lost a battle and followed the carriages in noisily.
Behind them, there were many civil and military officials who were slow-moving and rushed over slowly.
The power of Lu Qian's soul enveloped all directions. Feeling the behavior of the "pillars of the country" in Qingyun Kingdom, he felt that the fact that Qingyun Kingdom could support it until now and not collapse was because of the spirit of its ancestors.
Lu Qian took a chariot into the palace, while the three Qingyou girls stayed outside the palace.
In fact, the three women have little interest in matters such as wrangling in government affairs. Outside the south gate of Qingyun Kingdom's palace, on the edge of the huge square, dozens of restaurants with gorgeous decorations are lined up. In the evening, in the restaurant
The aroma spreads far away.
The three girls are greedy, so...
Lu Qian observed the market along the way and found that in the streets of Qingyun Kingdom, in addition to the tall, handsome natives like Yuan Lingtian, with slightly different hair and eye colors, there were also people of the Jishengtian race with black hair and black eyes.
From this point of view, what Wanxiang said in the Holy Heaven is indeed true.
At that time, the cultivating community of Jishengtian launched a massive attack on Yuanlingtian. Trillions of people were immigrated to Yuanlingtian in order to erode and cut off Yuanlingtian's fate of heaven and earth... The cultivating world of Jishengtian was defeated, and the masters of the sects fell one after another.
The Lingtian cultivation community counterattacked Jishengtian, but these immigrants from Jishengtian still survived in various places in Yuanlingtian.
As a minority, descendants of immigrants from Jishengtian, their lives in Yuanlingtian are neither good nor bad. They are generally of their own kind, living their own small lives in harmony with the natives of Yuanlingtian.
Roughly half of the people in Xiyun City are descendants of the immigrants from the Holy Sky.
Therefore, when the three Qingyou girls appeared on the street, they were not an eyesore. Lu Qian asked Yu Diianhu to send a few people to follow him, and he didn't worry about the rest. The three girls had such a greedy temperament that they always loved to eat.
This is how Ho Kyung started...
The furnishings are extremely extravagant. In the hall, which is more like a private room in a brothel than a court meeting hall, the Lord Qingyun is sitting steadily on the throne, while a group of civil and military ministers are happily greeting each other.
"long time no see!"
"How have you been recently?"
"Hey, the weather is nice today."
"Two more servants have come out of Feihua Building. Let's go and see them together someday?"
Lu Qian stood in the corner of the hall, looking down at the polished and smooth floor that could be used as a mirror. He really didn't expect that there would be a court meeting hall of a state. The floor was actually inlaid with gold foil and silver threads, outlining the extremely rich and noble atmosphere.
Gorgeous flowers picture!
What’s even more embarrassing is that in the Hundred Flowers Picture, there are actually more than a dozen beauties in beautiful flowers and simple clothes!
In addition to the floor, the beams, columns, walls, ceiling caissons, etc. in the main hall are also colorful, with extremely bold colors, and various decorative patterns, mostly flowers and beautiful portraits.
Really... this place is absolutely qualified to be used as the headquarters of a certain brothel.
But as a country's main court meeting hall, it is really...
The greetings of civil and military officials finally boiled down to the same issue.
"Outside the city..."
"Shuiyun Temple and Qingyun Temple are combined into one?"
"Pfft, monks and nuns are one family. It's natural for them to share the same bed!"
"Hahaha, what an insight. That's a wonderful thing to say."
"However, the Qiu Mountain, Yue Mountain, and those two pagodas are really thrilling!"
"Has the person your family went to inquire about come back?"
"You haven't come back either? Oh, what a bunch of dead dogs!"
The civil and military ministers began to discuss the merger of Shuiyun Temple and Qingyun Temple enthusiastically. They saw with their own eyes that all the palaces and pavilions of Shuiyun Temple ran to the mountain gate of Qingyun Temple and fell down.
Monks and nuns merged, hey, it was a big deal.
This group of wealthy and powerful people from the Qingyun Kingdom, who were extremely poor and had no other pursuits in life except eating, drinking and having fun, could discuss this topic over and over again for a whole year.
Sparsely, sparsely, one after another, the civil and military officials of Qingyun Kingdom slowly arrived at the main hall.
One of the high-ranking ministers complained in a low voice: "Going to court to discuss matters? How new is it? It hasn't been discussed in court for three years, right? When was the last time? Oh, the time when I paid tribute to beauties to the Yan Dynasty...
"
"Tsk, is it possible that it's the day to make offerings again?"
"Calculate the time, isn't it right? It's not the time yet?"
"Since we are not offering sacrifices to the Yan Dynasty, which bastard asked us to come to the court? It is a waste of time, a waste of time, and a waste of life for no reason... I and the girl Nuan Xiang from Zuixian Tower are testing the depths, and we are eager.
He was pulled over."
"Oh, I have failed my beauty!"
A group of courtiers complained in low voices and angrily.
After entering the hall for so long, not one of the ministers glanced at the throne, and not one of the ministers noticed the King Qingyun who had recovered his health, became energetic, and had a glowing face.
Lu Qian shook his head gently.
Lord Qingyun stood up, grabbed a piece of purple gold paperweight on the desk in front of him, and slapped it heavily on the desk.
With a 'bang', the two ceremonial officers who were also chatting with their colleagues shivered in fright. They finally remembered their responsibilities. They puffed up their chests, lengthened their voices, and screamed loudly: "Hundred Officials"
~Silence~"
Lord Qingyun put his hands on the table and looked down at the civil and military ministers of the court.
All the civil and military ministers trembled in fright, and each of them hurriedly raised their heads and looked at the King of Qingyun. Then, several men who looked quite old wearing flowered peony robes started to marvel at the same time.
"Oh, Zi frame, what kind of tonic did you take to make your body and bones feel so much better?"
"Is there any secret recipe? Uncle Wang, my waist has been sore these days, my legs are weak, I'm dizzy, and I feel weak all over... The little aunt you just found doesn't have the energy to serve me anymore... I have a secret recipe, so I have to take care of it.
Come on, we uncles!"
"Isn't that right...Zi frame, you look so energetic and fierce, tsk tsk, why don't we go to Lanyue Tower together later? Our uncle and nephew can find a few servants and have fun together?"
"Lanyue Tower, a good place... Zi frame, you have been bedridden all these years, maybe you don't know, Lan Yue Tower, now there are many novel ways to play, hehe, as long as you have cloud money and waist, hehe, you can
You'll be so happy that you don't want to go home, and those yellow-faced women at home can be thrown out, and they can go to a nunnery or a monk's temple as they please."
The corners of Qingyun's mouth twitched and his face twitched. He couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and finally shouted loudly: "You are so unbridled, so unbecoming, you guys... you guys... are just a bunch of cowards in the country."
A group of civil and military ministers were silent. They looked at King Qingyun and blinked their eyes. Finally, a military general who seemed to have a high status came out of his squad cautiously and looked at King Qingyun seriously.
"Why did the Lord of the country say this? The silverfish of the country... hiss..."
The general took a deep breath and looked at King Qingyun as if he had seen a ghost: "Master, could it be that you, like those years ago, are going to do what you did in those years...you, you, you, want to make trouble again?"
A group of civil and military officials all changed their expressions.
They looked at King Qingyun in shock.
Lord Qingyun's face darkened. He looked at these ministers, waved his hands gently, and said feebly: "What happened back then has long passed? I have called you here today because I want to give you some information.
Send a message."
"Qingyun Temple and Shuiyun Temple merged and became Jinshan Temple...Master Fahai is the abbot of Jinshan Temple and a true Taoist master. As the leader of Qingyun Kingdom, I confer Master Fahai as Qingyun Kingdom."
The Imperial Master, all honors and treatment, are equal to me... In the future, when you see Master Fahai, it will be as if you have met me!"
Lu Qian carried the heavy Zen staff and walked step by step from the corner of the hall to the side of King Qingyun.
He looked at the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty and said calmly: "How are you doing, my ministers? The poor monk Fahai is the abbot of Jinshan Temple. He has been favored by the king and has been named a national master. He will definitely protect Qingyun's country and ensure that the country is peaceful and the people are safe."
Holding the Zen staff in his left hand, Lu Qian raised his right palm to protect his chest and bowed gently to the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty.
A group of civil and military officials were silent for a long time, and then made a noise in unison.
"Oh, you scared me to death. What did you think you were doing?"
"Isn't it just to make me a national advisor? Hey, I thought the king wanted to raise troops to fight again."
"Scared, how can it be so easy? Now in our country of Qingyun, where can we still have soldiers and horses that can be used? So, there is no need to worry!"
"Shuiyun Temple and Qingyun Temple merged to form Jinshan Temple? Tsk, this great monk Fahai looks very solemn."
"Hehe, I don't know, what is this national master good at? Is it the old tree that sprouts new buds? Or is it the gift of a child? Hehe!"
Speaking of the original business of Shuiyun Temple and Qingyun Temple, in the main hall, the civil and military officials laughed at the same time. Their laughter was very loud. The main hall was filled with some kind of ambiguity, indescribable, but everyone knew it. The scent of joy.
Lu Qian looked at the messy group of guys, raised his Zen staff high with his left hand, and then struck it hard on the ground.
The ground was not damaged at all, but the entire hall shook violently.
Waves of terrifying air roared out, sending all the civil and military officials rolling around on the ground, making them howl in unison.
Lu Qian shouted "Silence", and the terrifying soul pressure fell out of thin air. Suddenly, the head of Chao Wenwu was in severe pain, and the bastard seemed to be crushed by a big millstone, and could no longer move at all.
"From today on, I am Fahai, the master of Qingyun."
"You guys... you are such a lazy bunch, I'm too lazy to make noise with you."
"From today onwards, the poor monk asks you to go east, but you are not allowed to go west... The poor monk asks you to catch dogs, but you are not allowed to chase chickens... In short, whatever you are asked to do, you do it, if there is any disobedience... …”
Outside the main hall, a sneer came: "What a loud tone!"
With a 'clang' sound, a shining flying sword flew from outside the hall with a cold light of three feet, and pierced Lu Qian's heart.
