Chapter 455: Crown Prince Ying (first update, please vote for recommendations)
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Fang Yun's wings shook, and a violent space storm swept out immediately, pulling out the underground gold veins. At the same time, the strong space storm polished out the impurities. The remaining gold turned into a giant dragon made of gold, and was
Fang Yun put it into the space bag.
This piece seemed to be extremely rich in gold. Fang Yun scanned it in the sky, extracted several golden dragons from the ground, and put them into the space bag.
"You can go."
Fang Yun flapped his wings and was about to leave Dayingzhou and return to China.
"Little Marquis, please stay."
At this moment, the void distorted in front of Fang Yun. A man wearing white Confucian uniform appeared in front of Fang Yun out of thin air. The man had fair skin, two mustaches on his lips, and his body exuded a
The temperament of Confucian scholars.
"Huh?" Fang Yun stopped, his eyes flickered, and he said coldly: "What's the matter?"
A look of fear flashed across the middle-aged scribe's eyes, and he said cautiously:
"This is the young Marquis Fang Yun, the son of Marquis Sifang. My Crown Prince has invited me. I hope the young Marquis can come to the East Palace to get together."
"The Crown Prince?" Fang Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes: "The Crown Prince of Dayingzhou?"
"He is my master. I would like to invite you, the young Marquis, to come and gather with you."
The middle-aged scribe said cautiously.
In ancient times, Kunpeng fed on dragons. Apart from being very powerful, he was not someone to be trifled with. Although the man in front of him hadn't taken action yet, there was no guarantee that he would kill him immediately if he wasn't happy.
"Not interested in!"
Fang Yun sneered and didn't bother to pay attention to him. He flapped his wings and immediately disappeared into the sky, carrying endless clouds.
"Not even an invitation from Peacock?"
The middle-aged scribe suddenly shouted in the direction where Fang Yun disappeared.
"What did you say?"
A rumbling voice sounded beside the middle-aged scribe. In the blink of an eye, a rolling dark cloud appeared on the horizon. But the next moment, this billowing cloud appeared in front of the middle-aged scribe.
Fang Yun came back again, staring at the middle-aged scribe with a pair of cold eyes, which were extremely sharp. It seemed that if he said a wrong word, he would be torn into pieces immediately.
Back when he was still a warrior in the Embryo Realm, his father, Marquis Sifang, sent a peacock to protect him. Few people knew about this. Even if someone knew that he had such a guard by his side, they usually didn't know her name.
The other party called out the name "Peacock", obviously knowing what this name meant to him.
Facing Fang Yun's eyes full of murderous intent, the middle-aged scribe not only was not surprised, but was extremely happy and relieved. He stroked his beard, took out a golden dagger from his sleeve, and said with a smile:
"Little Marquis, you should be impressed by this dagger!"
Fang Yun's expression darkened when he saw this dagger. It was obviously the golden dagger that Peacock never left his body, and somehow it appeared in the hands of this middle-aged scribe.
Fang Yun's heart sank, and there was murderous intent in his eyes. But he did not act rashly. Peacock was a bodyguard assigned to him by his father. With his father's ability, it made no sense that someone could kidnap someone from under him. Especially someone from Ying Dynasty.
Taking them away creates even more problems.
"Where did you get this dagger?"
Fang Yun said in a cold voice.
"Don't worry, little Marquis. We are friends, not enemies! - If you want to know the origin of this sword, please come with me."
The middle-aged scribe smiled and said, after saying that, he swung his sleeves and robe, stepped into the void, and quickly disappeared.
"Hmph! I want to see what tricks you do!"
Fang Yun flapped his wings and immediately followed the middle-aged scribe to the south of Dayingzhou. Kunpeng's perception of space was very keen. Although the middle-aged scribe was hidden in space and space and could not be seen by the naked eye, he could not see it with the naked eye.
But it couldn't be hidden from Kunpeng's perception. Even if he wanted to, he could set off a storm around him in an instant and swallow him up.
There are many powerful people in Da Yingzhou, but Fang Yun possesses the essence and blood of Kunpeng and the Ten Thousand Transformations Bell of Heaven and Earth. He is confident that even if he cannot defeat him, if he sees that the situation is wrong, there is still no problem in escaping. He is not afraid of them causing trouble. More importantly
Yes, Fang Yun really wanted to know why Peacock's golden dagger appeared in the hands of these people.
In the southern part of Dayingzhou, three thousand miles away from the coast, there is a valley. On the outside of the valley, cherry blossoms are planted, and the fragrance is bursting. There are many Dayingzhou warriors who are well-dressed and have a strong aura, holding swords in their hands.
The sheath was hidden under the cherry blossom tree. He scanned the surroundings with a vigilant expression.
The warriors outside these valleys are all at the celestial level at worst. At the bottom of the valley, an antique Ying-style building stands on top. Monks wearing black monk robes with solemn expressions sit cross-legged on it and speak.
Chanting sutras, motionless.
A small number of these Ying people are at the peak of Tianxiang, most of them are strong men of the first to second rank of Tianchong, and there are also a small number of strong men of the third rank of Tianchong.
This is where the East Palace of the Crown Prince of Dayingzhou is located! No Ying people can come near this place without the permission of the Crown Prince.
"who!"
A monk with a solemn expression, who was quietly reciting Buddhist scriptures in Ying dialect, suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly. A sharp light flashed in his originally peaceful eyes.
"It's me! This is the person the Crown Prince wants to see. Everyone just keep their place!"
A clear sound floated down from the top of the head. An afterimage crossed the top of the valley and sank into the valley. Immediately afterwards, there was a "whoop" and the world suddenly darkened. However, in just a blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.
Inside the valley is completely different from outside the valley.
Outside the valley, the Ying people's favorite cherry blossoms are planted, but in the valley, the plum blossoms that are most appreciated by Confucians are planted in the Middle Earth Divine Continent. I don't know what magic was used to prevent these plum blossoms from blooming at this time.
, pieces are blooming, either pink or white, standing pretty on the branches.
Right in the center of the plum blossom grove, a row of buildings in the Chinese-European Confucian style stands among them.
A small clear lake, trees full of blooming plum blossoms, beautiful women walking under the trees, and a row of solemn and generous Chinese-style buildings... create a harmonious atmosphere in this remote Da Yingzhou.
A very Middle-earth style picture.
clatter!
With a soft sound, the middle-aged scribe gently landed in front of the steps of a building, half-kneeling with a respectful expression:
"Your Highness, the guests have been brought!"
"call!"
The wind howled, and the sky suddenly darkened. Then Fang Yun, dressed in fine clothes, stood proudly and appeared in the valley. A cool feeling came from under his feet. Fang Yun took a casual glance and found that the ground in the valley was made of white marble.
The slate is pasted with one layer. It looks very clean.
"Wow!"
The wooden door opened, and a young man with a noble temperament and handsome appearance, dressed in fine clothes, stood at the door with his hands behind his hands and a smile:
"I have been waiting for you for a long time. Young Lord, please come in!"
Fang Yun glanced at the crown prince of Yinghuang. He was about twenty-five or six years old. His skin was moist and well-maintained.
When he first saw this person, Fang Yun's impression was that he was handsome. This Yinghuang Crown Prince had an appearance that was naturally attractive to women and made many women feel ashamed. To a certain extent, this kind of handsomeness was simply too much.
, thus showing a bit of feminine feeling.
The second impression is that of nobility, respect and elegance. This crown prince exudes a mellow royal temperament from his bones. Fang Yun can feel that he seems to be extremely proud of his bloodline, exuding a kind of aura from his bones.
A sense of superiority.
He was dressed very simply. He did not wear ordinary royal robes, and often wore robes. Just the noble temperament that he exuded without comment completely overpowered the prince Liu Xiu that Fang Yun had seen.
The only one who can compete with him is the Thirteenth Prince Liu Che. However, Liu Che is not as handsome as the Crown Prince in appearance!
Fang Yun said nothing, flicked his sleeves, stepped up the steps and walked in with a calm expression.
The crown prince's strength is not very high, he is around the second level of Tianchong. Even if Fang Yun recovers his body, with the power of thirty-four heavenly dragons and the Ten Thousand Transformations Bell of Heaven and Earth, he can still resist him for a while. If
Transforming Kunpeng can kill him directly.
"Go in and talk."
When Fang Yun walked to Crown Prince Ying, he stopped, said something, and then stepped into the room.
"Hehe, please!"
Crown Prince Ying smiled slightly, then returned to his seat and sat down on the futon.
At the banquet, wine and dishes have been prepared. The cups used to hold the wine are not the small white porcelain cups commonly used by the Ying people, but the bronze wine bottles often seen in royal banquets in Chinese palaces. The dishes are also in Chinese style.
Fang Yun glanced at the room casually and immediately noticed a book not far away from the hand of the Yinghuang Crown Prince. There were two words "Policy Theory" written on the cover.
Fang Yun was slightly surprised. "Policy Theory" was a book written by a great scholar of the previous dynasty. The content was extremely profound and could not be understood by ordinary Confucian scholars. Legend has it that with the demise of the previous dynasty, this book had been lost in the war.
Unexpectedly, the Yinghuang Crown Prince actually got it.
While Fang Yun was thinking about something, he heard the Yinghuang Crown Prince smiling and saying:
"The name of the Young Marquis is like thunder in my ears, and it has been like a palace for a long time. This time I heard that the Young Marquis has come to Dayingzhou, and I have been interested in seeing him for a long time. Today, I finally got my wish, which is a great joy.——
By the way, the young Marquis may not know my name yet, I’m sorry.”
Fang Yun's identity is sensitive now, and he is still a general registered in the Ministry of War. He did not want to have too much communication with the Yinghuang prince, so he waved his hand and said coldly:
"Prince, there is no need to say more. You and I have nothing in common. I have no intention of reaching out to anyone. Prince, you'd better tell me the origin of that golden dagger!"
The Crown Prince "Zicen" was startled, then smiled and said:
"Hahaha, little Marquis. I think Zuopushe should have told you before you came. We are friends, not enemies. However, since you are so anxious, I will call my sister-in-law out."
"Pop!"
The Crown Prince caressed his palm gently and made a crisp sound: "Sister, come out!... Come and meet your former master!"