Beichen raised his hand and flicked his fingers, and the boulder on the car immediately overflowed with golden light. Then the boulder disappeared in the golden light, leaving only a long golden box on the car.
Everyone was startled, and naturally stopped shouting and looked at the box.
Zi Tong looked at the two of them suspiciously, Wei Yang smiled and said nothing, while Beichen gently raised his chin towards the car.
Zi Tong stood up, jumped into the carriage, and opened the box.
Inside the box, there was a scepter with a purple crown.
This guy is really thoughtful!
Smiling in her heart, Zi Tong bent over, took out the gorgeous scepter from the box, and raised it high.
"Long live the Empress! Long live the Empress!"
Lan Ting was the first to take the lead in shouting. As soon as he took the lead, everyone in the square immediately shouted in unison.
There were more than ten thousand people in the square.
Everyone knelt down, but only three people stood.
Under the car, Wei Yang and Beichen looked at each other, and then raised their faces at the same time to look at Zi Tong, who was holding the scepter high in the car.
"Tell me, sir, is he secretly watching us from a distance?!" Wei Yang said softly.
Beichen narrowed his eyes slightly, "He must be there!"
"Then what do you think is the significance of his arrangement?"
"I haven't figured it out yet."
The two of them have been with Mr. Xue for two years. Although they don't have a thorough understanding of this tricky master, they know a lot about it.
Mr. Xue’s experiences may seem to come out of nowhere, but they all have their own reasons.
When they first entered the academy, he often told them about Beizhou and asked them to come to Beizhou to experience. It was precisely because of Mr. Xue's arrangement that they came to Beizhou.
Weiyang sneaked into the temple and became the Purple-clothed Holy Envoy. There happened to be a fight within the temple, so he easily took over the position of the temple master. Beichen entered the Taoist trade as a businessman, and in just two years established the Ziji Temple that controlled almost half of the wealth of Beizhou Continent.
The micro-auction houses have all become shaken up figures in Beizhou Continent.
Now, Mr. Xue asked the three of them to take over Beizhou Continent.
It was not difficult for the two of them to think of some vague connections.
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Not far from the south side of the palace square, there is a restaurant called Tingfeng Tower.
At this moment, in some boxes on the top floor of Tingfeng Building, a man in gray clothes was standing quietly on the terrace, listening to the voices coming from the Palace Square.
On his head, he wore a bamboo hat with light gray cloth hanging down.
The cloth hung down, covering his face, only vaguely revealing a section of white hair scattered on his back.
The waiter pushed open the door and walked in, placing the fine tea in his hand on the table.
"Old sir, the tea you wanted!"
"good!"
The man in gray clothes responded, turned around, walked to the table, and picked up the teacup into which the waiter poured more than half a cup of tea.
His fingers are straight and slender, and the skin is not rough, but very delicate.
Looking at that palm, the man was just shocked.
Before, I saw him with gray clothes and white hair, and his hoarse voice. I thought he was an old man, but I didn't expect him to be so young. "I'm sorry, sir, I was rude just now. I shouldn't call you Mr."
The man in gray clothes laughed softly under the cloth, "No, you didn't call me wrong, I am indeed old."
Listening to the shouts from the square, the clerk's eyes naturally turned to the window, "Everyone has gone to the square to see the sacred stone, why don't you go and see the excitement?!"
"If you want to go, go ahead. This pot of tea is enough." said the man in gray.