Chapter 281 Li Jing, the master of the Southern Tang Dynasty
The fat Taoist priest Li Xiaoyao seemed to have not completely vented his anger. After severely injuring Ye Jingxuan, the deputy master of the Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion, he made a big fuss in the Prince's Mansion by the Yangchun Lake and taught Li Hongji a lesson on the spot.
He dared to let go of one. However, he still felt that he was still unsatisfied and looked at a place. In addition to being heavily guarded, that place also concealed several peerless masters. Of course, those peerless masters were nothing in his eyes. Faces
With a wicked smile on his face, he headed towards the heavily guarded place without hesitation.
A thick inner city wall blocked the fat Taoist priest, and then he walked slowly along the thick city wall, with his eyebrows lowered, as if he was thinking about something. He didn't know how long he had been walking, but before him, he walked slowly.
Suddenly, a moat that was not very wide and a small arched bridge appeared. In front of the stone arch bridge was a wide arch, which was the entrance to the inner city of the palace.
Several guards in golden armor and swords were guarding the entrance of the city gate. Their bodies exuded a cold aura that was as chilling as the heart, and a pair of eagle-like eyes shot out cold light towards the fat Taoist priest who came leisurely.
As soon as the fat Taoist priest approached the golden moat, they couldn't help but darken their faces. They took out the big swords in their hands and pointed at the fat Taoist priest with a leisurely look and shouted: "In the heart of the imperial city, no one can enter."
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Several big knives with cold light suddenly appeared in the hands of the golden-armored guards. They looked at the little fat Taoist priest who came slowly with solemn faces. If it weren't for the fact that the other party was young and was still a young man,
The little Taoist priest, they may strike down without any nonsense. In the palace city in the imperial capital, not just anyone can come in, and the little fat Taoist priest seems to have sneaked down the mountain from some Taoist temple.
A little Taoist boy who has been stained by the world of mortals.
The tone was stern and deep, deafening like thunder. The cold-like auras of the golden-armored guards surged out, making people feel the coldness of swords coming from them. There was more on the inner city wall.
There were several armored soldiers holding strong bows standing there. They looked down at the fat Taoist priest who was gradually approaching the arch bridge of the Jinshui moat.
Li Xiaoyao looked at the golden-armored guards in front of him with a calm look. He raised his eyes slightly and saw the guards with bright armor standing on the city wall like a forest.
The big bow was stretched as tightly as the full moon, and it was possible to shoot out the arrow that gave off a cold light at any time.
As long as he stepped forward again, he would be greeted by arrows shooting at him like locusts covering the sky and the earth. He did not move, but looked at each other coldly. He had no objection to this group of loyal guards.
It is this group of loyal and loyal guards that can make this impregnable Jiangnan imperial capital possible.
Li Xiaoyao took out a dark green token from his arms and threw it to a golden-armored guard at the city gate. Then he stood still. He threw it out as if it was just an ordinary object, without any trace of it.
There was no strange expression on his face, but he looked even calmer.
As for the man who took the dark token thrown by the fat Taoist priest, he hadn't seen the cold token clearly yet. He only felt that the token had a familiar feeling to him. There was a trace of doubt in his eyes.
When he saw the heavy token in front of his eyes, he suddenly took a breath of cold air.
I saw only two big characters "Yongchang" engraved on the dark, cold and heavy token. There was only this message on the weird token, but there were no other engravings or patterns. But these two big characters had already been
It explained everything. What surprised the guard was that he did not expect that this fat little Taoist priest turned out to be the legendary Thirteenth Prince Yongchang, and he was also the only Yongchang who was canonized by His Majesty the current Emperor.
The meaning is to prosper with the country and prosper with the emperor.
Unable to suppress the surprise in his heart, the guard bowed to the fat Taoist priest on the other side of the arched bridge and said: "I didn't know that the prince was coming, and I don't know the identity of the prince because of his humble position, but I hope that you will forgive me because of my duties."
The other guards also stood behind the guard at the same time, with their slightly bowed bodies showing respect. But they did not kneel down. This was not because they were ignorant of etiquette. But in this important place of the palace, all guards did not have to.
Even if they saw the emperor himself, they did not need to kneel down and bow down. The imperial guards who guarded the city had such special treatment, and only the imperial guards who guarded the city received such treatment.
Li Xiaoyao didn't say much, nodded, walked slowly across the arched stone bridge, and looked at the deep, abyss-like city gate. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart. This said
He didn't know how many bones of heroic spirits were buried in the gate. But as soon as he stepped on this arched stone bridge, he couldn't help but feel a piercing coldness all over his body. It's better to come to this place less often, otherwise he
I really don't know if I can withstand that cold, ghostly and sinister aura that is so overwhelming.
"Open the city gate to welcome Prince Yongchang." As the golden-armored guard shouted, the thick copper-plated door made a dull sound and slowly opened. Standing outside, you can feel a rush of energy at any time.
The cold wind blows against your face, and the raging cold wind will sting your body like an ice pick.
Li Xiaoyao's eyes revealed a glimmer of light, looking at the deep city gate. The city gate was like a ferocious beast's mouth, swallowing up the beautiful sky in the south of the Yangtze River. The thick city wall was made of several pieces.
It is made up of square feet of blue bricks, but there is not even a gap between the blue bricks, which shows its ingenious craftsmanship.
A faint light came from the city gate, and a somewhat unpleasant smell of decay filled the air. The fat Taoist priest frowned, and a strange look appeared on his fat cheeks. Regarding this city gate, he
But the memory is still fresh in my mind. When I was young, I was taken out of this city gate by an old Taoist priest with a fairy-like spirit. After that, I couldn't go back several times. A feeling of melancholy surged in my heart.
Disappointed, he raised his feet and walked towards the deep and dark city gate.
The fat figure, despite his young age, had a lonely back. Many golden-armored guards watched the lonely background slowly enter the city gate. Waves of surprise also arose in their hearts.
They didn't expect why this noble young prince would escape into the Taoist gate. They didn't understand or figure it out. It wasn't until the lonely fat figure disappeared in front of their eyes that they withdrew their gaze and put their whole body on guard.
Standing tall at the city gate, with a dull sound, the city gate slowly closed, as if their curious minds had also closed.
Although the sky today is as gray as the face of the ill-intentioned shrew, it is still early. Above the political hall in the palace, sitting high is a noble king wearing a yellow robe. There is a hint of anger in his fat body.
Possessing supreme majesty, he is the current king of the country, Li Jing, who is about forty years old. Although he exudes a supreme majesty, his slightly fat body and his warm face are...
And a little gentle.
Under the Lord of the Tang Dynasty, who was sitting high up, there were two rows of civil and military officials standing in rows. A middle-aged man who looked like a scribe in a round-collared robe was holding up a jade slip and talking. And the little man sitting high up on the top, who looked like a scribe, was holding a jade slip.
Fat Li Jing looked absent-minded. After the middle-aged scribe, who was wearing a suit with auspicious clouds and white cranes tattooed on his chest, started talking, Li Jing, the middle-aged man, seemed to be uninterested. He waved his hand impatiently.
"Do you have anything else to report to your family?" A deep voice sounded, but it was also dark and weak.
Another middle-aged rugged man wearing a suit with beasts tattooed on his chest was holding up a jade slip and was about to speak. He looked up and was stunned. He saw a little eunuch holding a whisk in his hand moving to Li Jing's side step by step.
Next to him, he whispered in his ear for a long time. But Li Jing's eyes showed a look of excitement, and he nodded his fat head inconveniently.
After the little eunuch stepped back and left, Li Jing's eyes were filled with joy, and he no longer ignored the military attaché who was standing upright in danger. He waved his hand and said, "That's it for today. Everyone, please retreat."
After saying that, he stood up and hurriedly entered a small door behind the dragon chair without looking back. The little eunuch behind him sounded a high-pitched voice: "Retreat from the court????????".
All the civil and military officials were stunned for a moment. When they came to their senses, they found that their Emperor had long since disappeared. In Ruoda's political hall, there was only one person standing awkwardly in the center holding a jade slip, looking at
Seeing such a funny scene, all the civil and military officials suddenly looked at each other and stood at a loss.
Not to mention the group of civil and military officials who stood looking at each other in bewilderment, but the lord of the Tang Dynasty, Li Jing, rushed to the small wing behind the political hall with great interest. This wing can also be said to be a study room, where Li Jing usually
This is the place where memorials are reviewed and reviewed by the emperor. In addition to an elegant and pleasant aroma, there are also several stoves placed in the four corners.
A fat little Taoist priest was sitting next to the memorial table. He did not show any awe at all. He crossed his legs on the big table, and his body was sitting on a table.
On the big chair padded with soft animal skins, I picked up a memorial and flipped through it a few times. I couldn't help but let out a soft hum, and then threw it away.
At this time, there was a sound of heavy and hurried footsteps. The fat Taoist priest still looked at me, picked up a memorial, flipped through it casually a few times, and then threw it away casually.
The desk in front of the desk had already been messed up by the fat Taoist priest. Even the pens and inkstones on the desk had been randomly thrown on a few memorials, and the ink had long been spattered everywhere.
It was covered with thick black ink.
"Ah, Thirteenth Brother, you are back. You want to kill me, Brother Huang." A joyful voice mixed with a rush of footsteps came to the fat Taoist priest's ears. Immediately, a man sprang out from the side door.
The fat man in a yellow robe was Li Jing, the leader of Li Tang Dynasty. He had an ecstatic expression on his face, and his hurried steps also showed his anxious mood. He suddenly
In that wing, he didn't even look at the messy case, nor did he blame the fat Taoist priest who made the case a mess.
The fat Taoist priest was none other than Li Xiaoyao, the thirteenth younger brother of Tang Dynasty Lord Li Jing. The two looked somewhat similar, except that the fat Taoist priest was fatter and had some traces of Li Jing on his immature face.
Of the thirteen brothers and sisters of the Tang Dynasty Lord Li Jing, they are the only ones who are very fond of their thirteenth brother, who is much younger than him. There are rumors that Li Xiaoyao was born from the Tang Lord Li Jing’s affair with his father’s concubine, but
Rumors are still rumors, but there is no conclusive evidence. As for why this rich and powerful king in the south of the Yangtze River only loves his thirteenth brother, perhaps only the Tang Dynasty Lord Li Jing knows this.
There was a "pop" sound.
Before the emperor, who was as dignified as the emperor, could approach Li Xiaoyao, a thick memorial flew out from the hand of the fat Taoist priest and hit the supremely majestic Li Jing. And the wealthy and powerful country in the south of the Yangtze River
The Lord was not angry, but had a smile on his face. This was the king of the country who was sitting on the dragon throne. He was like a kind father doting on his own children. Oh, I should say he was an elder brother.
"Pa", there was another crisp sound, and another memorial flew out from the hands of the fat Taoist priest, and hit the powerful king of the country in the south of the Yangtze River. No matter how happy Li Jing was,
He was still looking almost flatteringly at Li Xiaoyao, who was sitting firmly with his feet on the desk. But what greeted him was still the cold gaze of the fat Taoist priest and the memorials flying out of the desk.
Come and hit him hard.
"Whether the anger is gone or not, continue until it is gone." Li Jing was afraid that the fat Taoist priest would still be sullen and said anxiously. If outsiders saw this phenomenon, they would definitely think that the rumor was true. After all, this country's leader
Jun also has his own supreme dignity, how could he please his younger brother so humbly?