Marquis Zhongxi wore a piece of clothing that looked like a crown. He didn't wear a crown. His clothes were not black, but white and yellow. His lower clothes were red, and he wore a pair of wooden turtlenecks. His sword hung on his waist. That's all.
He walked to the Prince's Palace of Jinling in his normal clothes with his sleeves fluttering.
The team of soldiers guarding the gate looked at this man, and there was probably no one else but the crazy Lord of the Nightless City who dared to dress like Zhong Xihou. Zhong Xihou took out the invitation made of gold and threw it out, and the invitation flew around.
, nailed to the beam.
"The guests invited by your master are here, and you haven't even let me in to announce them."
Those people were stunned, and the man who seemed to be the captain forced himself to calm down and ordered the man with a pale face to go in and report.
That man was crazy. How could he know that Zhong Xihou made such a casual action? So if he drew his sword, might he really come and go from the Jinling Palace?
When the others entered, Zhong Xihou couldn't help but cursed himself a few times. He said that he was a swordsman. He was so good, and he became the Lord of the Nightless City again.
The person who came out to greet him was none other than the frail Crown Prince Zhu Jiannan whom Zhong Xihou had met last time. The Xindu slave Xiao Lei was still following him. "Prince, Mr. Lei, this person is the one holding the invitation."
Xiao Lei grabbed the invitation with one hand and pulled it out from the beam. This was not done by brute force. To drive the gold paper into the solid beam, this person's internal strength and skill were extraordinary.
If you are not a householder, you don’t know how expensive food and rice are. If you come to eat, you will eat. How can you get angry with a pillar? A pillar needs to be repaired and repainted. Although you don’t have to pay for it yourself, the old guard looked at it.
The pillars are actually a little sad for spring and autumn.
Zhu Jiannan also took a look at Zhong Xihou's clothes. He was wearing something similar to a crown, but without a crown. His sword was still hanging on his waist. He really looked like a monkey wearing a crown.
Zhu Jiannan still had that gentle smile on his face, and he saluted and greeted him respectfully: "City Master Zhong will not hesitate to attend the appointment, why don't you invite the City Master into the mansion quickly?"
Before Zhong Xihou came, the old prince of Jinling did something. He took his two grandchildren to the darkroom of the Jinling Zhu family, and recorded all the things that everyone knew and didn't know in a book. That darkroom
There are two large boxes with this kind of booklet, the talisman for commanding the armies and the talisman for controlling the trading house.
Neither of them chose, and Zhu Yinuo didn't know how to choose. Zhu Jiannan wanted to know, did the old man choose the kingly path here? And did the knight who created the world's legend start his career from here?
The path of the chivalrous man?
Zhong Xihou entered the Jinling Palace. Lincheng is most famous for calligraphy and painting, and the most famous is the legendary and mythical jade pen. What is the use of this jade pen? Not many people know, and there is no way to verify it.
However, the calligraphy and painting of Lincheng can be verified. The collection in the residence of the Lord of Lincheng is a good proof.
Zhong Xihou looked at the screen. There were twelve screens. It was rare for a screen to have so many screens. The paintings on the screen were even rarer. They were a set of "Night Banquet Pictures".
When the guests arrive at home, the night banquet is grand and they enjoy themselves and have fun, with a unique charm.
When guests arrive at home, the gatekeeper greets them with a smile, and the host receives the guests and invites them to the house, which is beautiful.
Ji is surrounded by treasures like a mountain.
The kitchen is busy, the hall is singing and dancing, the night banquet is singing, the guests are toasting, the guests are dancing in the hall, and the host is enjoying the music alone.
The host bid farewell to the guests, but the lobby remains the same.
Zhong Xihou looked at the screen and smiled. He laughed at the old prince of Jinling. He was really an old fox. Such a person can indeed do what he shows others. If you are with him, he will drink, spend money and be polite.
Wait, if you block his way, no one in the world will know when and where you disappeared.
Zhongxihou finally met this old prince. When he came to the throne, he did not visit Zhongnanyan from city to city. He stuck to the west and said nothing to the middle land. His financial resources were not afraid of what they would do. He just wanted this day.
The people of the country hated him and couldn't live without him.
The old prince was wearing ordinary linen clothes and he was sitting in the main seat.
"The younger Lord of the Nightless City, Zhong Xihou, visited Lincheng and came to Jinling. I came here to pay a special visit to the Lord of Lincheng." Zhongxihou bowed, and the guards looked at today's guest squarely or sideways. This guest is not an ordinary guest. He has a robe hanging around his waist.
hilt sword.
King Jinling was still sitting. He waved his hand and said, "You are indeed a young and handsome man. Forgive me for my old age and inconvenience. This is considered a private banquet for friends. Why should I be overly polite and sit down first?"
Zhong Xihou sat on the right hand side of the old prince of Jinling, facing east. Opposite Zhong Xihou, on the two seats facing west, sat Zhu Jiannan and another man less than twenty years old. There was an arrogance in this man's eyebrows.
, he could see that this man was arrogant and arrogant.
"Old man Rong introduced, this is my eldest son of Lincheng, Jiannan. Jiannan has met Lord Zhongcheng."
Zhu Jiannan stood up. He didn't hold his fan, but he saluted: "Master Zhong is a sage who governs the city that never sleeps, and Hero Zhong's swordsmanship is unrivaled in the world."
"What's amazing is that it's just another person's oral tradition. Who knows if it's true or not." Zhu Yinuo ignored it and blurted out while drinking. He was also a swordsman, but his sword had never been recognized by the old man. He worked hard to sharpen it.
Sword, but no one appreciated it.
"Is the young master Zhu Yinuo?"
"Children are rude, don't be offended by City Master Zhong."
Zhong Xihou smiled, he took off the sword from his waist and placed it on the seat next to him. "I heard that Zhu Yinuo, the grandson of the King of Jinling, is also a swordsman and loves swords. I may want to take a look at your sword with Gu.
"
The shining light of Zhong Xihou's Wuyu Sword is staggering, but its scabbard is not gorgeous. The current scabbard of Wuyu Sword is an ordinary tree in the ancient forest, which was sawed and cut.
Made of leftover scraps. Although the materials used were not particular, over time, this originally ordinary scabbard became enveloped with a bit of white light and a cold sword energy.
"Look at your world-famous Wuyu sword, it's just like that. It's no different from the ordinary iron shop with two or three swords."
Zhong Xihou laughed. He laughed at this man's youth and frivolity. However, he liked this frivolity.
Zhu Yinuo ordered someone to bring his sword. It was indeed a dazzling sword inlaid with precious stones. When Zhu Yinuo drew the sword, Zhong Xihou clapped his hands. He knew that the sword was easy to break, but he still clapped his hands.
He clapped his hands and said: "The light is extraordinary and dazzling.
The eyes are like dragon scales."
Zhu Yinuo put the sword back into its sheath: "You have seen my sword, but why does yours stay in the sheath? Is it a rusty sword?"
"How can a swordsman let his sword become rusty? It will be hard for him to unsheath his sword. He is afraid of unsheathing and will become too violent."
"I promise, don't be rude again." The old prince spoke, and Zhong Xihou said no more. He really didn't want the sword to be unsheathed. If his sword was unsheathed, would the still young Wang Sun still be able to do it?
Continue to practice swordsmanship? There are countless swordsmen in the world. Regardless of their level of swordsmanship, these people believe in their swords and have an extremely loyal love for the sword. People who do not use swords do not understand this kind of love.
The old prince toasted Zhong Xihou with a toast, and said: "Originally, the old man has a grandson, but it's a pity that the grandson is a literary idiot. He went out to paint with his friends, but he didn't find him. Next time, let him ask the city lord
apologize."
Zhong Xihou drank the wine in one gulp. It was a bit spicy for no reason, and then slightly sweet. If he could take a sip and then smash it, it might be more delicious.
Marquis Zhongxi asked: "The grandson mentioned by the prince is Mo Ming, Mo Xuantu, the young master of the Mo family who is listed on the Qingfeng list?"
The old prince burst into laughter, quite pleased with himself, and responded repeatedly. The old prince glanced at his grandson Zhu Jiannan from the corner of his eye, and immediately raised his glass to toast Zhong Xihou again. After drinking it, he felt very comfortable, but he saw that he
The grandson frowned slightly, as if he was a little embarrassed when he was caught stealing candy. Seeing this, Zhong Xihou suppressed his laughter.
"This old man is old and frail. He is used to singing and dancing at night banquets. I wonder what City Lord Zhong is doing?"
"The prince is the host, the man is the guest, and the guest does as he pleases."
The old prince clapped his hands, and the servants began to serve the dishes. Deer tripe chicken, deer blood cake, tea tree mushroom venison, and several pots of deer blood wine. Zhong Xihou couldn't help but chuckle to himself, the venison meat was tender, delicious, and lean.
Tonifying the spleen and strengthening yang is rare in the West, but the King of Jinling would not entertain so many deer. In other words, this place deserves to be called Jinling, and drinking and having fun should be a joy.
Also served are anchovy fin, kung pao hare, magpie plum blossoms, sweet and sour milk melon, fried flatbread with sugar...
There were so many, but Zhong Xihou didn't even look at them. He was not a particular person to begin with, and he was even less particular about food. It only mattered to his appetite, as long as he could eat enough and gain strength.
The old prince clapped his hands again, and a group of harp girls and dancers entered the lobby from everywhere.
Marquis Zhong Xi was not in the mood for drunkenness. He looked at the group of harp girls and dancers. The leading dancer in white seemed to be the one who came to deliver the invitation in the morning.
The light, graceful and graceful attitude made the Lord of the West Land, who is sitting on countless beauties, fascinated. The colorful gauze danced lightly, just like the long rainbow in the clear sky after the rain. Its unique beauty is fascinating. Such a beauty can be held in one's arms.
, but no regrets?
On this day, Marquis Zhongxi and King Jinling did not say much, but later generations spread many words, which is also interesting.
The Lord of the West met a Sleeping Dragon on his eastward journey and asked: Who is the hero in the world? The Sleeping Dragon said: There are Qiu in the Wu River. It is quiet and is accompanied by insects and birds; when it is moving, the vision of stars brings the wind and clouds to visit. ?————"Xicheng Chronicles-"