Ji Tianxing had not long entered the emperor's palace, and he knew very few of the emperor's sons.
Of course Ling Yichuan knew this, so he took this opportunity to quietly introduce to him the dozen or so emperor's sons in the living room.
The two of them remained calm on the surface, holding wine glasses and tasting the wine in silence.
But in fact, Ling Yichun was using his spiritual consciousness to transmit his voice, and kept introducing Ji Tianxing: "The emperor's son, who is wearing a white robe and a gold and jade belt, is called Lu Zhiyuan, and he ranks forty-second in the mansion.
Junior Brother Ji, the young man over there with a strong build and a black robe with silver patterns, is named Liu Zikang, and he ranks thirty-seventh in the Imperial Palace.
There is also the man wearing a blue robe and surrounded by several emperors' sons. His name is Duanmu Yulong. He is the legitimate son of the Duanmu family and ranks ninth in the emperor's palace.
As for Murong Lingfeng, who is holding a folding fan and looks too beautiful to be a man, you don’t need me to introduce him, right?"
After just half a quarter of an hour, Ling Yichun introduced the dozen or so emperors in the living room to Ji Tianxing one by one.
Ji Tianxing listened quietly and silently wrote down all the names.
When he heard the name Duanmu Yulong, he frowned and took a deep look at Duanmu Yulong.
However, Duanmu Yulong was surrounded by several emperors and was chatting and laughing with them, as if he was giving advice.
He ignored Ji Tianxing, seemingly not even interested in taking a look.
Murong Lingfeng was also supported by several human emperors. He looked like a star holding the moon, as if he was the leader of several emperors.
However, when he was talking and laughing with extraordinary confidence, he would always glance at Ji Tianxing inadvertently, with a playful smile on his lips.
Soon, it was late at night.
Most of the dozen or so emperor's sons in the living room stopped talking and laughing, or drank in silence, or found a place to sit down and rest.
Ling Yizhen excused himself as a little sleepy, said goodbye to Ji Tianxing, and left the living room.
Ji Tianxing stood alone by the window, staring calmly at the night sky outside the window, admiring the scene of the stars changing and the sea of clouds billowing.
At this time, a clear voice came from behind him.
"Junior Brother Ji, how are you doing lately?"
Ji Tianxing turned around and saw Murong Lingfeng walking over with a smile on his face, holding a white jade wine glass.
Today, Murong Lingfeng is wearing a white robe embroidered with dragon, phoenix and cloud patterns, with her hair pulled high into a bun and a jade crown, and holding a sapphire folding fan in her left hand.
He looked even more beautiful than before, with a charming smile between his eyebrows that made people dare not look directly at him.
Ji Tianxing nodded calmly and said calmly: "Everything is fine, don't worry Brother Murong."
Although his attitude was cold, Murong Lingfeng didn't mind at all. He walked up to him with a smile and started chatting with concern.
Ji Tianxing secretly sneered in his heart, knowing that Murong Lingfeng still didn't give up and still wanted to strike up a conversation and get close to him.
But he remained calm on the surface, sipping the spirit wine indifferently, and occasionally responded with a few words.
In the corner of the living room not far away, three emperors surrounded Duanmu Yulong and were discussing something in a low voice.
Duanmu Yulong looked thoughtful, shaking his head or nodding from time to time, seemingly thinking about things.
But in fact, he was secretly paying attention to Ji Tianxing and Murong Lingfeng by the window.
Seeing Murong Lingfeng taking the initiative to show his goodwill to Ji Tianxing and looking like they were having a great time talking, Duanmu Yulong's eyes flashed with a playful sneer, and he thought to himself.
"Hmph, Murong Lingfeng, this coquettish guy, still doesn't give up and wants to win over Ji Tianxing.
Little did he know that the Lord had given a secret order for me to get rid of Ji Tianxing as soon as possible.
Humph, it seems that the Lord really values me more!"
Thinking of this, Duanmu Yulong felt a little proud.
When he looked at Ji Tianxing again, his eyes became a little cold.
"Damn Ji Tianxing, he actually came to the Imperial Court alive!
Yesterday, it was your fate that allowed you to escape the disaster, and also caused me to lose one of my capable men.
However, after you leave the Imperial Court, I will never let you return to the Imperial Palace alive!"
Beside the window sill, Murong Lingfeng chatted with Ji Tianxing for a long time, making several excuses to win over Ji Tianxing.
However, Ji Tianxing remained unmoved and his attitude towards him was very cold and indifferent.
Murong Lingfeng secretly hated it, but could only give up temporarily, said goodbye with a smile, and left with the wine glass in hand.
From then on, no one bothered Ji Tianxing again.
He had been standing by the window, staring at the night sky outside the window, thinking silently.
Before I knew it, the night passed.
The sky outside the window was bright, and a wisp of red glow appeared in the depths of the sea of clouds.
A new day has arrived.
Today is the day when the emperor chooses his concubine.
At this time, many emperors left the living room one after another, walking together in twos and threes, and rushed to the Qitian Tower.
Ling Yichun, who disappeared for most of the night, appeared next to Ji Tianxing again.
The two of them left the living room together and rushed to Qitian Tower with everyone.
Qitian Tower is located deep in the Imperial Court, behind the Qiankun Palace and the Heaven and Earth Palace.
It is a majestic and majestic golden pagoda with a height of 1,000 meters, standing in the open space near the cliff.
Ji Tianxing and Ling Yichun left the side hall, walked along the avenue through the two courtyards and the palace, and finally arrived at the foot of the Qitian Tower.
I saw that under the sacred and majestic Qitian Tower, there were hundreds of imperial guards guarding the surrounding open space.
The door of Qitian Pagoda has been opened, and many guests are entering the pagoda one after another with excitement and expectation.
Ji Tianxing, along with many guests and the emperor's sons, entered the Qitian Tower and climbed up the spiral staircase to the top of the tower.
During the process of climbing the tower, Ling Yizhen did not forget to introduce it to Ji Tianxing: "This Qitian Tower has nine floors and is 999 meters high. It is one of the most important buildings in the imperial court.
Whenever the Imperial Court holds grand sacrifices and ceremonies, they will be held on the Qitian Tower to report to the sky and announce to the world. Only in this way will it appear sacred and solemn."
A quarter of an hour later, the two of them climbed onto the Qitian Tower and arrived at the vast altar at the top of the tower.
This flat, circular altar has a radius of 500 meters and can accommodate thousands of people to watch the ceremony or hold ceremonies and ceremonies.
The altar is surrounded by a two-meter-high guardrail, made of star white jade, carved with lifelike patterns and containing the majestic power of the formation.
In the center of the altar, there is a trapezoidal altar with a height of 100 meters, which is made of millions of pieces of star gold and hundreds of gems.
This marvelous altar, containing powerful mysterious power, is the Qitian Altar.
According to legend, the human emperor who controls the Jiuding can use the power of the Qitian Holy Altar to achieve the will of heaven and the hearts of the people.
It can not only bear the will and grace of heaven, but also bless hundreds of millions of people.
Ji Tianxing, like many guests, stood on the vast altar, staring solemnly at the Qitian Altar, feeling a sense of awe in his heart for no reason.
The kind of awe that came from the depths of his heart made him feel that he was not facing an altar, but a god!