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Fat Taoist Li Xiaoyao's anger didn't seem to be fully vented, and after seriously injuring Ye Jingxuan, the deputy pavilion master of the Qingfeng Mingyue Pavilion, he made a big fuss in the Prince's Mansion on the shore of Yangchun Lake, and taught Li Hongji a lesson on the spot that he didn't dare to let go of a fart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 However, he still felt that he was still unsatisfied, and looked at a place, in addition to being heavily guarded, there were also several peerless masters hidden, of course, those peerless masters were nothing in his eyes. With a wicked smile on his face, he walked towards the heavily guarded place without hesitation.

A thick inner wall blocked the fat Taoist priest, and then he walked slowly along the thick city wall, and his eyebrows were lowered, as if he was thinking about something. I don't know how long he walked, but suddenly a moat and a small arched bridge suddenly appeared in front of him, but in front of the stone arch bridge was a wide arch, which was the entrance to the inner city of the palace.

Several golden armor guards with knives guarded the entrance of the city gate, their bodies exuding a cold aura like palpitations, and a pair of eagle-like eyes shot out the cold light and swept towards the fat Taoist priest who came leisurely. As soon as the fat Taoist approached the golden moat, he couldn't help but take out the big knife in his hand and pointed at the fat Taoist priest with a leisurely face: "The imperial city is heavy, and idle people are not allowed to enter." “

A few big knives of cold light Huohuo suddenly appeared in the hands of those golden-armored guards, and their faces were solemn, looking at the little fat Taoist priest who came slowly. If it weren't for the fact that the other party was young and a little Taoist priest, they might have fallen 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 be a little Taoist boy who sneaked down the mountain from a Taoist temple and was stained with red dust.

The tone was fierce and deep, as deafening as thunder, and the golden armor guards had a cold aura surging out, making people feel a chill of swords. On the walls of the inner city, there were several armored soldiers with strong bows, who looked condescendingly 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, and with a slight lift of his eyes, he also saw the guards, who were arranged like a forest, standing on the city wall. The bow, drawn like a full moon, was tight, and at any moment it could shoot the arrow that emitted a faint cold light.

As soon as he stepped forward again, he would be greeted by arrows that would cover the sky and the earth like locusts, and he did not move, but looked at him coldly. He has no objection to this group of loyal and abiding guards, and it is this group of loyal and abiding guards that can achieve this impregnable Jiangnan imperial capital.

Li Xiaoyao took out a black-haired blue token from his bosom and casually threw it at a golden-armored guard at the gate of the city. Then stand still. He threw it out as if it were just an ordinary object, and there was no strange expression on his face at all, but it seemed more calm.

And the one who took the dark token thrown by the fat Taoist priest, he hadn't seen the cold token clearly, he only felt that the token had a familiar feeling for him. There was a trace of doubt in his eyes, and he put the heavy token in front of him and looked at it, and he immediately took a breath of cool air.

I saw that there were only two big characters "Yongchang" engraved on the dark and cold heavy token, and there was only such a message on the strange token, but there was no other engraving or any pattern. But these two big characters already said everything, and to the guard's surprise, he didn't expect that this chubby little Taoist priest turned out to be the legendary thirteenth prince King Yongchang, and he was the only one who was canonized by His Majesty the current emperor. The meaning of Yongchang is to prosper with the country and prosper with the Son of Heaven.

It was difficult to suppress the surprise in his heart, and the guard took the fat Taoist priest on the other side of the arched bridge and said: "I don't know that the prince has arrived, and I don't know the identity of the prince, but I hope the prince will forgive me for my duty." ”

The other guards also stood behind the guard, bowing slightly with respect in them. But they didn't kneel, it's not that they don't know the law of etiquette. But in this important place of the palace, all the guards do not have to bow down, even when they see the emperor himself, they don't have to bow down. The forbidden army defending the city has such special treatment, that is, the forbidden army defending the city of the palace city has such treatment.

Li Xiaoyao didn't say much, nodded, and slowly walked over the arched stone bridge, looking at the deep and deep abyss-like city gate. He couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart, he didn't know how many Heroic Spirit White Bones were buried in this gate. It's just that as soon as he stepped across the arched stone bridge, he couldn't help but feel a piercing coldness all over his body. This place, it's better to come less, otherwise I really don't know if I can resist the cold and ghostly aura of the yin qi.

"Open the city gate and welcome the prince of Yongchang", with the shout of the golden-armored guard, the thick copper-plated gate made a dull sound and slowly opened. Standing outside, you can feel a cold wind blowing in your face at any time, and the raging cold wind will pierce people like a burst of ice picks.

Li Xiaoyao's eyes revealed a trace of essence, looking at the deep city gate, which was like a hideous beast's mouth, swallowing up the beautiful Tianyi in the south of the Yangtze River. The thick city wall is made of green bricks several feet square, but there is not even a gap between the green bricks and the green bricks, which shows its ingenious craftsmanship.

A faint light came from the gates of the city, and an unpleasant smell of decay permeated the city. The fat Taoist priest frowned, and a strange look appeared on his chubby cheeks. For this city gate, he still remembers it vividly, when he was young, he was taken out of this city gate by an old Taoist priest like a fairy wind and bones. A sense of loss welled up in his heart, and he raised his feet and walked towards the deep gate.

The chubby figure, at a young age, has a lonely back. A number of golden-armored guards watched the lonely backdrop slowly enter the city gate. There were also bursts of surprise in their hearts, they didn't think of why this little prince who gathered dignity and dignity would escape into the Daomen, they didn't understand and couldn't figure it out, until the lonely fat figure disappeared in front of their eyes, they retracted their gaze. Standing at the gate of the city with all their bodies on guard, with a dull thud the gate slowly closed as their curious hearts shut.

Although the sky is gray today, it is still early at this time, and on the top of the council hall in the palace, there is a noble king in a yellow robe. There is a supreme majesty in his chubby body, he is the current lord of the country, Li Jing, who is about forty years old. Although his body exuded a supreme majesty, his slightly chubby body and his warm face were slightly gentle.

Sitting tall under the lord of Tang Zhong, there were two columns of civil and military officials standing in columns, and a middle-aged man with a round neck and a robe who looked like a scribe was holding a jade slip and talking. And the chubby Li Jing who sat on the top looked absent-minded, and after the middle-aged scribe wearing the auspicious clouds and white cranes tattooed on his chest talked eloquently, the lord Li Jing looked excited. He waved his hand impatiently.

"What else does the Qing family have to do?" A deep voice, but it is also dull and weak.

Another middle-aged rugged man wearing a beast tattoo on his chest was about to speak, but he looked up and was stunned. saw a little eunuch holding a dusty hand move to Li Jing's side step by step, and whispered in his ear for a while. But Li Jing's eyes showed a look of excitement, and he nodded at his fat head inconveniently.

After the little eunuch retreated and left, Li Jing's eyes were filled with joy, and he no longer ignored the military attache who was standing in danger. He waved his hand and said, "That's it for today, everyone retreats." ”

After speaking, he got up and hurriedly entered the small door behind the dragon chair without looking back, and the little eunuch behind him sounded a sharp voice: "Retreat to the ????????."

The civil and military officials were stunned for a while, but when they came back to their senses, they found that their own emperor, His Majesty, had long since disappeared. There was only one person in the big hall of discussion and politics who stood in the center with a jade slip in embarrassment, and when he saw such a funny scene, all the civil and military officials immediately looked at each other and stood at a loss.

Not to mention the group of civil and military officials who stood at a loss as if they were looking at each other, but it was said that Li Jing, the lord of the Tang Dynasty, rushed up to a small room behind the main hall of the council with great interest. This wing room can also be said to be a study, and it is also the place where Li Jing usually goes to the court to review and fold. In addition to an elegant and pleasant aroma, there are also several stoves in the four corners.

There was a fat little Taoist priest sitting next to the desk, and he didn't show any awe, he crossed his legs on top of the table, and his body was sitting on a large chair covered with soft animal skins. I took a book of folds in my hand, flipped through it a few times at random, and couldn't help but let out a soft hum in my mouth, and then threw it away casually.

At this time, a heavy and hurried footsteps came, and the fat Taoist priest still cared about me, picked up a notebook, flipped through it casually a few times, and then threw it away casually. The neat and orderly desk has already been made a mess by the fat Taoist. Even the pen and inkstone on the desk were thrown at random, and the ink had already splashed everywhere, and the fold was covered with thick black ink.

"Ah, thirteenth brother, you're back, you want to mess with me, brother emperor", a joyful voice mixed with a rush of footsteps came into the fat Taoist priest's ears. Immediately, a chubby man in a yellow robe sprang out of the side door. But it was Li Jing, the master of Li Tang, who saw that his face showed an ecstatic expression, and his hurried steps also showed his anxious mood. When he looked at the room, he didn't look at the messy case, nor did he reproach the fat Taoist priest who made a mess of the case.

And the fat Taoist priest is Li Xiaoyao, the thirteenth brother of the Tang lord Li Jing, the appearance of the two is somewhat similar, but the fat Taoist priest is fatter, and there is also a shadow of Li Jing on his immature face. And the thirteen brothers and sisters of the Tang lord Li Jing are the only ones who are quite fond of this thirteen brothers who are many younger than themselves. There are rumors that Li Xiaoyao was born by the Tang lord Li Jing who fornicated with his father's concubine, but the rumors are still rumors, but there is no conclusive evidence. As for why this rich king of the south of the Yangtze River loves his thirteenth brother alone, maybe only the Tang lord Li Jing knows.

"Smack".

Before His Majesty the Emperor of the Ninety-Five Dynasty approached Li Xiaoyao, a thick book flew out of the fat Taoist priest's hand and smashed on the supreme majesty of Li Jing. And the lord of the rich and powerful country south of the Yangtze River was not angry, but smiled. Where is this still the king of the country who sits on the dragon chair, and is simply a kind father who spoils his own children, oh, I should say the elder brother.

"Slap", there was another light crisp sound, and another book flew out of the fat Taoist priest's hand, and smashed on the monarch of a country in the south of the Yangtze River. No matter how ecstatic Li Jing was, he still looked at Li Xiaoyao who was sitting firmly like a mountain with his feet on top of the case with almost flattering eyes. But what greeted him was still the cold gaze of the fat Taoist priest and the book on the case, flying wildly and slamming into his body.

"The gas is not gone, and it is not finished." Li Jing was afraid that the fat Taoist priest would still be angry, and said hurriedly, if outsiders saw this phenomenon, they would definitely think that this rumor was true. After all, the king of this country also has his own supreme dignity, how could he please his younger brother so lowly.