All the people entering and exiting the courtyard were wearing embroidered clothes and black belts, with stern faces, serious expressions, and quite majestic. There were two stone statues placed in front of the courtyard gate, a Xie Zhi on the left and a Rabbit on the right. They were more than a person tall, and the carvings were exquisite and lifelike, which set off the contrast even more.

The high-walled compound behind you has an extraordinary origin.

Department of Internal Health.

The King of Wisdom, Li Xuanze, sat at the desk, carefully looking at the files in his hands, writing quickly from time to time. There was a knock on the door, but Li Xuanze did not raise his head, and responded harmoniously: "Come in."

A guard in embroidered clothes pushed open the door and came in. When he saw Li Xuanze, he bowed and said respectfully: "Your Highness."

"What's up?"

"His Royal Highness Ninth is back."

Li Xuanze's writing hand suddenly paused, and there was no movement for a long time. After a while, he slowly said: "I understand, please step back."

The embroidered guard quietly retreated. Li Xuanze put down his pen and took a deep breath. His face was solemn and he could not tell what he was thinking. After a long time, Li Xuanze gently stretched out his hand and crumpled the volume he had just written on into a ball.

Throw it into the wastebasket.

Forbidden Army Martial Arts Hall.

The sound of shouting and cheering could be heard endlessly. In the hall, there were nearly a hundred forbidden soldiers fiercely surrounding the warriors, staring intently at the two people who were fighting in the field. One of them had a wide forehead, a straight nose, and big ears, and he was quite majestic.

Zhishi was an acquaintance. It was Wang Wenhai, the general of the Imperial Army who blocked Li Luo's path and passed on the imperial order. The person opposite was even more familiar. He looked heroic and handsome, even better than Wang Wenhai. He was not the King of England, but Li Xuanci.

Which!

All the generals cheered in unison, and the two men fought with each other's fists and hunting skills. They were so powerful that they seemed to have taken the path of defeating ten groups with one force. However, looking at the lightness of Li Xuanci's feet, you can tell that strength is secondary and body technique is the most important. In terms of martial arts alone, it is true that

Better than Wang Wenhai.

The two exchanged dozens of moves, with Li Xuanci firmly gaining the upper hand. However, Wang Wenhai had strict offensive and defensive rules, and it was not easy for Li Xuanci to win with just a few moves.

At this moment, a general on duty outside the hall walked in quickly and shouted: "Your Majesty, there is news!" The voice was loud and rough, without any hesitation or concealment.

Li Xuanci retreated and Wang Wenhai breathed a sigh of relief and said with a wry smile: "Your Majesty, if there are three or two more moves, the general will have to lie on the ground."

Li Xuanci laughed and said: "General Wang is too modest. It will not be easy for me to defeat you. I don't know if you have any strength left."

Wang Wenhai hurriedly replied: "I have tried my best. I have already tried my best. I don't dare to hide anything. My skills are not as good as others. I am convinced."

Li Xuanci laughed and didn't take it seriously. He waved to the general and said loudly: "General Meng, what's the news?"

A general of the Forbidden Army was dissatisfied and shouted: "Meng Laosan, the prince is about to show off his power, what kind of trouble are you coming to disturb!"

General Meng glanced coldly at the general who spoke, and said coldly: "You know what the hell, this is a big deal!"

"What's the big deal? Did you visit a brothel and provoke a girl to come to your door, or did you have no money to spend on pants?" Some soldiers laughed loudly.

General Meng was not annoyed and sneered: "King Dingtian is back."

As soon as the words came out, there was a complete silence in the hall, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Li Xuanci was startled and asked, "When did it happen?"

"I just received the news that I went to the Inspection Department."

Li Xuanci smiled and said: "Lao Jiu is back, boy. You guys practice first, I will go and see my ninth brother, haha." With loud laughter, Li Xuanci quickly walked out of the martial arts hall and walked out of the palace.

go.

To the east of the city, Lanting.

Drinking tea and drinking sandalwood, I am half greedy and half idle. There is a lotus pond outside the pavilion. There is no moonlight at the moment, but the scenery is extremely beautiful. The weak wind supports the willows, the willows mirror the water, and the water reflects the orchid pavilion. It is so freehand and comfortable.

Landscape map.

There were more than ten people in the pavilion, in twos and threes, in groups, all talking in low voices, quite gentle and elegant. There was a stone table in the pavilion, which was covered with fine rice paper. There was a man who was swiping brushstrokes with his pen filled with ink.

Silver hooks and iron strokes showed his skill. There were three people surrounding the stone table. They all watched the man's writing in silence without making a sound.

There are more than 300 words in "Huaifeng", and there are still more than 30 words left to finish. The person who wrote it is fully focused and has nothing else in mind. The person who reads it is full of praise and is fascinated. Needless to say, this word

This is also excellent.

At this time, someone walked quickly from outside the pavilion. After approaching, he glanced at the man who was paying full attention. He hesitated slightly and called softly: "Your Highness."

Although this sound was small, it attracted several looks full of anger and reproach. The visitor was startled, and he quickly took half a step away. However, he saw that the man was unmoved and wrote with a hand as steady as a rock.

After the next word, he laughed and said: "It doesn't matter, if I don't even have this little concentration, then all these years of calligraphy practice will be in vain."

Several people onlookers breathed a sigh of relief and repeatedly praised the man for his calmness and magnanimity. The man smiled with a calm expression, neither arrogant nor self-effacing. He raised his chin slightly and asked harmoniously: "Qingzhu, what's the matter?"

After that, he bent down to write again.

The person who came was a book boy, with a delicate appearance, and he didn't look very old. He was just below his age at most. Qingzhu swallowed his saliva, walked quickly to the man's side, whispered something into the man's ear, and saw the man holding his hand.

The pen hand suddenly shook, and the originally powerful and natural strokes of the pen drew an evil path, which was abrupt and ugly, mixed with a few sighs, and ruined a masterpiece that was completed.

The man stood up and ignored the regretful looks of everyone around him. He stared at Qingzhu and asked in a deep voice: "Seriously?"

"What you said back to Your Highness is absolutely true. He has already rushed to the palace."

The man's expression remained unchanged, and he waited quietly for a few breaths. Suddenly he laughed loudly, threw the fine hair of the tribute pen in his hand into the pen holder, and said with a loud smile: "That's it for today. Everyone, I have something to do and I have to take a step forward."

"Why is the prince so urgent? In the evening, Mr. Dongguo hosted a banquet on the 33rd floor, and specifically asked the prince to show his respect."

"Haha, it's not that I don't appreciate you. It's really important. I can only apologize to Mr. Dongguo another day."

"this……"

"You don't need to be embarrassed. We are going to the banquet in the evening. Please tell Mr. Dongguo that my king, Brother Jiuhuang, is back. I need to rush back to the palace. I will definitely come to apologize in the future."

Everyone exclaimed in unison, and the men bowed in unison, bowed their hands in apology, and left the Orchid Pavilion. They called out "Brother Nine Emperors." It was self-evident that he was none other than King Li Xuanmin of the Jin Dynasty.

Li Xuanmin left Lanting, paused slightly, looked up at the sky, and murmured to himself: "Brother Ninth is back, Zhuocheng is going to be lively now."

The sky has not changed, the wind has not cooled, only the clouds are like fire, as if it can burn people's hearts.
Chapter completed!