Everyone at the banquet was chatting and suddenly looked outside together.

Rong Xian walked over in a dragon robe. Her steps were neither too fast nor too slow, but with a heart-warming noble elegance.

"I will meet the emperor, long live my emperor." Except for the envoys from several countries, the others bent down to salute.

Rong Xian walked from among them to the top position, and then she was in a very good mood and said, "Flat."

After Rong Xian walked to the top and sat down, Hua Kun stood behind her and stood by the bamboo.

"Today is my throne ceremony. The first is to hold a banquet for all the envoys. Thank you for coming to watch the ceremony." Rong Xian said with a gentle smile.

Then, she changed her tone and said sincerely: "The second is to meet all the pillars of the country. I want to be familiar with you. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if I don't know anyone when I go to court to discuss politics."

The ministers below were also accustomed to the style of the two emperors of Rongguo, and they all laughed kindly.

Each of them had a well-proportioned figure and graceful step, holding the mellow wine and placed it respectfully on the tables of the ministers.

Rong Xian poured himself a cup of tea, raised it forward, and said casually: "I wish you a cup."

Behind her, Hua Kun's eyes swept over the teacup in His Majesty's hand, and his eyelids twitched.

If you can bring tea to toast with the ministers, your Majesty can do such an unpredictable thing.

Even though the ministers knew that His Majesty was holding tea, no one dared to point it out without a wink. They all agreed and picked up the wine glass and stood up and said, "Thank you, the emperor."

Then drink it all in one go.

After Gu Yelan finished drinking the wine in the glass, he looked at Emperor Xu who was high above, and a graceful and leisurely smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This Emperor Xu is so interesting, it is more interesting than the Emperor of Sword.

Above, Rong Xian saw everyone after drinking, her mouth curled up, and the breath emanated from her body was very pleasant.

She poured herself another cup of tea and said to Laoji, Ding Jin, Jia Shiqi and Wen Qing: "I am very happy that several messengers can come. A glass of wine will not be respected. Please."

Lao Ji and the other two also took the wine and drank it with great confidence. If they were to cause trouble in front of the emperor of a country on this happy day, they would be really brainless.

After they drank it, Yizhu stepped forward and filled Rong Xian with tea.

Rong Xian raised his glass to Taiwei Bai and Prime Minister Ye and Doctor Yu and said, "I have to take care of the major affairs in the court, I have to pay more attention to the three masters."

The three of them quickly stood up and said, "I dare not share my worries for the emperor. It is my blessing."

They all knew that the emperor was not joking about this, and that they would have to worry more about the future national affairs.

The emperor toasts, regardless of the depth of your alcohol content or whether you are allergic to you, you have to finish a drink.

This is the imperial power, this is the thunder and rain dew tool, which is the king's kindness.

After all the people who should be respected were respected, the actors in the palace began to play the piano and dance, adding a bit of fun to the deserted banquet.

Rong Xian leaned lazily on the chair, holding a teacup in her hand, half-squinted her eyes and stared at the Niao Niao dance below, and a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth.

Lao Ji raised his glass to Rongxian and said, "Your Majesty Xu, after my emperor learned that you ascended the throne, I would like to ask my ministers to congratulate you and sincerely hope that Rongguo will be friendly and harmonious with Daxia in the future and be friendly and neighbors."

Rong Xian glanced at him with a smile and said slowly: "I also hope that Daxia will be friendly and harmonious with Rongguo in the future and be friendly and neighbors."

She rubbed the edge of the cup and pondered, and sighed: "It's the first time I have known that Emperor Xia is exactly the same as my ideas and goals. It seems that we are destined confidants."

Prime Minister Ye used a wine glass to block the twitching around his mouth. For some reason, he always felt that His Majesty said the words "Heaven's destined confidant" made him feel like the enemy he was destined.

Lao Ji laughed dryly and finished the wine with a stiff face. This was the first time he had seen such a shameless person who had a relationship with his family.

But he can't refute it yet. Do you want to say that his lord doesn't mean this?

Don’t want to be friends with each other, are you planning to be enemies?

I'm afraid that if Emperor Xu doesn't need to provoke him, the other three dynasties will subconsciously become alert.

After Lao Ji was blocked back, Ding Jin and the others became much more regular when toasting again.

Suddenly, Rong Xian turned her head slightly and asked Hua Kun, "Hua Qing, do you think this girl who leads the dance is beautiful?"

Hua Kun subconsciously looked at the girl and said in confusion: "Although her face was covered by a veil, I think she is not very beautiful. At least most of the noble girls in the field are better than that actor."

Rong Xianxing said: "Hua Kun actually knows how to appreciate beauty."

Hua Kun: Hehe.

Rong Xian looked at the leader dancer approaching her little by little, and the curve of the corners of her mouth rose little by little.

The posture is relaxed and lazy, and half leaning on the dragon throne gives people a sense of unruly feeling.

She shook the teacup on her hand, her eyes fell on the dance in the venue, and she looked very enjoyable with her eyes half-squinted.

Suddenly, a sharp blade mixed with powerful creepy chill stabbed Rong Xian's heart.

As fast as lightning, as fast as thunder.

A shocking pressure suddenly erupted from Hua Kun's body, fixing the sharp blade in mid-air.

The power on the sharp blade was in a tit-for-tat way with Hua Kun's power, and no one could defeat anyone for a moment.

Just as Hua Kun confronted the sword, the leader of the dancer had already arrived in front of Rong Xian.

Rong Xian raised her eyelids and looked at the leader dancer. Her expression did not change at all when she looked at her murderous eyes.

The leader raised his hand and slapped Rong Xian’s head with a shocking power. If this palm was slapped firmly, Rong Xian would definitely be in danger.

"Emperor!" the ministers exclaimed.

The bloody murderous aura around the Taiwei burst out instantly, but he was a little far away from the emperor and had no time to save people.

He stared at the actor with red eyes. If the emperor could not escape this disaster, he would have to find out that the actor was sent. If it was a person from his own country, he would have barred the nine tribes of that man. If it was a person from another country, he would have broken through the country's borders and slaughtered for three days without the emperor's revenge.

The sharp palm wind blew up Rong Xian's hair, and the hairpin on Rong Xian's head suddenly broke, and the long black hair danced rampantly.

Rong Xian closed his eyes slightly, and a cold feeling spread in the sky.

‘Buzz~’ Deep in the souls of everyone, a sound of swords suddenly sounded, shocking inexplicably.

The explosion made everyone's head dizzy for a moment.

I saw a layer of cold and majestic sword energy lingering around Rong Xian. The sword energy was like a storm, like a storm, like a dark cloud rolling in, or like a strong wind causing the heaven and earth to change color, leaving the sun and the moon empty.

Under this momentum, the leader's attack was like a drop of water like a sea, without any effect. The sharp blade confronting Hua Kun also turned into black water and smashed on the ground inch by inch.

At this moment, a dazzling sword light passed by, stinging everyone's eyes, and a light smell of blood spread out. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!