The eldest prince of the 'Beiyang Empire', named 'Beitang Jun', is one of the rare geniuses in the 'Bixiao Xuanyu' in the past hundred years. At the age of twenty-four, he has already reached the level of 'High-level Xuanling'
Cultivation.
In the entire empire, the only one who is similar in age to him and can suppress him in terms of realm is the 'General Wei'.
Shortly after Beitang Jun was born, his mother died. He lost his mother at an early age and grew up little by little in the chaotic harem struggles. He was born with a cold and cold smile but a hidden sword.
Because of this, and his status as a 'concubine', Kitang Xiongcai didn't like him, so he handed over the inheritance rights to the throne to Kitang Jiko.
Beitang Jun was naturally unconvinced by this.
Because no matter in terms of cultivation, combat prowess, resourcefulness or courage, he is far superior to Beitang Jijiao. Is it possible that he should give up the throne to his younger brother just by saying "concubine"?
Erchen can't do it.
Beitang Jun knew that blindly waiting and forbearing would not change Beitang Xiong's mind. Therefore, only by doing something himself could he regain the throne.
So, he chose to rebel.
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The sun gradually rose into the sky, and its warm rays shone brightly across the sky.
Thanks to the efforts of the guards of the 'Yuejun City', the crowded and disorderly crowd has been gradually dispersed. Despite this, the 'females' who wanted to catch a glimpse of the eldest prince still stayed on the road.
On both sides, waiting for the arrival of Beitang Jun.
"clang--"
"clang--"
The clear and crisp sound of gongs gradually came from a distance. The huge cavalry team stepped on the bluestone, making a particularly heavy sound.
The sound of horse hoofbeats, the sound of gongs, and the shouts of "Pilgrim", "Silence", "Silence", gradually formed a beautiful piece of music.
On both sides of the road, from an eighty-year-old lady to a seven- or eight-year-old girl, they all raised their necks at this moment and looked deep into the distance.
Beitang Jun's figure, belatedly arrived, slowly came into everyone's sight. The moment all the 'females' saw Beitang Jun, they were like boiling water, scorching instantly.
"First Prince, I love you like a mouse loves rice..."
"First Prince, I love you like a mouse loves rice..."
The shouts were deafening; many girls and young women kept waving the silks and handkerchiefs in their hands and casting flirtatious glances at Beitang Jun.
Beitang Jun waved his hand and laughed it off.
Ye Junlin stood in front of the window of the inn, his eyebrows tightened, murderous intent overflowing from his eyes, he stared at Beitang Jun, cold and dark.
I have to say that Beitang Jun is indeed a handsome man.
She has long dark red hair, untied and untied, hanging down behind her back, smooth and smooth, like fine silk satin. Under the delicate and feminine eyebrows, there is a pair of captivating deep purple eyes, with the corners of the eyes slightly raised, and even more
Adding to the sultry charm. The red lips purse slightly, seeming to be smiling but not smiling.
On his burly but not rugged body, this handsome face is like a blooming purple mandala, alluring and handsome.
Beside Beitang Jun, an old man walked side by side with him. The old man looked very gloomy: he had sinister eyebrows, lewd eyes, two mustaches hanging on his lips, and he looked like a complete villain.
Of course, people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured.
This wretched little old man, named 'Zheng Gui Gu', has half a king's level of cultivation, is good at stealth, and is good at assassination. Originally he was just a famous assassin in the world, but later he was spotted by Beitang Jun and became 'Beiyang'
The empire's 'first-grade general'.
'Jian Sanjin' raised his head, his eyes fell on 'Zheng Guigu', and his brows slightly furrowed. As a decent person, 'Jian Sanjin' was extremely concerned about 'evil heretics' like 'Zheng Guigu'
Disgusted.
But now, this 'evil heretic' is arrogantly walking down the street on a high horse. There is always a little inexplicable anger in my heart.
But Beitang Jijiao's face was calm. He had not had a good impression of his half-brother since he was a child, because Beitang Jun looked at him with a look of hatred since he was a child, which made him
My heart feels hairy.
Ye Junlin clenched his fist tightly again, and his heart was filled with waves.
Beitang Ciju patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Junlin, since my brother is going to the Yuehou Mansion, we might as well go and join in the fun."
Ye Junlin did not answer, but his expression betrayed his heart.
Beitang Jun's motorcade moved slowly all the way, and with the obstruction of enthusiastic girls and young women, Beitang Jun did not arrive at the 'Yuehou Mansion' until noon.
In front of the gate of the Hou Mansion, the 'Yuehou', 'Gu Jiantang' and a group of senior officials of the 'Yuehou Mansion' have been waiting for a long time.
"Gu Shibo, my nephew is late, please forgive me." Beitang Jun rode on the horse, holding his fists in his hands, apologizing to Gu Jiantang.
Gu Jiantang had a smile on his face: "What are you talking about, the eldest prince? What does it matter if you come from a long way and are a quarter of an hour late?"
Beitang Jun and Gu Jiantang looked at each other and smiled, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.
Ye Junlin disappeared among the crowd, his eyes constantly scanning the people of the 'Yuehou Mansion', searching for that beautiful figure that had haunted him for a long time.
Not found.
Ye Junlin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a warmth in his heart: It seems that Xiyan still cares about me.
Beitang Jun also discovered this problem, and saw a smile on his face: "Gu Shibo, where is Xi Yan?"
"Xi Yan..." Gu Jiantang's face showed a trace of embarrassment: "Xi Yan... she is sick."
It's obvious at first glance that it's a poor excuse.
However, neither Beitang Jun nor Zheng Guigu exposed it. In officialdom, the important thing is to give each other face. If you respect me a foot, I will respect you a foot, and everyone will be happy and happy.
There was a hint of dissatisfaction on Beitang Jun's face, but he disguised it as a hint of surprise.
After all, he is a child who grew up in the palace.
"Xi Yan is sick, are you okay?" Beitang Jun's face showed deep concern.
"It's okay, it's just a minor illness. You'll be fine after a few days of rest. Your Highness doesn't have to worry about it." Gu Jiantang smiled cheerfully, but it always made people feel a strange feeling.
"My nephew is here to propose marriage to Gu Shibo. I want to marry Xiyan." Beitang Jun looked at Gu Jiantang with a strange light in his eyes.
"Your Highness, are you serious about what you said?" Gu Jiantang's original cheerful smile quickly dissipated. He looked at Beitang Jun with a look of extreme astonishment on his face. It was like hearing this for the first time.
Beitang Jun's expression also changed suddenly, and he became so cold that he was really intimidating.
"What does Gu Shibo mean by this?" Beitang Jun looked at Gu Jiantang, with a bit of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Um..." Gu Jiantang's expression softened slightly, and then he said with a smile: "Xi Yan is still young, and she is my only daughter, so I don't want her to get married yet."
Although Gu Jiantang smiled, there was a hardness in his words that no one could question...
The originally festive atmosphere stiffened at this moment...