After a peaceful day, Amaro was convinced that no one in Jinling City would do anything to Yan Wulu.
So, after saying hello to Yan Wulu, Amaro was going to travel around Jinling City, collect martial arts, and investigate the folk customs.
After all, Amaro is a well-traveled monk.
When you arrive at Jinling, the largest city in the world, if you do nothing, you will be laughed at in vain if you talk about it.
Yan Wulu also nodded slightly in agreement.
Because it is true as Amaro said, at least now, he is safe in Jinling City...
Five hundred Zhenbei Cavalry Guards is not a small number.
This can be regarded as a private army with considerable strength, not to mention that each one of them is a Zhenbei sergeant who has experienced hundreds of battles.
The emperor granted permission for five hundred Zhenbei cavalry guards to camp outside Jinling City, and also allowed fifty cavalry guards to be dispatched into the city to personally protect Yan Wulu, the crown prince of Zhenbei.
At this moment, Yan Wulu and Zhang Chunhua were heading to the palace with these mounted guards to meet Emperor Daqian.
The palace is heavily guarded.
It is impossible to let Yan Wulu lead the sergeants in and out at will like Zhenbei Palace.
All the mounted guards, including Zhang Chunhua who was wearing a dark blue guard uniform, were stopped and waiting outside the palace gate.
Only Yan Wulu was allowed to enter to meet the emperor.
However, the emperor was so kind that he specially asked the prince, the chief attendant at his side, to lead the way for the Prince of Zhenbei.
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Jinling Palace.
early morning.
The majestic and gorgeous palace, with golden glazed tiles reflecting the light of the morning sun, makes the entire palace look like it is made of gold.
At the long and far-reaching palace gate corridor, the city walls on both sides are as high as a hundred feet.
Yan Wulu wore a python robe with a black background and red stripes. He looked handsome, handsome and extremely luxurious.
The prince bowed slightly and led the way for Yan Wulu.
He is an old man with a smile who looks very friendly and kind. He holds a handful of floating dust in his hand, and he doesn't know what it is used for.
"His Royal Highness, although this palace has a strict hierarchy and many rules, His Majesty specially asked the old slave to tell His Highness that you can treat this place just like the Zhenbei Palace and don't need to be too restrictive."
"Your Majesty's holy grace, Wu Lu is deeply grateful."
Yan Wulu returned the greeting slightly. At the same time, he seemed a little curious and couldn't help asking -
"... I wonder if your Majesty, your Majesty, has ever heard of when your Majesty will let Wu Lu and His Highness the Princess get engaged and get married?"
When the prince heard this, he was slightly startled, with a complicated expression, "Uh... His Royal Highness, you must know that such important matters depend on the will of the Holy Spirit. The universe is arbitrary. How can we servants know about it?"
"What the prince said is absolutely true, but my father-in-law is the chief chamberlain in the palace and the most popular person around His Majesty."
Yan Wulu said, knowing full well, he took out a very large ingot of gold and secretly handed it into the hands of the prince. "...I hope I can reveal a little more."
While the prince tried his best to "shirk the refusal", he secretly wrapped the gold into the cuffs of his sleeves.
"Alas, His Highness the Crown Prince is so kind and gracious. It's hard for me to refuse. I must think more about you, Crown Prince."
As the prince spoke, he looked around and said in a low voice: "...Your Majesty, in fact, I haven't decided yet when exactly the prince will be engaged to the princess, but according to this old slave, I'm afraid it's also in accordance with the law. As a rule, it takes at least two years to prepare."
"...His Royal Highness, you told me before that it would be very difficult to complete the engagement within eight months. Unless the Holy One shows mercy."
"...But Your Highness, Your Highness, there is no need to worry. Anyway, Your Highness the Princess has been in Aurous Hill and will not run away. Good things come to pass. It is not a big deal for Your Highness to wait a little longer before getting engaged and married."
The prince said, vowing firmly.
Yan Wulu also roughly understood the old emperor's attitude for a while...
"Thank you, Eunuch Wang, for revealing it."
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."
Yan Wulu smiled when he heard this, knowing full well that the prince wanted to cut off the relationship...
"Of course, don't worry, father-in-law." Yan Wulu replied calmly.
"Your Majesty, please rest assured. I will definitely help you pay more attention to His Majesty in the future. As soon as there is any corresponding news, I will inform you immediately." Wang Gonggong secretly added.
Yan Wulu smiled and said thanks, and at the same time secretly gave the prince another ingot of gold.
"Your Highness, you have really taken too much trouble." Wang Eunuch said slowly with a smile on his face, but his movements were not slow at all.
While he was talking, Yan Wulu saw a lone figure limping in front of him on the corridor of the long palace gate.
The view zoomed in, and it was none other than Prince Zhao Lingfeng, one of the three princes who led the team at the North City Gate.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince."
The three of them intertwined.
The prince took the lead in bowing and saluting.
He is the chief chamberlain beside the emperor, and this is not a particularly formal occasion, so he only needs to bow and salute, without kneeling down.
Yan Wulu, who was behind the prince, saw this and followed closely behind him, bowing and saluting.
He secretly sighed in his heart - although he had long heard that the prince's power was weak, he never expected that he would be walking in the palace without even a single servant by his side.
Prince Zhao Lingfeng also saw the two of them early and quickly helped Wang Gonggong and Yan Wulu, the crown prince of Zhenbei.
"This must be the Prince of Zhenbei. He is indeed as heroic and handsome as the rumors say."
Zhao Lingfeng praised and sighed.
He himself is also a dignified, kind and upright person, but compared to Yan Wulu's beautiful appearance, he is inferior.
But after all, he has been a prince for many years, and his easy-going, friendly and majestic temperament is far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is so complimentary." Yan Wulu bowed his hands and humbled himself, "...I missed my appointment yesterday and couldn't see the Crown Prince at the North City Gate. I'm really embarrassed."
"Huh? It's just a trivial matter." Zhao Lingfeng waved his hand.
In fact, after he heard about it from the captain of the Zhenbei Cavalry Guard yesterday, he was indeed very angry, but now that he has calmed down, he seems to understand what Yan Wulu meant...
The other party did not want to get involved in the "battle for the crown prince" between the three princes, so they avoided the welcoming team twice.
Thinking about it this way, it was a prudent move to protect one's own safety.
"When the prince enters the palace, do you want to go?..."
"Meet your Majesty." Yan Wulu replied directly.
"Have you seen Lingrui?" Zhao Lingfeng said directly, "...that girl has a very bad temper. She runs around outside the palace all day long. Yesterday, she even went to the North City Gate to 'greet' you, but...haha, that's funny.
What a coincidence.”
Zhao Lingfeng said, and in his words, he still felt that he was blaming Yan Wulu for breaking the appointment twice for no reason.
Yan Wulu also smiled softly when he heard this, "Your Highness Princess, Wulu hasn't met her yet, but since she wants to get engaged and married in Jinling, she must not be in a hurry."
"What the prince said is not unreasonable."
Zhao Lingfeng and Yan Wulu were talking and unintentionally talked about some differences in the customs and customs between Jinling and Yanbei.
The atmosphere of the conversation between the two gradually became less weird than it was at the beginning.
Zhao Lingfeng was a gentle and honest person, and he did not always catch Yan Wulu's rudeness yesterday.
Yan Wulu's performance also surprised Zhao Lingfeng.
He found that the other party was polite and well-mannered, and he was not at all as bad as he was rumored to be.
But suddenly, a male voice with a somewhat cool air interrupted the conversation between the two——
"I came here specifically to find the Crown Prince of Zhenbei. Unexpectedly, I let His Highness the Crown Prince meet me first."
"...Your Highness, you are walking around the palace at will, but you are walking so skillfully."
The Ninth Prince Zhao Lingrui, wearing a sapphire blue prince's python robe, came to Yan Wulu and Zhao Lingfeng.
Around him, there were gathered a large number of people who seemed to be dressed as literati, who must have been guests of his mansion.
Zhao Lingrui looked at the prince Zhao Lingfeng, then looked at Yan Wulu aside, then he slightly raised his hands to indicate and said——
"The Prince of Zhenbei, I have heard about his reputation for a long time, but when I saw him today, he is truly a talented person, worthy of his reputation."
Yan Wulu chuckled when he heard this, thinking in his mind how good his reputation as a playboy could be.
But he responded politely with his hands raised——
"His Royal Highness Prince Yu also has a reputation that is astonishing. He is modest and polite, and is worthy of his reputation."
"I couldn't meet the crown prince yesterday. Thinking about it now, I still feel regretful."
As the Ninth Prince Zhao Lingrui spoke, he seemed to suddenly have a flash of inspiration and said: "...It just so happens that Xiao Wang has been preparing for a 'Jinling Poetry Festival' in the past few days. I wonder if the prince can honor it?"
"Jinling Poetry Club?"
Yan Wulu murmured to himself, and he remembered that in the second of the original five novels, there were two grand gatherings in Jinling.
One was a "competition". Ye Changtian won the championship in this competition, and it was also here that Princess Zhao Lingrui began to have a good impression of him.
The other event was the "Jinling Poetry Club" in another novel.
Yan Wulu didn't remember whether the "Jinling Poetry Society" was hosted by the Ninth Prince Zhao Lingrui. He only remembered that Yi Junhan, a descendant of the Yi family in the Western Regions, emerged in this poetry gathering and won awards including
Including the Qin family and other Jinling noble families, as well as the appreciation of many princes.
Ye Changtian no longer poses much of a threat. He has lost his "protagonist halo".
but……
Yi Junhan, if he hadn't disrupted the trajectory of the world because of his actions, he would have appeared in Jinling! At the "Jinling Poetry Club"!
Yan Wulu fell into deep thought for a while and did not answer for a long time.
Ninth Prince Zhao Lingrui sent out an invitation, but there was no response for a while, and the atmosphere was quite awkward.
The intellectuals around Zhao Lingrui all felt that the Prince of Zhenbei, Yan Wulu, was lawless and domineering.
"Ahem..."
Prince Zhao Lingfeng suddenly pretended to cough a few times, causing Yan Wulu to come back to his senses.
Zhao Lingfeng also took the opportunity to smooth things over and said——
"...The Prince of Zhenbei came from two thousand miles away from the north. After a long journey, he must have wanted to have a good rest."
"Oh? Really?"
Zhao Lingrui still kept smiling, but his face looked a little unhappy, not because of Yan Wulu, but mainly because Zhao Lingfeng, on the surface, was trying to smooth things over, but in fact, he was helping Yan Wulu reject him.
"...Then it is true that I, the king, have been abrupt, but it is really a pity to be like this."
"Wulu is just a reckless man from the north. He doesn't understand poetry. I'm afraid he will only make many Jinling talented people laugh." Yan Wulu also responded with humility.
"Xiao Wang actually thinks..." Zhao Lingrui approached Yan Wulu slightly with a smile, "... His Highness, the Crown Prince, can say these words, he is no longer as simple as a reckless man from the north."
"Ahem, Your Highness the Crown Prince, His Royal Highness King Yu, Your Majesty, you have been waiting to summon His Highness the Crown Prince."
The prince, who had been beside him, also gave a slight reminder at this moment.
The Ninth Prince Zhao Lingrui took a step back and said, "Your Highness, you must come, otherwise, this Jinling Poetry Festival will not have its protagonist."
Zhao Lingrui said it with profound meaning.
Prince Zhao Lingfeng frowned slightly when he saw Zhao Lingrui's words.
His intuition told him that Lao Jiu must have another evil plan.
Yan Wulu bowed slightly and bowed before leaving, then followed the prince and his father-in-law out of this long and long palace corridor.
The figures gradually faded away.
Under the city walls as high as a hundred feet on both sides, the crown prince Zhao Lingfeng and the ninth prince Zhao Lingrui and others stood here.
The wide palace corridor could not contain the cold and stern atmosphere between the two of them at this moment.
"Lao Jiu, what exactly do you want to do?"
"His Royal Highness, you should call me 'Prince Yu'."
When Zhao Lingfeng heard this, his expression darkened...
But Zhao Lingrui didn't care at all. He took a few steps closer and whispered: "...I just did what you also wanted to do...to win over the Prince of Zhenbei."
"...Prince, cherish your current position in the East Palace. I'm afraid you won't be able to sit there for long."
Ninth Prince Zhao Lingrui said viciously, almost declaring war explicitly.
Although Zhao Lingfeng is kind, he is not weak.
He looked coldly at his ninth half-brother, and for a moment, an unknown anger surged in his heart.
Ninth Prince Zhao Lingrui also noticed the change in Prince Zhao Lingfeng, chuckled lightly, turned around with his hands behind his back, and left.
A group of people followed Zhao Lingrui closely, secretly praising Zhao Lingrui from time to time as the real candidate for the crown prince.
Zhao Lingfeng stood alone, and in the end he just sighed and left silently.
In the distance, Yan Wulu stopped in front of the stone brick stairs. His [Sky Spiritual Root] made his consciousness extremely strong, comparable to that of a mid-seventh-level warrior or even higher.
"Zhao Lingfeng...has a prince been forced to such a desperate state?"
Yan Wulu was confused in his heart.
The prince spoke again to remind him, and Yan Wulu then turned his head and continued towards the main hall of the palace.
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Information that can currently be released——
1. Qizhu Prince. The royal title of Daqian is divided into four levels: Qizhu Prince, Wuzhu Prince, Shuangzhu Prince, and County Prince. The "Qizhu Prince" is the most respected.
Nine beads are the number of emperors and are exclusive to the emperor.
The three kings with different surnames were specially granted vassal status by the emperor and were not included in this royal title system.