It seemed that only Fubao and the feudal lord were brought closer to the illusion. Those ministers seemed to have experienced nothing, with chrysanthemum-like smiles on their faces.
"Let me introduce to you, this is my new recruit. I have named him a Holy Hand. You must have seen his abilities. In the future, with the Holy Hand around, our Apocalypse Congress will be safer."
Wei Cheng's words confirmed the inner thoughts of Fubao and others.
Sure enough, he is a new and strange person.
There are indeed hidden immortal cultivators among the people.
Based on this man's power of cultivating immortals, he is estimated to be half as strong as Zhuan Xun.
"See you all!" The holy hand bowed slightly and kowtowed, looking polite and peaceful, as if he was not the one who had just created the nightmare.
Wei Cheng was very happy, raised his cup high and drank it all in one gulp.
Fubao and others naturally did not dare to neglect, so they followed suit.
"Just now, I have created an illusion. The emperor, the princess, the Duke, the eldest princess, the vassal king, the crown prince, I have offended." He handed over his hands one by one, not to mention how sincere he was.
Fu Bao suddenly smiled and said: "No, the Holy Hand is overly concerned. We all agree with what you just said. The quality of your heart will determine the quality of your ability."
The holy hand paused slightly.
Yu Wenyan pinched his thigh to prevent himself from laughing.
King Quanzhou glanced at Fubao, and King Yongye hurriedly lowered his head to cover his expression.
"Your Highness, Princess, you understand." The Holy Hand bowed quickly and calmly, stood up and said gently.
When Fubao saw him returning to Wei Cheng, he didn't react much.
Mrs. Jiang snorted in her heart.
Wei Cheng looked confused.
As if he didn't know what they just said, he smiled immediately.
"Today is a happy day. With the Holy Hand here, I hope that our Kingdom of Apocalypse will have good weather in the future." He said expectantly, and then with a wave of his hand, the lotus platform receded, the curtains of the boat were opened, and these dancers really got on.
Boat.
For a moment, the silk and bamboo wind music penetrated the heart.
However, it is completely different from before.
Fubao and others were completely wary of Wei Cheng or the Holy Hand.
Wei Cheng held this banquet not only to tell them that he finally found his own strange person, but also to give them a warning!
Such an ambiguous warning was so clever that even Yu Wenyan showed a sneer and hid it under his cup.
Wu Zhuangyuan's power has weakened. It seems that Wei Cheng is very unhappy, so he came to do this.
Obviously, it was not that he could not see clearly the qualities of Wu Zhuangyuan, but that he felt that the emperor's authority had been challenged. Since he had already sat in this position, he should have the ability to make decisions, instead of being someone else's puppet.
He wanted to say that the vassal prince and the Jiang family had stretched their hands too far and it was time to stop them.
Mrs. Jiang looked at her eldest son, and Jiang Qi also thought of this.
Cursing Wu Zhuangyuan every day in the court was actually a slap in Wei Cheng's face. Wu Zhuangyuan was originally Wei Cheng's confidant and should not be put on the table regardless of his quality.
Jiang Qi finally understood what Wei Cheng was thinking now, and he could only say that the emperor's heart was changing rapidly.
I really hope that Tianqi Kingdom can go on well and smoothly...
Jiang Qi also thought for a while, if this time the martial arts champion could really capture the barbarians in Jingzhou, then he would be treated as one of his own for the time being.
I no longer had any quarrels with him in the court.
This farce passed quickly. At the end of the palace banquet, Wei Cheng told them that the Holy Hand Blessing Ceremony will be held tomorrow, and at that time, everyone in Kyoto will be given protective talismans to bless everyone in Kyoto.
Fu Bao and others left in a very confused mood.
Walking on the spacious street, Fubao and others and Yu Wenyan's people all got off the carriage.
Looking at the bustling night market and the long queues at milk tea shops and tofu shops, Fubao was a little silent.
"Will there be any problem with the protective charm tomorrow?" Yu Wenyan walked beside her and whispered.
Fu Bao recalled the appearance of the holy hand and shook his head: "I don't know, maybe he doesn't have such a strong ability..."
How many people are there in Kyoto?
Not even Yuan Xun could confuse so many people in one moment.
With the addition of immortal cultivators, the chaos in Kyoto has been raised to a higher level.
The threshold for participating in the fight was instantly raised, and ordinary people could only accept it.
Mrs. Jiang also hates the fact that iron cannot become steel.
"Why is this boy so confused!"
Jiang Qi was silent and finally said: "This is the emperor's art, just for checks and balances."
Yu Wenyan sneered: "Blindly checking and balancing will only make yourself fall into an even bigger deadlock."
Fu Bao nodded: "This holy hand gives me a strange yet familiar feeling. This feeling is very bad."
She squinted her eyes and kept thinking about it in her mind, but she couldn't think of anything.
Seeing her like this, Yu Wenyan felt a little distressed: "It's okay, we are not in a hurry. We will see what he is going to do tomorrow."
Several people went back to their respective homes.
As soon as he entered Jiang Mansion, Fu Bao murmured: "It's really familiar. What is it?"
As she walked away, she suddenly stopped, grabbed the servant and asked, "Where are the eighth uncle and the seventh uncle?"
He was shocked and looked towards the inner courtyard tremblingly: "The Eighth Young Master and the Seventh Young Master are always in the inner courtyard."
"Okay!" Fu Bao let go of him and immediately ran towards the inner courtyard.
"Good boy!" Mrs. Jiang and Jiang Qi shouted quickly, chasing after her.
"Uncle Eighth!"
"Uncle Seven!"
Fu Bao shouted and finally saw Jiang Li and Jiang Yuan in front of the stone table in the inner courtyard.
When the two heard Fu Bao's voice, they stood up immediately. Seeing Fu Bao's out of breath expression, their hearts tightened immediately.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Li and the other two stepped forward to greet him.
"Eighth uncle, did you see the portrait of that mysterious man at Wu Zhuangyuan's place that day?" Fubao had a guess in his mind, and Jiang Li needed to confirm it. After all, when he fell asleep that day, he was really with that mysterious man.
The only ones who had close contact were Jiang Li and Jiang Yuan.
"No!" Jiang Yuan shook his head.
But looking at Fubao's expression, even though he didn't know what they encountered at the palace banquet, Jiang Li quickly took out the equipment from the space: "I'm painting now!"
Fu Bao took a deep breath and nodded heavily.
As Jiang Li's pen moved rapidly, Fubao could clearly see the appearance of the mysterious man.
With his sword-like eyes and star-like eyes, his majestic appearance can be seen even if his whole body is wrapped in black cloth.
But he is not the same person as that holy hand, and he is not as tall as that holy hand.
Fu Bao sat down on the stone bench, feeling extremely tired.
Mrs. Jiang and Jiang Qi finally caught up and knew the result when they saw Fu Bao's appearance.
They walked around the stone table and found out through Jiang Li who the person in the painting was.
That mysterious man.
Soon the next day, the official shouted loudly on the street, asking everyone in Kyoto to go to the palace, His Majesty wanted to bless him.