When Beibei saw the long queue, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "There are actually so many people..."
Xiao Lingyue said: "When your Majesty travels, it is natural that he should be accompanied by imperial guards to ensure safety."
Especially now that the world has not yet been unified, assassinating the emperor is a common practice among the Seven Kingdoms.
"Is Hanhan also in the team?" Beibei raised his head and asked.
"It's definitely there. You'll see him later." Xiao Lingyue bent down and picked up her son, "His Majesty's chariot is coming soon, and it's time for us to go back."
Beibei nodded.
The guard then breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said: "Miss Third, without further ado, let's leave quickly."
When the three of them returned to the foot of the mountain, other civil and military officials and their family members had already lined up and were ready to greet him.
When Xiao Lingyue hugged Beibei and found the team at Nanyang Houfu, Shen Zhijiang glared at her fiercely and cursed in a low voice: "Where have you gone? You dare to delay such a big thing as picking up the driver, you are looking for death.
Yes or no?"
"The chariot hasn't arrived yet, why is father so anxious?" Xiao Lingyue rolled her eyes and saw Shen Yuting lining up in the women's team with a low eyebrow, so she led Beibei to stand in front of her.
"Oops!" Shen Yuting pretended to be hit by her, her eyes full of grievance.
"Shen Wan, where are you standing? Go to the back!" Shen Zhijiang looked over immediately.
"Father is confused. There is no reason for a legitimate daughter to stand behind a concubine. This is not arranged by age." Xiao Lingyue said sarcastically, and then glanced at Shen Yuting again, "I didn't even touch the corner of your clothes.
What are you calling for?"
Shen Yuting: "..."
Shen Zhijiang was angry and angry, and just wanted to reprimand him.
The old Marquis in front turned his head, with a sinister look on his face, "Shut up, everyone! The imperial chariot will be here soon."
Shen Zhijiang and Shen Yuting were suddenly too frightened to speak.
Xiao Lingyue shrugged, said no more, and stood quietly with Beibei.
I waited for about half an hour.
The crisp sound of horse hooves and the sound of copper bells came together.
Everyone immediately held their breath and concentrated, lowered their heads and lowered their eyes. The foot of the huge mountain was crowded with people, but it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
"Da da da......"
A series of hoofbeats and footsteps were heard. The first to arrive were two rows of imperial troops and eunuchs. Hundreds of people moved quickly and quickly stood beside the steps leading to the Xiangguo Temple on the top of the mountain. There were many swords and a tight formation.
When the bright yellow imperial guard of honor appeared in everyone's sight, everyone knelt down and saluted at the same time, and the sound of greetings shook the sky.
"See your majesty, long live your majesty!"
Xiao Lingyue also followed the trend and knelt down, secretly raised her eyes and looked into the imperial chariot.
The imperial driver opened the car door, and Emperor Zhaoming stooped down and walked out. He looked around condescendingly and said in a deep voice: "My dear friends, no courtesy."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Everyone stood up one after another, but still lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the holy face.
Xiao Lingyue pretended to bow her head respectfully and looked out of the corner of her eye.
Emperor Zhaoming of the Northern Qin Dynasty, who has been on the throne for thirty years, is now over fifty years old. His figure is still tall and straight, with a pair of majestic and deep eyes under his gray eyebrows. His face is vaguely similar to that of the prince, and his whole body is transparent.
He has an imperial aura that is not angry but powerful.
Xiao Lingyue secretly took a few glances, feeling secretly surprised.
She has seen many emperors of Southern Yan, but this is the first time she has seen the emperor of Northern Qin. Popular ""