Now, the team of Zichuan Kingdom arrived before them. On the grassy grass outside the Manshen Mountain, a luxurious camp of twenty or thirty miles has been built to provide temporary residences for those wealthy families, demonstrating the luxurious pomp of their aristocratic class.
When the Fenglan Kingdom team arrived, each family force entered the field, which attracted a burst of cheers and exclamations. The young people were all more energetic and wanted to better show themselves to their peers.
There were cheers outside, and Yan Guiyi didn't care about this. He carefully tore the note apart, uncovered the carpet, stuffed it into the gap at the bottom of the car, and then carefully observed the rolling forest sea outside.
This was Yan Guiyi's first time to come to Man Shen Mountain. This forest was even more vast and wider than he had imagined, and this was exactly what he wanted.
The eldest brother wants to get rid of all three families here, and their Fenglan Kingdom will be peaceful from then on, and he will not be held captive forever.
Prime Minister Lin Wenxuan's carriage was closest to the monarch. He occasionally looked through the car window and then looked back. Like the other two families, they had long stopped taking this little monarch to heart.
The reason why Yan Guiyi was able to seize the throne made these powerful ministers a little surprised, but in the past half month he took office, he had no movement and let their actions go. Their vigilant hearts gradually relaxed.
What other tricks can a little kid play? Sooner or later, they will be dead.
The team stopped, Yan Guiyi got out of the car, and saw a majestic mature man standing there under the canopy in front. Behind him were countless powerful men and powerful people. I think it should be Wu Zimu, the king of Zichuan Kingdom!
General Tong Minghai greeted him, but Wu Zimu nodded symbolically and ignored the other party! He is the king, the other party is a minister, and the two countries are intersecting, and the first person to talk to him should naturally be the king. As for Tong Minghai, he had officials of the same level of Wu Zimu's return gifts, and this is the rule, and no one would be willing to demote himself.
His attitude towards neglect made Tong Minghai, who had always been confident, feel humiliated, but he had no choice but to have a cold face and clench his fists in iron armor, which made him even more determined to have some thoughts in his heart. Sooner or later, he would sit on the throne, not under the throne, and he could not wait for this day.
Wu Zimu ignored Tong Minghai and only stared at Yan Guiyi.
"My nephew, you're late!"
Wu Zimu said enthusiastically that he and Yan Guiyi's father were fellow members of the same generation, and it was reasonable to call him a virtuous nephew!
This was the first time Yan Guiyi had dealt with such an occasion. He just stood there stupidly and looked at Prime Minister Lin Wenxuan with his help.
"The journey is long, and this is the first time our Majesty has gone far since he ascended the throne. Naturally, everything has to be arranged properly, and there are more preparations, so I am late. I hope everyone in Zichuan will forgive me!" Lin Wenxuan said forward.
"I see!"
Wu Zimu didn't even look at him, and looked at Yan Guiyi again. He was just a test.
The child in front of him looked a little restrained and at a loss, and obviously he was not used to such occasions, and even had a bit of a silly smell, no different from other children of the same age.
He did not dislike the three major families, but also a kind of temptation to let them understand their identity and make things easier.