Zhaodu, the royal capital of Suchuan, is also the last capital that the Ming clan relied on for survival.
The royal family originated here, thrived here, and declined here.
When exactly did the Ming family become the royal family of Suchuan and become the emperor in charge of Suchuan? There is no specific book to verify this matter, because of the divine death five hundred years ago.
The disappearance of the God Lord was not only a change in the structure of Suchuan, but also the king at that time and many precious classics recording the history of the royal family disappeared into the corner of history.
Although the records in the classics are incomplete, it has been passed down from generation to generation by the Suchuan people. Ever since I was a child and the beginning of my family, the king above was the Ming family.
It is conservatively estimated that it has been a thousand years, no less than a thousand years of subtle influence, and the people already know, accept, and admit who is far away from them in their bones.
Even after the death of the gods five hundred years ago, the god master disappeared, and the kings of the royal family gradually died young, and every time a new king was succeeded by a collateral line, at least in the land of Zhaodu, the rule of the royal family was still deeply rooted.
Outside the royal capital with high jade brick walls, the majestic prime minister with his white wings folded behind him stood in front of the officials. His face was calm. He occasionally glanced at the thin old man with a white beard next to him, showing a hint of disdain and a hint of hidden hatred.
The person with wings behind him is none other than the Prime Minister of Zhaodu, Feitian, who is also the leader of the Yueling Tribe.
The skinny old man with a white beard is the contemporary head of the Tianqi Sect and the high priest of the royal capital. He is in charge of all Shinto sacrifices and rituals.
Your Majesty could not avoid going to court for a long time. The reason was that he left the imperial capital and went to a small fireweaving place to find an elusive god. Both of them had a tacit understanding and did not choose to gather the common people with great fanfare to welcome the 'missing' Lord who returned.
The imperial edicts need to be stable, and they need to know that the young king is working hard day and night, staying up for several nights, looking after his own country.
Lu Ming got off the boat, held Linglong's hand and walked forward, ignoring the respectful addresses from the two people, or suppressing the tone of instruction. He bypassed the two people who were in the same situation, and walked to a person in the back.
A young man covered in black and blue iron armor stopped in front of him, stretched out his hand to help the figure kneeling on one knee and said.
"Zi Yuan, follow me and return to the palace!"
Following the high priest and the prime minister, Zi Yuan, the almost transparent commander of the Divine Blood Iron Guard, was slightly startled, with a subconscious look of fear on his face. Before he could calm down his very low mood, the young king had already left.
On the way to the palace.
Your Majesty, there seems to be something different...
Perhaps, it will no longer be the imperial capital of the Yueling Clan in the future.
With this thought in his mind, Zi Yuan quickly glanced at the astonished high priest and Feitian, then immediately turned around and trotted towards the palace with the anxious iron guard.
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"Your Majesty, what is this?"
Behind, the high priest looked at the non-existent figures of the two men and the clattering sound caused by the walking iron guard, frowned slightly, and subconsciously asked the disciple beside him.
"After playing outside for a long time, I may miss the environment of the palace."
"...Maybe."
"Maybe." Feitian stood up, snorted coldly, and looked at the old man: "Every day, you know how to bewitch your Majesty and do some illusory things. You don't do any serious things."
The high priest was furious: "Feitian, please stop spitting. The government is controlled by you, and you will only stir up trouble. You even want to restrict the king's behavior. How can you blame me for whatever the king does?"
Coming up?"
"I wonder if you, the Yueling Clan, have harbored evil intentions for a long time and are doing disobedient things!"
"High Priest, you are so kind!" Fei Tian's wings behind her were trembling as she glared at the High Priest, "You can take the Lord of God who has not appeared for five hundred years and take it to the lake to get rid of you, and you also cooperate with you to leave privately. Zhaodu, if anything happens to your Majesty outside, you will be blamed for your death!"
"One day, I'm going to abolish your position where you can only earn a living apart from being a Hu Nongren!"
"You!" the high priest Whitebeard was so angry that he almost tore off a section.
Just when the two were glaring at each other, mocking and arguing with each other, Buddha Zhuan, wearing a gray robe, came down from the fishing boat, looked at the angry two quietly, stood beside them, and sighed slightly.
He seemed to be in the same state of fire and water that he had left in the imperial capital at that time. He felt uncomfortable, but had to do something.
The Tianqi Clan has served Shinto for a long time and has gained the trust of successive emperors. Before the emperor succeeded to the throne, it was the greatest strength in the royal city.
It stands to reason that the new monarch will continue to trust the Tianqi Clan after he ascends the throne, but the new monarch is not a direct descendant of the previous king, but a branch of the border clan. When he entered the imperial capital, he took the confidants given by his father to protect the Yueling clan.
The Junshang, who is less than ten years old, has been fighting with foreigners on the border all year round to win the confidants who are treated the same as humans. The result can be imagined. With the unconscious and subconscious reliance of the young Junshang, Feitian has become the most trusted subordinate.
The Yueling Clan replaced the Divine Blood Iron Guards who had guarded the royal city for generations, and Feitian replaced the powerful Tianqi Clan.
And he, Buddha Seal, was accidentally caught in the middle.
They are not human inside or outside.
I don’t know if it’s right or wrong to come back this time.
The gray Tianqimen robes caught the eyes of the two people. The high priest was the first to react. Looking at the much older cheeks of the Buddhist seal, he sighed slightly and felt distressed. Before he could say anything, Feitian had already stepped forward and grabbed the Buddhist seal. With his hands, he looked all over his body.
"Buddha Seal! Is it really you?!"
"After all these years, how are you?"
Feitian looked at the Buddhist seal with red eyes, her hands trembling slightly, but she held her tightly for fear that he would disappear from her sight in the next second.
Fo Zhuan put his arms around her and smiled to comfort her, "I'm doing everything as usual, how about you?"
"I-I'm fine too!"
Feitian's voice paused and he thought of something. He stood up from Fo Zhuan's arms and said seriously, "This time, I will not allow anyone to take you away from me!"
"I am already the Prime Minister, and no one can stop the things between you and me!"
Cold eyes fell on the high priest, and the joy he felt just looking at the gray robe was gone. Especially when he saw the Buddhist seal and put his arms around the woman, the high priest was so angry that his body was shaking.
His most proud disciple, whom he trained as his successor, regarded Taoism as nothing.
"Reverse...evil obstacle!"
The word "traitor" was changed to "obstacle". The high priest regarded this most proud IDE disciple as a heretic from the bottom of his heart. After scolding him, he walked away directly.
"Teacher!"
Fo Zhuan called the high priest and was about to persuade his mentor, but Feitian pulled him over again and stopped in place.
"Fo Zhuan, I promise you that Tianqi Clan will not perish, you can rest assured."
"I will also let you succeed as the new high priest and take charge of the Tianqi Sect. His ancient feudal decadence should pass away together with his Shinto!"
Seeing Feitian's words getting more and more outrageous, and his mentor's figure walking faster and faster until he disappeared from sight, Fo Zhuan suddenly felt dizzy and quickly grabbed Feitian to tell her not to worry about Ji.
"Feitian, don't be anxious yet."
"I went to see my mentor once. I have something to say to him."
"He has been blocking things between the two of us, why are you going to find him?" Feitian expressed confusion, "Have you forgotten that he expelled you from Tianqi Clan?"
"Have you forgotten how he treated you and me in the past?"
"Do you still expect that rotten and stubborn old man to agree to things between you and me?!"
Fo Zhuan closed his eyes, tried his best to keep his mind calm, and said in a deep voice: "I am looking for my mentor because of the Lord God's affairs."
"God Lord? What do you mean?"
"The Lord of God has returned to Suchuan. The structure of Suchuan will be greatly changed. Tianqimen..."
"Who is the Lord of God? Where did the Lord of God come from?"
"It's the girl that your Majesty just brought over."
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On the city wall more than 20 meters high, Lu Ming pulled Linglong and walked in front. As he walked, he introduced the impression of this thousand-year loneliness in his memory. He entered the palace at the age of nine, ascended the throne in half a month, eradicated the old party of the previous king within three years, and supported Yue.
The Ling clan should be your right-hand man.
Every palace gate in the capital has the shadow of the young king's activities.
Finally, when we were near Zhengyangmen, we stopped.
Zhengyang is the emperor's palace and the place where previous dynasties conducted their affairs.
The young king vowed to revitalize the royal family, so in the third year after he ascended the throne, he moved his residence to the palace where government affairs were discussed.
The government affairs were discussed at the front gate, and the harem was for resting at night. After staying up for several nights and working diligently, under the guidance of Prime Minister Feitian, this city finally took on the atmosphere of the capital of Suchuan, which is no less impressive than the most prosperous Pingting in the south.
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Looking at Celadon Dabai and letting go of the girl's hand, Lu Ming turned around and looked at Zi Yuan, the commander of the Divine Blood Iron Guard who had followed him all the way and kept a distance.
"Zi Yuan, if I remember correctly, in the second year after I ascended the throne, my predecessor, the Iron Guard Commander, was bedridden, so I finally resigned from the position of Commander-in-Chief. Then, among the Divine Blood Iron Guards, because you were the youngest,
He has the highest merit, so he accepted this job."
"yes!"
"But after you took the position of Commander-in-Chief, everything you encountered seemed to be a little different from what you imagined. You didn't guard the palace gates like the former king's iron guards, nor did you think about making achievements to fight against the princes. You even
Even my new king is rarely seen."
"We are fighting against the Yueling tribe who have been at war with foreign tribes at the border all year round to protect the palace. Your Majesty has also selected personal guards given by your father. As the people closest to the king in all dynasties, you Iron Guards seem to be gradually becoming more transparent."
Looking down at the panoramic view of the capital from a height, Lu Ming's eyes fell on the ornate gate of the imperial capital. Lu Ming looked at the city gate that no longer had the Buddha Seal, the high priest, or even Feitian. He sighed slightly: "If I hadn't seen it,
If it's wrong, the king's personal guards are guarding the city gates and doing some work that should be done by government officials to check the entry of civilians and traders."
He cast a vague glance at the city gate, and the subordinates who were gradually corroded and bloody in the shade under the tall city wall came into view. Zi Yuan lowered his head slightly, and he was a little confused about what this Lord meant.
Since you don’t understand, then don’t do anything.
Your Majesty bypassed Feitian, his close confidant, and the high priest who was in charge of the calendar and believed in Shinto, and called him over alone. He must have his own things to do.
All the Divine Blood Iron Guards need to do is do it. Just like in the past five hundred years, day and night, through ups and downs, they have never taken a step back.
"The Divine Blood Iron Guard is the king's iron guard, the sharpest spear and the strongest shield!"
After pondering for a long time, but the superiors never spoke, Ziyuan lowered his head and spoke out what he had remembered in his heart on the first day he entered the Iron Guard. His voice was resounding and tenacious.
The Iron Guard need to tell their king that they no longer want to see the city gate.
"Ha ha!"
Lu Ming laughed a little wantonly. He stretched out his hand to help this unimpressive but most lacking clear distinction between superiority and inferiority in his bones. He straightened his armor, which was skewed because he was kneeling on one knee, and said:
"The armor worn by the city gate guards really doesn't fit well on the Iron Guards, and it doesn't look very good either!"
Zi Yuan's eyes were bright and full of hope. Hearing the king take out his jade pendant from his arms and hand it to his hand, he continued, "The iron guard is the king's iron guard. It is the duty of guarding the palace gate. It is the duty of guarding the palace gate."
The king’s spear and shield!”
"From today on!"
"Leave this to you!"
The jade pendant he took out from his arms still had residual warmth. The clear words were dazzling, and the blood in Ziyuan's body was so hot that his eyes turned red for a moment, and he immediately performed a ritual exclusive to the Iron Guard that has been passed down for countless years.
etiquette,
"Your Majesty!"
"I...wuwu~"
Du Tong sobbed and was speechless. The voice contained grievance, as if an injured child finally got the attention of an adult and went to wrap up the wound.
It was obviously very sour, but I felt warm in my heart and full of energy to do it again.
"Go and change clothes. When you come out later, I want to see the iron guards, not the city defense officials." After patting Zi Yuan's arm, Lu Ming came back to his senses and blinked at Linglong, who had an incomprehensible expression.
Then he stepped forward, took her hand, and walked into the gate of Zhengyang Palace where she had stayed for the first half of her life.
The clinking sounds of stretched-out chain mails connected together, and the iron guards trotted away from the palace gate. This time, their footsteps were lighter and more energetic than before.
His face could no longer be stretched, and there was a crack at the corner of his mouth. Lu Ming took Linglong's arm and said with a smile: "Sister, how did I perform?"
"Are you a bit domineering and majestic?"
"Doesn't it look like that, awesome and majestic?"
"..."
Linglong frowned and looked at the young man who was about to laugh crazy. She was speechless for a moment. First she was a little stunned by this guy's change of face, and then she felt that this look was very familiar.
he……
Containing the weird feeling in her heart, Linglong pulled Lu Ming to stop and analyzed him carefully: "If you laugh in front of me in the end, you really have the feeling of an emperor."
"But I'm already laughing, so just ignore this part."
"What has happened cannot be ignored." Linglong shook her head and looked at Lu Ming. Thinking of his serious expression, she couldn't help but laugh and said: "We can only admit the facts, live in the present, and see the distance clearly.
"
"...Sister~"
"Um?"
"Where...did you learn this?"
Linglong replied matter-of-factly: "You said so!"
Lu Ming looked at the girl and blinked his innocent eyes, "Why don't I remember?"