SWDnovel Chapter 524: The Imperial Palace
Chapter 524: The Imperial Palace
Saying goodbye to the master, Qin He came to the palace.
Looking around, the Luck Golden Dragon was so weak that it was almost unreal, and it was squeezed into a corner of the palace.
Instead of the central position, it was a black boa constrictor with a ferocious face.
It is entrenched above the imperial palace, its pupils are half-opened and half-closed, as if it is dozing off.
The python of luck is the genus of the heroic feudal lord. With luck and hard work, it can turn a python into a dragon.
However, just like demons transforming into dragons, fate, chance, and progress are indispensable, and most snakes of luck have no chance to transform into golden dragons.
In the art of luck, there is a destiny, and there are things that are man-made.
In a generation of troubled times, if the heroes come out together, even the side that cracks the ground can gather the golden dragon.
If heroes emerge in large numbers and the world is completely dark, even if they rule the country, the golden dragon will not appear in this world.
The most typical one is during the period of the Three Kingdoms, when the three golden dragons of luck in the east came to the world together, competing for splendor.
And during the Five Dynasties, even if you ruled most of the country, you couldn't condense the golden dragon. After you sing, I will appear on the stage, and the emperors will take turns to come to my house next year.
Without it, luck is not enough.
Without hesitation, Qin He strolled in.
This time, there was little resistance.
"Who is coming?"
At the gate of the palace, a righteous general with armor held his waist knife and asked in a cold voice.
"your dad."
Qin He's footsteps didn't stop at all.
Dai Jiayi raised his pupils to a little fog, and respectfully called out to Qin He: "Father, you are here."
"Open the door!"
"Yes, Dad."
Dai Jiayi nodded obediently, and Pidianpidian personally opened the palace gate and sent Qin He in.
Watching this scene, Yi Jiang's soldiers look at me and I look at you, with expressions of disbelief.
The general's father is too young.
Not only young, but also handsome.
This father is not like a father.
One of the square-faced soldiers couldn't bear it anymore, and said to the righteous general: "General An, didn't you say that your father has been dead for eighteen years?"
"Father?" Yijiang slowly dissipated the mist in his eyes, and said, "What father?"
"It's not... the one who just went in, don't you call him father?" The square-faced soldier swallowed and pointed to the door that hadn't been completely closed.
The closed palace gate.
"Nonsense, my father died eighteen years ago." The righteous general glared at the soldiers with displeasure.
"If it's not real father, then it's godfather?" Bing Ding thought of something, and said again.
Among the rebels, it is very common to recognize godfathers.
King Chuang has no heirs, so he recognizes him as a godson, and he acts like a follower.
However, General Yi's face became even more angry, and he slapped the soldier on the forehead, saying: "What kind of godfather, the person who can make this general a godfather, hasn't been born yet, see if I believe it or not, I'll clean it up you."
"Yes Yes Yes."
The soldier shrank his neck, covered his mouth and dared not speak any more.
However, as soon as the words fell, the person who had just entered stuck his head out from the gap in the palace door.
Yijiang took a closer look, and the anger on his face instantly turned into flattery: "Father!"
Soldier: "..."
All the soldiers: "..."
"Where is King Chuang?"
Qin He asked, the python of luck was suppressed, and his perception became significantly worse.
"King Chuang is drinking with the generals right now, in Yongshou Palace." Yi General said without thinking.
Qin He nodded, then retracted his head again.
All the soldiers looked at me again, and I looked at you, and then they focused on the righteous general with a trace of pity in their eyes.
The general's brain, watts.
"What do you look at, and then look at it and dig out your eyeballs."
...
This is Qin He's first time entering the palace.
One word, big.
Two words, very big.
The imperial palace is only the residence of the emperor in name, but in fact it is the place where tens of thousands of people eat and live.
There are four gates alone.
It is also divided into inner and outer courts, the outer court has nine halls and one mansion, the inner court has three halls and twelve palaces, plus the Compassionate Palace, the Hall of Mental Cultivation and a huge imperial garden.
I dare not say how luxurious it is, but just for this momentum, it is worthy of being the residence of the emperor.
Yongshou Palace, the place where the emperor entertained civil and military officials and foreign envoys.
It was only noon at the moment, and the huge banquet hall was staggered and drunk.
Dozens of generals of the rebel army put their arms around the beautiful dancers, their faces blushed and their necks were thick, their mouths were crooked and their eyes slanted.
Have
With his chest open, he held the wine jar before taking two sips, before vomiting it out with a wow.
Some sang and danced, and some hugged the altar and giggled.
The smell of alcohol, fat and powder, all kinds of body odor and sweat acid, and the special smell of vomit are mixed together, visible to the naked eye, and the turbidity is soaring.
The huge banquet hall is like a market place, full of smoky atmosphere.
At the top, a middle-aged man in a bright yellow dragon robe threw the big wine jar on the ground with a "boom", rolled his eyes, and lay down on the chair.
"Chuangwang is dead!"
"Ha ha ha ha!!"
"It's not yet...noon, King Chuang lost."
"..."
Seeing this, several righteous generals burst into laughter with drunken eyes.
However, in a corner of the banquet hall, there was a small official, sitting in a state of distress, seeing King Chuang drunk, writing in a small book.
This official is a historian.
Official historians wrote about the emperor's words and deeds, and wrote about the emperor's daily life. The booklet he wrote was called "Notes on the Emperor's Daily Life".
Li Chuang called himself emperor, but after occupying the capital, he imitated the emperor's etiquette and followed the official historian.
The historian's name is Zhang Heng, and he writes in petite lowercase script, and his writing speed is extremely fast.
However, this kind of quickness does not mean that there are many books, it is just the speed of the hand.
In fact, there is only one sentence per page in his daily notes.
The text is as follows:
On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, at the time of the emperor's day, when the imperial court ceased, twenty-three generals were summoned to drink and became very drunk.
On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, at noon, the emperor stopped the court and summoned twenty-seven people to drink and get drunk; unfortunately. Biqu library
On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, from the time of Emperor Mao, the court was dismissed, and forty-three civil and military generals were called to drink, and they were very drunk. They did not wake up until Wushi.
On the 11th day of the twelfth lunar month, when the emperor started to stop the court, the general Liu Zhongmin asked for a donation. The emperor allowed him to kill carefully, and summoned Liu Zongmin and sixty-seven generals to drink and get drunk.
...
On the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, from the noon of the emperor, the court was dismissed. The prime minister Li Yan advised the emperor to stop donating, to appease the officials and the people, and to preside over the government affairs. , and failed.