"Although this sword was obtained by Fang Zhengzheng, it was taken from the Holy Sky World. The Holy Sky World belongs to the imperial court, so of course the ownership of this sword belongs to the imperial court!" A courtier got the look and immediately stood up.
"Master Wan is right, I agree with you!"
"I also second the proposal!"
"Although Fang Zhengzheng has some talent, after all, his strength is only at the Amaterasu level. This sword is so powerful that it will be difficult for the demons to snatch it away. If the sword is lost, one's life will be lost. The consequences will be disastrous. Please ask the emperor to issue an edict. Fang Zhengzheng must return this imperial property to the imperial court for safekeeping as soon as possible!"
"Master Li's analysis is extremely correct. The ancients said: The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of the crime. The news that Fang Zhengzheng obtained the sword in the Holy World is already known to everyone. If he does not hand it over, his life may be in danger!"
"I second the proposal! In order to protect the imperial treasure and avoid Fang Zhengzheng's unintentional disaster, I would like to ask the emperor to issue an edict!"
Soon, the courtiers stood up one after another, all of them with expressions that were selfless, gentlemen, and considerate of others.
In their hearts, Fang Zhengzheng was just a commoner who had not yet entered the court. He was of low birth, so how could it be possible for Fang Zhengzheng to really get the sword.
Taking ten thousand steps back, even if Fang Zhengzheng has passed the imperial examination now, his official rank will start from the seventh rank. If he takes another ten thousand steps back, the emperor will be kind and generous. After passing the imperial examination in history, he will have the highest official rank. There are only five grades.
However…
The courtiers who can stand in the Jinluan Palace to discuss politics, even those standing in the most corner, are of the fourth rank or above. How would the first, second, third and fourth rank ministers of the entire dynasty care about Fang Zhengzheng
"Father, my sons, please play!" At this moment, Duan Wang Lin Xinjue finally stood up from the crowd, and the courtiers discussed it. The time had come, so of course he had to request the order before Prince Lin Tianrong spoke.
This is to gain the upper hand.
Prince Lin Tianrong saw Prince Duan Lin Xinjue stand up. The steps that had been stretched out halfway were taken back again, but. His expression didn't change much.
"Yes." Holy Master Lin Mubai nodded, his expression calm.
Of course he knows what is being argued about in the court now, and he has made a decision on this matter in his heart, but as the Holy Emperor, some words must be put forward by the ministers.
"Shengtian War God Mengtian is the military hero of our Great Xia Dynasty. He symbolizes the military heart and soul of our dynasty. Now that the sword of Holy Heaven War God Mengtian has been lost and recovered, it is the time to strengthen the military power of our dynasty. My dear sir, please Please give this sword to me for temporary safekeeping, it will surely boost the morale of the soldiers of our dynasty!" King Duan Lin Xinjue saw the Holy Master Lin Mubai nodding, and immediately bowed and started to play.
"His Royal Highness Duan Wang is right. This sword is a symbol of the military heart and soul. With this sword, the soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty will surely be blessed by the Holy God of War and be able to fight against the demons. No matter what, don’t rush!”
"I also second the proposal. Leave this sword to the military gate for safekeeping!"
After King Duan Lin Xinjue finished speaking, two middle-aged men in armor stood up. They were both military generals and military commanders leading one side. Respected status in the court.
"What the sixth brother said makes sense, but... his vision is a little one-sided. The Holy God of War Mengtian is indeed from a military background, but he represents the entire Daxia Dynasty. He is the hero of our Daxia Dynasty, riding thousands of miles alone. The Demon-Slaying Emperor Sikong is in the Blood Shadow City. He is so famous and so strong that he should be respected by all the people of the dynasty. I sincerely express my gratitude to my father and hand over this sword to my father. When the government meets the opportunity of benevolence, the Taoist test will be held. Time. Hang it in front of the door to warn the world!"
After Prince Lin Tianrong heard this, he stood up, looked at Prince Duan Lin Xinjue, and said loudly.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has a bright eye, sees the overall situation and controls the world. He uses his sword to warn people. He will be able to spread the spirit of Mengtian, the Holy God of War, to the world. The Crown Prince is the Crown Prince. If he can encourage himself with this spirit at all times, it will be a blessing to the country and the world! "
"I second the proposal to hand over this sword to the prince as a warning to the world!"
"I also second the proposal!"
"I second the proposal!"
"I am attached..."
“…”
As soon as Prince Lin Tianrong finished speaking, a group of ministers rushed out and knelt on the ground.
Above the court, Prince Lin Tianrong is in charge, and his power is naturally higher than that of Duan Wang Lin Xinjue, which can be seen from this.
"I have come here with the Holy Emperor. I have been favored by the Emperor. I am the chief assistant of hundreds of officials. I regard the country as the most important thing. The prince hangs his sword on his head like this. What a blessing to the people of the world!" When everyone finished speaking, Zuo Xiang Yu Yiping also stood up, walked slowly to the front of the officials, raised his hands and knelt down.
"What Yu Xiang said is absolutely true. Please forgive His Majesty the Crown Prince for your sincerity!" The Minister of Punishment also stood up at this time.
Prince Duan Lin Xinjue looked at the courtiers kneeling on the floor, clenching his fists and biting his lips. Just as he was about to speak again, he saw His Majesty Lin Mubai on the dragon throne shaking his head gently.
This made Duan Wang Lin Xinjue swallow his words immediately.
"The Crown Prince and Prince Duan both have a point. Let's put it aside for now. Tomorrow morning, the court will summon Fang Zhengzheng to the palace for further discussion. Let's retreat today!" The Holy Lord Lin Mubai waved his hand, stood up and left.
"Long live the Emperor, long live the Emperor!"
…
In Pingyang's mansion, Pingyang, who was wearing a red cloak, was sitting on a chair and playing with a piece of jade out of boredom when he heard a knock on the door.
"Your Royal Highness, Mr. Fang would like to see you."
"Mr. Fang? Which Mr. Fang? It can't be Fang Zhengzheng, right?" Pingyang looked confused. She didn't think Fang Zhengzheng would come to Pingyang Mansion to see her.
"Exactly."
"Huh? Is that shameless guy really here? He must have something to ask me for, by the way... That guy got the sword of the Holy God of War Mengtian, and he probably came to me to plead with my father."
Pingyang's clear eyes sparkled, and he immediately guessed Fang Zhengzheng's purpose, and then a smile immediately appeared on his lips.
"Let him in!"
"yes!"
…
Not long after, Fang Zhengzheng was led by the housekeeper of Pingyang Mansion to the attic. A gust of wind blew by, and the blue gown fluttered gently.
"Master Fang, please come in!"
"Oh, thank you, I gave it to you!" Fang Zhengzheng casually threw a copper coin into the butler's hand, and then stepped into the attic with a smile on his face.
Only the housekeeper was left standing in the wind, completely unable to react.
"A penny?!"
…
Fang Zhengzheng thought that Pingyang's injury was almost healed, but when he walked into the attic, he found Pingyang lying on the bed, covered with a thick quilt.
The most important thing is that the quilt is still shaking slightly, as if he is seriously injured.
"You... you came to me... are you... okay?" Pingyang was lying on the bed, his voice sounded extremely labored, and there was still a little sweat on his forehead.
When Fang Zhengzheng heard this, a trace of doubt appeared on his face.
Pingyang did block a palm for himself, but she was wearing red flame hundred flower armor. He didn't believe that the injury was to this extent.
What's more, given Pingyang's status, if he was really injured to this extent, why didn't any of the servants or housekeepers wait in the room
Fang Zhengzheng glanced around the bed and immediately discovered that there were no clothes or jewelry beside the bed, and a pair of golden boots under the bed also looked a bit messy.
Demo, with your acting skills, you still pretend to be like me
Fang Zhengzheng smiled slightly in his heart, but with an expression of extreme concern on his face, he walked to Pingyang's bed in three steps at a time.
"Where is the injury? It's not healed yet? Show me!"
As he spoke, Fang Zhengzheng lifted up the quilt covering Pingyang. He decided to use practical actions to tell Pingyang that your acting skills are really poor.
In an instant, the quilt was ripped off and flying in the air.
Pingyang's eyes suddenly widened, his face turned pale, and he looked at Fang Zhengyi and the quilt flying in the air with disbelief.
Fang Zhengzheng, on the other hand, was completely confused.
He guessed the beginning of the story. Pingyang was pretending, but he didn't guess the end of the story. Pingyang was indeed pretending, but Pingyang was not wearing clothes now.
In other words, Pingyang only wore one piece of clothing, which was a bright red bellyband embroidered with a golden peony.
Of course, on her white calves, there was a dress that she had not yet taken off completely, and next to her was a red cloak.
"Ah!" Pingyang screamed.
The sound spread throughout Pingyang Mansion in an instant, and even the sky above the palace next to Pingyang Mansion echoed with this harsh cry.
…
Fang Zhengzheng knew very well how many sergeants carrying bows and arrows were around the attic of Pingyang Mansion, and he also understood the extent of the crime he had committed today.
Frivolous princess!
If it was unintentional last time, then what does it mean this time
Say it’s unintentional…
Fang Zhengzheng couldn't believe this explanation himself, so he ran away. He rushed out of the attic as fast as he could and ran out without looking back.
Anger rose in Pingyang's eyes. She grabbed the red cloak beside her and put it on her body before chasing after him. She had decided that no matter what kind of betrayal she would bear.
She must kill this shameless guy today.
However, as soon as she reached the door, she suddenly stopped because, at the door of her attic, there was an emerald-green gold hairpin lying on the ground.
Pingyang was certain that this emerald-green hairpin was not hers, because it was impossible for her to wear something of this quality.
"Could it be?" Pingyang couldn't believe it.
However, she still walked forward, because Fang Zhengzheng had stopped and was surrounded by a group of sergeants holding bows and arrows.
Want to run away from Pingyang Mansion
This is simply a joke. Given the importance of Pingyang in the Great Xia Dynasty, the Holy Emperor Lin Mubai naturally placed the most elite soldiers here.
Not to mention Fang Zhengzheng, even those who are as powerful as Yingshan, and even Zhen Guo Mansion Xingwai Xing Yuan Guo, dare not say that they can walk out of the gate of Pingyang Mansion.
"The imperial edict has arrived!" Just when Pingyang was about to order Fang Zhengzheng to be tied up, a voice suddenly rang out, and then, a young eunuch wearing palace clothes walked quickly towards Pingyang and Fang Zhengzheng.
(The starting point will be maintained after two o'clock in the evening. It is estimated that the next chapter will not be updated. It will be updated before twelve o'clock at noon tomorrow.) (To be continued.)