readx(); Sword Spirit recognizes its master
The civil and military officials looked at General Jin who was trembling all over. The smiles on their faces also disappeared. Such a thought flashed through their hearts almost at the same time.
However, this can only be a thought, and no one really dares to say this.
Zuo Xiang Yu Yiping's face became extremely ugly.
Others with the same complexion as him were Duan Wang Lin Xinjue, Prince Lin Tianrong, and all the civil and military officials of the dynasty standing in the Jinluan Hall, and the ugliest one was undoubtedly General Jin.
General Jin's eyes now look red due to congestion, and his lips look a little purple.
However, the sword in his hand remained motionless. No matter how hard he tried, he could not pull the sword out of the stone. This feeling was too uncomfortable.
And the most uncomfortable thing was that he had to hold on until the Holy Emperor Lin Mubai gave no more orders...
No one came forward again.
Because, if General Jin can't pull it out, it means that the sword is really difficult to pull out. At least, all the civil and military officials in the dynasty are not 100% confident that they can pull it out.
The Holy Lord Lin Mubai looked at General Jin, and the expression on his face changed.
Of course he saw the problem, but he was the emperor in charge of the world, the supreme real dragon emperor. If he couldn't even do anything with a sword, then where was the emperor's prestige
This situation now has nothing to do with the sword.
If he had known that the sword spirit recognized the master, then he would not have asked Fang Zhengyi to present the sword at all, but directly ordered the sword to be given to Fang Zhengyi. Such an approach was a holy grace, but it was different now.
If he is unable to draw the sword, it will certainly damage the emperor's authority.
For thousands of years, the authority of emperors has been supreme, how can it be allowed to be damaged
The Holy Master Lin Mubai knew that he had to make a decision.
only…
This sword is the sword of the Holy God of War Mengtian, and represents the will of the Holy God of War Mengtian. If you really recognize Fang Zhengyi as your master, then you must pull this sword out of the ground. At least the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty could not do it.
Holy Master Lin Mubai gently shook his hand, a faint golden light flashed in his eyes, and a majestic momentum like a mountain and river emanated from him and his body.
In an instant, it filled the entire Jinluan Palace.
At this moment, all the civil and military officials in the court were looking at the Holy Lord Lin Mubai. Of course they know how powerful the current Saint is. A generation of emperors, favored by heaven, have supreme pressure.
"Is the emperor going to take action himself?" As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, the hearts of all the civil and military officials in the court became extremely complicated.
With the strength of the Holy Sage Lin Mubai. If you draw the sword yourself, you will naturally be more than 90% sure.
However, that result is completely different from the current situation. From offering the sword to seizing the sword, seizing and offering are two completely different meanings.
What's more, there is still a one in ten thousand chance that it can't be pulled out
In that case, things would develop out of control.
Seize the sword? Kill Fang Zhengzheng
Some people are willing to see this result, but not everyone is willing to see it. After all, they don't think Fang Zhengzheng is qualified to get this sword. However, they never felt that a talented person like Fang Zhengzheng should lose his life because of a sword.
"Buzz!"
At this moment, the Wuhen Sword let out a clear high-pitched sound, the sword body trembled, and the strange purple light from the ground suddenly emitted, as if it was fighting with some kind of force.
Fang Zhengzheng's heart tightened. He could feel that Wuhenjian's current mood seemed a little bad, as if he was imprisoned by something.
Just as he was about to speak, the high-pitched voice disappeared.
Also disappearing with the sound was the aura of the Holy Lord Lin Mubai, and calm returned to the Jinluan Palace again. The clenched hand of the Holy Master Lin Mubai finally slowly loosened his grip.
He did not try to draw the sword again. Similarly, he did not speak to stop General Jin from drawing the sword. He just sat quietly on the dragon throne. His expression was calm, as if he was waiting for something.
Zuo Xiang Yu Yiping looked at the expression on the face of the Holy Lord Lin Mubai, and his heart moved. Faintly, he probably guessed what the Holy Lord Lin Mubai was thinking.
As the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, the Holy Lord Lin Mubai saw the world in his eyes. This sword can restore the national prestige of the Great Xia Dynasty, but it has already recognized its owner.
In order to forcibly seize a sword of recognition, he became known as an imperial bandit, and even had to kill a very dazzling young genius of the Great Xia Dynasty.
After all, it is not a wise act.
Therefore, he gave up and gave up the act of seizing the sword. Then, the outcome of this matter was already determined. However, this outcome was one that Zuo Xiang Yu Yiping had never thought of.
It was also an ending that the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty did not expect.
And now...
The Holy Emperor Lin Mubai still needs a step, a step that can maintain the majesty of the emperor, and a step that can convince all the civil and military officials of the dynasty.
Of course Zuo Xiang Yu Yiping can serve as this step, but doing so would be tantamount to throwing his face at Fang Zhengzheng's feet and letting him trample on him...
Loss of face.
Zuo Xiang Yu Yiping guessed the holy intention of the Holy Emperor Lin Mubai, but he was unable to do so, so after weighing for a moment, he finally chose to remain silent.
Of course, there was no shortage of smart people among the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty. They could also guess what the Holy Lord Lin Mubai was thinking at this moment, but they were the same as Zuo Xiang Yu Yiping.
It is really difficult for them to surrender at the hands of a civilian who is only fifteen years old and has not yet entered the court.
Jinluan Palace suddenly became quiet at this moment, and it was a bit strangely quiet.
Yan Xiu, Xing Qingsui and others did not speak, Fang Zhengzhi also did not speak, and of course no one from the civil and military officials in the court spoke, so the only sound left was General Jin's heavy breathing, which he made from time to time.
"rise!"
"Oh!"
"rise!"
"Get up, General!"
“…”
This seems to be a deadlock, and in this deadlock, there is another person standing in front of the dragon throne. She is Pingyang, a Pingyang with an excited face.
"Come on, General Jin!"
The clear voice echoed in the Jinluan Palace, with the innocence of watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously. This made General Jin's body tremble again, and he almost fell to the ground.
At this moment, a gentle cough suddenly sounded outside the hall.
Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared at the door of Jinluan Palace. It was an old man who was nearly eighty years old and had some gray hair. His cheeks looked a little thin and his eyes looked a little cloudy. However, the clothes on his body were embroidered with Tenglong. The silver court uniform made no one dare to disrespect him in the slightest.
"Prince Li?!"
After seeing the old man, all the civil and military officials were obviously stunned for a moment, and then all of them showed shocked expressions.
Prince Li, the emperor’s uncle today.
This is an old man who is almost twilight, but no one can ignore his existence.
He was not involved in government affairs, but he was in charge of the military sect of the previous generation. He stood firmly behind the late emperor in the battle for power of the previous generation, and won the throne for the late emperor with his supreme military exploits in the southern and northern expeditions.
This kind of wisdom and foresight once became a legend.
However, what is incomprehensible is that after the late emperor succeeded to the throne, the prince who made great efforts in the battle for the throne announced his withdrawal from the court and took the initiative to hand over military power.
Since then, he has been staying in his mansion, growing flowers, walking birds, and living a very leisurely life.
If Mengtian, the Holy God of War, is a legendary figure in the Great Xia Dynasty, then Prince Li in front of him is a living fossil in the military circles of the Great Xia Dynasty.
"Prince Li is coming to court?!"
The courtiers looked at me and I looked at you, and they couldn't figure out what was going on, until they saw a woman following Prince Li.
It was a woman wearing a pink dress. A purple belt embroidered with gold thread was tied around the woman's waist, showing off the woman's exquisite curves. On the dress, there was a hand embroidered with silver thread. The bird is flying, with its wings fluttering and ready to fly. The bird's eyes are inlaid with a bright golden pearl.
A faint brilliance overflowed from the pearl, like star points.
On the top of the woman's head, there is also a gold hairpin inlaid with jade, which is also in the style of a roc. It is exquisite and exquisite, with its wings spread flat, giving it an aura of overlooking the world.
The woman's expression looked calm, but her eyes were as bright as stars, with world-famous youthfulness.
She followed Prince Li quietly without saying a word, but all the civil and military officials in the court subconsciously focused their attention on her.
because…
She is the proud daughter of the Great Xia Dynasty, the daughter of the Divine Marquis Mansion, the princess of the current dynasty, and Chi Guyan, who ranks first among the Shuanglongs.
"Old minister, see you, Your Majesty!" Prince Li stepped into the Jinluan Palace, but did not leave again. Instead, he bowed directly in front of the palace door.
"Uncle, please get up quickly!" The Holy Master Lin Mubai, who was sitting on the dragon chair, saw the old man about to kneel, and quickly stood up from the dragon chair, holding his hands up.
Prince Li, who was about to kneel down, paused, and then stood up straight again. However, he did not enter the palace, but remained standing at the entrance of the palace, like an old stone sculpture.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
"I wonder why uncle Huang and Guyan came to see me together?" When the Holy Emperor Lin Mubai saw Chi Guyan, a faint light flashed in his eyes.
"The weather has not been very good these days, and I have been feeling bored in the palace. It happened that Gu Yan came to see me, an old man, so he went out for a walk. Unexpectedly, he walked to the Jinluan Palace and disturbed the emperor's handling of political affairs. It's gone." There was an oldness in Prince Li's voice, as if he might be blown down by the wind at any time.
"What did the emperor say? It's not too late to discuss political matters another day. The emperor is entering the palace today. Can I accompany him to sit in the imperial garden now?"
"The emperor appreciates his kindness, but the emperor should give priority to political affairs first. Anyway, the veteran is also a leisurely person and has a lot of time. It doesn't matter if he waits." When Prince Li said this, he looked at him with a pair of turbid eyes. He pointed at the Wuhenjian that was being held by General Jin's hands in the palace. (To be continued.)