Feed the chicken, feed the chicken...
The prince was silent for a long time, and he couldn't say what he was going to say later. The fourth prince opened his mouth, and finally managed to say a word, and said loudly: "How can you feed the royal father's reward to the chickens?"
Chen Zi shrank his head, as if a little scared, raised his feet and moved to the side of the third prince. He had seen it long ago that the third prince and the prince were not in the same group, and it was always right to hide behind their opponents.
Sure enough, the third prince, who was at one point, saw Chen Ziqi leaning towards him, and immediately said, "What are you bullying Xiaoqi? He just entered the palace, how do you know these rules."
"What's the noise?" Just as he was talking, King Qi, who had changed into his training clothes, came over, and the children stopped talking immediately.
The second prince, Chaochen Ziqi, gave him a reassuring look, indicating that he could stand beside him.
Chen Ziqi lowered his eyes, pretended not to see, and stood in place without moving.
"If this prince doesn't come, you won't practice on your own, right?" Like every master who hates iron but not steel, King Qi was very distressed at the laziness of these princes, so they immediately set up their horses and took their roots. The thin bamboo sticks clapped his palms one by one, "The eighth day of next month will be the canonization ceremony of the crown prince. At that time, the major sects will come to watch the ceremony. Today, we will not learn the moves, but will talk about the practice of the major sects."
The princes immediately jumped up and down. They didn't need to learn moves, which meant that they didn't need to practice martial arts this morning, just listened to them.
"However," King Qi held up the small bamboo stick and slapped Amu, who was not in a standard posture, "the horse stance still needs enough time, and the things you talk about today will be tested in the school tomorrow, and those who fail to answer will be punished."
"Hmm..." Amu rubbed his buttocks with his short hands and continued to squat.
Today, it is divided into several major forces, Sword League, Qi Zong and Xuan Dao.
The Sword League is a loose alliance, consisting of several major sword schools and the small schools under their jurisdiction; Qi Zong is several sects in the same line, they have a common ancestor, and the basic exercises are "Tianyan Wanxiang Gong" , and the power laws on the basis are different.
"Uncle Huang, what is Xuan Dao?" Chen Ziqi listened very seriously, and even took a pen and wrote it down on the paper. It's just that although he is literate, he can't write much, and many things can only be done by drawing.
"Xuanzhe, black is also." King Qi said inexplicably. In fact, to put it bluntly, there are some evil sects and crooked ways, the three religions and nine streams, these people are not easy to manage, and they are not the same as the famous schools such as the Sword League and Qi Zong.
"Is the head of the profound way the Guiyun Palace?" The third prince asked, and he never understood this question.
Guiyun Palace is a very special existence in Jianghu. It has nothing to do with Sword Alliance and Qi Zong, but it is very powerful, and all sects are afraid of it.
Take the title on the royal side as an example.
Back then, when Taizuzu conquered the world, he relied on his friends from the rivers and lakes. After he succeeded, he awarded titles to the heads of major sects. The Sword League leader and the Qi Zong suzerain are both princes. It can be said that as long as you become the leader of the alliance or the suzerain, you will become a noble prince.
The position of the Duke is already a very high honor, but the Lord of Guiyun Palace is a prince!
"Guiyun Palace doesn't care about Xuandao, so no one cares about Xuandao." King Qi waved his hands and said, asking several princes to write down the titles and names of the heads of these sects, so as not to meet the caller during the canonization ceremony. No name.
Chen Ziqi memorized the ghost-drawn talismans on the paper, but he couldn't remember some complicated titles later, so he gave up and listened to the scriptures with his chin up. Quietly took out a handful of cherries and threw them into the placket to feed the chickens.
Dan Yi lay in Chen Ziqi's clothes, waiting for the cherries to fall with her mouth open. After eating the sweet and sour cherries, she turned her head and rubbed her tender yellow mouth on the soft snow satin shirt. Turning his head to look at the clothes stained with cherry juice, the little red bird was a little dissatisfied, and stretched out his claws to tug at it. No matter how soft the snow satin is, it is not as comfortable as the tender skin.
In the afternoon, the prince went to the ceremonial division to learn the etiquette of the canonization ceremony, and the other princes left school ahead of schedule.
"Brother, I don't remember what Uncle Huang will ask tomorrow." Amu grabbed Chen Ziqi's clothes and frowned. He is small and can't stand squatting. His legs tremble after squatting for a while every day. If he is punished again, he will definitely not be able to bear it.
"I don't remember either." Chen Ziqi looked at his ghost painting and sighed.
"Didn't Xiao Qi learn it?" A soft voice came from behind him. It should have been warm and pleasant, but the second prince was fourteen years old this year, and he had just started to change his voice.
"Second emperor brother." Chen Ziqi turned to greet him.
"If you want to learn, you can go to Fengyi Palace and I will teach you." The second prince smiled slightly. Although Chen Ziqi came from a very low background, but he has a favored mother, and she is also smart, worthy of attracting.
Chen Ziqi lowered his head and rolled his eyes. The prince and the second prince do not deal with each other, just like the two gangs in Jiuru Town are fighting for territory. Naturally, they want to attract more people, which is very powerful. As a small gangster, he still needs to find a big brother. After thinking about it, he raised his head again and put on a bright smile: "That's great, thank you Second Emperor."
Dan Yi looked up at Chen Ziqi's expression, feeling a little irritable. When Chen Ziqi came out of Fengyi Palace and met the prince again, this irritability reached its peak.
"Lao Qi, what are you doing at Fengyi Palace?" The prince narrowed his eyes as he looked at the snacks and toys that Fuxi was carrying.
That set of nine chain rings inlaid with agate was given to the second child by the father three years ago. The second child has always been a treasure, but now he has changed hands to give away the seventh. He just sealed the crown prince, and the second child began to blatantly win over the brother. What does this mean
"I didn't remember the title of the sect today, the second emperor promised to teach me." Chen Ziqi whispered, bowing his head and pursing his lips, as if a little scared.
"Really," the prince stared at him meaningfully for a while, "Next time if you don't understand, just come to the East Palace and ask me. No matter what, Fengyi Palace is still the queen's bedroom, and it's inconvenient for you as a prince to come and go."
In the Yuzhang harem, the prince can live in the same palace with his mother and concubine until the age of fourteen. This year, the second prince just turned fourteen years old and has not had time to move out.
"Okay, then next time I'll go to the East Palace to find the prince's brother." Chen Ziqi raised his head and smiled innocently.
The prince nodded in satisfaction and swaggered away.
Chen Ziqi looked at the prince's back, bared his teeth, the bosses of the two gangsters wanted to win him over, how could this be good? Xiao Chen once said that one man does not make two gangs of dogs...
In the evening, Chen Ziqi held the pamphlet given to him by the second prince and studied it painstakingly.
"Master of the Sword Alliance, Duke Ling..."
"Sect Master Qi Zong, Duke Wan Guo..."
"Guiyun Palace..."
Lying on the table, facing the fluffy chick, Chen Ziqi was unraveling the nine series while carrying a book, looking at the bored-looking god chicken, and couldn't help complaining: "God chicken, you said I'm reciting this. What's the use? Even if these people come, they won't talk to me."
The leader of the Sword Alliance is the grandfather of the second prince, and the lord of Qi Zong is the prince's grandfather...
"Jiu!" Dan Yi tilted her head to look at Chen Ziqi, a little worried. This little bastard, without the blessing of this seat, it is estimated that it will be difficult for him to grow up safely.
"Hey, forget it, you don't understand." Chen Ziqi pouted, grabbed the little red bird in front of him, buried the tip of his nose in the fluff, and rubbed it back and forth.
"Jiu Jiu Jiu!" Dan Yi used his small paws to slam Chen Ziqi's chin. Before the little bastard grew up safely, this seat was probably played to death by him!
The moon is in the middle of the sky, the Taizhen Palace, and the Zhaixing Pavilion.
The national teacher in simple clothes is sitting under the lamp, with his slender fingers twisting a long twisted silver wire, stringing pearls up one by one. After stringing one, he reached out to the silver plate and took one, but he felt a fluffy and warm bird's head, and his fingertips trembled.
"Young Master." The national teacher got up and saluted the little red bird.
Dan Yi looked at him and made a "chirp".
After Chen Ziqi woke up, the little red bird disappeared. This guy is a god, and he doesn't see him often. Chen Ziqi doesn't care. After looking around, he can't find it.
However, it didn't come back. From that day on, Chen Ziqi didn't see the little red bird for half a month. This made him a little worried, and he wanted to go to the Taizhen Palace to ask the national teacher, but he was suffering from tight homework and no chance in these days. With this delay, it was time for the canonization ceremony.
The canonization ceremony was held in the Tai Chi Palace.
Taiji Palace belongs to the outer palace, and it is the place where the royal family holds ceremonies and banquets. In front of the main hall is a very broad flat land, built in a sunken way, a foot lower than the palace gate. The ground is paved with black and white marble, in the form of a huge Tai Chi figure.
It is convenient for singing and dancing performances, and also for guests to learn skills.
The sixteen carved wooden doors of the main hall were all opened, and the royal family and distinguished guests sat in the hall, while the rest sat around the Taiji map.
Chen Ziqi followed a group of princes standing in front of the hall, looking out curiously, all kinds of martial arts people and officials were lined up around the Taiji map, looking at the deep pit of 10 feet, I wonder if someone would drink too much and planted in it. .
"The Duke of Wanguo is here!" The Rites sang outside. In the DPRK, the names of the rivers and lakes are not mentioned, only the titles are commensurate.
The prince stood at the forefront, and he couldn't help but smile when he heard this.
"Hahahaha..." A burst of deafening laughter like Hong Zhong broke through the air, causing Chen Ziqi's ears to hurt. With white eyebrows and white beard, with a childlike face, it was Luo Hongfeng, the sect master of Qi Sect. He glanced at the large pond that was 100 feet wide, stomped his feet lightly, lifted his breath, and jumped to the front of the hall in an instant.
"My minister, Luo Hongfeng, see the emperor." Luo Hongfeng knelt down and saluted. As the grandfather of the imperial concubine, he was seventy-eight years old this year, but his face looked like he was only in his forties.
Chen Ziqi pondered secretly, and heard that people with high martial arts have longer lifespans than ordinary people, and a great master like Luo Hongfeng should be able to live to be more than 150 years old.
"Emperor Wanguo, please get up quickly." Emperor Zhenglong stepped forward immediately, grabbed Luo Hongfeng's arm, and helped him up.
"Haha, Your Majesty, stay safe." Duke Wanguo smiled and greeted, looked at the Prince beside the Emperor, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Brother Luo, why don't you wait for me!" Before he could finish speaking, the ceremonial official over there sang in harmony, saying that Duke Ling had arrived. As soon as everyone's eyes bloomed, they saw a person wearing a gray-white Taoist robe, carrying a big sword behind him, and flying to the front of the hall.
The person who came was the leader of the Sword Alliance, that is, Duke Ling, Huang Huaxian.
Ling Guogong saluted, but did not see the emperor take them in. Luo Hongfeng stroked his snow-white beard, pondered for a moment and said, "Why, is Guiyun Palace coming today?"
"King Feng won't come, but the prince will come." The prince explained to his grandfather in a low voice, and couldn't help but puff out his chest proudly.
Guiyun Palace has always been arrogant, and even if it is invited by the royal family, it does not give much face. This time for his canonization ceremony, although the palace master did not come, he promised to keep the young master in the palace for some time, which was an honor that his father and emperor did not have in those days.
"Prince Feng, what's your name?" The third prince became nervous, forgot the name that was not easy to remember, and asked the second prince beside him in a low voice.
Chen Ziqi also pricked up his ears to listen.
The second prince raised his head and looked at a soft sedan chair floating in the distance: "Prince Feng's name is Dan Yi."
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