The hall was completely silent, and it took a long time for the surrounding civil and military officials to come back to their senses from the dance.
"This... this, how come the little guy suddenly turned into a woman again."
"Did this Western Region woman really come out of the box just now?"
"It's really mysterious."
"I'm afraid he's not much inferior to the Imperial Master."
"Humph, you dare to show off your insignificant tricks in front of the Imperial Master. It's just that the Imperial Master is not in the court, otherwise, these foreign barbarians would definitely know what the true method of the gods is."
All kinds of whispers were heard among the civil and military officials. The woman did not disappear, or return to the gilded copper lock box. With a smile on her lips, she stretched out her hand to smooth her hair, listening to all kinds of words around her. Suddenly, she lifted her long sleeves, pursed her red lips and blew into her palms. Suddenly, feather wings floated in the air, flapping, and countless colorful butterflies appeared, fluttering in the hall.
Some of them flew over the guards in front of the golden steps, flapped their wings and landed on Yang Guang who was standing in front of the dragon throne. The latter reached out to catch it, and Yang Su's voice suddenly rang out: "How dare you—"
clang!
There was a loud sound of golden bell, and a cold light was drawn out of the scabbard. Before Yang Guang could react, he only felt a flash of silver light passing through his vision. The butterfly that landed on his fingertips instantly separated its wings and body, broke into two pieces, and turned into smoke and drifted away.
"How dare you show off your tricks in the Golden Palace? You don't know whether you live or die."
Yang Su swung his magic sword and walked to the side of the emperor. He looked serious and said, "Leaders and subordinates, take him down and throw him into the prison. If you dare to resist, I will kill you with one sword!"
The old man's voice was so powerful that the window frames around the hall were buzzing. The guards on guard in the hall heard his words and rushed over with their swords drawn. The woman standing in the middle had tears in her eyes. She looked at the soldiers coming over in panic and knelt on the ground trembling.
"slow!"
On the golden steps, Yang Guang raised his hand and asked the soldiers to retreat. He smiled and looked at Yang Su on the side, "Duke Yue, don't be angry. This is just a trick. I think it's not bad. Don't embarrass a woman. If you tell others, it will damage the reputation of our Great Sui Dynasty."
In such a situation, the old man knew that he could not reason with the emperor as he usually did. He glared at the Western woman below and put his sword back into its sheath.
"Your Majesty is young, and I don't want to hurt your lives. If you dare to tease Your Majesty again, I will kill you without mercy."
Yang Guang's eyelids twitched, but he didn't even look at the old man. A smile appeared on his face. He went back to sit on the dragon throne and cast his gaze at the Yiwulu envoy.
"Haha, this is the little gift you guys gave me? It's really interesting. I accept it."
At this time, among the civil and military officials, Min Changwen pursed his lips, walked out, stood to the side of the aisle, and bowed: "Your Majesty, it is better not to take the women from the Western Regions into the harem."
Hahaha-
The emperor's laughter suddenly rang out from the dragon throne above, which blocked the words that Min Changwen had prepared in his heart. He was stunned for a moment, and then he heard Yang Guang wave his hand: "Minister Min, you are worrying too much. This is just a joke."
Then, he looked at the woman from the Western Regions, paused, and spoke again.
"I have never thought of taking a national teacher as my concubine, don't you think so, young lady?"
"ah?"
This time, the civil and military officials were in an uproar. They knew about the envoy, but they did not have more detailed information like Yang Guang. When they heard that the little person who changed from the size of a thumb into a woman from the Western Regions in the blink of an eye was the State Master of Yiwu, they could not help but frown.
"As the teacher of a country, you actually acted like this. Aren't you ashamed?"
“… In my opinion, it is shameful for Yiwu to let a woman be the national teacher.”
"Stop talking, I think there is nothing wrong with a woman being the national teacher. Talent is the only thing to be chosen, not gender. Maybe the foreign countries in the Western Regions think it is reasonable."
Over there, the woman raised her face, and slowly stepped back with her bare feet, grabbing the long sleeves that were dragging on the ground to cover her slender body. In the blink of an eye, the gauze dress turned into a wine-red robe, decorated with silver ornaments and agates. As she walked barefoot, she aroused the beauty that made people reach out to hold her. Her veil fluttered, and the woman curled her red lips and spoke in the Central Plains Chinese language, bowing gracefully.
"Ibti Haji, I pay my respects to your Majesty."
"Get up."
Yang Guang looked at the suddenly changed beauty from the Western Regions for a moment, collected his thoughts, took a deep breath, as if to get rid of the enchanting eyes and red lips of this woman in his mind, and cast his gaze towards the envoys from the Turks, Gaochang and Tuyuhun.
"Call out the imperial masters of your three families as well."
Qu Boya, the King of Gaochang, who was sandwiched between the Turks, Tuyuhun and Yiwulu, looked around and hurried out.
"Your Majesty, Gaochang does not have an imperial teacher, and will not bring one."
It seems that we are not of the same mind. Yang Guang stroked the armrest and nodded: "Well, it seems that Gaochang Kingdom is small and weak. I should take good care of you."
The remaining Turkic envoys and Murong Shun of Tuyuhun lowered their heads. Before they could say anything, a strong wind blew in outside the hall.
"Hahahaha, Tuyuhun Buddha Lianzun pays homage to the Emperor of Sui!"
At the entrance of the hall, a beardless old monk, wearing a khaki robe, Buddhist beads, and a cane, walked in. Two or three steps beside him was a burly man with disheveled hair. Between his leather coats hung many bottles and jars with talismans attached to them.
Seeing Yang Guang on the Dragon Court, he snorted coldly, raised his hand casually, and turned his face away.
"Turkic White Wolf Cult, Anashi has met the emperor of the upper country."
“Bold!”
"The barbarians in the north dare to act so presumptuously in the palace!"
Seeing this, the civil and military officials around rolled up their sleeves and shouted, as if they were going to teach this barbarian a lesson. Anashi glanced to both sides, as if he was too lazy to look anymore, and looked up at the golden steps.
"I heard that your country's national master has profound magical powers, so I came here to learn from him. If he is not here, that's fine. I heard that your grand master is also very powerful."
Hearing this, not only Yang Guang, but also Yang Su, who was standing beside with a sword in hand, couldn't help laughing, "Your Majesty, just do as he wishes."
The emperor suppressed his smile and raised his hand to call over a eunuch.
"Go and tell Grand Tutor Yuwen Tuo to come to Daxing Palace."
"yes!"
The eunuch waiting at the golden steps bowed and said something. Just as he turned around and took two steps, a voice was heard outside the hall.
"What does your majesty want to call Tuo for?!"
A figure dragged his cloak and stepped up the white rock steps, holding the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, and crossed the threshold. The divine power seeped out of his armor, and Anashi's face suddenly showed solemnity. The Tuyuhun State Master next to him twitched his eyelids, glanced at the broadsword in the other's hand, turned around and bowed his head to Longting Shuyin.
"Your Majesty, we are not here to fight, but to compare the way of cultivation with your country's national master."
Yuwen Tuo picked up the Xuanyuan Sword, tucked it under his armpit, and looked at the three foreign national masters with his arms folded. He snorted coldly and said, "Even I don't dare, so how can you be worthy?"
… However, the Turkic national teacher has a familiar aura…
He looked very much like the Turkic high priest whom I killed with my sword three years ago. Could it be that they were from the same school? Was he here to seek revenge
While listening to the emperor talking to the old monk with a cane, an old man in a white robe and green shirt slowly walked up outside the palace gate.
"I told you not to walk so fast. What if you waited for me? Didn't we say we were going to have breakfast? Where are we now?"
An old voice suddenly spread out. Fo Lianzun, who was talking to the Emperor of Sui, turned around and glanced. The old man who came with his hands behind his back had snow-white hair and a pair of unblinking eyes. He looked straight ahead, walked to the palace door, and casually lifted his foot and stepped over.
Fo Lianzun was somewhat surprised. The other party gave him the feeling of returning to nature. After all, how could someone who could appear in the palace be an ordinary person? Looking at his age, could it be that... this old man was the imperial teacher of the Sui Dynasty
The old monk took a look at Yuwen Tuo who was reaching out to help the old man, and he was more certain of the other party's identity. A smile immediately broke out on his face, and he walked forward with his crutches.
"Amitabha, I am good at enlightenment and I can also turn beans into soldiers. I would like to compete with you."
After he finished speaking, he quickly added another sentence.
"No fighting, just showing off my magic skills."
Are you talking to me
Wang Banxia was stunned. Where the hell did I come from? I got up so early in the morning and came out to have breakfast. I haven't even washed my face yet, and I'm here to fight with me? !
What a ghost!