Chapter 623 One Hundred Thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals
Just when Fan Xian had just put down his wine glass, a faint sound of music came from the side of the hall.
Amidst the solemn palace music, a eunuch shouted loudly: "Your Majesty is here!"
As the words fell, the entire palace became silent.
The most powerful master in the Qing Kingdom, His Majesty the Emperor, and the Queen, the mistress of the world, slowly walked over from the side and stood in front of the dragon chair with a gentle smile on his face.
"Long live my emperor."
The ministers in front of the palace knelt down to salute respectfully, and the guests from the diplomatic corps bowed to salute. The trace of nervousness that originally remained in the palace was all replaced by an inexplicable solemn feeling.
But at this solemn moment, there was only one person sitting behind the desk, drinking by himself.
Seeing this scene, the queen who accompanied Emperor Qing raised her thin eyebrows slightly, with a hint of anger in her beautiful eyes.
Before she could reprimand her, Emperor Qing raised his hand, looked at Fan Xian and chuckled, "Fan Xielu, are you dissatisfied with me?"
As soon as these words came out, the kneeling ministers suddenly realized that Fan Xian, who had caused rumors in the capital, was still sitting behind the desk.
Fan Xian smiled, put the wine glass on the table, then slowly stood up, came behind the kneeling ministers, and offered his hands in a very perfunctory manner.
"Your Majesty, I am indeed a little dissatisfied."
As soon as the words fell, the ministers on the ground turned their heads in shock and anger, glaring angrily at Fan Xian.
The queen became even more furious and shouted sternly: "How dare you, a mere Xielu Lang, to be arrogant and arrogant, not to kneel before the emperor, and to provoke the majesty of the emperor in front of the palace. I will punish you for the crime of disrespect!" "
"Someone, take this thief..."
"Wait!"
Before he finished speaking, Emperor Qing raised his hand to stop the queen.
Then, he looked at Fan Xian with slightly complicated eyes and spoke slowly.
"I would like to hear what dissatisfaction you have?"
Fan Xian smiled, lowered his arms, glanced at the courtiers kneeling in front of him and said, "My lords, I believe you have also heard the rumors in the capital these days, right?"
"Today in front of all the court officials and His Majesty the Emperor, I feel it is necessary for me to clarify."
"That's not a rumor, it's all true. I am the son of the mistress of the Ye family!"
As soon as this statement came out, the ministers looked surprised, and they all talked and whispered in low voices.
They were surprised not only by Fan Xian's identity, but also by his extremely arrogant behavior.
This is the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, a solemn occasion for His Majesty to entertain the envoys from the two countries!
Fan Xian actually dared to admit that he was rebellious in front of His Majesty and the ministers of the Three Kingdoms, and then bluntly stated that he was dissatisfied with His Majesty, the Supreme Emperor...
Could it be that he didn’t want to live anymore?
All the ministers in the palace were thinking in confusion, completely confused as to what Fan Xian was doing.
Fan Xian's enemies, such as the palace editor Guo Baokun, are all gloating in their hearts at this moment, hoping that Fan Xian will be more reckless so that he can die completely without a burial place.
As for the Northern Qi envoy and the Dongyi envoy, they watched with cold eyes.
But the gloating in their eyes made it clear that they wanted to see this good show to the end.
Fan Xian's voice echoed in the empty hall.
Emperor Qing stared into his eyes expressionlessly and said slowly: "Do you want to seek justice for your mother?"
Fan Xian nodded without hesitation: "That's right."
Emperor Qing felt angry in his heart.
This anger was both dissatisfaction with Fan Xian's wanton behavior and anger with Fan Xian for daring to question himself.
"Nonsense!"
Emperor Qing gave a sharp shout, and all the courtiers in the palace immediately lowered their heads and became silent.
Even the people from the Northern Qi and Dongyi missions no longer dared to watch the show with schadenfreude, and bowed their heads, not wanting to get into trouble.
In the entire palace, only Fan Xian stood with his head held high and looked at Emperor Qing with a smile on his face.
Seeing this scene, Emperor Qing became even more angry.
He turned his head suddenly and glared at Fan Jianda, who was kneeling among the ministers:
"Fan Jian, is this how you discipline your son?"
Before Fan Jian could answer, Fan Xian said leisurely: "I should ask you this!"
Emperor Qing was stunned for a moment, then looked at Fan Xian with a gloomy expression.
After a moment of silence, Emperor Qing's tone softened slightly: "...you know everything?"
Fan Xian nodded matter-of-factly: "Of course."
Emperor Qing stared at him and said, "I see, is this what you rely on?"
"There are indeed problems with Ye's case back then, but...where is this place and what is your identity? How dare you speak nonsense in front of me? Do you really think that you are my son and I don't dare to kill you?! "
Angry roars echoed in the empty Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.
Everyone who heard this sentence, whether it was the royal family competing for the crown prince and the second prince, or the courtiers of the Qing Kingdom and the two countries' missions, all looked shocked, and were so shocked by the meaning of these words that they could not speak. speak out.
...Fan Xian is really the emperor's illegitimate son? !
The crown prince and the second prince both looked at Fan Xian with complicated expressions, and their hearts seemed to be filled with turmoil.
But Fan Xian didn't care. Instead, he shook his head and said, "My name is Fan Xian. I am the son of Ye Qingmei and also the son of Fan Jian. But I cannot be your son."
At this point, Emperor Qing calmed down from his extreme anger and began to feel that something was wrong.
He looked at Fan Xian suspiciously and suddenly said in a cold voice: "Come here, take Fan Xian down and take him to the Supervisory Yuan prison!"
As soon as these words came out, the imperial guards in the palace who had been ready to take action immediately took action.
But Fan Xian didn't make the slightest move, he just stood there and looked at Emperor Qing mockingly.
Just when dozens of guards were about to approach Fan Xian, an extremely powerful wave of air poured in from outside the palace, like a long dragon, instantly knocking away all the guards around Fan Xian.
Dozens of guards all flew upside down, spanning a distance of more than ten meters, and crashed into the walls and pillars of the palace.
In just a moment, the entrance to the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests was filled with the bodies of guards.
Although they were all still alive and could even cry out in pain, for some reason, the meridians of all the guards were blocked and they were unable to move.
Seeing this scene, the queen was horrified and shouted: "Guard!"
In an instant, figures rushed over from all directions, including the guards who were already in the palace and the masters hiding in the dark.
These people were either guarding Emperor Qing and the Empress, or they were rushing towards Fan Xian and the mysterious masters outside the palace.
At this time, all the courtiers in the palace did not care about etiquette. They stood up from the ground in shock or anger, and ran towards the palace guards for protection.
Those ministers with martial arts skills pulled out their sabers from the waists of the imperial guards and guarded them in front of the emperor's frame to show their loyalty.
For a moment, the whole palace was in panic, and all the human conditions were revealed in this short period of time.
But at this moment, Emperor Qing no longer had time to examine who was a loyal minister and who was a coward.
He slowly raised his head and looked out of the hall expressionlessly.
I saw a man in black clothes walking in from outside the palace. He waved his right hand gently, and the surging energy roared out, knocking down all the masters in the palace who rushed towards him and towards Fan Xian.
Emperor Qing noticed that this person only used one hand when he shot from a distance.
In his other hand, he was still holding the collar of an unconscious man.
"...It's Eunuch Hong!"
Yun Zhilan, the only ninth-level master of Dongyi City who remained calm in the palace, now had a look of shock on his face.
"Isn't it said outside that Eunuch Hong Sixiang of Nanqing Palace is the fourth great master in the world?"
"He...how could he..."
Before he finished speaking, Yun Zhilan seemed to have thought of something and looked at the man in black in disbelief.
"You...you are the mysterious grand master of Northern Qi who massacred the ascetic monks in the temple?!"
Yun Zhilan's exclamation was still very clear in the palace.
But neither Emperor Qing nor Fan Xian nor Ya Mu paid attention to his exclamation.
Fan Xian turned around and greeted Ya Mu with a smile.
"Brother Mu, I'm sorry, I called you back before we even arrived at the temple."
"It doesn't matter. I am the time traveler in this world. How could I miss this kind of thing?"
Yamu replied softly, while letting go of Eunuch Hong's collar, and swung it out, knocking down the famous palace guard on the spot.
Emperor Qing looked at the two of them expressionlessly and said, "So this is what you rely on... Where is Wu Zhu, is he here too?"
Fan Xian shook his head and said, "Uncle Wu Zhu doesn't need to take action against you."
Emperor Qing suddenly laughed: "Although I don't understand why you want to take action against your biological father at this time, it is a bit too contemptuous for a mere great master to want to take my life in the palace. Am I done?"
"Okay." Fan Xian sighed, "Just accept the judgment of fate honestly. I know all your trump cards. I also know that you are the Grand Master."
"I also know that the imperial guards from Kyoto are coming. It won't be long before the palace will be completely surrounded."
Emperor Qing couldn't help but be surprised as to why Fan Xian knew the secret he had hidden for more than ten years. He immediately sneered and said, "Since you know everything, why do you dare to come here to seek death?"
Fan Xian grinned, showing his white teeth: "Guess."
After saying that, Fan Xian took out the Void Jade Tag and sent a message: "That's it, the show is about to begin!"
When the news came out, thunder suddenly rolled in the sky outside the palace.
Countless dark clouds rolled over and overturned, covering the entire palace in an instant.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the golden thunderbolt that was embraced by several people crashed down, instantly shattering the vault of the entire palace, and all the bricks and wood were annihilated into powder in the violent thunder.
In the blink of an eye, the entire palace was split into an open-air building.
The dim and blue nebula night sky was instantly revealed in front of everyone in the hall.
The Imperial Guards who were rushing to the palace to escort him were so shocked by this scene that they stopped in their tracks.
The people in the city were also awakened by the loud thunder, and they all stood up to check in confusion.
"Boom!"
In the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, Emperor Qing and his courtiers all raised their heads and stared blankly at the clouds above their heads.
I saw countless golden thunders surging among the clouds, suddenly turning into thunder dragons, and suddenly turning into thunder beads.
And above the rolling thunderclouds, three tall and mighty golden-armored god generals came stepping on the clouds.
The man at the head was holding a dazzling golden sword, with a heroic face and a majestic temperament. The black gold armor he wore all over his body was wrapped with golden thunder. He looked as majestic and inviolable as the bright sun.
Behind him, countless banners covered the sky and the sun, and countless silver-armored god generals were standing in the clouds holding magic weapons. They were shadowy and layered, like stepping on a cloud ladder. There were at least a hundred thousand people in sight!
The Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, the entire palace, and the entire capital all saw the magnificent scene of the arrival of hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers.
Everyone was staring at the sky blankly, and the scenes described in "Journey to the West" could not help but appear in their minds.
"One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals..."
"It turns out... there really is heaven in this world!"