Chapter 472 The military parade of the Xinliang King, Lao Liang King died at the death
The Imperial Heavenly Prison has the honor of not kneeling when facing the saint. The Qingcheng King Wu Lingsu, who looked like a true person, also received this treatment. However, after seeing His Majesty the Emperor and His Royal Highness, he still knelt down respectfully. The Imperial Heavenly Prison originally stood and bowed according to the usual rules, but when he saw that the capital of the Northern Dao was acting like this, he had to kneel down and knock on the saint. Only the little sergeant never bends his knees. The Emperor of the Zhao family was not angry, but was very happy. Prince Zhao Zhuan quickly stepped forward and pinched the child’s cheek. The sergeant, nicknamed “Little Bookcase”, was a little annoyed. Seeing this, the emperor laughed happily. After curling his smile, he took the lead in entering the building and arrived at Tongtiantai on the top floor. Prince Zhao Zhuan wandered in front of the bookcase where he needed to set up a ladder to get the books above. Wu Lingsu and Song Yujing were careful, but His Highness the Crown Prince was famous for being good at speaking, having a good temper and kind heart, but Wu and Song were not too restrained. When the prince joked that he liked his daughter more, he asked Wu Lingsu, who once used the art of congratulating the famous ministers in the capital, whether there was any way to give birth to a son or a daughter for the first child. This made the King of Qingcheng dumbfounded and didn’t know how to answer. Song Yujing, who had a scheming personality, smiled knowingly and thought that the prince’s prince was really unreducing his innocent heart, which was not easy. With such a crown prince, it must be a great blessing for this dynasty.
Outside the building, there is a star-picking road made of 81 pieces of white marble, which suddenly crosses six feet away from the attic. The Emperor of Zhao and the Little Superintendent walked on the flawless “beam of heaven and earth”. The child with aura seemed to be afraid of this middle-aged man sitting on the dragon throne, and the emperor did not mind this little thing at all. There were too many people in the world who were willing to be a dog for him. There were one or two who were not afraid of him and did not threaten him. It was not a bad thing or a good thing. But the world is not afraid of him at all. There is this small bookcase near him, and the far away one is not talking about the Beimang barbarians, but they can count them with one hand, and among the other hand, there is only one that can make him afraid! Then this guy was about to die. How could he not want to laugh? He laughed loudly. The Emperor of the Zhao family stretched out his finger and pointed at the northwest of the Dynasty. Then he retracted and clenched his fists, bent down and giggled his belly, but suppressed his laughter and looked straight at the roof of a hall. There, three people used to drink to discuss heroes, and together they created the great cause of the Liyang Dynasty, but they all ended up dead! Well die! The oldest one, if he doesn’t die, he will not be able to ascend the throne! The bald donkey died at the Iron Gate Pass, but it was a bit of a pity. In the end, the prince who was about to lie in the coffin chose to watch coldly when he fought for the throne, which made him extremely hated! In his opinion, this old guy died too late.
The Emperor of the Zhao family turned around and touched the head of the Imperial Supervision Superintendent beside him, and asked with a smile: “Little bookcase, do you say that it is safe to give him a good posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous post
Being with your lord is like being with a tiger.
If those tigers and old foxes who have been contemplating the emperor’s heart for most of their lives can immediately speak from the king’s wordsIt tastes really good.
But Xiao Jianzheng said with a stern look: “My grandfather of the Jianzheng said before his death that as soon as the new calendar of our Imperial Heaven Supervision came out, we robbed the two monks in white-clothed Zen temples with ulterior motives. Whether the King of Beiliang was given a bad posthumous posthumous or was awarded a beautiful posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumou The little bookcase thought about it and said with a smile: “Grandpa Jianzheng taught me five ways to end the attack and defense. I know the first four things, but I don’t understand the turn. However, Grandpa Jianzheng said, don’t worry, when I understand, you can call Huang Laoer to Tai’an City to talk. Grandpa Jianzheng also said that if you want Huang Sanjia to be subtracted by one a., there are only two people who have the chance, and I will count as one.”
Looking at the child pointing at his innocent appearance, the Emperor Zhao family was very happy. He took off a jade pendant hanging on his waist that could be called a priceless city, and smiled and said: “Then I will not humiliate myself. I will give you the jade pendant, and it’s okay to give it to someone. Haha, my Liyang has indeed emerged with talents. Huang Longshi, a madman, deserves no support in his old age and no grave to die.”
The little bookcase chuckled softly, holding the jade pendant in both hands, “Then I have seen a palace maid sister. I like it after a glance. If you can see her next time, I’ll give her the jade pendant.”
Li Yang Mingjun, who won the title of emperors of all dynasties with diligence and diligence, smiled and nodded, “Uncle the Emperor tells you that the jade pendant must be given to her when you grow up, and then you will have a wife. Don’t worry, I will help you find the palace maid first and keep it for you.”
The small bookcase sucked the rice with a chicken pecked at the rice and nodded vigorously.
As the spring breeze blew on his face, the Emperor of Zhao turned around and walked towards the attic, with a sneer on his lips. Li Yang rewarded posthumous titles according to the law, and the posthumous titles were divided into Wenwu. The posthumous titles were started with the word “Wen” and the word “zheng”, which were followed by the word “Zheng”, followed by the 24 characters such as Zhen, Zhong, Duan, Kang, and Yi. The posthumous titles of military officials were relatively low and the number of words were small, but they were still divided into eighteen levels, so there were two statements: “Scholars should be granted twenty-four” and “A real man should be granted eighteen”. Most of the important officials in the temple have died in recent years. Although these old people are not exaggerated to have won the titles of Zheng, Zhen, Zhong and Duan, in the eyes of the world, “Wenkang” and “Wenyi” are always unavailable. For example, the two masters of the Song family, as well as the leader of the Qing Party and the Shangzhu Kingdom, Lu Feiji, who has experienced three dynasties, are all listed here. Unfortunately, these guys are not safe in their later years. Although they are among the twenty-four posthumous titles, their posthumous titles are extremely low. On the contrary, the Lu family, whose family was far less famous than Song Lu, was expected to pick two of these beautiful posthumous posthumous posthumous titles.
Xu Xiao
I don’t give you any evil posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous
After you die, no matter how brave the fence-bearer is, he will give you the last journey with ridicule.
This night, there was nothing unusual about the Qingliangshan Palace, which was used to the fact that Lao Liang could not hide his fatigue. He also felt that he might get up tomorrow and he could see the scene of the old man walking with the young Liang King in a certain place in the mansion.