Chapter 95: The sons and daughters of the Jianghu compete for position!

Liu Qinglian chuckled and said, "Do you really think I'm stupid? Generally speaking, what I say is indisputable, but most of them are doing things secretly!"

Zhou Zhiruo also said quietly: "Sister Xiaozhao, you have been serving me in front of my senior brother all these years. I heard that many people below secretly call you their mistress!"

Liu Qinglian held down the sword at her waist with one hand and said, "Tell me, how far have you and my brother developed?"

Xiao Zhao looked at the two women a little aggrievedly at first, but when he saw that they were not moved at all and looked like they were about to take action, he immediately pinched his waist with his hands and snorted.

"In that case, I won't pretend anymore."

"You asked how far the master and I have developed. As you thought, we have done everything we need to do except for the last step!"

"What do you mean?" Zhou Zhiruo, who had always maintained a calm expression, couldn't hold it anymore at this moment.

"That's the literal meaning!" Xiao Zhao said with a smile: "I will take care of the young master even when he takes a bath. What else can it mean?"

Liu Qinglian snorted, "What's the matter? A young master from a wealthy family shouldn't find a maid for a trial marriage before getting married?"

When Xiao Zhao said this, his face turned pale and he clenched his hands tightly. Why does this guy named Liu have such a poisonous mouth?

"What, you're not convinced and you want to hit me?"

With a cry of sadness, Liu Qinglian drew out the long sword from her waist, pointed at Xiao Zhao, and then pointed at Zhou Zhiruo.

"We are all children of the Jianghu. We don't play the harem thing of jealousy and overt and covert fighting. Today, we will use martial arts to decide who is the boss of the harem!

The winner is the queen, the loser is obedient, and no one is allowed to cause trouble in the future. Do you dare to compete?"

"Compete!"

Zhou Zhiruo returned to the palace and took out the Yitian Sword that was placed on the table last night.

Xiao Zhao also returned to a certain room and pulled out two iron chains from inside.

This iron chain is made of meteorite iron, the material is extraordinary, and she has been wearing it since she was a child, so she has long been accustomed to using it as a weapon.

"Very good. It seems that both of you are well prepared. Let's each speak according to our abilities today!"

Among them, Liu Qinglian has the highest cultivation level. According to the cultivation level of Bronze Mirror, she is already at the eighth level of the Houtian realm, which is similar to her cultivation level when she first met Song Xuan.

Zhou Zhiruo and Xiao Zhao are slightly different in cultivation, but the weapons they hold are made of extraordinary materials. If they were to fight, it's hard to say who would win and who would lose.

As soon as the words fell, the three of them took action at the same time. For a moment, the sword light flashed, the iron chains were flying in the air, and the roar of weapons clashing suddenly sounded outside the palace.

This huge movement quickly attracted the Ouchi guards stationed in the palace, but after seeing the three figures fighting clearly, the guards turned around and retreated in a tacit understanding, sealing off the outside of the palace and prohibiting anyone from entering rashly.

Everyone knew that they could not afford to offend any of the three people inside. The most important thing at this time was to seal off the palace to prevent outsiders from seeing it, and then send people to quickly spread the news to His Majesty.

The area around the campus outside Nancheng is already crowded with people. Today is the day when Emperor Wu of the Wu Dynasty worships heaven and ascends the throne. Almost all the people in the imperial capital who can move are here.

Some people who couldn't squeeze into the school grounds were lying on taller buildings nearby, looking at it from a distance.

Outside the south of the city, there was a huge flow of people. Lao Liu, the commander of the Tsing Yi Guards, mobilized 20,000 Tsing Yi Guards. They all carried bows and arrows on their backs, carried long knives on their waists, and even had black muskets hung on their horses, forming a line of formations.

The cordon blocked the surging flow of people outside.

In the school grounds, countless elite soldiers, all well-equipped with armor and with high morale, and with indescribable pride in their expressions, had been standing neatly on the school grounds, forming neat square formations one after another, waiting for His Majesty's review!

When the sun first rose, Emperor Wu Song Xuan rode the emperor's chariot slowly into the school grounds with three thousand green-clad guards leading the way, amidst the grand music.

Pulled by twelve uniform horses, in front of the emperor's chariot, there are dense yellow banners, missionary flags, admonishment flags, green dragon banners, white tiger banners, Xuanwu banners, as well as various single-dragon fans, double-dragon fans, and embroidered fans. etc., showing the majesty, vastness and solemnity of the emperor.

Behind the emperor's chariot, the Jiaofang Department of the Ministry of Civil Affairs played grand and loud music, followed closely by the civil and military officials, walking slowly.

Amidst the magnificent music, Song Xuan, followed by hundreds of officials, arrived at the center of the school grounds, where a tall and wide rooftop stood.

Song Xuan stepped out of the chariot and looked around.

Then, under the enthusiastic admiration of countless people and soldiers, he climbed the stairs step by step and reached the top of the high platform.

On the high platform, there is a square table with three bowls of wine on it.

Song Xuan picked up the first bowl of wine, raised it high above his head, and looked up to the nine heavens.

"I, Song Xuan, declare to the Emperor and Empress Tu, the ancestor of China!"

Sprinkling the wine on the ground, Song Xuan picked up the second bowl again and continued: "It has been more than a hundred years since the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty, the invasion of barbarians, and the invasion of the Central Plains by foreigners.

And I will obey God's will, drive out the Tatars, restore China, and shine my Han family thousands of miles away."

After the second glass of wine was spilled, Song Xuan picked up the third bowl of wine, looked up to the sky and said in a deep voice: "I, Song Xuan, make an altar to worship the heaven, and declare to the heaven and the earth——

Today, on the first day of the first lunar month, we will establish the country "Wu" and receive orders from Heaven. May we live forever and prosper!"

"Long live! Long live"

In the school grounds, hundreds of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, and the sound was like the roar of thousands of thunders, shaking the sky for nine days.

Countless people watching the ceremony also shouted wildly, hoping that the Holy Emperor would be alive and the people would live a good life.

After the heaven-sacrifice ceremony ended, Song Xuan returned to the Tai Chi Hall, followed step by step by the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty.

Before entering the palace, suddenly some imperial guards rushed over and whispered something in the ear of Lao Liu, the commander of the green-clothed guards.

Lao Liu looked a little weird, then waved his hand to signal the other party to step back, and then trotted all the way to Song Xuan, whispering something.

Song Xuan looked calm, nodded slowly, then turned to look at the civil and military officials behind him, and ordered: "Please enter the palace and wait first, I will come later!"

After saying this, Song Xuan hurried towards the palace, followed by a group of guards in green clothes.

After the emperor left, Li Shanchang, Liu Bowen and others looked at each other, but said nothing more.

Obviously, something must have happened in His Majesty's harem, and His Majesty must personally come forward to deal with it.

The affairs of the emperor's harem are too sensitive and are not something that foreign ministers like them can discuss at will.

Outside the palace, the floor paved with blue bricks was in a mess, and the walls were dilapidated and damaged.

When Song Xuan stepped forward, the first thing he saw was Xiao Zhao, whose face was swollen from being beaten, sitting on the ground with a depressed look on his face.

Not far away from her, Liu Qinglian was holding two broken swords, staring blankly at the swords in her hands with a blank look on her face.

Only Zhou Zhiruo, holding the sword on his chest with both hands, looked very calm.

When he saw Song Xuan coming, he even bowed and said, "Brother, I'm causing trouble for you!"
Chapter completed!