At noon that day, Zhao Dongting hosted all officials in the palace as usual.

But the atmosphere at the banquet this time was not as warm as before.

Because Luo Tuo was also in the table, there were also several powerful figures in the group of envoys such as Wang Yun and Luo Zong Wuba.

Seeing them eating and drinking, all the civil and military officials of the Song Dynasty were as if they were stuck in their throats.

The discussion of Wu Dingtang and the Dharma King of the Yuan Dynasty had completely spread in Changsha City, and it was becoming increasingly fierce.

Although even everyone in the world knows that Wu Dingtang is defeated, it will not have much impact on the power of the Song Dynasty, embarrassment is inevitable.

Even the ordinary wealthy Jia family cares about their faces, how could the Song Dynasty court not care?

No matter how you think about it, it is an unpleasant thing.

The fact that Monk Wude and the old Pojun Palace Master died together had not had time to spread among the people at this time. In other words, they could not overwhelm the limelight of this matter.

Deep in the palace.

During the meal.

The civil and military officials of the Song Dynasty exchanged cups and exchanged views. Luo Tuo, who was not far from Zhao Dongting's left head, was ignored.

But there was nothing unusual on their faces, and they drank by themselves.

Even Luo Zongwuba and others had faint smiles on their faces. There was pride in this smile.

In terms of state of mind, they are naturally far from the ancient well without waves of Dharma King Luo Tuo.

Zhao Dongting only said a few words of scenes, and then he didn't speak much. Looking at Luo Tuo and others, he felt unhappy.

This old monk was afraid that he had not gained any benefits in sending Zhao Xian and others back to Song. He had no choice but to use martial arts to expose his anger.

This is a turbulent time.

Zhao Bing fled to Shuzhong, Duan Qilin was about to ascend the throne to Dali, Li Xiushu was coming to Changsha, Zhao Xian and others were going to return to Changsha, Wude and the old palace master of Pojun fell in Jiading Mansion, all these were big events. Later, there were many trivial matters such as Ziqigong being cowarded in Zijing Villa, and Zhao Dongting did not have the energy to dismantle this game of martial arts.

Moreover, I really can't think of any way to dismantle it. If you are not as strong as others, you will not be embarrassed whether you fight or not.

He just wanted to keep this matter within a range that would not affect the hearts and morale of the people of the Song Dynasty.

The venue for the competition has been decided long ago, just before the banquet, which is the main hall of the palace.

Actually, it doesn't matter where it is.

In the palace, there were fewer bystanders. If Wu Dingtang was defeated, the news would still be impossible to hide.

Zhao Dongting didn't plan to hide it.

It is not necessary to devote all your efforts to this matter. Moreover, if the truth is revealed after being hidden, the Song Dynasty court will truly lose all its face.

The atmosphere of the whole banquet was always lukewarm.

After Zhao Dongting announced the end of the banquet, all civil and military officials left together.

Zhao Dongting didn't plan to entertain Luo Tuo anymore, so he took Yang Shufei, Zhang Ru, Ying'er, Yunjing and others back to the bedroom.

Only Hong Wutian and others had their eyes wandered on Luo Tuo for a moment before they got up and left.

The people in the Yuan Dynasty's envoys finally left.

When he arrived at the bedroom, Concubine Yang, who had already devoted himself to worshipping Buddha, did not have the intention to ask about the competition.

Ying Er was a little worried. After sitting in the yard, she frowned and asked Zhao Dongting with her eyebrows slightly, "Master, can't we really defeat the Dharma King?"

Zhao Dongting reached out and touched her bulging belly a few times, and laughed softly, "It's okay, you'll lose if you lose. You don't need to worry about these things."

He had a deep expectation in his eyes, "You just need to take good care of yourself, eat well, sleep well, and wait for our children to come to life."

Ying'er's pretty face turned slightly red, she glanced at Concubine Yang and nodded slightly.

Although the child has not yet been born, there is already a maternal brilliance on her face.

Speaking of the child, Yang Shufei, who was asking the palace maid to carry the eldest prince Zhao Ru, had a stronger smile on her face and said to Ying Er: "Ye'er said it well. Concubine De, don't worry about these trivial matters anymore. This is all a man's business. You can take care of the baby. When you have children, I can hold one with my left and right hands!"

She obviously looked forward to the appearance of that moment.

Ying Er nodded gently, "Ying Er understands."

Then, I really stopped asking about this.

She just asked, but in fact, it was just looking at Zhao Dongting's solemn expression and regretful in his heart after all these days.

She didn't know that Zhao Dongting was heavy in his heart, not just for the competition.

Gradually, night fell.

In the past, when Zhao Dongting was at the end of the year, he would always call his family and his lonely ministers to his bedroom to stay up to the New Year. This was the same on this night.

Just as the hour of Xu was approaching, he took Yunjing to the palace hall.

Concubine Yang Shu, Ying'er, Zhang Ru and others stayed in the bedroom and stayed at the New Year with Ying'er's parents and more than ten people.

Luo Tuo is so famous that Zhao Dongting doesn't want too many people to watch the battle. Because no one dares to say that there will definitely be no accidents during the battle.

What if Luo Tuo suddenly started a killing act?

Although this possibility is slim, Zhao Dongting will never want Zhang Ru, Ying Er and others to take any risk.

The square outside the hall is guarded tightly.

Neither Zhao Da nor Zhao Hu stayed at home for the New Year. He led thousands of flying dragon troops to surround the entire square.

The oil lamps were shining on the lamps around the square.

In addition, there are many lanterns hanging.

This makes the entire square feel like daytime.

When Zhao Dongting arrived, Le Wuquan, Hong Wutian and others worshipped the Glory Hall of Wuding Hall, Luo Tuo, Luo Zong Wuba and others had already arrived first.

However, in addition to them, there were also people who arrived at Tianshidao.

Tianshi Yuan Zhenzi personally led the team, and most of the Tianshidao Tianshidao's Tianshidao is here.

They were all invited by Zhao Dongting, and they were to guard against Luo Tuo's behavior, and to prepare for the sacrifices on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and more importantly, the latter.

"The Emperor is here."

As the eunuch shouted, thousands of flying dragon troops fell to the ground in an instant.

The sound of the collision of armor was very neat.

"Long live the emperor!"

These Dragon Army soldiers were carrying the Dragon Guns on their backs, and there were bulging thunder hanging on their waists.

Such a situation alone would be enough to make Luo Tuo and others feel proud.

Hong Wutian and others also knelt down.

There were only dozens of envoys standing in the entire square, Wang Yun and others bowed, Luo Tuo and others bowed, and Yuan Zhenzi and others bowed to the Taoist rituals.

Zhao Dongting didn't give Luo Tuo any good looks, and he was too lazy to be silly. He sat down on the chair outside the hall door with a cold face.

Then nodded to Yuan Zhenzi and others, as if it was a sign, and then he said in a leisurely manner: "Let's start!"

Luo Tuo was not angry either, and a warm and compassionate smile always appeared on his face.

Hearing Zhao Dongting spoke, he nodded slightly, looked at Hong Wutian and others, and said, "Who will come first?"

Although his words are light, they are really annoying.

He didn't take Hong Wutian and others seriously at all! The implication is that no one comes, he wants to pick through the entire Wuding Hall Glory Hall.

Kumano brought two silver corpses next to him and said, "Mr. Xiong learned the master's tricks!"

As he said that, he took outstanding steps.

Two zombies and zombies followed behind him.

Hong Wutian and the others have naturally discussed it early.

When it comes to fighting alone, no one will be Luo Tuo's opponent. There may be any possibility of wheel battles.

Kumano's fighting ability is not outstanding, but with two silver corpses as a supplement, it may consume a lot of Luo Tuo's internal energy. He is the best arrangement to go first.

"Please give me advice."

Luo Tuo clasped his hands at Kumano, looking modest and polite.

If we don’t talk about cunning, this old monk is truly a virtuous monk. In terms of appearance, it is more like a living Buddha than Wude.

Of course, no matter how powerful the people of the Yellow Sect are and how profound the Buddhism is, they will not be listed among the worldly Buddhas. Because the Central Plains only believe in local Buddhism.

"Please give me advice!"

Kumano stood still more than ten meters in front of Luotuo, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

Zhao Dongting didn't care, but at this moment, he looked at the two of them. Kumano must be no match for Luotuo, but perhaps he could still find out the depth of Luotuo.

The soldiers of the Flying Dragon Army all held their breath.

It is difficult for them to see such a master duel. They are concerned about the outcome, and more importantly, they have to beware of Luo Tuo's crime.

The emperor is here, but he can't take it lightly.

These days, as long as Luo Tuo meets Zhao Dongting, the soldiers of the Flying Dragon Army will have to come to the scene to protect them.
Chapter completed!