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Daxia established its country based on ritual education. The status of the Ministry of Rites is second only to the Ministry of Personnel, and even exceeds that of the Ministry of Households after being split.

Li Shaolin has been in charge of the Ministry of Household Affairs for more than ten years, and has also served as a counselor in the Political Affairs Hall. He has participated in countless ceremonial ceremonies, and none of them has exceeded the standards of this one. Likewise, no ritual runs so unexpectedly.

They were all on guard, but they didn't expect that the protagonist of the ceremony would actually fly out of the sedan in front of countless spectators, and then jump over the human wall, over the fence, and into the crowd, looking like he was running towards a better life. The appearance of rescuing the poor and suffering people in the third world.

The sedan that lost the protagonist was still moving forward, but the cavalry team behind was a little at a loss - they were mostly composed of young nobles with good looks and prominent wealth. In the panic, some people stopped, and some continued to move forward. The blinded horses collided and neighed, and the crowd in front began to become confused.

Decades of good reputation were ruined in one moment. This was much more serious than a personal relationship. Li Shaolin's eyesight went dark and he fell to the ground without hesitation. A young censor next to him saw something was wrong and "swish" He made a sliding shovel motion and lay under Li Shaolin, saving the life of a senior imperial official. Judging from this action alone, it can be seen that the censors, who are models of scholars, are indeed good both internally and externally. Even if they do not rely on the fame of the imperial examination, it is still easy to make a living by playing football and selling their bodies.

The minister who presided over the ceremony fainted, and the officials around him were in a panic again. A waiter stood up reluctantly and took over the command.

Being a substitute at this time is like a broiler working in KFC, it is extremely dangerous.

Mr. Cheng Yun'an stood on the viewing platform, looking at the chaos below, and said with an unhesitating expression: "This kid..."

His voice was low. Because the protagonist of the ceremony was his son, he was very unhappy that he could not be a member of the organizers. Of course, it's just superficial displeasure.

Mother Cheng, who was wearing a formal dress, was different. She was always smiling and looking at her son with proud eyes, even when Cheng Jinzhou jumped out of the sedan and rushed towards his fiancée with tears in his eyes regardless of the image. .

In her opinion, there doesn't seem to be much difference between the so-called national ceremony and ancestor worship within the clan. Although important, it is far less important than the son himself.

Moreover, since Cheng Jinzhou can act arbitrarily in state ceremonies, he is naturally qualified to act arbitrarily - Cheng's mother's idea is not quite correct, but it is correct enough.

A few steps away from Liu Qingshuang, Cheng Jinzhou descended from the sky.

Out of the natural fear of those in authority, the Liu family members standing next to him moved to both sides. Even the old man of the Liu family who was sitting in front retreated without saying a word. He remains an important part of the Empire's power, representing the interests of at least a quarter of the Empire's interest groups. But Cheng Jinzhou's power has already faintly exceeded the scope of Daxia - if he becomes a fourth-level star warlock, he will inevitably transcend the entire empire, or even be superior to the empire, just like Jiang Huang and others. Afraid of the fetters of power.

If it weren't for being in front of countless people, Liu Qingshuang would have cried like a tearful person. But now, a big tear has hung on her long eyelashes under the guidance of gravity.

Under the gaze of countless nobles, officials, and selected representatives of the masses, Cheng Jinzhou opened his arms and hugged Liu Qingshuang vigorously.

The satin on her chest was immediately wet.

After a long time, the band below's lips were stiff with fatigue and their hands were stiff, before Cheng Jinzhou returned to the twenty-four sedans, carrying Liu Qingshuang, who was trembling slightly.

ceremony. Proceed as usual.

The well-trained court elites pretended to be nonchalant and continued to look up happily, as if they had no idea what was going on.

Only the furious Li Shaolin and the ashen-faced Emperor were filled with grievances and nowhere to release themselves. They are like two chickens who lost their wallets in KFC. They are afraid of being discovered, but they cannot speak out about their pain.

The sedan started steadily, and the combined efforts of twenty-four strong men were like the giant tortoise that lifted up China, silent and powerful, silent and unshakable.

Liu Qingshuang, who was crying just now, lay on Cheng Jinzhou's chest in embarrassment without saying a word, her whole face was hot.

Classmate Xiao Cheng smiled and said nothing, grabbed her hand back, and sat firmly in the sedan with peace of mind.

The ceremony was lengthy and orderly.

Except for a little flaw in the middle, everything was perfect - many years later, when people talk about this ceremony again, they may only remember that little flaw.

After thinking of this, Emperor Lizong's face became darker, and his fingers tightened on the armrests of the dragon chair.

"Cancel the city circling ceremony." Due to the delay, Li Shaolin looked at the sky and made up his mind.

His legs were still a little weak, but his face was red. I don't know if it was because of anger or a sign of recovery.

The minister, who had been the scapegoat for an hour, woke up from a dream and hurriedly asked: "Are you going to meet the Holy One?"

He was definitely lucky to have escaped. If Li Shaolin fails to wake up after a fall, he will definitely spend his future in a "bad" career.

Li Shaolin let out a "hmm" sound in his nose and gasped for air.

The minister did not dare to ask any more questions and waved the small flag in his hand.

The sedan slightly turned its direction and entered the palace.

The last and most important step is to meet His Majesty the Emperor. According to normal procedures, a general who returns to court after a victory must kneel in front of the throne and present the flag symbolizing victory and the token representing the land.

This is a nasty step for both parties.

Good thing it only happened inside the palace.

Cheng Jinzhou stood there, holding the Northern Han Dynasty King's flag with both hands, while His Majesty the Emperor sat there and stretched out his hand to take it.

A compromise that left both sides unhappy. It was a very unnecessary and realistic move, like most political compromises.

The ministers were like puppets made of clay, rag dolls made of metal, and stone sculptures carved from diamonds. They did not move their eyelids, as if they did not see the handover process between the two parties at all.

After two difficult minutes, Li Shaolin stood up tremblingly and shouted in a trembling voice, almost cheering: "The ceremony is over."

For an old man who was over sixty years old and had just fainted and almost had a stroke, preparing a national gift for Lord Star Warlock was really shocking.

In an era when there was no life-saving nitroglycerin, this was a life-threatening situation.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Cheng Jinzhou handed over his hands leisurely.

"The Star Warlock is invincible and is the pillar of the country's economy." Those who are emperors are all movie kings.

Both parties laughed, as harmoniously as a kidnapper and a hostage watching a comedy together.

The eunuch in charge of the palace counted the laughter. When everyone had laughed nine times, he bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Cheng, the Qiongyu Banquet is ready."

"Master Cheng, please." His Majesty the Emperor stretched out his hand to hold Cheng Jinzhou back.

"Your Majesty, please." Cheng Jinzhou let the other party hold his arm.

The two walked in style, looking like country models, walking on the international catwalk.

Those who admired the gestures of the two people were all a group of old men over fifty years old. Occasionally there were two or three young Hanlin and Yushi, who were as rare as men at a fashion conference.

The so-called Qiongyu Banquet is actually a viewing banquet.

Starting from the first dish, only one of every five dishes can be used with chopsticks, and the rest can only be looked at, not eaten.

Of course, the number of dishes is absolutely sufficient. Even if you only eat one bite of each dish, you can still be full with 168 dishes. Cheng Jinzhou was used to the luxury of the nobles, so he didn't express much. He only tasted it occasionally and felt at ease.

This is especially true for His Majesty the Emperor. It is said that the emperor had 108 dishes for every meal, 80 of which were for show. Emperor Lizong made several important actions in order to show his diligence and integrity. , including: changing the eighty dishes every three days to every five days.

By doing this alone, he saved Daxia more than a hundred taels of silver every month, and the ministers praised him endlessly.

The people who can sit at the banquet can be said to be the elite of the empire. When Cheng Jinzhou was bored, he looked over from beginning to end. There was a young prince in his twenties, a young Hanlin in his thirties, and a young family head in his forties. , there are young scholars in their fifties, young ministers in their sixties participating in politics, and young star warlocks in their seventies. A group of young people use rigorous language to set off a cheerful atmosphere, representing the prosperous development prospects of the entire country. .

Among the group of people, two plainly dressed gentlemen caught Cheng Jinzhou's attention.

To say they are simple only means that the complexity of their clothes has not reached the level that I can't wear them, but the quality and workmanship of the silk and satin are not inferior at all.

Despite this, looking at the others wearing clothes with more wrinkles than their faces, the two calm middle-aged men seemed a bit unique.

Cheng Jinzhou looked at them for a long time, but couldn't tell their identities. Call him an official, which is too young; call him a noble, he is too simple; call him a royal relative, he is too silent.

The two of them sat at the banquet, like two native dogs squatting among wolves, or two lions squatting among Tibetan mastiffs.

Dr. Cheng Da looked at each other with sophisticated and doubtful eyes, and the two of them looked at each other with some feeling.

The eyes of the two sides were more than ten meters apart, and no sparks were produced when they collided in the air.

"Master Cheng." The two Tibetan Mastiffs bowed their hands in greeting without any fear.

"Aren't you two from Daxia?" Cheng Jinzhou said in an equally unruly manner.

Li Shaolin's eyesight dimmed and he slipped off the table again.

This is a Qiongyu Banquet, and what kind of words everyone can say are determined. When the banquet is over, the secretary will sort out and print it out and publish it all over the world.

Among these prescribed language structures and contents, there is no sentence that asks questions like this. Li Shaolin was not qualified to stop Cheng Jinzhou, so he was not in the mood to stop his own heart from beating abnormally.

It doesn't matter if you faint, it's all over.

The leader of the Tibetan Mastiffs glanced at the palace rescue team, nodded with a smile and said: "Master Cheng has a good eye. We are from Shengya. It coincides with the grand ceremony and we are here to congratulate you."

The word "Holy Cliff" rang in Cheng Jinzhou's mind, and no other words could be heard for a while.

His Majesty Lizong may only know the name of Shengya, but Cheng Jinzhou knows that even Phil and Andrew, two Shengya practitioners, are fourth-level star warlocks. God knows what level the gentlemen of Shengya are.

There was an enemy country within ten steps, and Napoleon couldn't defeat the puma. Cheng Jinzhou suddenly regretted why he didn't invite Jiang Huang to the banquet.

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