Chapter 228 1 Mu 3 Points Of Land

It was cold in September.

The eunuch in charge of the lamps in Pu Tian Palace had already extinguished the lanterns in the palace.

The sky was still a little dark. More than ten guards and palace maids dressed in black robes walked into the Emperor's bedroom, bathing him and serving him.

After that, the drunken Taiyuan Emperor stepped into Wei Yang Palace punctually at the hour of the hour under everyone's attendance.

Today is a big day.

Yu Chang'an Rushi, Yu Da Zhou Rushi.

The young lord of the Tian Ce Mansion, Lord Taiqiu, who should have died in Big Yellow City, returned alive.

He had defended Big Yellow City, which had almost no chance of winning. He had taken back Jizhou, which the nobles of the Great Zhou Dynasty didn't even dare to imagine. This Huo Huo battle merit was enough for him to rip apart the soil and seal the territory.

Of course, this was not the most important thing.

Most importantly, the 250 thousand Azure Dragon Army in Zhu Xian's hands remained in Big Yellow City forever.

The influence of the Long Night Division in the Great Zhou could be said to be intertwined. No one knew exactly how many backhand Zhu Xian had hidden, but on the surface, the 250 thousand Azure Dragon Army was the sharpest sword in Zhu Dazhou's hand. Now, this sword was broken.

Some people secretly thought that this was the biggest defeat the Long Night Division had suffered in all these years. This would be a precursor to Great Xiamen's general collapse, or perhaps it was just a small interlude in the process of covering the sky with one hand. Perhaps the answer to all of this would be revealed to the world in this morning's battle.

Therefore, before the emperor, who rarely lived in the palace, arrived, Xu Han, who had come with Mr. Lu to the Wei Yang Palace, inevitably became the center of attention of the civil and military officials of the court.

Apart from Mr. Lu, the people of the Tian Ce Mansion naturally couldn't enter the Palace Heavenly Clan without an official position. From the beginning, this battle was destined to be fought alone by an old man and a young man like him.

Xu Han had predicted this situation from the beginning. He didn't care about it, and instead, he leisurely sized up the people who held the highest authority in Great Zhou.

Zhu Xian had yet to arrive. On the other hand, the civil and military officials had long since been divided into three groups.

On the other hand, there was a skinny old man in a black python robe. The official robes of the Great Zhou were mostly black, but the embroidery on his clothes was very exquisite. His Majesty was dressed in a five-clawed golden dragon, and the officials of the civil and military circles were all dragons, tigers, and panthers, but they were insurmountable. Otherwise, it would be a great crime. The python on the old man's robe had three claws and was already a dragon. If it weren't for someone from the Extreme Mortal Realm, how could he be dressed like this?

"This person's name is Zhang Xiang. He is the leader of the three dukes, the Prime Minister of Great Zhou." Mr. Lu, who was at the side, seemed to have guessed Xu Han's doubts. He whispered in Xu Han's ear at that time, but his expression was very serious. If he didn't carefully observe it, he wouldn't be able to see that his lips were flipping slightly up and down.

Hearing this, Xu Han was dumbfounded. This old man didn't look surprising. If it weren't for the black python robe, Xu Han would never have been able to connect it to the Great Zhou Prime Minister.

This group of people gathered around twenty people. The old man in the lead seemed to have noticed Xu Han's gaze and actually nodded slightly at him in greeting.

This exceeded Xu Han's expectations. Everyone in the Great Zhou Empire knew of the influence of the Long Night Division. While he and Mr. Lu were waiting here, most officials avoided them like ferocious tigers, fearing that they would get involved in some relations and cause trouble. This old man named Zhang Xiang was different from the others.

"Lord Zhang doesn't dare to go against Zhu Xian, but he still has some authority in the court. He is not too close to Zhu Xian and can't be alienated. Compared to the Manchu Dynasty, he is also quite elegant." Mr. Lu's voice sounded again. Hearing this, Xu Han secretly nodded his head. Being able to maintain his autonomy in the monstrous Great Zhou Imperial Court, one could see how good this old man's wrist was.

At that time, Xu Han also nodded towards the old man, and then he withdrew his gaze to look at the side with the largest number of people. The leader was also a person dressed in a black python robe. However, his age was much younger than Zhang Xiang's. He was about forty years old, and his face had a resolute and gloomy expression. However, the outline of his face vaguely resembled that of Zhang Xiang.

At this moment, he and the group of people behind him stood facing the empty dragon chair in silence. They did not look sideways, as if they did not care about everything around them.

"Great Zhou Imperial Historian, Zhang Xiang's nephew Zhang Dongning, Zhu Xian Dynasty's middle canine teeth." Mr. Lu was very timely in explaining the situation.

"Huh?" Hearing this, Xu Han was stunned. However, before the doubt in his heart arose, Mr. Lu's voice sounded again.

"One acre of land is enough to turn brothers against each other. Father and son become enemies, not to mention the monstrous authority of this Extreme Mortal Official."

Xu Han immediately understood that he was no longer paying attention to Zhang Dongning. He turned his head to look at the last side of the crowd, which was also the sparsely populated side.

There were only five or six people on this side, and there was no clear distinction between priority and subordination. They were all loosely standing on the side, calmly accepting Xu Han's gaze, but they did not show any good impression or disgust.

"Most of them are kings who only have empty seats and no real power. Normally, King Yu will be the leader. Today, King Yu has not arrived. They are probably just here to see who wins and who loses in today's'war '."

Xu Han nodded again. Apart from a handful of people like Zhang Xiang, most of the people in Chang'an who were able to wander around the night were such a group of kings without any real power. For example, Ye Chengtai was one of them.

As Xu Han thought about this, the crowd suddenly quieted down.

Xu Han subconsciously thought that the Emperor had arrived, but he looked up and saw that the dragon chair was still empty. Only then did he realize that the silence in the hall did not originate from this. He hurriedly turned around and saw a person dressed in a black robe embroidered with a four-clawed flood dragon python slowly walking into the hall door.

That person's life was extremely ordinary. He was in his early forties. White snow could be vaguely seen in his black hair, and his figure was slightly stooped. There was a jade pendant hanging on his waist, inscribed with the image of two dragons seizing a pearl.

Xu Han knew that this person was the owner of the Long Night Division, Zhu Xian!

However, whether it was his appearance or the aura emanating from his body, it was completely different from the image that Xu Han had expected.

The man in front of him looked more like a fierce man who didn't want to lose his life.

Xu Han frowned and carefully searched the few words in his mind to describe the strongest opponent he was about to encounter.

It's not easy.

But in the end, Xu Han still thought of the farmer.

This was not derogatory. It was just that the appearance of a hero with overwhelming power could be ordinary, but the imposing manner of a person who had been in a high position for a long time should not be like this. Although Zhu Xian was dressed in luxurious clothes, these things seemed strange and out of place in his temperament.

Xu Han naturally had to take a closer look.

His gaze inevitably attracted the attention of Zhu Shouzuo.

The other party also cast a gaze at Xu Han at that time.

Unexpectedly, the other party revealed a smile when he looked at Xu Han.

That kind of simple to the extreme, clean to the point where no evil feelings could be felt in one's life.

It was as if a farmer who had rarely seen outsiders wanted to show goodwill but didn't know how to do it. The awkward smile even carried a hint of shyness.

Xu Han's brows furrowed at that moment.

He did not know how to respond to such "goodwill".

He didn't even understand what the point of saying that he and Zhu Xian would never die was. What was the point of all these hypocritical acts of kindness?

For a moment, Xu Han was somewhat confused by the man in front of him.

Just as Xu Han was thinking about this, Zhu Da Shou Zuo had already arrived in front of him.

"This is Manor Chief Xu, right? Hmm, a hero is a youth, not bad." Zhu Xian said with a smile. The facial features on his face were squeezed into a ball because of the thick smile. It looked a little strange, but of course, it was more sincere.

Xu Han wasn't sure what Zhu Xian was thinking, but he wouldn't let go of his guard.

Therefore, he only stared at the other party with deep eyes and did not make any response.

At this moment, the gazes of everyone on the field were also cast over because of Zhu Xian's words.

However, Xu Han still didn't respond. He just stared at Zhu Xian with a calm gaze. The expression on his face was as cold as a statue.

Thus, after such a long silence.

The cordial smile on the farmer's face gradually became somewhat awkward, as if he was welcoming a guest with kindness, but the guest did not appreciate the loss and confusion.

"Young is young, young is young." He sighed embarrassedly, as if he was alleviating his embarrassment. Then, he turned his head around and slowly turned around. He fled to the camp of Zhang Dongning. The crowd respectfully made way for him, allowing the embarrassed man to walk to the front of the team.

"Daoist does not reveal his true appearance. The previous emperor was deceived by Zhu Xian's honesty. Manor Head, do not let down your guard." Mr. Lu whispered after Zhu Xian left.

Xu Han naturally understood this reasoning. He nodded slightly and was about to say something to relieve Mr. Lu.

"It's not the style of a great scholar to talk about people behind their backs. Sir, you must be cautious." But at that moment, Zhu Xian, who had already walked to the front of the hall, suddenly turned his head to look at Xu Han and said loudly.

Apparently, Mr. Lu's words were not hidden from his ears.

His face still carried the sincerity that belonged to a farmer, but Xu Han saw something different in his sincere eyes at that time.

Xu Han said that he was not sure what it was, but his heart trembled for some reason at that moment.

It was like a lamb being stared at by a wolf, a cow and a horse being put on the neck by a scythe.

He suddenly realized something.

Zhu Xian was a farmer who guarded three-thirds of his land.

Of course he was kind, of course he was honest.

However, if someone dared to touch his land, an honest farmer would not hesitate to raise his hoe and risk his life.

And unfortunately…

It seemed to Zhu Xian, a farmer.

Great Zhou was one third of his acre.

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