Chapter 70

The emperor luanyu came out of Fengcheng, and the color of the banners reflected the hairpin. Dragon lightsaber spits out the wind and cloud color; The red feather building shakes the sun and the moon.

Out of the South Gate of Chaoge, every family set up a fire by burning incense, and every family decorated and spread felt. Three thousand iron cavalry, eight hundred imperial forest, Emperor Wucheng, Huang Feihu, accompanied by the man Dynasty. Before to Nuwa palace.

Miao Zhu is a white haired old woman, dressed in bright red clothes, holding a crutch in her hand, and standing at the gate of Nu Wa temple with her body bent. As soon as he saw that King Zhou had stepped down from the imperial banishment, he came forward slowly.

"Your Majesty, the temple of Notre Dame has been fully prepared. Please move your majesty to the palace and offer incense to the empress. Pray for my business

King Zhou nodded: "you are all outside the door. Prime Minister Shang Rong, sub prime minister Bigan and King Wucheng Huang Feihu will accompany me to the temple of Notre Dame."

"Yes

With these words, King Zhou marched toward the Nuwa temple. Shang Rong followed Huang Feihu closely behind him.

In the middle of the temple is the statue of Nu Wa. The curtain rolled up gently, and the image appeared. It's really beautiful, beautiful and graceful; It's true that the fairy in the palace of pistil faces the world, and Chang'e in the palace of moon comes down.

Different from the beauty of ordinary mortals, the statue of Nu Wa is holy and benevolent. Even the emperor of the world has to bow to his feet and worship.

King Zhou certainly knew who Nu Wa was! Of course, I know what I should do as Emperor!

Before the statue, King Zhou knelt down respectfully. Shang Rong and the other three quickly knelt behind King Zhou.

Temple wishes slowly forward, will be three sandalwood handed up: "please incense king!"

Although the old woman's voice is old, it has a special charm. In this curl of cigarettes, but also can set off a trace of sacred temple.

"The 28th emperor of Da Shang, the contemporary emperor, di Xin. I wish you a happy birthday and a great fortune! May the empress protect our business and enjoy the national prosperity for a long time! May the empress protect our people, live and work in peace and contentment, and have plenty of grain

His voice was loud and passionate, with the dignity of the emperor. The words made the three ministers behind him a little excited.

King Zhou raised the three sandalwood in his hand and respectfully inserted them on the censer. He kowtowed to the statue three times and was about to get up.

Suddenly, in Chaoge City, a fragrant wind came slowly.

It's spring. Everything is reviving and the earth is warming. There is nothing wrong with a gust of wind that can just wake up the hibernating object that has been sleeping for a long time.

But almost for a moment, Haotian in Lingxiao hall moved. The whole man's brush disappeared in the hall, and it was already within the jurisdiction of the City God in Town God's Temple. He just stood in the legal domain of the City God, with a pair of dragon eyes staring at the Nuwa temple.

The wind was not right just now. Today, the whole song is not right. Something big will happen.

"My Lord, your majesty..." the City God was just about to salute with fear. Haotian waved his hand and settled everything in the whole city god's jurisdiction. He had to concentrate on the Nuwa temple and King Zhou.

The breeze came and the curtain moved.

Huansha inside, looming, this statue of Nu Wa at this time seems to reveal a different kind of charming color.

Just when King Zhou raised his head, the statue completely fell into the eyes of the emperor in the world.

"Ah... Ah... Ah..."

Chaoge City, Xuanniao crazy roaring sound and no one heard. In other words, what can't be heard can't be heard. But what can be heard, I really don't want to hear, and I don't care.

For example, Haotian in Chenghuang's legal domain can clearly hear the Scrophularia's song. However, he didn't want to have any reaction, and he didn't want to get out.

King Zhou raised his head, suddenly shook his head, and then returned to Qingming.

"Come on, take the four treasures of the study. On the occasion of the virgin's birthday, I would like to write a poem for her

Shangrong Bigan and Huang Feihu also stand up, Shangrong happy smile: "the king's literary talent is brilliant, at this time into the poem, I think the empress must be able to feel ah."

In a short time, some people in the Nuwa palace took the four treasures of the study. A smile flashed in King Zhou's eyes and he looked for it. I found a snow-white wall and took a brush to do it

"Fengluan treasure account is very beautiful, full of clay and gold.

The distant mountains are green; She dances with her sleeves.

Pear flower with rain for delicate; Peony cage smoke Chengmei makeup.

But enchanting can move, marry back to Changle Shijun Wang

"Boom!"

The pen falls to startle the wind and rain, the poem becomes the weeping ghost God!

It may not be appropriate to use this sentence to describe the literary talent of King Zhou of Shang Dynasty. But to describe this poem is appropriate.

"Marry back Changle to serve the king..."

"Marry back Changle to serve the king..."

"Marry back Changle to serve the king..."

This last poem seems to reverberate in the whole Nuwa temple, no, in the whole Chaoge city for a long time.

In the Nuwa temple, King Zhou seemed to look at his masterpiece with some appreciation. But the temple wishes, Shangrong, Bigan and Huang Feihu were all stunned.

Everyone couldn't believe looking at the poem written on the white wall.

The scene stopped for a moment, but after three breaths, the old woman with white hair was the first to burst out. With the crutch in his hand, he crazily pestles the ground: "HunJun, HunJun, HunJun..."

"Poof..."

After three calls, the old woman suddenly burst out with a mouthful of blood, and the whole person fell directly on the ground. There was no more sound.

"Shizu, Shizu..." the two children rushed forward, shaking the old woman's body and crying. King Zhou looked at the fallen old woman and gave a cold hum: "hum! It's cheap for you to speak ill and die like this. "

When he said this, he would leave the Nuwa palace.

When he was about to step out of the gate of the hall, Shangrong reacted. The whole old face was dumbfounded, with a different color of fear. He roared at King Zhou: "Dixin!"

"Yes?" King Zhou had already stepped out of the steps and suddenly turned back: "what's your name?"

Shang Rong was not afraid at all, but his face turned red and his body trembled. Raised his hand, trembling pointed to King Zhou: "you... You... Wipe it for me, kneel down and make amends to the empress."

"Old prime minister, are you crazy?" There was a trace of ferocity in the eyes of Shang Zhou.

"Kneel down and make amends!" Shang Rong jumped up, and the crown of his hair fell to the ground with a thump. An old man in his eighties crazily pointed to Zhou of Shang Dynasty: "you must kneel down for me and make amends to my mother."

"Hum!" King Zhou snorted angrily, shook his sleeve, and turned his head directly: "prime minister Shang Rong, relying on the old and selling the old, is decadent and weak, and now deprives him of his prime minister's position. If you want to help the former king, don't pursue his fault and go back home! "

After that, King Zhou walked towards the gate of the palace.

"You... Dixin, you come back, you come back for me..." Shang Rong roared and chased King Zhou crazily.

But how can an ordinary man in his eighties still run like this? What's more, still suffering such a huge blow?

"Poof..." while running, while the mouth spray blood, is also a head fell down.

"Old prime minister, old Prime Minister!" Bigan and Huang Feihu rushed forward, hugged Shangrong and cried out.

"Bang! Boom... Boom... "

Originally, it was still sunny, and the clouds were thick in an instant. The whole Chaoge city was shrouded in clouds.

Lightning and thunder, in an instant, rain.

[Ding: Mission: Fengshen rob, Qiyun harvest!

Since the great robbery, King Zhou had no way. He humiliated the Virgin Mary of the human race with his obscene poems, and was the most good Nu Wa saint. The emperor of heaven is in charge of all the heaven, and punishments. When, punish!

Punishment, the spirit of the Shang Dynasty, cut the shape of Xuanniao!

Task time: now!

Task reward: harvest with Qi]

Lightning and thunder, Haotian's mind suddenly sounded the system with a slightly cold voice.

"Yes? Mission? At once? "

Haotian's mouth slightly toward the top of a hook, this is a once-in-a-lifetime good task, ah, there is no penalty for failure, but also for their own great benefits.

With a move, Haotian disappeared in Chaoge city and appeared in Lingxiao hall.