It is not as vast as the Han and Tang Dynasties, and the palace city of the Song Dynasty was obtained with the word "exquisite", so the area of ​​the imperial city is not large, but the interior scenery is exquisite, with stone embankments, ladders, corridors, pavilions and towers everywhere, like works of art, making people blinded.

Not long after, a huge crowd came to a garden. The palace of Lin'an Prefecture was built in the Northern Song Dynasty. There are many gardens. This place is called Jujing Garden. There is a lake with weeping willows planted on the lakeshore, and there are pavilions such as Yaolu and Liangguan, which have beautiful scenery.

When everyone arrived, seats had been arranged here, six of which were the highest in the position of the Secretariat, followed by the vassal kings in various places, arranged in sequence according to their titles and colors. Yao Ruoyu glanced a few times and found that his seat was the last one, so he didn't say anything.

Because the grand event had not started yet, everyone formed a group of people according to their relationship. Yao Ruoyu, Yang Yanzhao and Zhang Ziqiang naturally walked together.

During the exchange, Yao Ruoyu also knew that only Yang Yanzhao came to the Yang Palace this time. His five brothers were fighting against the Southern Barbarians on the southern front and had no time to come back.

Since Zhang Ziqiang was adopted by Chu Kuangge as his adopted son, he has been fighting with the Southern Barbarians on the southern front all year round and has dealt with several young princes of the Yang family. When he heard about his brothers' affairs on the border, Yang Yanzhao listened with relish and asked a few questions from time to time.

Yao Ruoyu took a plate of pastries casually and tasted them slowly. His eyes scanned the people around him. There were young people here. Obviously, the officials who could attend the meeting had not arrived yet, or had already arrived, but were now in other places.

He was thinking, when a sudden movement came from outside the garden. He turned his head and looked, and saw more than ten people walking into the garden. Seven or eight people were dressed differently from Middle Earth. The rest were middle-aged and young, all wearing python robes and similar appearances.

These people are obviously very familiar with each other. They walked in and talked and laughed, which was very lively.

Seeing those people, Yang Yanzhao seemed to remember something and turned his head and said, "I just remembered, how did you come in with us?"

Yao Ruoyu was stunned when he heard this, and felt keenly that he seemed to have made something wrong. As expected, he heard Yang Yanzhao wonder: "Unless the vassal kings in various places come, like me and Ziqiang, they will go to the palace to meet the emperor first and then come over."

Yao Ruoyu raised his eyebrows and pulled the corners of his mouth with a smile without a smile. He could guess that it was probably because he was not welcomed in the Song Dynasty, so the Ministry of Rites of the Song Dynasty did not send anyone to inform him, and deliberately made him look ugly. No wonder the eyes of the men and women around him looked at him were extremely strange.

Yang Yanzhao immediately reacted and laughed awkwardly. Zhang Ziqiang frowned and said, "The Ministry of Rites is a bit too much."

Shaking his shoulders, Yao Ruoyu laughed and said, "It's okay, it's boring to go to see the little emperor first. It's better to come in with you."

The people who just came in were the kings of various vassal kings and vassal states of the Song Dynasty. The cultivation of these people was high and low. The ones had reached the seventh level, while the ones were only two or three levels. However, the guards behind these people were strong and obviously the sect leader-level powerhouses who had entered the sixth level.

At this time, Yao Ruoyu suddenly sensed someone's sight. Following him, he saw a fat middle-aged man with a wide waist and a fat belly looking over in a cold look.

Inexplicably, Yao Ruoyu had a little clarity and knew that the other party was the King of Shu who had been jumping up and down these days to seize the Sichuan and Shu. He had occupied the other party's fiefdom and beat his son when he entered the city the day before yesterday. No wonder the other party's eyes were so cold.

However, in addition to the King of Shu, there were several other vassal kings who also looked at it with an inquiry. They were obviously very curious about him, a vassal king of different surnames who occupied the prince's fiefdom.

Seeing Yao Ruoyu looking back with a smile, the King of Shu narrowed his eyes, and suddenly stepped over, and chuckled, "This should be the famous King Wen?"

As the saying goes, "You don't hit the smiley person, Yao Ruoyu smiled and nodded: "This is the Prince of Shu who lost Shu and made countless people enslaved by the Jin people?"

Unexpectedly, he mentioned the pain when he opened his mouth. The fierce light flashed in the King of Shu's eyes, but it quickly suppressed it. However, the previous smile disappeared from his eyebrows, and he said coldly: "If you are tactful, you should return Shu early."

He looked at him steadily, and Yao Ruoyu said disdainfully: "Just you?"

Shu* said in a deep voice: "You are indeed very brave. A vassal king of a different surname dares to go against me. Don't forget that this is the world of my Zhao family!"

With a smile on his eyebrows, Yao Ruoyu said casually: "You lost Shu land back then."

The King of Shu was suffocated and said angrily: "Why do you always mention this?"

Yao Ruoyu's voice suddenly rang a little: "You not only lost Shu, but also fled in a panic, leaving your wives, concubines and children in Chengdu."

Seeing everyone around him looking over, King Shu’s cheeks flushed and gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t go too far!”

Yao Ruoyu was not afraid at all and smiled slowly, "You not only left your wives, concubines and children in Chengdu, but also sold all the rebels who came to the Jin Kingdom to help, and then fled back to the Song Dynasty."

"Nonsense! You, you are slandering me!" The King of Shu jumped up in anger and roared.

When his eyes lit up, Yao Ruoyu said in surprise: "The King of Shu can jump so high with such weight? The ground quality of this Jujing Garden is good! It can actually bear you, King of Shu, I will give you a tael of silver. How about jumping again?"

The King of Shu was already so angry that he was trembling. He just let him clamor. Yao Ruoyu told the story of his abandoning Shu and fleeing back to the Song Dynasty from beginning to end.

Their movement had attracted the attention of everyone around them. Seeing the King of Shu jumping up and down in anger, they couldn't help but be happy. The reputation of this King of Shu was not very nice. He was not very rich and was full of money, but he used cool labor. The Huainan area was a mess.

While making a fuss, a middle-aged man in a golden python robe walked over and laughed: "Haha! Harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth! Isn't Shu King telling you, don't be furious and thunderous when he's fine, just talk well! I believe that King Wen is a reasonable person, please speak well."

"Your Excellency?" Yao Ruoyu naturally did not recognize the other party, and the man smiled: "King Fuzhou Fuzhou."

The Song Emperor was the current brother. He died suddenly at that time, so the princes of King Shu and King Fu were actually brothers of Emperor Song. This is why these vassal kings had middle-aged and young relationships, some were from the generations of Emperor Song, and some were from the generations of Emperor Song.

Among all the royal vassal kings, there are three powerful princes. They are all seven-level kings and princes. They have great personal strength and strong military power. One of them is the Fu King Zhao Zhenzhi, who has a fief in Fuzhou and has been fighting against Japanese pirates in the East China Sea for many years.

Someone came to persuade him, and the King of Shu found a step, snorted and turned his head and left. King Fu didn't care when he saw this, and smiled with Yao Ruoyu: "Zhao Shu has always been impatient and speaks a bit ugly. Don't care about it, King Wen."

"You are polite, King Fu, the King of Shu is not impatient," Yao Ruoyu smiled, and before he could wait for King Fu to smile, he said again, "I just lack some brains."

King Fu's smile suddenly froze, and after a while he curled his smile, he said calmly: "Shu is the fief of King Shu. He was a subordinate of the Jin Kingdom. He has often regretted over the years. I wonder how King Wen was willing to return it to Shu?"

Yao Ruoyu was silent for a moment and suddenly smiled: "Isn't it just Shu? After I return to Dawen, I will raise an army to attack Ganzi. The area of ​​Ganzi is vast and the plants are abundant. If the King of Shu insists on coming back, I will take Ganzi as his fief."

Ganzi belonged to the deep mountains and forests in this era. Not to mention the steep terrain, the conditions were extremely harsh. With the Shu King's personality of enjoying his glory and wealth, how could he be willing to go to Ganzi?

Before King Fu said that, Yao Ruoyu smiled again: "After that being said, if you go to Ganzi, the title of King Shu is not very suitable. Why not just call him King Gan? Well, it sounds pretty good."

Seeing that Yao Ruoyu had no intention of returning to Shu, King Fu lost interest in continuing to talk. He made a few simple and polite words, turned around and left.

Zhang Ziqiang narrowed his bloody eyes and frowned, "Where did these people get their faces? Brother Yao, how many people have died, so he captured Shu. It's so funny that they want you to hand over Shu with such empty words."

Yang Yanzhao's face was solemn: "King Fu and King Lu have always had a good relationship. Since he is on the side of King Shu, King Lu will probably support King Shu. These two princes are both real power hardliners, so there is some trouble."

While we were talking, more than ten people walked into the garden. This time, unlike before, all of the sixteen people had seven realms of cultivation. Even though the restraining aura was not revealed, the aura formed by the sixteen people following us still instantly enveloped the audience, turning all the noise and noise into vanish in an instant.

Ten first-rank military marquis!

Six ministers of the six ministries!

Sixteen kings and princes of the seventh realm!

When Yao Ruoyu saw the scene of the sixteen people walking in, he couldn't help but feel silent. Even with his courage and mind, when he saw the sixteen seven-level people walking in, he was still a little shocked.

One seventh realm is enough to easily massacre a city. What kind of terrible power will the sixteen seventh realm join forces?

The Song Dynasty is worthy of being among the Chinese countries. The strong ones alone have completely crushed the rest of the countries, not to mention three kings of different surnames at the level of the Eighth Realm Emperor.

Among these people, there were Zuo Husong and Chen Beichen whom he had met before. As for which of the six ministers was Su Shi, he really didn't recognize them at once.

As Junhou and the Minister of Justice entered the scene, the atmosphere in the garden suddenly became solemn. The playboys did not dare to laugh loudly as before, and stood in the corner in a regular manner, waiting for the official convening of this tribute meeting.

Yao Ruoyu didn't wait for too long. When the atmosphere gradually became calm, a duck-sounding shout suddenly sounded outside the garden: "Master, come!"

The sharp voice broke the peace in the garden. Under everyone's gaze, hundreds of Shence soldiers wearing exquisite silver armor suddenly stepped outside the garden. They stood in two rows around the banquet, then knelt on one knee and said loudly: "Welcome to the Lord!"

The next moment, two figures slowly walked into the garden, and in an instant, Yao Ruoyu's pupils suddenly contracted. One of them seemed a bit hunched because of his age. It was Qin Xiang, who had met once when he first arrived in Hangzhou.

Compared with that night, today's Qin Xiang's aura was strange and majestic. He could clearly sense the vast aura that covered the sky and the sun, but when he sensed it carefully, it was as if he was just an ordinary old man.

At this moment, Yao Ruoyu's heart was inexplicably thrust.

The civil and military officials of the Song Dynasty were honored by the two ministers, six ministers and three kings and ten military marquis. The three kings of different surnames were all the eighth level emperors. The ten military marquis and six ministers also had the cultivation of seventh level. So what about the two ministers? As the strongest among the two ministers, what is the cultivation of Qin, the officials of the Song Dynasty's court?

Because of the sudden doubts in my heart, Yao Ruoyu actually ignored the short figure beside Qin Xiang, the little emperor wearing an imperial robe, a tender and ignorant face.
Chapter completed!