In the blink of an eye, a few days passed by in a hurry.

This morning, Luoyang City ushered in the most celebrated day in the past decade. Today is the day of His Royal Highness’s crown prince.

Ordinary people in Luoyang City naturally could not see the heroic appearance of His Royal Highness, so they could only decorate their own door slightly, and just think that it was their own day.

Within the Longmen of Luoyang City, six thousand tigers were neatly arranged in the schoolyard outside the royal palace.

These include three thousand Luoyang Divine Guards, as well as one thousand people from Longmen Camp, Jingu Camp, and Luoshui Camp. Among them, three thousand Luoyang Divine Guards are cavalry and are the only cavalry in the entire Luoyang City.

The other three battalions only screened a thousand elites to participate in today's crown prince and crown.

At the forefront of the martial arts performance are three major commanders of the Third Battalion of Luoyang.

On the martial arts stage, two people had been waiting here for a long time. One was Liu Binke, the great master of swordsmanship. The other looked very similar to Liu Binke, but he did not wear a sword, and he also seemed much weaker. I guess this was Liu Busheng, a great scholar from the Luoyang Palace.

This name sounds strange. What is it that I can’t win? Of course, I have never won chess. As for my literary and military strategy, it may be better than Du Shusheng, who was once the imperial capital, in today’s world, I am afraid that no one can cross the world. There are a few who are comparable to it.

The prince's prince Zhou Ziheng was accompanied by a straight and straight old general. The old general was very short and ugly. He was mainly a scar. It passed through his forehead and directly scratched the back of his ear.

Therefore, the old general had only one eye to see things. He was straight and walked very fast. From his appearance to his appearance, he only took a few breaths.

Zhou Ziheng's outfit today is finally not as luxurious as usual, he just wore a black shirt and his own sword around his waist.

The only strange thing is that his hair bun is tied very high today, and he holds a wooden plate in his hand, which holds a very tall mahogany hair crown on it.

When the veteran general stood on the martial arts stage, the six thousand tigers, led by the three major commanders, knelt on one knee.

"Welcome to the prince!"

A strong voice resounded throughout the gantry and even reached the streets and alleys in Luoyang City.

This old general is actually the King of Luoyang. He didn't

He was wearing the robes of the vassal king who symbolized his identity, but he only wore the armor that he had galloped on the battlefield with his brothers when he was young.

So his armor is very old-fashioned, including the sword on his waist, which is an old-fashioned Tang Dynasty sword.

As the Luoyang King waved his arm, a neat voice sounded again on the school ground. Six thousand tigers stood up, three thousand divine guards got on their horses and lifted their spears.

"Today is my son's ceremony and the ceremony. It's not a big day, but I'm calling you, you should understand what I mean." The King of Luoyang's eyes floated by the soldiers in the front row.

Every soldier who had been bathed in his eyes had his back straighter.

"Tell me, Commander Wei." The King of Luoyang set his eyes on one of the three major commanders.

The general of Wei stepped forward neatly and clasped his fists: "Report to the prince, I can't say it."

"Why? Do you have any objections?" The King of Luoyang held one hand on the hilt of the horizontal knife around his waist, and pointed the other hand at Commander Wei.

The general surnamed Wei was soaked in cold sweat after the words of the King of Luoyang. He struggled a little from the corner of his eyes, and finally turned slightly and turned toward Zhou Ziheng: "Gourmet to the General."

The other two generals were not as dragged as him. Before the Luoyang King's eyes could be seen, they had already clasped their fists: "Greetings to the General."

This general is Zhou Ziheng. Zhou Ziheng was a little shocked at this time and he naturally knew the weight of this general.

It was not the general who came to the imperial capital to reward him, but the general of the three thousand divine guards and the third battalion soldiers in Luoyang City, the general of Luoyang City, and the general of the entire Henan Prefecture.

Finally, the King of Luoyang's eyes swept over the last armored soldiers. He looked at the armored soldiers in the distance and looked for a long time.

Suddenly, the King of Luoyang seemed to have just woken up from his dream. He turned around and picked up the mahogany hair crown on the wooden plate in Zhou Ziheng's hand.

The King of Luoyang's eyes were very gentle, no longer as sharp as those soldiers. No one could figure out why the King of Luoyang could have such a handsome son.

But Zhou Ziheng is indeed the only son of the King of Luoyang. The corners of his mouth and his eyes are all carved out in the same mold as the King of Luoyang.

"Ziheng, that's all my father can give you today. Can you do it well?" said the King of Luoyang, the only remaining eye

, full of inspirational smiles.

"I..." Zhou Ziheng held Mu Pan's hand and trembled slightly. He wanted to reject his father's decision, but when his eyes touched the King of Luoyang, he chose to take back the words he wanted to say.

He has grown up, but his father has grown old. He remembered the hunched back of the Luoyang King in recent years. Even today, his back is still forcibly straight.

The King of Luoyang had a heavy shoulder, the entire Luoyang city and the entire Henan Prefecture. He thought he should share some of the burden for his father.

The next moment, Zhou Ziheng chose to kneel on one knee, and his voice became as firm as iron: "Don't worry, Father, I can!"

"Okay!" The King of Luoyang reached out and put the mahogany crown on Zhou Ziheng's head.

A buzzing sounded throughout the school ground, and Six Thousand Hu Ben knelt on one knee again. This time there was no sound, but just watched quietly as the Luoyang King handed them over to the future Luoyang King.

On the day when the prince was crowned, the King of Luoyang walked out of the schoolyard alone, walked through the narrow streets and alleys, and walked back to the Luoyang Palace.

On the day when the prince was crowned, the prince, Zhou Ziheng, alone, defeated three commanders of the Third Battalion of Luoyang in the schoolyard.

On the day when the prince was crowned, Zhou Ziheng was in charge of Luoyang City Tiger Talisman, three thousand Luoyang Shenwei, Longmen, Jingu, and Luoshui three camps, a total of 63,000 armored soldiers. From then on, they all had to obey the orders of Luoyang Crown Prince Zhou Ziheng.

"My Zhou family is here to prosper!" The old Luoyang king stood in the palace, regardless of the eyes of many guards, raised his hands and raised his head and whistled.

The business of Fengyue Pavilion today is a little quieter than usual. There are no artists who will pay attention to it deliberately. The person in the room only appears on time when the meal is served every day, and then he will return to the room.

That person was Guo Xiaojiu. He was standing next to the window and staring at the Luoyang Palace in the distance and the schoolyard beside the palace.

"Congratulations!" Guo Xiaojiu narrowed his eyes, then sighed slightly, his eyes shifted.

As his eyes shifted to the bamboo forest by the Naluoshui River, Guo Xiaojiu finally clenched his fists.

He took his sword and walked out of Fengyue Pavilion, hummed a small song, patted the scabbard, and walked into the bamboo forest.

Finally, he made up his mind to face the old man. No matter whether the matter was successful or not, he had to do it before he knew it was not?
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