He had already seen the two people outside the door.

Fan Chenguang and Zhao Jiping were both wearing purple robes, standing solemnly outside the gate of the outer courtyard, raising their heads to measure the plaque above the gate of the outer courtyard, as if they were studying the calligraphy of the plaque.

The five large Chinese characters "Outer Courtyard of Vajra Temple" are drawn with gold hooks and silver strokes. They are vigorous and powerful, as if the wood is about to burst out, reflecting the shimmering golden light in the bright sunshine.

At this time, Zhuque Avenue became a little quieter, and the noisy crowd automatically separated into a road.

Sixteen golden-armored soldiers rode proudly on their horses and walked slowly.

Behind him was a wide purple sedan chair, and beside the sedan were several purple-robed guards.

The people on Zhuque Avenue recognized him as a palace guard at a glance, and the people in the sedan knew that he was a high-ranking official in the inner palace.

So they all avoided it.

When Fan Chenguang and Zhao Jiping saw these golden-armored guards, they frowned and looked a little solemn.

They all recognize these sixteen golden-armored guards.

Because the Golden Armored Guards are all selected from the Shenwu Palace and are the elites of the Shenwu Palace, the status of the Golden Armored Guards is naturally higher than that of the Shenwu Palace.

They originally wanted to pretend not to see it and turned around to continue observing the plaque, but unexpectedly, sixteen golden-armored guards came straight towards them.

They were slightly angry.

Isn’t this deliberately looking for trouble!

Sixteen horses came to a slow stop, and the golden-armored guard sat on the horse and looked at the two of them calmly.

One of the golden-armored guards smiled and said, "Oh, it turns out they are Fan Junhou and Brother Zhao. We haven't seen each other for a long time."

He has a handsome appearance, especially his golden armor that shines in the sun, making him look even more handsome.

Fan Chenguang clasped his fists and said calmly: "Brother Sun."

Zhao Jiping sneered.

"Brother Zhao is not convinced?"

"Don't dare!" Zhao Jiping sneered and said, "Brother Sun has made great strides. It's a joy to congratulate him. We only have envy and congratulations. How can we not be convinced?"

"Haha..." The handsome golden-armored guard laughed.

He waved his hand and dismounted.

The remaining fifteen golden-armored guards dismounted at the same time, and their movements were uniform. People watching from a distance immediately started talking, saying that they were worthy of being golden-armored guards. They were indeed extraordinary.

Zhao Jiping curled his lips.

Fan Chenguang said: "Brother Sun, isn't it the time for us to reminisce about old times and chat? Don't the adults behind you get impatient?"

"Master Zhao is not an outsider to us, so he won't care." Sun Xuansheng, the golden-armored guard, said with a smile: "I wonder why Marquis Fan Jun is here?"

"It's a small matter, we're not in a hurry." Fan Chenguang said, "Isn't it true that you are here to offer incense, or do you have other important matters?"

"Oh, I'm here to announce the decree."

"Declaration?"

"Master Zhao, we're here."

"Arrived so soon?" A lazy voice came from Zini's sedan chair, low and hoarse.

"Then I'll call the door?"

"No need to bother you, I will do it myself." Zini lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and a handsome young man walked out.

This young man is tall and thin, handsome in appearance, and elegant in appearance.

Fan Chenguang shivered slightly.

He turned out to be a master of the Divine Origin Realm.

One look at the three gold threads on the sleeves of his purple robe, and he knew that he was a third-rank internal prisoner and was already a big shot.

He bowed and clasped his fists.

"It turns out he's a brother from Shenwu Mansion." Junya, the internal prison officer, cupped his fists and said with a smile, "I'm not an outsider, so you don't have to be polite."

"Master Zhao." Fan Chenguang clasped his fists and said, "Let me call the door."

He took a step forward and patted the door.

Lin Feiyang opened the door with a "squeak", and Fakong was already standing outside the door. Heshi saluted: "The poor monk Fakong welcomes you from afar."

"Haha..., Master Fakong, and little Zhao Sanjin, upon the emperor's order, are here to give Master a gift."

Zhao Sanjin did not hesitate and waved his hand.

Two purple-robed guards lifted something out of the sedan and floated up to it.

This thing is long and wide, and it is covered with a layer of golden satin, so I don't know what it is.

Zhao Sanjin gently opened the golden silk satin, and there was a plaque with the words "Outer Courtyard of Kongang Temple" written on it.

The signature below reads Siyuan Jushi.

Everyone in the court knew that this Siyuan layman was the current emperor.

"Master Fakong, how about changing it now?" Zhao Sanjin said with a smile.

Fakong turned around and looked at his plaque, then looked at the side in front of him, and nodded slowly: "Thank you, Your Majesty. I'll put it on then."

"Come." Zhao Sanjin said.

Two purple-robed guards rose up, took off the original plaque, and replaced it with the one written by the emperor.
Chapter completed!