It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 408 Who are the people coming and going?

The emperor and the empress were supposed to leave after lunch the next day. As soon as they reached the gate of Jinyong City, they saw Sima Yue's motorcade speeding towards them, making them think that the emperor and the empress were going to be deposed again and a new king would be found.

Sima Chi's face turned pale, he hid behind Liang Lanbi, and asked in a trembling voice: "What are they going to do?"

"What are you afraid of?" Liang Lanbi straightened his back, "You are the emperor now! What can he, a minister, do?"

Sima Chi nodded, but still stood behind her and did not come out.

Liang Lanbi asked the palace attendants to hold up a big umbrella cover to cover Sima Chi's head from the rain, while she straightened her dress and walked forward holding an oil umbrella.

When Sima Yue's convoy approached Jinyong City, Yuan Jianshuo and the others saw it. With their experience, this is just a convoy and not threatening in any way. What's more, Sima Yue's red-armored long-haired troops were not in the convoy. They were all servants in gray clothes.

Yuan Jianshuo came to the front and asked the Imperial Army to open up their formation.

He originally wanted to show that Jinyong City was currently under the jurisdiction of Queen Hui, so that he would have some momentum. But under such heavy rain, everyone was drowned, the three-foot-tall man lost some of his heroic spirit, and there were many Imperial Guards who kept wiping their faces and hair.

Life in Jinyong City was more comfortable, and these people were relaxed.

"I'm so sorry. The emperor and the empress haven't come out for a long time. We've been waiting in the heavy rain for a long time." Yuan Jianshuo also wiped the rain from his face, full of resentment.

Yuan Jianshuo secretly wondered in his heart whether to conduct some daily exercises, but he also thought that after what happened before, there were not many Forbidden Forces left, and everyone was only thinking about surviving, lacking fighting spirit. In addition, Yang Xianrong has always adopted the principle of loose management and everyone has enough to eat, and he doesn't care about the defense of Jinyong City at all, which makes it unreasonable for him to compete.

The man clenched his fists, and at the same time saw the emperor's chariot at the city gate, and became even more angry. "The princess came out early in the morning, why can't she go in first?"

However, despite being lazy, Yuan Jianshuo still has the talent and sensitivity of a military commander, and he still has the ability to judge many things. He watched Sima Yue's motorcade racing in the pouring rain intently. After seeing them, he slowed down. Then someone else on horseback galloped out first. When he got to Yuan Jianshuo, he dismounted and saluted, and said loudly: "My princess wants to see Queen Hui. , please inform me.”

In view of the good attitude of the visitor, Yuan Jianshuo was very polite and deliberately asked: "Whose princess is this?"

"King of East China Sea Sima Yue!" The attendant was obviously a little unhappy, but he still maintained a polite and courteous attitude.

To Yuan Jianshuo's expectation, the carriage actually gave way to the road. Although the person did not get out of the car, his gesture was very clear, asking the emperor and empress to go first.

"Oh oh oh, then you have to wait first. The emperor is about to go out. We have to clear the way to the door." Yuan Jianshuo was more polite, but it was obvious that he was driving him aside.

"Let me tell the princess first." The man knew there was nothing he could do, so he turned back to the chariot and whispered something.

Seeing this situation, Yuan Jianshuo did not hesitate and immediately called the emperor's guards to leave the city and leave quickly.

After Sima Chi and Liang Lanbi looked at each other, they got into their respective chariots. The group silently left Jinyong City and returned to Luoyang Palace.

At the same time, Yuan Jianshuo had already sent people to Guangmo Palace to inform Yang Xianrong so that she could prepare in advance. Yang Xianrong did not send the emperor and empress out of Jinyong City, but sat in Guangmo Palace and watched Yang Xianlian write. She was very irritable. She was haunted by Yang Xianlian's words about leaving with Liu Cong. She wanted to lose her temper, but she felt it was wrong.

She asked her mother, Sun Ying, what to do?
Sun Ying answered her: "Listen to your sister, as long as she thinks it's good, then everything is fine."

"No, Liu Cong can't." Yang Xianrong became more and more impatient, "Their family's situation is very complicated, and they are of foreign blood, and their habits and diet are different from ours. Fifth sister will be uncomfortable if she follows Liu Cong."

"Then how can you know that Lian'er doesn't like her? In other words, Lian'er didn't say she wanted to marry Liu Cong, but just said she would leave with Liu Cong. Then how can you know where Liu Cong said he would take her?" Sun Ying stopped her with a series of questions.

Yang Xianrong blinked and did not answer.

Therefore, she went to Zhizhen Palace where Xu Zhenren lived early in the morning and waited for a long time. Xu Henian still said the same thing, and Xu Zhenren did not see the sheep Xianrong. Yang Xianrong had no choice but to kneel outside the palace gate, planning to wait for Master Xu to have a break in his practice so that he could get in and see her.

After the emperor and empress knew the news, they just came over to take a look and sighed before leaving Jinyong City. But Yang Xianrong really knelt until noon, waiting for Master Xu to come out.

In the end, it was Mao Hongmao who opened Xu Zhenren's door with a plate of braised mutton.

Xu Zhenren is really not taboo about meat and vegetables. A person who clearly says that he is practicing Qing can still eat mutton. Yang Xianrong just looked at him without saying a word.

When Xu Zhenren finished eating, he wiped his mouth and said, "What are you doing here? I've been cured and the medicine is over. I haven't seen Sima Chi and his wife. I don't care about you asking Zhang Du to play tricks. You I don't care if I secretly give Xu Henian a thousand taels of gold to buy various things, so what else are you going to do?"

"Can you tell me a divination?" Yang Xianrong was sitting at the table. He was not surprised by what Master Xu said. Anyway, it was not unusual for a godlike figure like him to know what she was doing behind her back.

"What?" Xu Zhenren was surprised this time and looked at her with wide eyes, "Did you know that only the late emperor can do this for me?"

"Then I'll be the second one." Yang Xianrong poured some hot water on the stewed mutton plate and pushed it to Xu Zhenren, "Everything is very expensive now, and these vegetable soups are things that poor people don't even dare to dream about in their lives. Yes, it’s better not to waste it, Mr. Xu.”

In one sentence, Xu Zhenren achieved great success. He looked at the plate, then at the sheep's face, and asked, "You do know the sufferings of the people."

"Why don't you know?" Yang Xianrong looked at him, "They are all the same people, the people, the palace, in fact they are all the same."

Xu Zhenren really looked at her this time, with a glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes. "So, what do you want to divine? Of course, I have conditions."

"Let's talk about the conditions first." Yang Xianrong still motioned for him to drink the soup from the shabu-shabu plate while it was hot. Xu Henian, who was watching on the side, wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh, because no one dared to treat Xu Zhenren like this, or Xu Zhenren was like this. Never seen anything like this in my life.

He picked up the plate and drank it all in one gulp without fear of burning it. He also pushed the plate over to indicate that he had finished drinking. "The conditions are very simple. Let me leave here and have nothing to do with the Sima family anymore. I won't care about these nonsense."

"Can I do it?" Yang Xianrong was stunned for a moment.