Chapter 623 Hundred Thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals

Just when Fan Xian had just put down his wine glass, the sound of a zither came from the side of the palace.

Amid the solemn palace music, a eunuch shouted loudly: "Your Majesty has arrived!"

As the voice fell, the whole palace became silent.

The most powerful master in Qing State, His Majesty the Emperor, brought the queen, the mistress of the world, slowly walked over from the side and stood in front of the dragon throne with a gentle smile on his face.

"Long live the emperor."

The ministers in front of the palace knelt down respectfully to salute, and the guests of the delegation bowed to salute. The slight tension that originally remained in the palace was replaced by an inexplicable solemnity.

But at this solemn moment, there was only one person sitting behind the table, drinking by himself.

Seeing this scene, the queen who was accompanying Emperor Qing raised her eyebrows slightly, and a trace of anger flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Before she could start to reprimand him, Emperor Qing raised his hand, looked at Fan Xian and chuckled, "Fan Xielü, are you dissatisfied with me?"

After these words came out, the kneeling ministers suddenly realized that Fan Xian, who had caused rumors all over the capital, was actually sitting behind the desk.

Fan Xian smiled, put the wine glass on the table, and then slowly stood up, came to the back of the kneeling ministers, and bowed his hands very perfunctorily.

"Your Majesty, I am indeed dissatisfied."

After the words fell, the ministers on the ground turned their heads in shock and anger, glaring at Fan Xian.

The queen was even more furious, and shouted sternly: "How dare you, a mere Xielü, dare to be arrogant because of your favor, not kneeling when you see the emperor, and intend to provoke the emperor's majesty in front of the palace, I will punish you for disrespect!"

"Come here, take this thief..."

"Wait!"

Before she finished speaking, Emperor Qing raised his hand to stop the queen.

Then, he looked at Fan Xian with a slightly complicated look in his eyes and spoke slowly.

"I would like to hear what you are dissatisfied with?"

Fan Xian smiled, lowered his arms, and glanced at the courtiers kneeling on the ground in front of him and said: "My lords, I believe you have also heard these rumors in Tianjing City, right?"

"Today, in front of all the officials in the court, in front of His Majesty the Emperor, I feel that I need to clarify it."

"That's not a rumor, it's all true, I am the son of the mistress of the Ye family back then!"

As soon as these words came out, the officials looked surprised and suspicious, and they whispered and talked among themselves.

They were not only surprised by Fan Xian's identity, but also by his arrogant style.

This is the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, a solemn occasion for His Majesty to entertain the envoys of the two countries!

Fan Xian dared to admit that he was a traitor so brazenly in front of His Majesty and the officials of the Three Kingdoms, and also bluntly said that he was dissatisfied with the supreme emperor...

Is he not going to live?

The ministers in the palace were all wondering in doubt, not understanding what Fan Xian was doing.

And Fan Xian's enemies, such as Guo Baokun, the editor in the palace, were gloating in their hearts at this moment, hoping that Fan Xian would be more presumptuous so that he could be completely killed without a burial place.

As for the Northern Qi and Dongyi envoys, they watched coldly.

But the gloating in their eyes made it clear that they wanted to watch this good show to the end.

Fan Xian's voice echoed in the empty palace.

Emperor Qing stared at his eyes expressionlessly and said slowly: "Do you want to seek justice for your mother?"

Fan Xian nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

Anger rose in the heart of Emperor Qing.

This anger was not only dissatisfaction with Fan Xian's presumptuous behavior, but also anger at Fan Xian for daring to question him.

"Nonsense!"

Emperor Qing shouted, and all the court officials in the palace immediately bowed their heads and fell silent.

Even the Northern Qi and Dongyi envoys did not dare to watch the show with gloating, and bowed their heads, not wanting to get into trouble.

In the entire palace, only Fan Xian stood with his head held high, looking at Emperor Qing with a smile on his face.

Seeing this scene, Emperor Qing became even more angry.

He turned his head suddenly, glared at Fan Jian who was kneeling among the ministers and said:

"Fan Jian, is this how you discipline your son?"

Without waiting for Fan Jian to answer, Fan Xian said leisurely: "I should ask you this question!"

Emperor Qing was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Fan Xian with a gloomy face.

After a moment of silence, Emperor Qing's tone slowed down: "...You know everything?"

Fan Xian nodded as a matter of course: "Of course."

Emperor Qing stared at him and said: "I see, is this your proof?"

"The case of Ye family back then was indeed problematic, but...what is this place, and who are you? How dare you speak nonsense in front of me? Do you really think that I won't dare to kill you just because you are my son?!"

The angry roar echoed in the empty Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests.

All those who heard this, whether they were the royal family members competing for the throne like the crown prince and the second prince, or the courtiers of Qing Kingdom and the two countries' envoys, were all shocked and speechless by the meaning of this sentence.

...Fan Xian is actually the emperor's illegitimate son? !

The crown prince and the second prince looked at Fan Xian with complicated expressions, and it seemed that there was a storm in their hearts.

But Fan Xian didn't care at all. Instead, he shook his head and said, "My name is Fan Xian. I am Ye Qingmei's son and Fan Jian's son, but I can never be your son."

At this point, Emperor Qing calmed down from his extreme anger and began to feel that something was wrong.

He looked at Fan Xian suspiciously, and suddenly said in a cold voice, "Come here, take Fan Xian down and put him in the prison of the Supervisory Council!"

As soon as these words came out, the palace guards who had been ready to move immediately took action.

But Fan Xian didn't make the slightest move, he just stood there and looked at Emperor Qing mockingly.

Just when dozens of guards were about to approach Fan Xian, an extremely surging wave of air poured in from outside the palace, like a long dragon, instantly knocking away all the guards around Fan Xian.

Dozens of guards all flew upside down, spanning a distance of more than ten meters, and crashed into the walls and pillars of the palace.

In just a moment, the entrance to the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests was filled with the bodies of guards.

Although they were all still alive and could even cry out in pain, for some reason, the meridians of all the guards were blocked and they were unable to move.

Seeing this scene, the queen was horrified and shouted: "Escort me!"

In an instant, figures rushed over from all directions, including the guards who were already in the palace and the masters hiding in the dark.

These people were either guarding Emperor Qing and the Empress, or they were rushing towards Fan Xian and the mysterious masters outside the palace.

At this time, all the courtiers in the palace did not care about etiquette. They stood up from the ground in shock or anger, and ran towards the palace guards for protection.

Those ministers with martial arts skills pulled out their sabers from the waists of the imperial guards and guarded them in front of the emperor's frame to show their loyalty.

For a moment, the whole palace was in panic, and all the human conditions were revealed in this short period of time.

But at this moment, Emperor Qing no longer had time to examine who was a loyal minister and who was a coward.

He slowly raised his head and looked out of the hall expressionlessly.

I saw a man in black clothes walking in from outside the palace. He waved his right hand gently, and the surging energy roared out, knocking down all the masters in the palace who rushed towards him and Fan Xian.

Emperor Qing noticed that this person only used one hand when he shot from afar.

In his other hand, he was still holding the collar of an unconscious man.

"...It's Eunuch Hong!"

Yun Zhilan, the only ninth-level master of Dongyi City who remained calm in the palace, now had a look of shock on his face.

"Isn't it said outside that Eunuch Hong Sixiang of Nanqing Palace is the fourth great master in the world?"

"He...how could he..."

Before he finished speaking, Yun Zhilan seemed to have thought of something and looked at the man in black in disbelief.

"You...you are the mysterious grand master of Northern Qi who massacred the ascetic monks in the temple?!"

Yun Zhilan's exclamation was still very clear in the palace.

But neither Emperor Qing nor Fan Xian nor Ya Mu paid attention to his exclamation.

Fan Xian turned around and greeted Ya Mu with a smile.

"Brother Mu, I'm sorry, I called you back before we even arrived at the temple."

"It doesn't matter. I am the time traveler in this world. How could I miss this kind of thing?"

Ya Mu replied softly, while letting go of Eunuch Hong's collar, and swung it out, knocking down the famous palace guard on the spot.

Emperor Qing looked at the two of them expressionlessly and said, "So this is what you rely on... Where is Wu Zhu, is he here too?"

Fan Xian shook his head and said, "Uncle Wu Zhu doesn't need to take action against you."

Emperor Qing suddenly laughed: "Although I don't understand why you want to take action against your biological father at this time, but for a mere great master to want to take my life in the palace, it is a bit too contemptuous. Am I done?"

"Okay." Fan Xian sighed, "Just accept the judgment of fate honestly. I know all your trump cards. I also know that you are the Grand Master."

"I also know that the imperial guards from Kyoto are coming. It won't be long before the palace will be completely surrounded."

Emperor Qing couldn't care less about being surprised as to why Fan Xian knew the secret he had hidden for more than ten years. He immediately sneered and said, "Since you know everything, why do you dare to come here to seek death?"

Fan Xian grinned, showing his white teeth: "Guess."

After saying that, Fan Xian took out the Void Jade Tag and sent a message: "That's it, the show is about to begin!"

When the news came out, thunder suddenly rolled in the sky outside the palace.

Countless dark clouds rolled over and overturned, covering the entire palace in an instant.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the golden thunderbolt that was embraced by several people crashed down, instantly shattering the vault of the entire palace, and all the bricks and wood were annihilated into powder in the violent thunder.

In the blink of an eye, the entire palace was split into an open-air building.

The dim blue nebula night sky was instantly revealed in front of everyone in the hall.

The Imperial Guards who were rushing to the palace to escort him were so shocked by this scene that they stopped in their tracks.

The people in the city were also awakened by the loud thunder, and they all stood up to check in confusion.

"Boom!"

In the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, Emperor Qing and his courtiers all raised their heads and stared blankly at the clouds above their heads.

I saw countless golden thunders surging among the clouds, suddenly turning into thunder dragons, and suddenly turning into thunder beads.

And above the rolling thunderclouds, three tall and mighty golden-armored god generals came stepping on the clouds.

The man at the head was holding a dazzling golden sword, with a heroic face and a majestic temperament. The black gold armor he wore was wrapped with golden thunder, and he looked as majestic and inviolable as the bright sun.

Behind him, countless banners covered the sky and the sun, and countless silver-armored god generals stood in the clouds holding magic weapons. They were shadowy and layered, like stepping on a cloud ladder. There were at least a hundred thousand people in sight!

The Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, the entire palace, and the entire capital all saw the magnificent scene of the arrival of hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers.

Everyone was staring at the sky blankly, and the scenes described in "Journey to the West" could not help but appear in their minds.

"One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals..."

"It turns out... there really is heaven in this world!"