Chapter 720: Unwavering Love

At that time, the people of Kyoto were still sleeping soundly in their dreams.

Representatives of the literary circles of the Sheng Kingdom, who were about to leave the city to greet the Northern Man envoys, had already gathered at the Beiding Gate.

At this time, there is still half an hour before the official drill, and each team is checking whether all their players are present.

For the convenience of the drill, more than 20 braziers were lit in the small square under Beidingmen, lighting up the space as bright as day and allowing the members of the mission to see every move clearly.

Sikongjian stood on the inner city wall, watching every move in the square below. When he saw the purple formation, his eyes stopped, and his sharp eyes swept over the ordinary faces.

Eighteen, nineteen. One less person.

"Where is Liu Ji?" Sikong Jian asked the person next to him.

Sun Jiang leaned over and glanced around, and suddenly saw a purple shadow riding a horse from the west. He pointed out happily:

"There it is!"

Sikong Jian looked in the direction pointed by Sun Jiang and saw a man in purple clothes and a jade crown, riding a red horse, breaking through the heavy black fog and running toward the crowd. When he reached the light, he pulled the reins and quickly turned over and dismounted.

Wearing purple clothes, he has a dignified appearance and a tall figure. Even though he is surrounded by people who are wearing the same clothes, he is stunned by the others and stands out from the crowd.

How can a man look so good! Sun Jiang was shocked in his heart.

He was just about to see who had more outstanding looks between his master and that person, when he turned around and realized that the person next to him had long disappeared.

As soon as Liu Ji appeared, Sikong Jian went down the tower. As he walked quickly, he was wearing an envoy's black robe and waving his teeth in the night wind.

As soon as Liu Ji turned around, he saw the darkness that was richer than night, and his heart skipped a beat.

But when he lowered his head and looked at the silver ring on his right hand, he calmed down instantly and said first:

"There's still time for a cup of tea before it's time to make a cup of tea, and I'm not late."

After saying that, I bowed to him and quickly ran towards the literary student representative team and stood on the empty seat with a serious look as if I was always ready to practice.

The words of questioning had slipped down his throat, but there was no chance to speak them out. Sikong Jian choked so hard that he almost choked himself to death.

On the city wall, the official of the Ministry of Rites in charge of the drill confirmed that everyone had arrived, immediately raised the ceremonial chess used for command, and started the drill.

In fact, there are no tricks. It just explains the process, walks everyone through it, reminds everyone what they should pay attention to, and tries not to violate the various taboos of the northern barbarians, so as to ensure that the meeting between the two countries goes smoothly.

During the drill, Liu Ji was shocked to find that the literary representatives in his team had all kinds of strange looks. At a glance, none of them had regular features.

In such a comparison, his already superior appearance is simply astonishing. It would be difficult not to attract anyone's attention, unless he is blind.

Normally, Liu Ji would have been secretly happy. After all, who wouldn't be happy being the first?

But he couldn't laugh at all now.

What does the appearance of these strange literary students mean?

It means that his guess is correct. Sikong Jian, this bastard, just wants the Northern Barbarian Princess to take a fancy to him and send him to the Northern Barbarians.

Fortunately, yesterday he thought he was in the same sect and his senior brother wanted to support his junior brother.

When he thought about how he had let go of his prejudice against Sikong Jian yesterday, and was even a little touched, and when he looked at the representatives of the crooked literary world around him at this moment, Liu Ji wanted to slap himself hard in the face.

Why?

etc!

Here is another one who looks like a human being!

"Brother?!" Lu Xiaofeng shouted uncertainly.

Liu Ji's eyes widened in surprise, "Little brother!"

The two wannabe brothers didn't expect to meet each other here, and they were so excited that they almost forgot they were still practicing.

Liu Ji didn't forget that there was a pair of gloomy eyes staring at him from behind, so he quickly winked at Lu Xiaofeng and talked about it later.

When the Ministry of Rites let everyone take a break, the two could no longer control their joy, walked through the crowd, and hugged each other fiercely.

Lu Xiaofeng: "Brother, why are you here too?"

Liu Ji: "Brother, why are you here?"

The two looked at each other and laughed. They didn't need to know the answer at all, they were just happy.

Other literary students all knew Lu Xiaofeng, and when they saw him holding someone in his arms and calling him Big Brother, they gathered around him curiously and asked who Liu Ji was.

Lu Xiaofeng put her arms around Liu Ji's shoulders and started to introduce him, but she got stuck when she opened her mouth.

He didn't know. He only knew that his eldest brother's name was Liu Ji and that he came from the northwest.

But the people who can join the welcoming mission this time are all from family backgrounds, and it is impossible for civilians to participate.

so.

"Brother, who are you?" Lu Xiaofeng looked at Liu Ji and asked curiously.

Liu Ji coughed and said, "It seems I can no longer hide my true identity."

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, Liu Ji solemnly saluted everyone with his fists clasped and said humbly:

"I am Liu Ji, who studied under the great Confucian Mr. Gong Liangliao. It is our first time meeting you. If I have offended you in any way, I hope you will forgive me."

Everyone was stunned for a moment when they heard this.

Unexpectedly, the outstanding-looking man in front of me was actually a disciple of the great Confucian Gong Liangxiao.

So, wouldn't the Imperial Master be Liu Ji's fellow disciple?

There is also the prodigy Qi Xianguan of the Prime Minister's Mansion. He and Liu Ji, who is the senior brother and who is the junior brother?

Everyone was curious and asked, and Liu Ji smiled and replied: "Senior Brother Qi and I entered the school last, ranking last."

At this time, a person next to him suddenly pointed at Liu Ji and said in surprise: "Aren't you the one who went to the Imperial Prefect's Mansion to recruit servants?"

Liu Ji smiled lightly, turned around and clasped his fists towards him, "Taking care of the teacher is the student's duty."

Seeing that he admitted it openly, everyone stopped questioning.

The Grand Master was watching from the city, and no one should be so bold as to lie in front of the master.

Looking at Liu Ji again, his words and deeds were free and unrestrained, and his appearance was even more outstanding. Although he was born a commoner, he was neither humble nor arrogant in front of these children of noble families, without any flattery, and he really looked like a disciple of Mr. Gongliang.

The happiest person was Lu Xiaofeng, who didn't expect that she could become a disciple of a great scholar just by casually swearing in a teahouse. What luck!

"Xiaofeng, look at my hand." Liu Ji suddenly raised his right hand, and deliberately stretched out his ring finger to shake it in front of Lu Xiaofeng, with a proud look on his face, "Do you know what this is?"

Although Lu Xiaofeng felt that her brother's move was inexplicable, she still cooperated and asked curiously: "A silver ring? What kind of accessory is this? I seem to have never seen it before."

"It's called a ring." Liu Ji looked at the silver loach back open ring tenderly, seemingly looking at the ring, but actually looking at the person through the ring.

"This is made by my wife overnight, a total of two, on the other side of the distant ocean, the ring symbolizes loyal love"

Liu Ji said the nonsense that Qin Yao taught him to make up in a deep tone without missing a word.

Mysterious country, silver ring, loyal love, Lu Xiaofeng, a young man who has not yet married and is full of vigor, blushed and yearned for it. (End of this chapter)