Chapter 287
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In the central part of Shenjing City, this huge square at the junction of the four sacred animal streets is called the ruins of Taiping by the people of Shenjing city.
This market is the gathering place of all the large chambers of Commerce and shops in the whole Shenjing city. It can be called an inch of land and an inch of gold.
Yueyafang, which has been promoted to be the premier chamber of Commerce in the whole summer, naturally occupies a place here. Moreover, the headquarters of Shenjing city is set up here, which is in an excellent geographical position. After all, with the popularity of hotpot in Shenjing city and even in the whole summer, yueyafang, as a promoter, is also in full swing.
The window of the private room near the Taiping ruins was opened slightly. When you looked down, you could have a panoramic view of the huge market. Xinhao, a Confucian scholar in white, raised his hand to drink a cup of tea, and then burped quietly. Feeling the unprecedented fullness in his stomach, he could not help but smile bitterly. He opened his mouth to Jiang Yue, a little prince who was also able to support himself:
he said "brother Jiang, this is called hot pot. It's amazing. No wonder people all agree that the capital is full of flowers and charming eyes. I think it's better to leave Beijing earlier. Otherwise, the hot pot alone will make me almost unable to move back."
"To tell you the truth, I grew up in this holy capital when I was a child, but I have never seen such a wonderful eating method before. When my majesty called for the first time to eat this hot pot, I almost bit off my tongue."
After Jiang Yue, the fourth son of King Bei'an, dropped his voice, all the people in the compartment nodded their agreement. Under the call of Jiang Yue, the whole army of Tian Hui gathered here. Even the now extremely busy enchantress yueya'er came to say hello, then ate with chopsticks for a moment, and then left.
From the Taoist palace, Qiu Hengji, a fat man who has been wandering with ghosts, eats the most. Xu Qing, the eldest lady of the Duke of Wei, is very gentle, but her speed is not slow and her fighting power is also strong. Therefore, there is no difference between men and women in front of delicious food.
Yueyafang is meticulous about the concept of service. There is also a special tea room in the huge private room, which is used to clear the breath of diners after eating hot pot.
At this time, there are a lot of craftsmen and craftsmen who come and go out of the market to guard against the whole place.
A large number of people gathered here, watching the battle, pointing and discussing with each other. They only knew that this was ordered by the new emperor, but there was no clue as to what kind of building it was. Jiang Yue and others in the high-rise building could just see a glimpse of the scene through the window.
Only a large number of craftsmen stacked huge stones one after another, and then the friars of the Ministry of labor released the energy of heaven and earth to bake and fix them. The base of the whole platform had a certain prototype.
"With such a large area, your majesty, what kind of building does he want to build here? Is it another sky tower?"
The fat man's murmuring voice of inquiry rang out. In the whole private room, Miss Xu stood up with her slender legs, went to the window, looked at the scene of construction in the distance, and replied:
"since it was built for the transmission of scrolls, buildings such as the Si Tian tower are obviously not suitable, but your Majesty's idea is something we can't speculate on all the time It's like an omniscient, omnipotent God. We just need to wait and see. "
All of them nodded and agreed. Suddenly, there was a clear voice from the bottom. At the same time, an old and powerful voice came out, full of vigor.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's yueyafang's turn to invite me to tell stories. Let me talk about the last paragraph."
"Good! The most interesting thing is that Mr. Yu talks about books. "
As soon as the old man's voice dropped, there was a loud cry of praise from below. The crowd around him began to gather quickly towards the storytelling platform. Those who had won a good position naturally beamed with laughter. Even in the upper compartment, Jiang Yue and other tianhuijun people were also attracted to interest. The name of the storyteller, Mr. Yu, was even heard by them.
The old man on the storytelling platform is very energetic today. He has taken care of his snow-white hair and hair. He sits upright and says:
"some time ago, I told you about the eight forbidden areas in the vast land of China. Today, we talk about people."
Said here, Mr. Yu looked around the bottom of the circle, deliberately drag the last word of the old man, the voice continued to ring.
"Who are you? That's our present-day sage, Fuyao emperor!"
As soon as this statement was said, there was an uproar at the bottom of the room, and all the people in the private room were also extremely surprised. They said that the courage of the old man, the Lord of the great Xia, was absolutely extraordinary. One reason was that Zhao Yu had been in the sight of the whole Daxia for a short time and was extremely mysterious. Only a very limited number of people knew his deeds. The second was that no matter how generous Zhao, the current leader of Daxia, was But it is still quite dangerous to talk about your Majesty in public.
The old man didn't give the people below a response of time. When he clapped the table again, he opened his mouth and said:"Fuyao emperor, only 16 years old, was the second emperor of the Daxia Dynasty. He traveled with the master for ten years, slaughtered the saints and returned to the capital. On the grand ceremony, he killed the gods with five swords and set the heaven and earth at one stroke. After that, he conquered the endless mountains and killed lions, and became emperor on the first day of October in the 89th year of the great Xia calendar."
As soon as this paragraph falls, people all show a look of contemplation, because this extremely refined paragraph directly outlines the whole experience of Zhao Yu's life, which is clear and amazing.
Even in the private room, the face of Tian Hui Jun, who was very familiar with Zhao Yu, gradually began to sink down. They looked at each other with dignity in their eyes.
"Today, I'd like to start with the story of Fuyao the great emperor who slaughtered the saint in a virtual state."
Although Zhao Yu was still young, everything he did, from the beginning of slaughtering saints in a virtual state to later killing gods and ascending the throne, was synonymous with miracles. All these things were almost unprecedented, so they were admired and trusted by the whole Xia people.
With the passage of time, the pot of tea in front of Mr. Yu almost ran out, and the book came to the end. Everyone listened with great interest and lingered.
The scholars in white also arrived at the time of parting, and they saluted and said goodbye to each other. Although it was said that they had hurt their parting since ancient times, these young people, who represent the most elite of the summer, all have a faint smile on their faces, because they understand that a new summer is coming, and that their departure may not be a departure but a temporary departure.
On the phoenix platform of the White Emperor Palace, the young master of the summer continued to stand with his hands on his back. At the Zhuque gate of the holy capital, a line of soldiers escorted the white scholars with bamboo baskets on their backs, and gradually stepped out of the holy capital.
Zhao Yu raised his hand and made a bow in front of him in the direction of the ZhuQueMen gate. Beside him, sitting at the edge of the Phoenix Terrace, he began to burn fiercely all over his body. The flames leaped and floated in the void.
And every Confucian scholar is also a fire.
Three thousand Confucian scholars went south to Shenzhou, and the great Xia school was built everywhere.
The real spring of friars was officially ignited by 3303 kindles from now on!
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In the central part of Shenjing City, this huge square at the junction of the four sacred animal streets is called the ruins of Taiping by the people of Shenjing city.
This market is the gathering place of all the large chambers of Commerce and shops in the whole Shenjing city. It can be called an inch of land and an inch of gold.
Yueyafang, which has been promoted to be the premier chamber of Commerce in the whole summer, naturally occupies a place here. Moreover, the headquarters of Shenjing city is set up here, which is in an excellent geographical position. After all, with the popularity of hotpot in Shenjing city and even in the whole summer, yueyafang, as a promoter, is also in full swing.
The window of the private room near the Taiping ruins was opened slightly. When you looked down, you could have a panoramic view of the huge market. Xinhao, a Confucian scholar in white, raised his hand to drink a cup of tea, and then burped quietly. Feeling the unprecedented fullness in his stomach, he could not help but smile bitterly. He opened his mouth to Jiang Yue, a little prince who was also able to support himself:
he said "brother Jiang, this is called hot pot. It's amazing. No wonder people all agree that the capital is full of flowers and charming eyes. I think it's better to leave Beijing earlier. Otherwise, the hot pot alone will make me almost unable to move back."
"To tell you the truth, I grew up in this holy capital when I was a child, but I have never seen such a wonderful eating method before. When my majesty called for the first time to eat this hot pot, I almost bit off my tongue."
After Jiang Yue, the fourth son of King Bei'an, dropped his voice, all the people in the compartment nodded their agreement. Under the call of Jiang Yue, the whole army of Tian Hui gathered here. Even the now extremely busy enchantress yueya'er came to say hello, then ate with chopsticks for a moment, and then left.
From the Taoist palace, Qiu Hengji, a fat man who has been wandering with ghosts, eats the most. Xu Qing, the eldest lady of the Duke of Wei, is very gentle, but her speed is not slow and her fighting power is also strong. Therefore, there is no difference between men and women in front of delicious food.
Yueyafang is meticulous about the concept of service. There is also a special tea room in the huge private room, which is used to clear the breath of diners after eating hot pot.
At this time, there are a lot of craftsmen and craftsmen who come and go out of the market to guard against the whole place.
A large number of people gathered here, watching the battle, pointing and discussing with each other. They only knew that this was ordered by the new emperor, but there was no clue as to what kind of building it was. Jiang Yue and others in the high-rise building could just see a glimpse of the scene through the window.
Only a large number of craftsmen stacked huge stones one after another, and then the friars of the Ministry of labor released the energy of heaven and earth to bake and fix them. The base of the whole platform had a certain prototype.
"With such a large area, your majesty, what kind of building does he want to build here? Is it another sky tower?"
The fat man's murmuring voice of inquiry rang out. In the whole private room, Miss Xu stood up with her slender legs, went to the window, looked at the scene of construction in the distance, and replied:
"since it was built for the transmission of scrolls, buildings such as the Si Tian tower are obviously not suitable, but your Majesty's idea is something we can't speculate on all the time It's like an omniscient, omnipotent God. We just need to wait and see. "
All of them nodded and agreed. Suddenly, there was a clear voice from the bottom. At the same time, an old and powerful voice came out, full of vigor.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's yueyafang's turn to invite me to tell stories. Let me talk about the last paragraph."
"Good! The most interesting thing is that Mr. Yu talks about books. "
As soon as the old man's voice dropped, there was a loud cry of praise from below. The crowd around him began to gather quickly towards the storytelling platform. Those who had won a good position naturally beamed with laughter. Even in the upper compartment, Jiang Yue and other tianhuijun people were also attracted to interest. The name of the storyteller, Mr. Yu, was even heard by them.
The old man on the storytelling platform is very energetic today. He has taken care of his snow-white hair and hair. He sits upright and says:
"some time ago, I told you about the eight forbidden areas in the vast land of China. Today, we talk about people."
Said here, Mr. Yu looked around the bottom of the circle, deliberately drag the last word of the old man, the voice continued to ring.
"Who are you? That's our present-day sage, Fuyao emperor!"
As soon as this statement was said, there was an uproar at the bottom of the room, and all the people in the private room were also extremely surprised. They said that the courage of the old man, the Lord of the great Xia, was absolutely extraordinary. One reason was that Zhao Yu had been in the sight of the whole Daxia for a short time and was extremely mysterious. Only a very limited number of people knew his deeds. The second was that no matter how generous Zhao, the current leader of Daxia, was But it is still quite dangerous to talk about your Majesty in public.
The old man didn't give the people below a response of time. When he clapped the table again, he opened his mouth and said:"Fuyao emperor, only 16 years old, was the second emperor of the Daxia Dynasty. He traveled with the master for ten years, slaughtered the saints and returned to the capital. On the grand ceremony, he killed the gods with five swords and set the heaven and earth at one stroke. After that, he conquered the endless mountains and killed lions, and became emperor on the first day of October in the 89th year of the great Xia calendar."
As soon as this paragraph falls, people all show a look of contemplation, because this extremely refined paragraph directly outlines the whole experience of Zhao Yu's life, which is clear and amazing.
Even in the private room, the face of Tian Hui Jun, who was very familiar with Zhao Yu, gradually began to sink down. They looked at each other with dignity in their eyes.
"Today, I'd like to start with the story of Fuyao the great emperor who slaughtered the saint in a virtual state."
Although Zhao Yu was still young, everything he did, from the beginning of slaughtering saints in a virtual state to later killing gods and ascending the throne, was synonymous with miracles. All these things were almost unprecedented, so they were admired and trusted by the whole Xia people.
With the passage of time, the pot of tea in front of Mr. Yu almost ran out, and the book came to the end. Everyone listened with great interest and lingered.
The scholars in white also arrived at the time of parting, and they saluted and said goodbye to each other. Although it was said that they had hurt their parting since ancient times, these young people, who represent the most elite of the summer, all have a faint smile on their faces, because they understand that a new summer is coming, and that their departure may not be a departure but a temporary departure.
On the phoenix platform of the White Emperor Palace, the young master of the summer continued to stand with his hands on his back. At the Zhuque gate of the holy capital, a line of soldiers escorted the white scholars with bamboo baskets on their backs, and gradually stepped out of the holy capital.
Zhao Yu raised his hand and made a bow in front of him in the direction of the ZhuQueMen gate. Beside him, sitting at the edge of the Phoenix Terrace, he began to burn fiercely all over his body. The flames leaped and floated in the void.
And every Confucian scholar is also a fire.
Three thousand Confucian scholars went south to Shenzhou, and the great Xia school was built everywhere.
The real spring of friars was officially ignited by 3303 kindles from now on!
www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
In the central part of Shenjing City, this huge square at the junction of the four sacred animal streets is called the ruins of Taiping by the people of Shenjing city. This market is the gathering place of all the large chambers of Commerce and shops in the whole Shenjing city. It can be called an inch of land and an inch of gold. Yueyafang, which has been promoted to be the premier chamber of Commerce in the whole summer, naturally occupies a place here. Moreover, the headquarters of Shenjing city is set up here, which is in an excellent geographical position. After all, with the popularity of hotpot in Shenjing city and even in the whole summer, yueyafang, as a promoter, is also in full swing. The window of the private room near the Taiping ruins was opened slightly. When you looked down, you could have a panoramic view of the huge market. Xinhao, a Confucian scholar in white, raised his hand to drink a cup of tea, and then burped quietly. Feeling the unprecedented fullness in his stomach, he could not help but smile bitterly. He opened his mouth to Jiang Yue, a little prince who was also able to support himself: he said "brother Jiang, this is called hot pot. It's amazing. No wonder people all agree that the capital is full of flowers and charming eyes. I think it's better to leave Beijing earlier. Otherwise, the hot pot alone will make me almost unable to move back." "To tell you the truth, I grew up in this holy capital when I was a child, but I have never seen such a wonderful eating method before. When my majesty called for the first time to eat this hot pot, I almost bit off my tongue." After Jiang Yue, the fourth son of King Bei'an, dropped his voice, all the people in the compartment nodded their agreement. Under the call of Jiang Yue, the whole army of Tian Hui gathered here. Even the now extremely busy enchantress yueya'er came to say hello, then ate with chopsticks for a moment, and then left. From the Taoist palace, Qiu Hengji, a fat man who has been wandering with ghosts, eats the most. Xu Qing, the eldest lady of the Duke of Wei, is very gentle, but her speed is not slow and her fighting power is also strong. Therefore, there is no difference between men and women in front of delicious food. Yueyafang is meticulous about the concept of service. There is also a special tea room in the huge private room, which is used to clear the breath of diners after eating hot pot. At this time, there are a lot of craftsmen and craftsmen who come and go out of the market to guard against the whole place. A large number of people gathered here, watching the battle, pointing and discussing with each other. They only knew that this was ordered by the new emperor, but there was no clue as to what kind of building it was. Jiang Yue and others in the high-rise building could just see a glimpse of the scene through the window. Only a large number of craftsmen stacked huge stones one after another, and then the friars of the Ministry of labor released the energy of heaven and earth to bake and fix them. The base of the whole platform had a certain prototype. "With such a large area, your majesty, what kind of building does he want to build here? Is it another sky tower?" The fat man's murmuring voice of inquiry rang out. In the whole private room, Miss Xu stood up with her slender legs, went to the window, looked at the scene of construction in the distance, and replied: "since it was built for the transmission of scrolls, buildings such as the Si Tian tower are obviously not suitable, but your Majesty's idea is something we can't speculate on all the time It's like an omniscient, omnipotent God. We just need to wait and see. " All of them nodded and agreed. Suddenly, there was a clear voice from the bottom. At the same time, an old and powerful voice came out, full of vigor. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's yueyafang's turn to invite me to tell stories. Let me talk about the last paragraph." "Good! The most interesting thing is that Mr. Yu talks about books. " As soon as the old man's voice dropped, there was a loud cry of praise from below. The crowd around him began to gather quickly towards the storytelling platform. Those who had won a good position naturally beamed with laughter. Even in the upper compartment, Jiang Yue and other tianhuijun people were also attracted to interest. The name of the storyteller, Mr. Yu, was even heard by them. The old man on the storytelling platform is very energetic today. He has taken care of his snow-white hair and hair. He sits upright and says: "some time ago, I told you about the eight forbidden areas in the vast land of China. Today, we talk about people." Said here, Mr. Yu looked around the bottom of the circle, deliberately drag the last word of the old man, the voice continued to ring. "Who are you? That's our present-day sage, Fuyao emperor!" As soon as this statement was said, there was an uproar at the bottom of the room, and all the people in the private room were also extremely surprised. They said that the courage of the old man, the Lord of the great Xia, was absolutely extraordinary. One reason was that Zhao Yu had been in the sight of the whole Daxia for a short time and was extremely mysterious. Only a very limited number of people knew his deeds. The second was that no matter how generous Zhao, the current leader of Daxia, was But it is still quite dangerous to talk about your Majesty in public. The old man didn't give the people below a response of time. When he clapped the table again, he opened his mouth and said:"Fuyao emperor, only 16 years old, was the second emperor of the Daxia Dynasty. He traveled with the master for ten years, slaughtered the saints and returned to the capital. On the grand ceremony, he killed the gods with five swords and set the heaven and earth at one stroke. After that, he conquered the endless mountains and killed lions, and became emperor on the first day of October in the 89th year of the great Xia calendar." As soon as this paragraph falls, people all show a look of contemplation, because this extremely refined paragraph directly outlines the whole experience of Zhao Yu's life, which is clear and amazing. Even in the private room, the face of Tian Hui Jun, who was very familiar with Zhao Yu, gradually began to sink down. They looked at each other with dignity in their eyes. "Today, I'd like to start with the story of Fuyao the great emperor who slaughtered the saint in a virtual state." Although Zhao Yu was still young, everything he did, from the beginning of slaughtering saints in a virtual state to later killing gods and ascending the throne, was synonymous with miracles. All these things were almost unprecedented, so they were admired and trusted by the whole Xia people. With the passage of time, the pot of tea in front of Mr. Yu almost ran out, and the book came to the end. Everyone listened with great interest and lingered. The scholars in white also arrived at the time of parting, and they saluted and said goodbye to each other. Although it was said that they had hurt their parting since ancient times, these young people, who represent the most elite of the summer, all have a faint smile on their faces, because they understand that a new summer is coming, and that their departure may not be a departure but a temporary departure. On the phoenix platform of the White Emperor Palace, the young master of the summer continued to stand with his hands on his back. At the Zhuque gate of the holy capital, a line of soldiers escorted the white scholars with bamboo baskets on their backs, and gradually stepped out of the holy capital. Zhao Yu raised his hand and made a bow in front of him in the direction of the ZhuQueMen gate. Beside him, sitting at the edge of the Phoenix Terrace, he began to burn fiercely all over his body. The flames leaped and floated in the void. And every Confucian scholar is also a fire. Three thousand Confucian scholars went south to Shenzhou, and the great Xia school was built everywhere. The real spring of friars was officially ignited by 3303 kindles from now on! www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
