Saying goodbye to Master Qin He came to the palace.

Looking around, the lucky golden dragon was weak and almost illusory, and was squeezed into a corner of the palace.

The central position was replaced by a ferocious black python.

It entrenched above the palace, with the python's pupils half open and half closed, as if they were sleeping.

The python of luck is the rank of the heroic vassal lord. Under chance and progress, it can turn into a python into a dragon.

However, just as the demon turns into a dragon, destiny, opportunity, and enterprising are indispensable, most lucky pythons do not have the chance to turn into a golden dragon.

The art of luck is determined by heaven, and things are done by man.

In a chaotic world, if the heroes come out together, even if they are cracked, they can condense the golden dragon.

If heroes emerge in many places and the world is dark, even if the country is unified, the golden dragon will not appear.

The most typical example is that during the Three Kingdoms, three lucky golden dragons in the East appeared in the world, competing for strange and beautiful things.

During the Five Dynasties of the North and South, even the rulers could not condense the golden dragon. After you finished singing, I would appear, and the emperor took turns to come to my house next year.

Without it, luck is insufficient.

Without hesitation, Qin He walked in.

This time, there was almost no resistance.

"Who is coming?"

At the palace gate, a Yi Yi, a slut with his arm on his waist, asked coldly.

"Your father."

Qin He's footsteps did not stop at all.

Bie Jiayi instantly raised some fog on his pupils, and he respectfully shouted to Qin He: "Dad, you are here."

"Open the door!"

"Yes, dad."

Yi Jiang Bia Jia nodded obediently, opened the palace gate himself and sent Qin He in.

This scene made General Yi look at me and I look at you, looking at you, looking at you, looking at you with disbelief.

The general's father is too young.

Not only young, but also handsome.

This dad doesn't look like a dad.

One of the square-faced soldiers couldn't help it and said to Yi General: "General An, didn't you say that your father had been dead for eighteen years?"

"Dad?" Yi slowly dissipated the fog in his eyes and said, "What kind of dad?"

"No... the one who just entered, don't you call him his father?" Fangfang Bingding swallowed and pointed to the palace gate that had not been completely closed.

"Nonsense, my father has died eighteen years ago." Yi General glared at Bingding with an unhappy expression.

"It's not your own father, that's your godfather?" Bingding thought of something and said again.

Among the rebels, it is very common to recognize godfathers.

The Queen of the Breaking King Wu recognized his godson, and he worked hard on the top and the bottom.

However, Yi Jiang's face became even more angry. He slapped the soldier on the forehead and said, "What kind of godfather, the person who can make this general a godfather has not been born yet. Let's talk to see if I believe it or not, I will deal with you."

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Bing Ding's neck shrank, covering his mouth and not daring to speak anymore.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the man who had just entered stretched his head out of the crack of the palace gate.

Yi Jiang looked closely and the anger on his face instantly turned into flattery: "Dad!"

Bing Ding: "..."

Soldiers: "..."

"Where is the King of Breaking?"

Qin He asked, the python of luck suppressed it, and his perception became significantly worse.

"The King of Chuang is drinking with the generals now, in Yongshou Palace." Yi Jiang said without hesitation.

Qin He nodded and shrank his head back.

The soldiers looked at me again, and I looked at you, and then focused on Yi Jiang's eyes, which had already brought a hint of pity.

The general's mind was gone.

"Look at what to look at, let's dig out your eyes."

...

This is the first time Qin He has entered the palace.

One word, big.

Two words, very big.

The imperial palace is nominally just the emperor's residence, but in fact it is a place where tens of thousands of people eat and live.

There are four doors in Guangda.

It is also divided into inner and outer courtyards. The outer courtyard has nine halls and one palace, three halls and twelve palaces in the inner court, plus the Cining Palace, the Yangxin Hall and a huge imperial garden.

I dare not say how luxurious it is, but just because of this momentum, it is worthy of being the residence of the emperor.

Yongshou Palace, where the emperor invited all civil and military officials and envoys from the outside world.

It was just noon at this moment, and the huge banquet hall was drifting and was drunk.

Dozens of generals of the rebel army hugged the beautiful dancer, drinking with red faces and thick necks, crooked mouths and slanted eyes, some of them swayed and stood up, and one fell to the point of falling down and was unconscious.

Some of them were holding their chests and holding the wine jar before they could drink two sips, and they vomited out with a wow sound.

Some sing and dance, while others smirked.

The smell of alcohol, powder, various body odor, sweat and acid, and the special smell of vomit are mixed together, which can be seen by the naked eye, and the turbid air soars into the sky.

The huge banquet hall is like a city, smoky.

At the top, a middle-aged man in a bright yellow dragon robe threw the jar of wine on the ground with a "bang", his eyes turned pale, and he lay down along the chair.

"The King of Breakings is no longer possible!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

"It's not yet... at noon, the King of Chuang lost."

“…”

Seeing this, several charity generals burst into laughter with drunken eyes.

However, in a corner of the banquet hall, there was a minor official sitting upright. When he saw the King of Chuang falling into a drunken state, he wrote in a small book.

This official is a historian.

Historians write about the words and deeds of the emperor and write about the emperor's daily life. The small book he wrote is called "Notes on the Emperor's Daily Life".

Li Chuang was called emperor, but after occupying the capital, he also imitated the emperor's etiquette and followed the historian.

The historian's name is Zhang Heng, who writes small fly-headed calligraphy, and writes extremely fast.

However, such speed is not written much, it is just a hand speed.

In fact, there is only one sentence on his daily life note.

The book is as follows:

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the emperor's hour was about to start, and the court was stopped. Twenty-three generals were summoned to drink. They were drunk. They woke up until the hour of You. They summoned thirty-six generals to drink, and they were drunk again. They were not lucky.

On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, the emperor got up at noon, stopped the court, summoned twenty-seven generals to drink, and were drunk; but unfortunately.

On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the emperor started to the Mao hour and stopped the court. He summoned civil and military officials and forty-three generals to drink. He was drunk and woke up at the Wu hour. He summoned twenty-nine generals to drink and got drunk again. He was not lucky.

On the eleventh day of the twelfth lunar month, the emperor started to get off the court and stopped the court. General Liu Zhongmin asked for donations. Emperor Yun asked to kill him and summoned Liu Zongmin and 67 generals to drink, and were drunk. At night, he was lucky enough to be the concubine, but she was not successful.

...

On the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, the emperor started at noon and stopped the court. Prime Minister Li Yan advised the emperor to stop donating, appease all officials and the people, and presided over the government. The emperor was unhappy and drank the prime minister and summoned all generals to drink. He was drunk at night. He was lucky enough to be the concubine, but she was not successful.
Chapter completed!