"Really? Then you can go to hell!" Zhou Yuan drew out his sword, placed it on Zhou Shou's neck, then gestured and raised the sword.
He was also making a final test and threat. If Zhou Shou really didn't tell the truth when he was about to die, he would release him.
"Oh, sir, spare me!"
Zhou Shou didn't dare to bet whether this moody young master was testing him, "I just heard the master mutter a few words before he left!"
"It seems to contain the words 'Eastern Palace'!"
What!
Zhou Yuan was so excited when he heard these two words: "Haha, I didn't expect my father to have such powerful connections!"
"I have to send all the discussions in Jinyang City to my father as soon as possible. I think it will be helpful. Hahaha!"
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at this time.
Luojing, the capital of Dayin, is 800 miles south of Jinyang.
The city wall stretches for more than thirty miles, and houses millions of households.
The streets are as wide as a huge river and as straight as ink bullet marks, pointing directly to the majestic outline of the palace in the distance.
Surrounded by eight rivers, willows hang down from the banks and the garden is full of spring colors.
The city walls are continuous, tall and neat, dividing the city into countless square neighborhoods, and dividing the entire city into an orderly manner like a chessboard.
Inside the gate, a large mansion with red roofs and green tiles is hidden among them. Occasionally, a few light and long morning bells can be heard, breaking the sound on the empty street.
Outside the wall, there was already a clamor of traffic.
The passing carriages, with their rumbling wheels and the sound of dust, rushed by with an indomitable momentum.
The camel caravans of the Hu merchants walked leisurely along the road, their bells jingling and carrying bags full of exotic treasures, as if they were carrying the distant stories and customs of the entire Western Regions.
The streets are filled with the noisy sounds of the city, people talking and horses neighing, one after another, like boiling water, showing the prosperity of this city.
Beyond the densely packed streets, the palace stands tall at the end of the sight.
The three towering palace walls, like overlapping mountains, enclose a magnificent forbidden area.
The Danfeng Gate stood tall and proud, its multi-story buildings reaching into the clouds. Above the gatehouse, the glazed tiles shone with a golden glow under the early morning sun, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.
On the city walls, armored soldiers stood in rows, the sharp blades of their halberds reflecting bits of cold light, like cold stars falling from the night sky to the earth, or like the silent announcement of the majesty of the palace - inside, the most delicate and heaviest machinery of the entire vast empire was operating.
A white-bearded old man wearing a yellow robe embroidered with nine dragons stood at the gate of the imperial city, gazing towards the northwest with his eyes that seemed cloudy but were actually wise.
"His Majesty!"
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