Chapter 163 Meeting of the Five Kings
The luxurious carriage drove into the palace. The guards retreated to both sides of the road and knelt down to pay their respects, holding their breath and lowering their heads to suppress the excitement in their hearts.
Everyone who comes is a king.
A king who controls the entire world and stands on an unreachable peak overlooking the mountains and rivers.
The heroic spirit runs through my intestines, and the excited shudders roar along with my blood.
The kings of the five nations gathered together for the first time. How fortunate they were to have passed through layers of selection and won the chance to serve today.
The palace was completely silent, save for the sounds of rolling wheels and horse hooves, which was eerily depressing.
At the end of the road was the host Emperor Jing, who squinted his eyes as if watching the undercurrents beneath this brief peace.
The first luxurious carriage stopped, and the man in the crowd opened the curtain and walked out calmly and gracefully.
Gentle, elegant, refined and clean-handed, this was Jun Lin's first impression of the man in front of him.
"Emperor Jing, I haven't seen you for a long time. I hope you are well."
The tall man smiled and greeted her. Jun Lin half-covered his eyelashes to hide the cold light that flashed across his eyes, but he replied politely: "Since I ascended the throne, this is the first time I have officially met the King of Southern Xinjiang."
She could see the bigotry and distortion hidden beneath the gentle exterior, and the heart that was so rotten and stinking that it was actually hiding such a bright and beautiful appearance.
The King of Southern Xinjiang had a handsome face, like a pale-faced scholar. He said gently, "The first time we met was to sign a peace treaty, so it can be considered a meeting of great significance."
The two of them exchanged a few words when the second carriage stopped and some movement occurred. Jun Lin and the King of Southern Xinjiang subconsciously stopped their conversation and looked over.
The man who got off the carriage was burly and tall, with strong muscles that seemed to burst out of his clothes, but it was undeniable that he had handsome and handsome features, and his eyes, as sinister and oppressive as a lone wolf, carried the aura of a king.
In a trance, Jun Lin saw the shadow of Ye Du in that face.
"Am I late?"
Emperor Ze looked straight at Emperor Jing, seemingly calm, but everyone knew how unhappy Emperor Ze was as he had just been badly beaten by Emperor Jing's army.
Both of them were smiling tigers. Even if they were fighting to death one second, they would still talk in a friendly manner with a smile on their faces the next. Jun Lin curled his lips and said, "How could that be? Didn't the King of Yue and the Lord of the Snow Region come yet? The Emperor of Ze has already arrived early."
The King of Southern Xinjiang smiled gently: "Look, Emperor Jing still protects you."
The three of them stood there talking, while the envoys from various countries who came with them stood aside and greeted Minghe and his friends, including the ministers who came with the King of Yue.
The sun was shining brightly today, and the kings of the Three Kingdoms were chatting and laughing, but no one felt the warmth.
Emperor Jing had grievances with the King of Southern Xinjiang and Emperor Ze, including the one who had arrived now.
The third carriage arrived, and the man in the navy blue robe walked over elegantly, his cold features carrying a smile that didn't reach his eyes: "Hmm? I didn't expect the King of Southern Xinjiang and the Emperor of Ze to arrive before me."
The King of Southern Xinjiang smiled and said, "Even the King of Yue is here. It turns out that the Lord of the Snow Region has the most face."
The current situation is clearly one against three.
Yue and Ze were not only allies, but also had trade relations with southern Xinjiang. These three countries were like grasshoppers on a rope, with Emperor Jing alone.
Jun Lin raised his eyebrows nonchalantly: "By the way, does the King of Yue like the little gift I gave him recently?"
The King of Yue's eyes darkened, and he smiled with a fake smile: "I didn't know that Emperor Jing had this habit of giving leeches as gifts."
Jun Lin sincerely took over the conversation: "I caught them all myself. Gifts should be unique. Does the King of Yue like them?"
How could he say no in this situation? The man could only suppress his anger and smile: "I like it very much."
Jun Lin said with satisfaction: "That's good."
Emperor Ze raised his eyelids and said indifferently, "Emperor Jing is very hospitable."
Jun Lin said politely: "Your Majesty, you are too flattering."
She was in no mood to listen to the cries of losers.
When the last carriage arrived, the four people who had been arguing with each other suddenly stopped arguing and looked over here with curiosity.
The Snow Region is even more mysterious than Southern Xinjiang. At least people in Southern Xinjiang know the name of the King of Southern Xinjiang, and some people in the court also know what he looks like, but no one in the Snow Region knows that.
If it is already extremely terrifying that people in Southern Xinjiang rely on insects to control people, then it is even more horrifying that people in the Snow Region believe in a god whose existence is not even known.
All the news about the Lord of the Snow Region was delivered by a close attendant and the high priest. It was no wonder that Xingzhi's eyes widened when he learned that the Lord of the Snow Region had contact with Junlin.
It turns out that the Lord of the Snow Region really exists. This was what he thought more in his mind at that time.
Everyone was watching the last carriage with bated breath, and then a hand with even and thin joints stretched out to open the door curtain, and then he lowered his body slightly and got out of the carriage with his clothes floating.
Jun Lin: “???”
"My name is Wen Suili, the High Priest of the Snow Region. My Lord has been unwell recently, so he sent me to sign the treaty."
The man with long, slightly curly silver hair and warm, icy blue eyes is as clear as a trickle of water. He is extremely charming and has a graceful smile on his soft lips.
Jun Lin's body stiffened for a moment, and he blinked a little slowly.
After returning, Yunyu told her that the person who received them was the high priest, but he did not reveal his name. How could she have thought that the so-called high priest was her own master!
Everyone was stunned for a moment. The air was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard. It was obvious that the kings of the other three kingdoms were also seeing the High Priest of the Snow Region for the first time.
The nobleman who noticed the anomaly here looked up lazily, until Wen Suili's slender figure was clearly reflected in his pupils, he half-lowered his eyelids and smiled meaningfully.
This surprised him. He didn't expect that his master had such an identity.
Ming He also raised his eyes to take a look, then quickly retracted his gaze and continued talking with the ministers.
Minghe was a great master of the Legalists, and Gongqing was a genius of the Political Strategy. The academic collision of the same level made the two of them have a lot of good conversations.
The sound of laughter filled the space again. Wen Suili looked at the King of Yue, the Emperor of Ze and the King of Southern Xinjiang one by one with a cool and distant look, and finally stopped at Emperor Jing. The dead water in his eyes slowly became fresh.
Jun Lin greeted him eagerly: "It's okay, you can come too."
The attitude of the three Kings of Yue towards Emperor Jing was not surprising. Since Emperor Jing sent troops to aid the Snow Region, the relationship between the two sides must be good.
Xueyu and Jingguo are allies, everyone can see it.
In this crisis-ridden gathering, Guigu and his three companions gathered quietly.
When the five people arrived, a banquet was naturally held to entertain them. Soon there was singing and dancing in the hall and the aroma of wine filled the air.
Sitting in the main seat was Emperor Jing, with the left prime minister Minghe standing beside him, and two kings and their attendants sitting on the left and right below.
The person following Wen Suili was the envoy who came to borrow troops, the person following the King of Yue was a minister, the person following the Emperor of Ze was a burly, strong, and stern-looking man, and the person following the King of Nanjiang was a man with a feminine face and unknown depth.
The five people sat casually, some smiling and some looking indifferent.
Emperor Jing, who was sitting in the main seat, crossed his legs, supported his head with one hand, and stared at the graceful dancer below with a half-smile.
The high priest smiled, lowered his eyelashes, and stared at the clear tea in the cup without saying a word.
The King of Yue stretched one leg out and curled the other, bend his fingers and beat the rhythm, his slender eagle eyes were actually dark.
Emperor Ze sat with his back straight, his hands resting on his crossed thighs, his cold and deep eyes looking as if nothing was in his sight.
The King of Southern Xinjiang was also looking at the dancer with his chin in one hand. He was obviously not interested, and there seemed to be a strange mist in his eyes, making him look gloomy and eerie.
The official slightly side-glanced, his eyes sweeping over each person inconspicuously, then he squinted his eyes and shook the clear wine in the glass.
No one has a say in the upper echelons, so naturally the servants have no right to speak. Everyone is absent-minded and has their own agenda.
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ps: They all want to be special, so they call themselves kings, emperors, and call themselves “I” and “Lonely”, but this is not the point, the point is: Happy New Year!!!
Thank you babies for your company until now! Bobobo~ Today we had a great meal and watched the Spring Festival Gala!