The candidates rode carriages to the foot of the palace. Once here, they could not continue riding in carriages and had to walk in by themselves.
The players got off the carriage and faced the majestic palace and exclaimed, "Wow, the walls of this palace are so high."
"It looks more magnificent than in reality. Did the game master add a little bit of his own ideas?"
"That's for sure. This is a world of martial arts. The walls are not high, and any second-rate master can climb in."
"The feng shui of the Forbidden City nourishes people, and they will definitely not cause their brothers and sisters to die."
"To be honest, I'm a little scared. When the emperor sees that we are all men, will he beat us to death with a cane?"
"No way, I heard that the emperor's sleeves are cut off."
"Woc, isn't that even scarier? I'm just here for the reward, I don't really want to sleep with you."
……
The players chatted so excitedly that they even lifted their hat veils.
The chamberlain who came out of the palace frowned and hurriedly stepped forward to stop, "Everyone waiting to be selected, put down your hat veil quickly. Only His Majesty can see your appearance."
The players were shaken by the evil, they are all big men, there is no need to be like this.
However, they still put down their hat veils obediently, after all, they haven't received the mission rewards yet.
Seeing the candidates who had finally rearranged their queue, the waiter looked tired.
I don’t know why Your Majesty insists on choosing people from the world. Is it because he likes wild people?
The news that the emperor was going to be personally elected today had long spread, and many people gathered around the entrance of the palace to watch the excitement.
Seeing the candidates entering the palace "in an orderly manner" with the chamberlains, they couldn't help but whisper.
"It's true that most of them are men. Is it true that our Majesty is as good as Long Yang?"
"How is it possible? Haven't you heard that this draft will also select a princess for Prince Gong, so there are so many talented people."
"So it's like this. When the late emperor was in power, he wanted to grant a marriage to Prince Gong, but Prince Gong refused. He said that he liked men. As a result, they haven't gotten married until now. It seems that His Majesty compromised and wanted to choose him. A male princess."
"Our Majesty is really tolerant and open-minded."
"Yes, but why are there more handsome men than beautiful women? Does Prince Gong want to pick a few more at one time?"
"That should be the case. After all, His Royal Highness Prince Gong is very fond of male sex. He has been harassed many times by the courtiers and nobles. Only one princess is definitely not enough."
"I hope that after I have the princess, I can restrain Prince Gong. My nephew is afraid of bumping into him every day when he is on duty."
……
Xiao Yutang heard a strange sound when he got off the carriage. Although his reputation was not very good, the people's expressions were even more strange when they saw him today.
Although Jusashi scratched him a little, there shouldn't be any marks on his face, right?
He touched his face unconsciously, and Yin Xueshu came over and said, "His Royal Highness Prince Gong, are we entering the palace now?"
This time, he was personally selected to go to the palace and report the situation to the emperor. After all, Xiao Yutang was a hands-off shopkeeper who had done nothing except handing out brands, and many situations were unclear.
Xiao Yutang coughed lightly and said, "Teacher Yin, do you see anything strange on my face?"
Yin Xueshu glanced at him in surprise. There was nothing strange about him except that he was thick-skinned.
"His Royal Highness Prince Gong's face is as usual, there is nothing strange about him."
Hearing what he said, Xiao Yutang felt relieved, "Then let's enter the palace now."
The Dayong Palace is quite large, and it takes half an hour to walk to the Royal Garden.
At first, the players looked at Xi Zhou excitedly and chatted quietly from time to time. By the time they got to the back, their faces were already numb.
Now, they can't help but miss the one-click pathfinding function of ancient games.
Xie Lanyi walked in the team. Although nothing seemed out of the ordinary, he observed the layout of the palace and wrote down the path he took.
I don't know where the Wangxinlan is in the palace. After all, it is a plant and cannot be placed in a dark and lightless warehouse. It must be planted somewhere.
Maybe it's in the Imperial Garden. When you get to the Imperial Garden, you have to look for it carefully.
Qin Qinghong squeezed his hand and whispered: "Is the poster tired?"
Is it tiring to ask a happy person?
However, Xie Lanyi still found it useful. She squeezed his hand back and pushed his hand back.
"This candidate is the one to be chosen, Palace Chief. You must respect yourself."
Qin Qinghong was dumbfounded and cooperated: "With my brother's appearance, I will definitely be able to pass the personal selection. When the time comes, I hope that my brother will give me some support so that I can have a chance to stay in the palace."
Xie Lanyi blushed and glanced sideways at him, "Who are you calling brother?"
Just when the players felt like they were about to get blisters on their feet, the Royal Garden finally arrived.
But the emperor has not yet come.
Xiao Yutang took the lead and waved his hand, allowing them to move freely, but only in the chrysanthemum appreciation garden where the event was held.
It was mid-autumn at this time, and the chrysanthemums in the chrysanthemum garden were in full bloom, and the scenery was very beautiful.
But with so many handsome men waiting to be chosen by the emperor, it's a bit weird.
The rookie expert said, "This is a bit disgusting."
Braised snail noodles rolled her eyes at him, "A person with a heart looks dirty to everyone."
As soon as the players heard that they could move freely, they immediately spread out, wandering around the yard and exploring the new map.
Xie Lanyi also took Qin Qinghong around and took note of all the places he could see.
During this process, he also saw several acquaintances, except for the few who scolded Qin Qinghong yesterday for not upholding male ethics.
There are also Yan Yunfei, who once met in Luoxia Water Village, and Weiwo Aotian, who shined with his cooking skills in the talent show.
After visiting the Juyuan Garden, Emperor Xiao Beichen finally arrived late.
The reason why he came a little late was because he was stopped by some courtiers who heard that he wanted to choose a male concubine.
No wonder His Majesty has been on the throne for three years but has no heirs. It turns out that he likes men.
This is absolutely impossible. Is it okay if there is no one to succeed Dayong?
Their Majesties really have a throne to inherit!
Several courtiers headed by Yin Fengli immediately went to the imperial study to ask for an audience, telling Xiao Beichen not to establish a male concubine, otherwise they would hit the pillars to express their ambitions.
Xiao Beichen persuaded them hard to believe that this male concubine was chosen for Xiao Yutang, and invited these stubborn courtiers home, which delayed them for a long time.
He walked into the Imperial Garden with a gloomy look on his face. The NPCs saluted in unison, and the players followed suit and followed suit by making crooked salutes.
Relying on the cover of the curtain hat, many people raised their eyes to look at the emperor.
"This emperor is quite handsome, but he seems to have a bad temper. He looks very suspicious at first sight."
"There are some emperors who are suspicious of their illness."
"I'm so nervous. I'm afraid of not being selected, but also afraid of being selected."
"The little eunuch behind the emperor is a player. He is level 62. Will cutting that one really help in martial arts training?"
"Since brother is so curious, why not try it yourself?"
……
Xie Lanyi lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and his salute movements were very standard. Emperor Dayong was indeed a master of Xiaoyao Realm, and his momentum felt even stronger than Mu Li's.
