Nine Kings.

Is it momentum?

Mingxiluo felt the sudden pilgrimage of respect and solemnity behind him, and held his palm uncontrollably.

Nine Kings, even though this person is extremely powerful, has an unshakable position in Liang State, and holds a powerful force that has turned the world upside down in Liang State.

But it also makes people eager to try it out. How many people yearn for the power in his hands?

The Nine Kings, the Expeditionary Force, made people feel uncontrollable.

This is the first time that Mingxiluo stood in this position, welcomed the nine kings who returned and won. It is also the first time that he felt the true meaning of shocking the court and the public.

Ming Xiluo felt that he also admired the prince who made great achievements in the stability of the Daliang Kingdom, but his heart was surging, calculating the yardstick that could measure the power of the Nine Kings.

Even for the future, it is very likely that he will fight with this person and regain his fighting spirit.

The team was getting closer and closer, the outline of the armor was gloomy and burning eyes, the momentum of the march was soaring to the sky, and a sharp arrow that was penetrated with iron blood almost condensed into substance and rushed towards the officials of Liangdu!

Liang Gongxu shook his body.

Mingxiluo has not moved.

All the officials behind him were quieter and more respectful.

Mingxiluo's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Blade of the Nine Kings.

The team was getting closer and closer. The Nine Kings rode on a BMW with a blood-red body in armor and came quickly. He was in his fifties but he was tall and mighty, like a sword with a sharp peak and blood-stained sword, carrying an unshakable sacred and boundless sacred way.

Where he said, people had kneeled down uncontrollably, and screamed:

"Nine Kings Thousand Years Thousand Years Thousand Years Thousand Years Thousand Years Thousand Years Thousand Years Thousand Years Thousand Years."

"Welcome the Ninth Prince to return victoriously."

"Nine Kings Thousand Years Thousand Years Thousand Years Thousand Years Thousand Years Thousand Years!"

"Welcome the Nine Kings to return victoriously!"

Ming Xiluo noticed that the officials behind him also knelt down, shouting with the voices of the people around him. At this moment, everyone's identities were rushing towards him, and it was apart from the mud.

Ming Xiluo was stunned for a moment, and immediately knelt down with the public, shouting sincerely and enthusiastically.

Ming Xiluo took advantage of the moment when his head was lowered and glanced at Liang Gongxu. The momentum in the prince's eyes could not be weak.

Seeing that the prince's expression was calm, Mingxiluo took back Yu Guang, the Nine Kings had no son, and his power could be expanded unscrupulously, until today when no one could stop him!

This is a wise man, a sharp and restrained Confucian general. If this man had a son, it would be another situation.

The man who had not yet removed his armor came with a swelling spirit.

Mingxiluo's palms itched a little, and he didn't believe that these people didn't have time to take off their armor and fall into their saddles.

"Nine Uncle!"

The Ninth Prince was shiny, and the tall war horses were neighing and stopped five meters in front of his nephew. A hearty laughter had already come, but his arrow-like eyes instantly looked at the person behind his nephew, and the person who played with power and took advantage of the situation, moved away in an instant: "Nephew!"

"Nine Uncle." Liang Gongxu was like a child, and had already run forward to help Nine Uncle lead the horse.

The Nine Kings laughed.

The feelings of Ru Mu in Liang Gongxu's eyes were beyond words: "Niu Uncle, thank you for your hard work. The Empress Dowager has been waiting for No. 9 for several days."

When the Ninth Prince heard this, his expression of dissatisfaction with old age also had a touch of warmth. He raised his head and gently patted his nephew who was weak and sick.

He doesn't like these children of the emperor, nor does he like all the children of his brothers.

But Liang Gongxu is different. He is the crown prince, his nephew, and Daliang's inheritance: "It's strong."

"Thank you the blessing of the Nine Bosses."

"You are blessed." But I made someone who was unknown to be the leader of the Daliang royal family, but the child was still young, so it was inevitable that people could take advantage of it.

"The blessings given by your ninth uncle can help your nephew eat and drink well in Liangdu, and raise your body like a lazy pig, and get better and better."

The Nine King looked at him and felt relieved. The child's eyes were less gloomy: "Okay, all is fine." A refreshing and relieved laughter rang out in the audience without restraint.

Liang Gongxu looked admiring: "My nephew also wanted to be a man who stood up like his uncle."

"You are already a man who stands tall and straight, why are you standing there? Can't you see your master?"

Riding off the horse, golden swords landed on the ground, and the sound of bowing resounded through the sky.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Your Highness the Crown Prince will live forever! The country of Daliang is prosperous and the people are safe, and thousands of years will come!"

The waves that are surging through the hearts are rolling in the sound of shouting, making people excited and proud.

Xiang Zhuyuan's temperament is integrated with the people around him and is unique.

After two years of separation, he stepped onto this territory again. His eyes unconsciously searched the crowd. He did not see the person he met, and his eyes were withdrawn and gathered with the sounds around him. His expression was calm and he had no desire or demand.

Mr. Xiang had already seen his son in the crowd, and he was always stingy and complimented, and couldn't help but be proud of his son.

Liang Gongxu's hand held Jiu Bo's sleeve, his cheeks flushed, and he also wanted to ride a horse and take a knife and gallop across the border: "Jiu Bo--"

The Nine Kings held his shoulder and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Such a weak cock could be crushed to death with just one finger. Oh, there is no kind royal family in heaven, and none of this generation's descendants became powerful: "Okay, get up."

"Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

"Your Highness the Nine Kings, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thous

The returned teams were separated according to the established arrangements, and the Nine Kings brought their men and the princes back to the imperial city with all the officials.

The remaining teams were led by the younger generation into the city and shared the joy of victory with the people.

The official roads in the city are already crowded with people, and the crowded crowds bring the most sincere enthusiasm to the returning generals.

"It seems to be Prince Xiang."

"It's really Prince Xiang."

"Chief Xiang is worthy of being the mainstay of my new generation in Daliang, and he is proficient in everything he writes in Anbang."

Yang Mengjiao looked down and said that she had no impression of Prince Xiang of the Duke Ling's Mansion. She had met Prince Mo Yi and two of them. She felt that the two... were very different in temperament: "Is this Prince Xiang?"

Tao Zimei leaned her head and looked out, her heart was slightly shocked. He felt different from what she had given her before. Then she figured it out again that he had never joined the army at this time in his previous life.

"Is it that is the adopted son of the Nine Kings, General Xiao Liang?"

"Jade-faced man."

A different voice sounded.

"Don't mention the word "adopted son" to cause trouble for General Xiao Liang."

When the speaker heard this, he immediately shut up. The Nine Kings are taboo to these, and they don’t even want to adopt them.

Xiang Zhuyuan doesn't want to be seen.

General Xiao Liang was even more disliked, but he had no choice but to draw lots of generals, but he took the time to get two of them.

General Xiao Liang rarely relied on his childhood to grow up in the royal palace and used his identity to stab him for the first time. He asked: "Prince! Why should we be seen like monkeys?"

The Nine Kings patted his shoulder lightly, and looked at Xiaoliang's back and Xiang Zhuyuan, who had not spoken yet: "Young people should go out for a walk more and let them see my good man in Daliang."

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Chapter completed!