Mysterious mirror hanging high

Jing Yu followed the method that Jiu Ming Dao Jun had taught him, and gently touched the brightest and most intense ball of colorful light with his consciousness.

boom!

Jing Yu felt that his consciousness was suddenly pulled out of his body and rose to an infinite height. He seemed to have turned into a mirror embedded in the sky, and in the void he saw a fairy mountain full of precious light.

This fairy mountain is towering into the clouds, steep and majestic. The top of the mountain seems to have been carved out of a neat surface by a powerful person, and a terrace with a very wide area was built on it.

There are many stone tables and stone benches on the terrace, and the stone tables are covered with various delicacies and jars of unopened wine.

Many monks with extremely strong spiritual pressure were sitting in groups of three or five, talking and laughing loudly, drinking and singing. Including the concubines and servants who were accompanying them, there were probably more than a hundred people on the terrace.

The most eye-catching one was a tall female cultivator sitting in the center of the terrace. She was dressed in black, with her long hair tied into a neat ponytail at the back of her head. A black lightning flashed and leaped between her eyebrows. Who else could it be but the "Xuan Lei Sword Immortal" Lu Yingzhao?

Although we haven't seen each other for hundreds of years, Lu Yingzhao's face has not changed at all, and he still has that heroic vibe.

At this time, her face was slightly flushed, and she was holding a bronze wine jar in her right hand. She was already slightly drunk. She was lying on the thigh of a half-naked male cultivator with a strong build, dark skin and handsome face. Her left hand was on the hand of another fair-faced scholar with a feminine and handsome face. She kept stroking the palm of the white-faced scholar with her fingers and giggling.

As if it was fate that made him aware of the secret spying of the magic mirror, Lu Ying dispelled some of the drunkenness, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, raised the bronze wine jar in his hand, and raised the glass in the direction where Jing Yu was looking.

The light and shadow on the screen went out.

"Is this a serious party?"

Jing Yu looked at the destiny mirror that had accumulated more than ten years of immortal energy and had just been completely consumed, and fell into deep thought for a long time.

"It has been fourteen years since I reincarnated. Lu Yingzhao should be 514 years old. Judging from the scale of this party, he is probably at least at the Nascent Soul stage!" Jing Yu scratched his head, as if he felt something was wrong again.

"Can the lower world possibly have such a magnificent fairyland with precious light rising up and illuminating thousands of miles?"

"Could it be that Lu Yingzhao has already ascended to the immortal realm?"

Thinking about it carefully, it is still unlikely. Xuan Qingzi once said that one must reach the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm before being able to ascend with certainty. Even if one wants to go through a cross-border passage where one is in danger of death, one must at least reach the Spirit Transformation Realm. No matter how fast Lu Yingzhao cultivates, a 500-year-old Spirit Transformation cultivator is too horrifying.

Shaking his head, Jing Yu no longer paid attention to this matter. Based on their cultivation speed and the 500-year age difference, it would be difficult for them to have any intersection in the Xianzhou world.

He has something more pressing to do right now.

In another month, it will be Emperor Zhao's 55th birthday. A grand birthday banquet will be held in the imperial palace, and envoys from other countries and local officials will come to the imperial city to celebrate his birthday. Generally speaking, the birthday gifts will include some things that Jing Yu needs.

Should I prepare some birthday gifts for my cheap dad?

Although Emperor Zhao was diligent in his government affairs, he was not very frequent in holding birthday banquets. He usually held one every five years. The last time, Jing Yu was only nine years old and sat at the children's table... Now he is fourteen years old. Although he is not yet of adult age to set up his own government, it is time for him to be sensible.

In the end, Jing Yu thought about it and decided not to send it.

"Why am I showing off like this..." Jing Yu lay down again, holding the back of his head with his hands, crossing his legs, and humming a tune that didn't exist in this world...

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One month later

Fourteen-year-old Jing Yu wore a scarlet robe that day. Out of personal preference, the robe did not have too many complicated patterns. He then placed the destiny mirror close to his body and pinned a piece of fine topaz on his waist as an accessory. He did not wear a crown on his head, but just tied his hair into a bun and secured it with a jade hairpin. He looked neat and tidy.

This kind of attire would be fine at ordinary times, but it seemed a bit simple and undignified at the emperor's birthday banquet. The old scholar in charge of etiquette would inevitably say a few words in front of Emperor Zhao when he saw it, but Emperor Zhao had never been too particular about such complicated etiquette since he ascended the throne, so Jing Yu was too lazy to change and just left like this.

Emperor Zhao's birthday banquet was still held in the Hall of Supreme Harmony as usual. There were still at least two hours before the banquet. According to convention, people related to the inner court would arrive first, including underage royal heirs, followed by adult royal heirs with their own households, and officials would arrive last.

Jing Yu was walking slowly on the road with two personal eunuchs. From a distance, he saw a prince's carriage parked at the side door of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. He didn't even need to think about it, as it must be his fourth brother who always wanted to be safe in everything.

Just as Jing Yu was guessing, he suddenly heard a chaotic sound of footsteps behind him. Turning around, he saw a team of carriages coming up. Looking up, he saw a middle-aged man in a bright yellow robe sitting on them.

It's the East Palace's convoy...

"Brother!" Jing Yu was not afraid when he saw the man. He stopped where he was and waved his hand vigorously.

This middle-aged man is none other than the eldest prince of the current Emperor Zhao and also the crown prince, Zhao Mingyang.

The man sitting in the carriage smiled upon seeing this, raised his hand and gestured for the convoy to stop.

Zhao Mingyang was born when Emperor Zhao was eighteen years old and had the late Empress Zhaoyi. He is now thirty-seven years old. He is a wise man with a good reputation in the court and the country. His position as crown prince is stable. If nothing unexpected happens, there will be almost no suspense about his succession to the throne.

"Brother, you're here so early?" Jing Yu came forward with a smile. Because of the presence of Prince Mingyang, the other heirs did not have much hope of competing for the throne, so the relationship between the heirs was relatively relaxed. In addition, Zhao Mingyang himself had an easy-going personality, so Jing Yu was naturally more casual.

The tall, thin, middle-aged eunuch who was serving beside Zhao Mingyang looked dissatisfied. He stood up and whispered, "Sixth Prince, how many times have I told you? You should address him as Your Highness the Crown Prince in this situation!"

This dog is talented!

Jing Yu glanced at the eunuch and said nothing.

This tall and thin eunuch is an old man who has been serving Zhao Mingyang since he was a child. His biological mother, Concubine An, did not hold a high position in the harem and had no prominent background, so she was looked down upon by this servant.

"Alas... Father doesn't attach much importance to these things. Why should I, as his son, bother to dwell on these complicated etiquettes?" Zhao Mingyang waved his hand, dismissing the tall and thin eunuch. He turned around and said with a pleasant face, "Sixth brother, why are you leaving so early?"

"I'm considered slow, look." Jing Yu pointed at the carriage in the side hall and said, "Fourth brother must have arrived early!"

Zhao Mingyang laughed and said, "Fourth brother has always been like this!"

While the two were talking, another team of carriages arrived in front of the side hall door, and a beautiful woman in her twenties got out of one of the carriages.

Jing Yu turned around and immediately understood.

The one who came was the second princess of Zhao State, Zhao Mingyue!