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Chapter 833

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"Your Majesty, this is the route to the wedding. There are people intercepting you at these three locations, and you have to defeat them. Of course, this is just for show! "Shi Qing showed the empress a piece of paper with both hands.

There was a big house drawn on it, followed by all kinds of crooked lines and unknown squares.

Ren Baqian looked at it for a long time and asked, "What exactly is this drawing? Those who don't know might think it's a talisman … Where is the final destination? "

"This is the palace, this is my residence, this is Jingyang Street, this is Minister Tu's residence, this is Minister Qin's … This is Minister Tong's … That's the destination!"

Ren Baqian grinned. He didn't know who drew such a good drawing!

It would be a miracle if they could understand it!

"Sir Tong's residence is the final destination?" Ren Baqian raised his voice slightly.

The wedding arrangements were arranged by the various ministers. Now that it was the final stage, Ren Baqian came to see how the arrangements were made so that he could have a clear idea.

After all, it was a big wedding, and he had to put in some effort!

However, couldn't they just say that it was the Tong residence instead of such a drawing? If one didn't look at the drawing, it would be quite formal!

One look at the drawing and it would be over!

This was abstraction!

"Of course, we can't just let Her Majesty pick you up from Pingle Park and call it a day." Shi Qing stroked his beard and smiled at Ren Baqian.

After that, Shi Qing explained to the empress what to do on that day. At the end, Ren Baqian pondered and asked, "What should I do?"

Shi Qing sized Ren Baqian up and said, "Just wait there for Her Majesty to pick you up!"

Ren Baqian snorted. This wedding had nothing to do with him …

"If Sir Ren wants, you can make yourself prettier … Usually, aboriginal women look like this on their wedding day!" Shi Qing smiled like a chrysanthemum.

After Ren Baqian stared at him for a long time, the empress suddenly burst out laughing. Her smile was really like a flower, completely different from Shi Qing's!

The empress rested her chin on her hand and looked at Ren Baqian, who was glaring at her.

Ren Baqian suddenly thought of something. With an embarrassed look on his face, he asked, "I will be wearing men's clothes, right?"

Don't let me wear a bride's clothes … I still have some face … Of course, if there is a need, I don't have to!

Shi Qing looked at him with a strange expression for a long time. He wondered how this guy could think of such a thing. With your figure and appearance, would you still look good in women's clothing?

"Of course it's men's clothes!"

"Phew!" Ren Baqian heaved a sigh of relief.

As long as she was dressed as a man, nothing else mattered.

Shi Qing continued to report to the empress, including how to set off, how to set up the stage before setting off, and how to return home. After all, it was the empress's wedding, and it couldn't be done carelessly. The aboriginal wedding was originally a very simple procedure — they would just fight their way to the door, snatch the bride, and then leave. Now, they had created a lot of trouble.

When talking about the interceptors that day, Ren Baqian heard the name "Hong Wu."

With Hong Wu's status, he should be considered one of the empress's people.

Now, he had become a bridegroom!

Initially, Ren Baqian thought that it would be someone like Tong Zhenye who appeared in two shots. First, he acted like an expert and blocked the way. Then, he was kicked into the wall by the empress.

He did not expect it to be Hong Wu!

"Of course, Sir Hong is just putting on an act!" Shi Qing continued to blush like a chrysanthemum.

After explaining everything to Ren Baqian for an hour, Shi Qing finally said, "Also, Sir Ren's title of nobility has to be decided. It has to be announced the day after tomorrow!"

The empress thought about it for a long time and asked with a puzzled expression, "Why don't I have one?"

"Your Majesty is the empress of Dayao. Why is there a need for a title? According to the old traditions of Great Xia and the Hao Nation, a posthumous title is only given after death. However, the two previous emperors are nowhere to be found, and we don't even know if they are dead or alive, especially the first emperor. With his strength, he might still be somewhere, so the previous emperor didn't have a posthumous title! "Shi Qing explained to the empress.

"Oh!" The empress nodded and pondered for a long time. Her gaze drifted to Ren Baqian's face, the roof of the palace, and back to his face again. She racked her brains to think of a title for him.

Earth Prince … or Ball Queen for short?

Prince from another world … or World King for short?

This didn't seem right …

"Given Sir Ren's status, it would be best to have one title. In other words, add one word before the title! "

"Here is a list of titles prepared by the officials. Your Majesty can choose one of them." Shi Qing took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

"Why didn't you say so earlier!" the empress said unhappily. She had killed a lot of brain cells just now but didn't gain anything in the end.

"Ye King?" the empress read the first word on the paper.

"Ye means radiance and brilliance. Principal Ren brought street lamps to expel the darkness, so the word 'ye' is suitable," Shi Qing explained to the empress.

"Lian King … Jing King … Peng King …" Shi Qing explained as the empress ticked off the names with her fingers.

There wasn't much to say about Lian King. Jing King and Peng King were both named after their territories. For example, Jing was Tianjing Basin, and Peng was a part of the Yun Nation that used to be called Peng Prefecture.

The empress shook her head slightly. These kinds of titles usually referred to the area as the king's territory. The empress didn't care about these territories, but she didn't like these titles.

Ren Baqian felt tired for the two of them as he listened. Given the level of education of these big shots in the imperial court, it was really difficult for them to come up with such a list of titles!

It was roughly equivalent to asking a bad student to write an 800-word essay on the topic of "Erha".

"Zhao King …"

"The title is derived from the sun, from the call, and the call is also the sound. 'Sun' refers to sunlight. 'Zhao' means' guide 'or' call. 'It can also mean' lead the light 'or' call for the light. 'This title is also very suitable for Sir Ren … "

"This is alright!" The empress pondered for a long time and felt that this was quite to her liking.

She wasn't sure about other people.

As for herself, Ren Baqian dragged her out of the cold palace after he arrived.

"Let's do this!" The empress immediately decided.

"In that case, I'll go and make the arrangements." Shi Qing put away the paper and took his leave.

Ren Baqian's expression changed from cheerful at the beginning to grave, and then to black …

Did Shi Qing really explain the words "Zhao King" like this?

Why did he feel that it was weird?

"Ri … Zhao … Ri … Zhao … It seems like it can also be explained as when to summon … Damn, I knew that anything with the word" Ri "in it can't be looked at directly …"

"Your Majesty, I think it's good to change to another title." Ren Baqian looked up with an embarrassed look on his face.

"I think it's not bad. This title is very suitable for you … Do you still think it's inappropriate?" The empress was rather happy.

Ren Baqian's face was full of vigor. In the end, he didn't tell the empress about his intention to expose himself.

The aboriginals were a very simple race. At least, the word "Ri" represented the sun!

At least, those words and phrases didn't have any additional meaning in the eyes of the aboriginals.

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