Mirror of the Sky

Xiongjing's innermost city is not divided into squares, streets and alleys are integrated, and there is a palace of the emperor, called Afang, which covers more than 300 miles and isolates the sun.

Into the palace wall, five steps to the first floor, ten steps to a pavilion, the corridor waist is curving, the eaves and teeth are pecked high, each hugs the terrain, and fights with each other.

Pans and wobbles, hives and water eddies, tens of thousands of falling, long bridges crouching, no clouds and dragons, reversing the road and walking in the air, not swaying and rainbows, high and low, confused, not knowing the west and the east.

The Getai is warm, the spring is mellow, the dance hall is cold, and the wind and rain are desolate.

Within a day, between a palace, and the climate is not uniform.

Concubines and concubines, princes and grandsons, resigned from the building, came to the stage, sang songs at night, stars were shining, green clouds were disturbing, Xiaohu was combing, the Wei stream was getting tired, the fat and water were abandoned, the smoke was slanting and foggy, Burning Jiaolan is also shocked by the thunder, the palace chariots are passing by, the reels are listening from a distance, and I don't know where they are!

At noon on this day, in the Epang Palace, which is known as the center of the heaven and the earth, and is over three hundred miles away, the emperor of Chu Zhigeng, who is nearly thirty years old, still has a frivolous air between his brows. Eating at the jade table.

Since the birth of the dynasties in the Middle Ages, apart from the founding kings, the titles of the Son of Heaven were all bequeathed by the late emperor before his death.

And there is an old saying, when a person is about to die, his words are good, and when a bird is about to die, his song will be sad. No matter how stupid, stupid, and stubborn people are, they will be able to understand wisdom and understand their nature before they die.

The title given to the Son of Heaven, who is about to become the co-lord of the world, usually carries a lot of expectations, and it is quite pertinent.

If the power of the dynasty is prosperous, and the princes are respectful, it is usually the powerful words such as Xuanwu, Tianhe, and Bayang.

Now that the title of the Son of Heaven in Great Chu is 'Weaving Farm', it can be seen that the late emperor's greatest expectation for him is to defend his success and accumulate national strength.

In fact, when the country is declining but not defeated, it can be said that it is the simplest to govern a big country like cooking small fresh food and maintain a government of recuperation and recuperation.

It's a pity that the young son of Zhigong, who has a high self-esteem, doesn't know where his confidence comes from. He always feels that he is the reincarnation of Xia Qi and Zhou Wu.

If it is not difficult to violate the ancestral system, I am afraid that it has already changed it, and naturally it will not rule the world with the law of inaction. For more than ten years after he ascended the throne, he has tried to make progress everywhere. Wisdom, talent, and exhaustion were all lacking, which led to the decline of the dynasty even more without knowing it.

At this time, he ate a few mouthfuls of the horse's fresh liver, and then drank a mouthful of wine dew. The Emperor Zhigeng felt a slight chill in his stomach, and asked, "Has the Taoist temple of Duke Qingtan finished?"

Above the grand hall, there was a man with white hair and white hair, short and stout, wearing blue clothes and hemp shoes, who was waiting beside the emperor. Then, on Qingfeng Mountain outside the capital, 30,000 mu of fertile land was allocated as a Taoist temple."

"That's good," Zhigeng said with a smile on hearing this, "Last time I was dying from a sickness in my stomach, and I relied on Duke Qingtan to save my life with the power of destiny, and I am truly grateful.

Furthermore, Duke Qingtan is also a loyal nobleman of Qingshi Liufang, and also coincides with what we want people in the world to do to 'respect the emperor and oppose the barbarians'. "

This is really fair and bright, but what the Emperor Zhigong really thought at this time was, "The rest are still small, only the previous abdominal pain had no reason, and the cause was not found in the end, if it happens again, it must be I still need that Qingtan to save my life.

It would be impossible to let him wander around again. "

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that he had ordered to find Zhang Qingtan's grandson who was living in the people, and asked a question casually.

The man from the old temple on the side hurriedly replied, "The child has already been confirmed by Dali Temple and has now recognized his ancestors.

Speaking of which, Duke Qingtan and Zhang Maosong should both be grateful to His Majesty's virtuous virtue. "

The Emperor Zhigeng was born with a very happy nature. Hearing this, he felt relieved, but on the surface he waved his hand and said, "Thank me for what I do. It is also natural for the emperor to show kindness to his ministers and nobles.

Speaking of which, the Zhang family boy's fate is also twists and turns and strangely tight.

He was born in two such noble families, but he was displaced by the war and was kidnapped by evil monks. If I hadn't issued an edict, I would have been reduced to a commoner and a lowly household from now on. "

The old temple people were familiar with the temperament of the Son of Heaven. Seeing that the more he talked, the more excited he became, he smiled and complimented: "This is the great grace of Heaven, and all sentient beings are blessed. It is impossible for the Son of Heaven to do anything."

"It's just a trivial matter. Talking about He Ze being sent to all living beings, Ah Da's words are a bit too much." When the emperor Zhigeng heard the words, he scolded him, but his face smiled with joy.

With a straight face, the old temple man said in a solemn voice, "Everything has a cause and effect, from small to big.

Your Majesty, even the trivial matters such as the loss of a calf and a bereavement in this courtier's family have been gracious and handled properly~www.wuxiahere.com~ The courtiers will naturally be grateful for your life, and slowly the major events in this world will also be will get better. "

"A-da's words are reasonable." Zhigeng was even more happy when he heard the words, he couldn't help smiling and replied, and then suddenly said on a whim: "Actually, since I found the one from the people My boy, you have to see him from beginning to end.

Ah Da, please pass an edict to let him enter the palace. "

After seeing a lot of things, the emperor suddenly decided to summon a noble son of an aristocratic family to enter the palace, which is really nothing, so the old temple person did not feel abrupt when he heard it, nodded and said: "Nengmian Junjiansheng is also the noble son of Zhang family. Given the chance, I will send someone to summon.

After the ceremony, let him have an audience. "

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, summoned two young firemen in the palace, gave a few words, and then continued to serve the emperor's meal.

At the same time, Zhang Huansheng, who did not know that he was about to meet the Emperor Yanhuang, was also eating lunch in the dining hall of the side courtyard of Zhangfu in Xiongjing. After steaming, there was still blood in the inside, so he put the beef dumplings on the table and swallowed them without chewing.

Ever since he learned the method in the "Black Nikkei of the Great Calamity" and used the power of chaos to temper his body by analogy, his appetite has suddenly increased, and he can eat half a fat ox every day without being full. With the noble son of a noble family, I am afraid that I will starve all day long.

The four personal maids who were ordering food and pouring wine at the Moyu stone tables on either side of Zhang Yuansheng, saw him gobble like a reincarnation of a hungry ghost, with different expressions on their faces.

Among them, Chunxi, who talked the most with Zhang Huansheng, finally couldn't help but whispered: "Gentleman, this meal is for you alone, and no one is competing for it, so why eat it in such a hurry."