Returning From Level 900

In the imperial city, there are most slow horses and carts, and fast horses are not allowed.

But it does not stipulate whether it can "fly" or not.

It's just that Wang Wen didn't want to have extra troubles, so he took the initiative to walk down the ground outside the city gate.

When the young man arrives at the site where he has lived for many years, he can't help but not show off.

I don't know how he did it.

I don't see how to arrange it.

As soon as everyone entered the city, they saw a spacious carriage waiting in front of them.

Always ready to manned to the palace.

This kind of ability to pull out a gorgeous car at any time is really something that only large local families can do.

The group entered the palace in a carriage.

Arrived at the special "parking lot", got off the car, and changed into a human-powered sedan to be carried by the prince and the "superior people" to see the emperor.

Wang Wen waved his hand to refuse, saying that time was running out and a quick decision was made.

The young man was fascinated again when he saw such a "superior style".

Not being pretentious anymore, followed the tower climber and ran to the main hall.

I was sweating profusely after running for a while.

Turn your eyes to other people.

The bodyguard gasped slightly.

The middle-aged man's face was red but his breath was steady.

The five masters chatted and laughed like a picnic.

The youth was speechless.

Is the difference that big?

He didn't hear the conversation in the quintet.

Cheng Queyi said to Wang Wen softly, "Aren't the natives in this level so weak? It seems like they're about to fall down after just running twice. Even a girl like me is not as good as me."

Zhu Xingguo also nodded: "That little Wang feels like he's dying of exhaustion."

Mo Ran snorted coldly: "There aren't many good things to be an official, all of them are wine bags and rice bags."

Hearing this, Wang Wen followed the eyes of several people to look at the young man in the distance.

It was found that the other party was sweating profusely, his lips were white, and he was breathing violently, as if he was about to die.

He waved his energy and created a low-altitude platform for him to run on.

The young man noticed the familiar feeling of lifting on the soles of his feet, and knew that the master had shot again.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed his hands gratefully towards the tall man diagonally ahead, sitting on the platform without caring to ease his breath.

It felt like my heart was beating so violently that it was uncomfortable to sit.

I simply touched the edge of the transparent platform, lay back, and let it carry itself forward.

I looked at the clear blue sky for a while.

The main hall has arrived.

The young man knew that at this point in time, the emperor should be discussing court affairs with his ministers in the hall.

After being notified that he was able to enter the temple alone, he asked everyone to wait outside the temple and entered the temple by himself through the knee-high threshold.

Under the gaze of a group of courtiers with different meanings.

He walked straight to the front of the hall and saluted.

The emperor sitting high on the dragon chair seemed to be in a good mood.

Squinting at the young man below, he said lightly, "What is the need for my son Baili to rush to see me day and night? If it's true, you should have stayed in Qiecheng yesterday without leaving your home and enjoying the South to offer me. DPRK's preserved fruit?"

As soon as the young man heard this, he knew that his whereabouts were completely in the hands of the emperor.

It seems that even if he hides in the backcountry.

Still not so reassuring.

The young man felt some sorrow in his heart.

Then I thought of today's schedule, but it was not as fast as the other party expected.

There is a little pride in my heart.

He saluted the emperor and reported: "Father, my son, I would like to introduce you to a few talented people with extraordinary skills. With their help, drought can be solved, famine can be eliminated, and peace can be obtained."

As soon as this word comes out.

In the hall, there was a soft cry that could not help but laugh.

Many people looked at the young man's face with complex expressions.

The emperor on the dragon chair made an unexpected "oh" sound.

He opened his eyes and looked at the young man below.

I didn't speak for a long time.

As the emperor, he naturally knew how serious the famine was in the past few years.

Everything that needs to be done has already been done.

The vast project of diverting water from the south continued day and night.

It's a pity that no matter how many skilled craftsmen, they can't make the water from the southern country flow to the country.

Exhausting countless human, financial and material resources is all ineffective.

The annual ritual of praying for rain never stops.

And every time it gets bigger and bigger.

More than a dozen days ago, 200,000 old women and 700 boys and girls were gathered together, and the national teacher personally led the team to send them to the sea **** king in the distant sea, praying to bring a little rain to the country.

Counting the time, it should be time to send people into the sea.

In order to solve the drought, the emperor asked himself that he had done the best.

He didn't say that he did all the matters himself, at least he was attentive in every possible way.

But invalid is invalid.

Up to now, the matter discussed in the court every day is not how to rectify the disaster, but where the civil uprising broke out again, and where the plague appeared again.

Overwhelmed and troubled.

Everyone knew that drought was a major concern for the emperor.

But no one dared to mention it again.

Because of the drought, if it can't be solved, it will only increase the troubles and deliberately stimulate the emperor.

And once it can be resolved, it will directly become a party to the "high power and cover the master".

This kind of person often has huge popularity and merit, and is the kind who can definitely threaten the royal family with a shout.

Unless, it is a member of the royal family.

Preferably one of the princes.

In this way, no matter how powerful it is, it is the blood of the emperor and the teaching is good, and it has nothing to do with other things.

Even the most ideal candidate is the prince.

With his achievements in solving the perennial drought, the reputation of the crown prince will be more clear and smooth, and the whole world will praise the emperor for his wise and discerning eyes.

But.

Why is this person in front of you?

Is this the most unpopular second prince?

Didn't he voluntarily "distribute" remoteness to avoid suspicion?

Why is he appearing in the courtroom again today?

Why do you want to get involved again?

Is it the most troublesome and dangerous one?

Is it provocation? Or a declaration of existence?

The emperor gently stroked the armrest of the seat.

Numerous guesses flashed through my mind.

He didn't speak.

The people below didn't dare to make a sound.

The hall can be heard dropping needles for a while.

The young man saw that the atmosphere solidified, and he knew that he was stabbed in the emperor's flesh.

The heart is even more proud.

He couldn't help saluting and continued: "The masters can create water out of thin air, and promise that as long as the warehouses are opened to help the victims, they will take action to solve the drought. In an emergency, I hope the emperor will quickly decide!"

The emperor frowned slightly.

Expand immediately.

With a smile, he said to the young man, "In this case, my son will lead me to let me open warehouses and release grain to help the people. By the way, we can solve the years of drought and save me from water and fire."

The young man was shaking with excitement.

He hurriedly saluted and received the decree, and at the same time asked "whether the high-ranking person is summoned outside the hall".

The emperor waved his hand and let him go out of the hall with a half-smile.

The implication is that "since the situation is urgent, do things first~www.wuxiahere.com~ everything will be discussed later".

The young man took over the emperor's oral decree prepared by the civil servant and respectfully retire.

When he walked out of the hall, the door of the hall was closed.

A dull humming sound immediately sounded in the hall.

The prince, who had been silent at the head of the class, came out of the queue and saluted the emperor: "Your Majesty, the second brother is still young, and it is understandable that he can't distinguish between priorities. I hope your majesty will be relieved."

The emperor smiled and waved his hand: "Let's play with him, don't mention him, let's continue the discussion, just now we talked about where the people's uprising? How many people?"

Outside the main hall.

Beside Wang Wen who was waiting patiently, a figure suddenly appeared.

The tool spirit fox looked at the main hall suspiciously.

Gently pulling on Wang Wen's sleeve, he said suspiciously, "Shangxian, Xiaohu feels a little familiar here."