People are in Xianwu, there are small games

Chapter 84 Emperor

Zhou Guo, Kyoto.

Early in the morning, before dawn, a large number of horse-drawn carriages left the Sifangfu Garden in Kyoto.

The different patterns and symbols on the carriage vaguely marked the identity of the people in the carriage.

official.

And he is a high official who can face the Holy Spirit.

The carriage followed the avenue, seemingly slowly but quickly, and soon arrived at the core of Kyoto—the imperial palace standing in the center of the city.

When they arrived at the palace, the officials got out of the carriage one after another and walked on foot.

In about a stick of incense, we arrived in front of Changlong Hall.

The Changlong Hall was the seat of the Zhou Dynasty's early court. The emperor went to the court here, listened to the words of the officials, heard the court's discussions, and decided the people's livelihood.

Of course...

That was 30 years ago.

Since the collapse of the Ling family 30 years ago, his Majesty Zhou Changdi, Zhou Zhichang, has been obsessed with immortality and gradually ignored state affairs.

Originally, according to the rules, the morning court was supposed to open once a day, but it gradually changed to three days, five days, seven days, and one month...

Until now... once every three months.

Thinking about this matter, some loyal ministers could not help but beat their chests and lamented that the immortal way was ruining the country and immortality was ruining the people's livelihood.

But this kind of people generally can't last for 30 years, and they retire early or are demoted because of bad advice.

It is conceivable what kind of goods can still go to court now.

Of course, we can't say that all the people standing here are rotten fish and shrimps.

Because some people standing here can't even move Emperor Zhou Chang, and they don't want to move.

For example, the four people standing at the front of the queue right now.

No. 1 was about forty years old, and his majestic face was eight points similar to that of Zhou Changdi. He was wearing a golden gown with four slits, a five-clawed golden dragon printed on the front, and a golden belt around his waist.

The current prince, Zhou Xingdan.

The second person was slightly younger than Zhou Xingdan, with a burly body and a strong physique, and his face was also similar to Zhou Xingdan's. He was also wearing a golden robe and a golden belt, but the golden dragon on his chest had only four claws.

The second prince of the current dynasty was King Lin and Zhou Xinglin.

The third person has a white beard and hair, an old face, and dark eyes. It seems that he has no martial arts or immortal cultivation.

But both Zhou Xingdan and Zhou Xinglin respected the old man.

The current prime minister, Lin Zhengguo.

At the same time, he is also one of the five great aristocratic families of Zhou State, the current head of the Lin family.

As for the last person, he was handsome, tall and tall, and his face was also young. He seemed to be between middle-aged and young people—only in his thirties.

He was wearing a taoist robe, and the pattern on the taoist robe was like stars. Looking closely, the stars seemed to be faintly spinning and twinkling, but when he thought about it seriously, he thought it was his eyes dazzled.

This person stood alone, on the same level as Zhou Xinglin, Zhou Xingdan, and Lin Zhengguo, but no one came to his side to show intimacy or discuss state affairs.

Just because this person doesn't know much about state affairs and doesn't like to socialize with others...

He was able to appear in the early court, all because he was the national teacher of the court and also the guide on the immortal path of Emperor Chang.

Jia Wen.

……

At this time, the morning court has not yet started, and the ministers have time to chat.

Or talk about romance in groups of three or four, or flatter horses to pave the way for promotion.

Wuwu Yangyang looks like a mob, but it doesn't prevent the eldest prince and the second prince from chatting secretly through sound transmission.

The second prince, King Lin Zhou Xinglin, has a third-grade golden body. He is known as the strongest third-grade warrior in the Zhou Kingdom and ranks second on the Zhou Kingdom’s Heavenly Ranking!
As for the crown prince Zhou Xingdan, his talent in martial arts was average, but the financial resources of the royal family allowed him to be promoted to the fifth-rank Concentrating Aperture Realm.

For the fifth rank and below, money can make up for one's weakness, but after the fifth rank, money is useless, it can only depend on talent and understanding.

And once the condensate is completed, the blood and energy can be separated from the body, and the sound transmission is just simple.

Outsiders don't know that what the two of them are talking about is exactly what happened in Xuanshui City.

"I received a letter seven days ago, saying that my people in Xuanshui City have stabilized the situation." When Lin Wang said this, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

The opposite is His Royal Highness the Prince.

This crossbow armor smuggling line is actually not important...but the breath in the chest of Lin Wang and the prince is very important.

The price of the poor Prince's Mansion has been paid, but what was thought to be a sure thing has been ruined, and now he has lost his wife and lost his army...

The money is not the money, and the face is even worse.

Before Zhou Xingdan could say anything, Zhou Xinglin said again: "By the way, go back and tell your second child that the newly succeeded little gang leader is now my man. If he dares to use some tricks in private, don't blame me as a pawn." Uncle doesn't talk about love."

Zhou Xingdan twitched his mouth and shook his head slightly.

"My second brother made his own claim this time and even made a compensation, but it makes you laugh at the second brother."

As for the mere matter of Xuanshui City, in the eyes of these two people, it is probably just a matter of passing by and mentioning it.

Zhou Xinglin spoke again: "How far has the old man cultivated in immortality?"

Zhou Xingdan said in a low voice: "I don't know."

"I don't know that fart, my mother is your own mother, you don't know that I believe it, my mother doesn't know, do you think I believe it?"

Zhou Xingdan and Zhou Xinglin have the same father and half mother. Zhou Xinglin's mother is the late Concubine Dong Gui. Zhou Xingdan's mother is the queen of the dynasty. Head.

As a second-grade warrior who was also in charge of the harem, it was almost impossible for the emperor's every move to leave the queen's eyes.

Zhou Xingdan stopped talking.

But not speaking is an answer in itself.

Zhou Xinglin narrowed his eyes: "So, the foundation establishment is complete, and the alchemy is about to form, right?"

Zhou Xingdan nodded slightly, and then said via voice transmission: "Once the alchemy is completed, if the spiritual energy and the dragon energy collide, there will be a hundred deaths."

"So before the alchemy is formed, the old man must abdicate..."

Speaking of this, both the Prince's and King Lin's faces sank, and they fell silent.

Just then there was a sharp sound.

"Invite all the nobles to enter the palace!"

The officials entered the palace in an orderly manner.

However, Zhou Xinglin's voice suddenly sounded in Zhou Xingdan's ears: "I asked the immortal worshipers in my house. Spiritual energy and dragon energy cannot theoretically coexist. Logically speaking, the old man should have abdicated before he established the foundation, but he has been stretching until now. .”

"Brother, what if the old man really finds a way to resolve the conflict between dragon energy and spiritual energy..."

"You have to be the prince for 500 years."

There was a smile in Zhou Xinglin's words, but Zhou Xingdan could faintly hear the aura.

He half-closed his eyes without saying a word, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

Formation of pills, life expectancy five hundred.

But how can there be a prince who is five hundred years old in this world?
To grow old without dying is to be a thief!
……

The ministers stepped into the Changlong Hall.

In Changlong Hall, the main hall is majestic and dignified.

Emperor Zhou Chang wore a dragon robe and sat high on a dragon chair, looking down.

He is sixty-two this year, but looks only in his thirties, and looks even younger than Zhou Xingdan and Zhou Xinglin.

His face is white and beardless, and his eyes seem to be full of stars. The whole person's temperament is both majestic and ethereal, giving people a complex and conflicted feeling.

When the officials stood up, Emperor Zhou Chang spoke slowly.

"If you have something to say, you have nothing to do."

His voice was indifferent, as if he didn't care about anything.

Lin Zhengguo took a step forward and said.

"Sir, I have something to say."

"Lin Qing, please speak."

"Your Majesty, three weeks ago, there was a sudden flood in Wuguang Province, and the flood caused the people to live in dire straits..."

"The drought in Hongyuan Province became more and more severe two weeks ago..."

Lin Zhengguo's old voice echoed in the Hall of Changlong, and what he was talking about was the situation of the people's livelihood in the past three months.It can be clearly seen that after listening to a few sentences, Zhou Zhichang leaned on the dragon chair, with a boring look of not paying attention or caring.

Only after Lin Zhengguo had finished speaking did Emperor Zhou Chang speak again: "All these matters will be handled by the Prince's House."

As early as more than ten years ago, the state of Zhou was supervised by the prince, and domestic trivial matters were discussed by the prince and the officials.

——It can also be seen that this so-called early dynasty is actually just a show, proving that I, Zhou Zhichang, am still the emperor of this Zhou country...

The ministers were not surprised by this scene.

For about 1 minute, no one spoke again.

Zhou Zhichang said softly: "Let's disperse."

"Your Majesty, I have something else to do."

Suddenly, another voice sounded.

Zhou Zhichang frowned, but when he saw the person who spoke, his brows eased quickly.

Because the person who speaks is his actual master.

Jia Wen.

"Is there anything else the national teacher wants to say?"

Jia Wen took a step forward, bowed his hands and said.

"Looking at the stars at night yesterday, I found that the sky in the country has changed suddenly, and there seems to be ghosts breeding."

Zhou Zhichang frowned.

Seeing that Jia Wen was silent for a moment, he spoke solemnly.

"Your Majesty, if the emperor's dragon energy is weak, the country's fortune will be ruined, and if the national fortune is ruined, ghosts and evil will be born, and gods and ghosts will dance around!"

"This is a great disaster for the people of Zhou Kingdom."

"Your Majesty, please think carefully and abdicate as soon as possible to give back to the people of the Great Zhou Kingdom!"

This statement is outrageous!
For a moment, the entire Changlong Hall could hear the sound of a needle falling.

All the ministers and officials looked at me and you, full of surprise but did not dare to say anything.

Lin Zhengguo didn't move, and couldn't see the expression in his eyes clearly.

Instead, Zhou Xinglin and Zhou Xingdan looked at each other, with a strange look in their eyes...

This Jia Wen wore a pair of trousers with Zhou Zhichang, and the two had a close relationship, not only as friends when they were young, but also as mentors and apprentices.

But I didn't expect that Jia Wen would dare to risk disrespect and say the word of abdicating in front of Emperor Zhou Chang this morning...

It can be seen that Emperor Zhou Chang's face became indifferent in an instant.

He looked at Jia Wen and found that Jia Wen was also looking at him.

The two stared at each other with burning eyes, but neither of them gave in!

After a long time, Zhou Zhichang spoke again: "I have made a decision on this matter... I will discuss it later."

"Disperse!"

This time, Zhou Zhichang didn't give anyone a chance to speak.

He stood up shaking his sleeves, and strode out of Changlong Hall.

After a long time, all the officials retreated one after another, but they all avoided Jia Wen, as if he was the plague god.

Jia Wen doesn't care about this either.

He just glanced at the dignified dragon chair and sighed heavily.

A low voice sounded from his mouth.

"Emperor Chang seeks talents and visits his ministers, and Jia Wen's talents are even more incomparable.

Pity the empty seat in the middle of the night, don't ask the common people and ask the ghosts and gods! "

But that's all there is to it...

Shaking his head, he walked out of Changlong Hall.

Just as the light of the morning sun shone on Jia Wen's face.

He raised his head to face the rising sun, with stars in his eyes, faintly seeing the collapse and decay under the rising sun.

"Zhichang, brother, I still want to save your life...but you won't listen to my advice."

"I've done too many wrong things for you... Now, I really can't make the same mistake again and again."

Sighing and whispering, Jia Wen seemed to see another scene from that day.

Hundreds of beasts are fighting, and corpses are everywhere!
Wolves howling and tigers squatting, floods and pythons swallowing!
The real dragon bleeds!

"But these are useless to say."

(End of this chapter)