My son Yang Jian has the qualities of an emperor

Heaven is located beyond the clouds.

Here, time seems to be frozen and eternal.

The sky of Heaven is always clear, and the clouds are like silk and ethereal. The sun penetrates the layers of clouds, casting thousands of golden rays, illuminating the entire Heaven.

Since arriving in Heaven, the first thing Yang Zhaogan did was to visit the entire Heaven and meet all the immortals.

The palace where the immortals live is built with rare materials such as white jade, gold, and purple crystal. Every brick and stone, every beam and column has been carefully carved and decorated with patterns such as dragons and phoenixes, cloud patterns, and cranes, showing the dignity and solemnity of the heaven.

The most magnificent palace complex is the Lingxiao Palace where the Lord of Heaven discusses and governs the government. It is towering into the clouds and radiant, symbolizing the supreme authority.

Many palaces are connected by rainbow bridges. Whenever the immortals walk across this bridge, they will leave behind a series of gorgeous light and shadows.

Under the Rainbow Bridge, there is an endless void and a winding river. The weak water flowing in the river is unfathomable, and the river surface is shining with silver light. Various exotic fish swim in the river, and the light on their bodies interweaves with the waves of the river, as if it is a flowing light belt.

On both sides of the river, exotic flowers and plants bloom, exuding a refreshing fragrance. Cranes, phoenixes and other mythical beasts play freely among the flowers and plants, their feathers are dazzling, and they complement the surrounding scenery.

Since Yang Zhao became the God of Justice, there have been immortals and gods who invite him to a banquet almost every day.

Yang Zhao is also happy to get along with them to avoid being isolated, so he never refuses anyone who comes. As long as there is an invitation, he will go to the appointment.

Every time he goes to a banquet, he will pick a peach from the Peach Garden of the Golden Mother as a gift.

Each of the peach trees in the Peach Garden is tall and straight, with lush branches and leaves. The peaches it produces are large and round, exuding an alluring aroma.

There are a total of 3,600 peach trees in this Peach Garden.

The first 1,200 trees have tiny flowers and fruits, which ripen once every 3,000 years. People who eat them can become immortals; the middle 1,200 trees ripen once every 6,000 years. People who eat them can ascend to heaven and live forever; the last 1,200 trees have purple veins and fine cores, which ripen once every 9,000 years. People who eat them can live as long as the heaven and earth, and as long as the sun and the moon.

These peach trees are actually derived from a top-grade innate spiritual root Renshui Peach, the purpose of which is to make them bear more fruits to win over the immortals.

The original innate Renshui Peach blooms once in a Yuanhui, bears fruit once in a Yuanhui, and matures only after another Yuanhui!

Eating such a top-quality peach can make a mortal ascend to the immortal realm, and can also increase the magic power of an immortal by one yuan.

However, there are too few peaches, only 72 at a time.

As the saying goes, happiness is better shared than happiness alone.

Now that it has been divided into 3,600 peach trees, although the effectiveness of the peaches has also decreased a lot, the fruits produced are many times more, at least most of the immortals in the heaven can share them.

After coming to the heaven, Yang Zhao also learned a lot of new things.

Most of the immortals serving in the heaven, whether they are immortals with a celestial temperament or dignified and beautiful fairies, have experienced many things.

The attitude of the immortals towards Yang Zhao is naturally unusual. After all, he is not only the nephew of the Emperor of Heaven, but also a god with extraordinary strength.

In their eyes, Yang Zhao not only has a noble bloodline, but also has an extraordinary cultivation, which makes his position in the heaven extremely special.

Whenever Yang Zhao appeared at any banquet or gathering, the gods would always come forward to talk to him, hoping to form a good relationship with this young god of justice.

Marshal Tianpeng took special care of Yang Zhao. He often personally invited Yang Zhao to various banquets and taught him the etiquette and laws of heaven.

With the help of Marshal Tianpeng, Yang Zhao quickly adapted to life in heaven.

And Princess Longji often accompanied him around.

This princess, who once disdained the prosperous banquets in heaven, now often accompanies Yang Zhao.

Either playing or inviting him to compete.

Princess Longji is very competitive. She once took her aunt as her goal and wanted to become a god of justice, but she didn't expect that her cousin Yang Zhao would take the lead.

Although she also knew that this cousin was very powerful, she was still a little unconvinced and often came to him to learn from him.

This night, the stars were bright, the light and shadow on the rainbow bridge were colorful, and Princess Longji came to Yang Zhao's palace again.

She was wearing armor, holding a spear, and was as imposing as a female warrior on the battlefield.

"Yang Zhao, I have a new understanding today. I wonder if you dare to fight me?" Princess Longji said provocatively.

Yang Zhao smiled slightly. He was used to the princess's way of challenging.

He stood up gently, walked out of the palace, faced Princess Longji, and said lightly: "Princess, how can I refuse your challenge? Please."

The two came to the bank of the Tianhe River, which was open and wide, suitable for them to show their fists and feet.

Princess Longji did not hesitate. As soon as she moved, she turned into a golden light and rushed towards Yang Zhao. Her spear skills were extremely sharp, and each shot was as powerful as thunder.

Yang Zhao was not in a hurry. His figure was like a phantom, shuttling through the martial arts training ground, and he could cleverly avoid Princess Longji's attack every time.

For a time, the light and shadows on the bank of the Tianhe River intertwined, and the spells collided, as if a gorgeous light and shadow show was staged. The surrounding cranes, phoenixes and other mythical animals stopped playing and watched this wonderful competition from afar.

As time went on, Princess Longji's attack became more and more fierce, but Yang Zhao was always able to resolve it skillfully.

Princess Longji's attack became more and more fierce, her spear shadow was like a torrential rain, and each strike was full of power.

Yang Zhao was as stable as a mountain, and every time he resisted, he seemed calm.

Finally, after a confrontation, the two took a few steps back at the same time, and this long-lasting competition came to an end.

Princess Longji's breathing was a little rapid, but her eyes were full of excitement and satisfaction.

"Very good, I will definitely beat you next time!"

Princess Longji said seriously.

Although she still did not defeat Yang Zhao, every competition made her strength improve.

She firmly believed that she would be able to beat this cousin one day.

Yang Zhao smiled and bowed in return: "Princess, you are too kind. I have benefited a lot from fighting with you."

This is also the truth.

Princess Longji's Taoism is not weak, and fighting with her is also very helpful to Yang Zhao's own practice.

But what he didn't know was that the two of them often fought together, which had already attracted the attention of those who were interested.

…

In the vast heaven, the Miluo Palace stands above the clouds, and its magnificent momentum is shocking.

The base of the palace is paved with jade that has not melted for thousands of years. It is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the skylight and shining brightly. The palace walls are towering, built with golden bricks and green tiles. Each brick and tile is engraved with delicate patterns and flashes with dazzling brilliance.

After the court meeting, the emperor Haotian set out from the Lingxiao Palace, passed through the misty sky, and finally returned to the Miluo Palace.

The Queen Mother of the Golden Mother was already waiting outside the palace gate. Seeing the return of the emperor Haotian, she smiled and stepped forward to greet him.

"Your Majesty is back." The Queen Mother of the Golden Mother's voice was gentle and respectful.

The emperor Haotian nodded, indicating that the Queen Mother of the Golden Mother did not need to be polite. Then his eyes swept around, and the palace maids and fairies saw this and retreated respectfully.

After everyone left, Emperor Haotian slowly spoke: "Today, Longji went to see Yang Zhao again."

When the Queen Mother of the Golden Sky heard this, her brows slightly frowned, and there was a little worry in her voice: "This girl, if she goes to see Yang Zhao every day, if the immortals see her, gossip will spread sooner or later."

Emperor Haotian pondered for a moment, his eyes were as deep as the stars, and he seemed to be thinking about something: "Do you think our girl has feelings for Yang Zhao?"

When the Queen Mother of the Golden Sky heard this, her eyes flashed slightly. She thought for a moment, and finally said slowly: "Emperor of Heaven, Longji has a strong personality since she was a child, and her competitive spirit has never been inferior to men. But recently she has been very close to Yang Zhao, and her behavior seems to have become a little more unusual. If this is true, it is not a bad thing, but..."

Before she finished speaking, Emperor Haotian nodded, obviously agreeing with the words of the Queen Mother of the Golden Sky.

"Well, I also think Yang Zhao is a good guy. If the two of them can get together, it would be a happy thing.

However, this kind of thing is still a big problem in the current situation. It is better for us not to intervene forcefully or let nature take its course." There was a hint of tolerance in the voice of Lord Haotian.

The Queen Mother of the Golden Sky sighed softly. She knew that Lord Haotian was right. This kind of thing could not be rushed. They could only let them feel it themselves.

The two looked at each other and saw the expectation and tolerance in each other's eyes.

...

Chaoge

Jiang Ziya sat in front of the sandalwood desk in the study, holding a sheep-hair brush in his hand, his eyes fixed on the account book in front of him. His brows were furrowed, as if he was looking for something among those tedious numbers.

The leaves of the sycamore outside the window swayed in the breeze, bringing a hint of coolness, but it was difficult to dispel the irritability in his heart.

Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps outside the door, and then a subordinate hurried in, bowed and said: "Sir, a minister from the court is visiting."

Jiang Ziya put down the pen in his hand, frowned and asked: "Do you know what it is?"

The subordinate shook his head and replied: "I haven't learned the details, but there have been a lot of discussions in the court recently, maybe it is related to borrowing grain."

Jiang Ziya felt a little unhappy when he heard this. The matter of borrowing grain has always been a pain in his heart, and the disputes in the court gave him a headache.

He stood up, tidied his robes, walked out of the study slowly, and prepared to welcome the visiting minister.

When he walked out of the door, he saw a minister in court clothes standing in front of the door, with a calm expression and a dignified appearance.

Jiang Ziya's eyes fixed, and he recognized that the minister was Wang Shubi Gan, who was known for his virtue.

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Wang Shubi Gan has always been known for his loyalty and integrity. If he came to visit, it should not be a bad thing.

Jiang Ziya stepped forward and clasped his fists, saying, "I wonder what Uncle Wang is doing here so suddenly?"

Bigan smiled slightly and returned the greeting, saying, "Mr. Jiang, the situation is changing rapidly, and many affairs in the court need assistance. Bigan came here to discuss this."

Jiang Ziya nodded and asked Bigan to go into the study to discuss in detail.

The two sat opposite each other. Jiang Ziya poured tea and waited for his subordinates to leave before he said, "Uncle Wang, if you have anything to say, please speak frankly."

Uncle Wang Bigan pondered for a moment before slowly speaking, "Mr. Jiang, to be honest, there have been a lot of discussions in the court recently, and I am also worried about the money and grain.

I think about it, if this matter can be properly resolved, it will not only appease the people, but also stabilize the court."

After hearing this, Jiang Ziya's brows relaxed slightly and he nodded. He knew what Uncle Wang Bigan was like. This person had the world in his heart and must have a good plan.

He asked, "Uncle Wang, what do you think?"

There was a hint of urgency in Bigan's eyes, and he said slowly: "Mr. Jiang, the fighting on the northern front is becoming increasingly fierce, and the southwest is suffering from drought, and the people are in dire straits. I hope to borrow a sum of money and food from Yang's firm to help Alleviate immediate urgency.”

After hearing this, Jiang Ziya frowned and remained silent for a moment before speaking: "Disaster relief is naturally easy to discuss. Yang's company has always aimed to take things from the people and use them for the people. Under drought, it is necessary to relieve the people. righteousness. But if it is for war..."

His voice lowered a bit, with a hint of helplessness: "Supporting the war will only increase the number of evildoers. When will the war and strife come to an end?"

Bigan sighed, a complicated look flashed in his eyes: "Bigan understands Mr. Jiang's concerns. However, Dongbohou Jiang Huanchu raised his troops to rebel. If it is not quelled in time, more innocent lives may be lost."

He paused and continued: "This rebellion is no small matter. If it is allowed to spread, not only the people will suffer, but the entire country will face a crisis. Although Bigan does not want to see bloody conflicts, sometimes, for the sake of justice, he has to Make some choices.”

Jiang Ziya remained silent, his eyes falling outside the window, as if looking for answers. The leaves of the sycamore trees outside the window sway gently in the wind, which seems to be telling the impermanence of the world.

After a long time, Jiang Ziya slowly raised his head and looked at Bigan firmly: "Uncle Wang, I will try my best to allocate the money and food for Yang's business. I will take immediate action for disaster relief. As for the war..."

His voice was full of determination: "I need to discuss with my senior brother to see if there are other ways to avoid unnecessary sacrifices."

Bigan nodded. He knew that Jiang Ziya was a wise man and would not make decisions easily.

He stood up and saluted Jiang Ziya: "Then Mr. Lao Jiang, Bigan would like to thank you."

Jiang Ziya also stood up to see him off, and when their eyes met, they both revealed a hint of worry and expectation for the future.

After Bigan left, Jiang Ziya returned to the study alone. He knew that he would face more difficult choices in the days to come.

But no matter what, he must ensure that every decision is for the welfare of the people, no matter how bumpy the road ahead is.

Jiang Ziya meditated all the way, walking through the bustling streets and finally arrived at the Yang family's mansion. On both sides of the palace gate, the mighty stone lions look solemn and solemn.

When the servant in front of the door saw Jiang Ziya, he quickly saluted and led him through the courtyard to the main hall.

Yun Hua was already waiting in the hall. She was wearing an elegant long dress and sitting upright, with a calmness in her temperament.

Seeing Jiang Ziya, she nodded slightly and motioned for him to sit down.

Jiang Ziya did not be polite and went straight to the point: "Madam, there are a lot of discussions in the court about money and food. The war in the north is urgent and the drought in the southwest is serious. Today Wang Shubigan came to me again to discuss borrowing food."

Yun Hua's eyes showed a trace of deep thought, and she said slowly: "My husband is not here, so you have full authority to make the final decision on these matters."

Hearing this, Jiang Ziya felt relieved and said firmly: "Then according to my idea, I will only provide disaster relief and ignore the war in the north.

The war is ruthless, and I don't want the company's money and food to become fuel that fuels the war. "

After hearing this, Yun Hua's eyes flashed with admiration, and she nodded in agreement: "Junior brother, you have the world in mind, so it is a good decision. The business founded by my husband has always been to save the world and save people, and disaster relief is exactly what I want."

Seeing Yunhua's agreement, Jiang Ziya felt a stone fall in his heart. He quickly shook his head: "Madam, you are exaggerating, but I have accumulated a lot of merit in the past few years that I have been in charge of the company."

Yun Hua smiled slightly and said warmly: "Junior brother, you are so humble. We all see your efforts. You are indispensable for the Yang's firm to have the reputation it has today."

The two chatted happily, and after discussing the specific details of the disaster relief, Jiang Ziya said goodbye and left, full of responsibility and mission.

He knows that the next work will be more arduous, but for the safety of the people, he will not look back.

After walking out of the Yang family's mansion, Jiang Ziya looked up at the sky. The cloudless sky was as blue as the sea, with no room for a trace of color.

…

Dashang Palace, located in the prosperous Chaoge City, is a symbol of the royal power of the Shang Dynasty. Its large scale and grand style can be regarded as the pinnacle of ancient architecture.

The walls of the palace are towering into the clouds and are made of huge stone bricks. The surface is carved with dragon patterns and cloud patterns, showing the majesty of the emperor.

The city gate is wide enough to accommodate several carriages running parallel to each other. The gate is inlaid with copper nails and shines with golden light.

Wang Shubigan entered the palace in an ox cart. The first thing he saw was a long royal road lined with rare trees with lush branches and leaves, which added a bit of vitality to the palace.

At the end of the royal road, there is a magnificent palace. The roof of the palace is covered with glazed tiles, and it shines dazzlingly in the sun.

The pillars of the palace are made of whole sandalwood and are carved with exquisite patterns. Every detail reveals the craftsman's ingenuity.

Wang Shubigan glanced at the tall and huge building in the distance. It took several years and hundreds of thousands of people to build the tall building - Lutai.

This is a high platform built by Emperor Xin of the Shang Dynasty for pleasure. It is high enough to overlook the entire palace and Chaoge City.

The construction of Lutai cost a lot of manpower and material resources. The base of the platform is made of huge stones, and the platform body is decorated with gold leaf and precious stones.

There is a throne on the stage, where the Shang king can watch singing and dancing, enjoy music and wine. All kinds of exotic flowers and plants are planted around the deer platform, and tame deer herds run freely among them, adding a bit of wild interest.

Deep in Lutai, there is an open space with a huge pool in the center filled with fine wine and various delicious dishes placed around it.

Emperor Xin of the Shang Dynasty collected beautiful women from all over the country to enjoy themselves here, drink and have fun, and feast without caring about the safety of the country and the suffering of the people.

The area around the wine pool was filled with colored lights and brocades, creating a dreamy atmosphere.

Wang Shubigan stepped into Lutai, and what he saw in front of him made him frown.

He watched the maids in gorgeous clothes dancing around the wine pool, and listened to the sounds of the music reverberating throughout the stage. Everything was so extravagant, in sharp contrast to the suffering in the outside world.

He was filled with anger. These scenes were completely inconsistent with the picture of the Shang Dynasty he had in mind.

He knew very well what kind of pain the people in the outside world were experiencing, but Di Xin was indulging in sensuality here, completely disregarding the life and death of the country and the people.

Just when Bigan was feeling angry and resentful, Di Xin's voice came from the wine pool, interrupting his thoughts: "Uncle Wang, you are here! Come down and have fun together. Today we are not kings and ministers, we are between uncles and nephews." No need to be restrained..."

Di Xin was dressed in a brocade robe and a golden crown. He held the palace maid in one hand and raised a glass with the other. He looked contented, as if all worries had nothing to do with him.

His invitation was full of temptation, but to Bigan, it was like poison.

Bigan's anger burned in his chest. He suppressed his inner excitement and walked up to Di Xin, his voice full of reproach: "Your Majesty, don't you know what kind of suffering the people outside are experiencing?

The drought in the southwest has destroyed countless people's homes, but you are here indulging in extravagance. Is this what you call the way to govern a country? "

When Di Xin heard this, the smile on his face froze. He did not expect that Bigan would directly criticize him on such an occasion.

But soon, he regained his frivolous expression and waved his hand to signal the maid next to him to step back.

He stood up, looked directly at Bigan, and said with a hint of displeasure in his tone: "Uncle Wang, what do you mean? As the king of a country, can't you have a moment of enjoyment? What's more, the food in the national treasury is still Sufficient for temporary needs.”

Bi Gan was even more angry. The food in the treasury was no longer enough to cope with such a huge disaster.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his voice: "Your Majesty, if you really care about the people, you should control your extravagance and use these unnecessary expenses to relieve the people. Otherwise, no matter how big the treasury is, It will also be empty because of your squandering.”

Di Xin's face was gloomy. He didn't expect Bigan to accuse him so bluntly on such an occasion.

He responded coldly: "Uncle Wang, I will remember your advice. But now, all I want is a moment of peace.

If you really care about the people, you might as well solve the drought yourself. "

After saying that, Di Xin turned around, returned to the crowd of palace ladies, and once again indulged in wine and sex, as if the conversation just now was just an insignificant episode.

Bigan stood there, looking at Di Xin's back, his heart filled with disappointment and worry.

He knew that if Di Xin's mentality could not be changed, the future of the Shang Dynasty would be full of uncertainty and crisis.

At this time, Fei Zhong, who was standing by the wine pool, wearing silk and satin, with a flattering smile, looked at Bigan's anger, but did not take it seriously. Instead, he softly comforted: "Uncle Wang, your Majesty is in a very good mood today. Why do you have to say these disgraceful words?

This is a time of celebration and it is not appropriate to mention these heavy matters. "

Bigan was furious when he heard Fei Zhong's words. His eyes were full of contempt and anger, staring straight at this villain who was just a favorite in his eyes.

"Fei Zhong!" Bigan's voice rose, and every word was like a hammer hitting Fei Zhong's heart, "It is a treacherous minister like you who confuses His Majesty day and night, indulges in sensuality, and forgets the king's Responsibility! You lead a wise man astray with your sweet words, aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"

Fei Zhong's expression changed when he heard this severe reprimand. He originally wanted to appease Bigan with his sweet words, but he didn't expect that he would attract such a rebuke.

He was a person who was good at observing words and emotions, so he immediately put away his previous smile, lowered his head in grievance, and with a trace of uneasiness in his eyes, he quietly looked at Di Xin, hoping to get the protection of King Shang.

Emperor Xin frowned when he saw this. Although he was addicted to pleasure, he was not willing to lose his majesty in front of his favorite ministers.

He gently waved his hand to signal the palace maids and musicians to stop what they were doing, and then said in a low and calm voice: "Uncle Wang, let's stop what happened today. Please step back first, and I will make my own decision. "

Bigan knew Di Xin's temperament, and once he decided something, it was difficult to change it. He took a deep look at Di Xin, his eyes full of disappointment and worry, then turned around slowly, his heavy footsteps echoing on the quiet deer platform.

His back looked particularly lonely, and the laughter and laughter on the deer platform rang out again, as if the scene just now was just an insignificant episode, easily erased and no one mentioned it again.

Fei Zhong thought to himself when he saw Bigan's figure disappearing in the corner of Lutai.

He knew that today's behavior of scolding Uncle Wang in front of Di Xin would definitely become a thorn in Bigan's heart, and there would be a bloody storm in the future.

Fei Zhong didn't want to sit still and wait for death, so he began to whisper in Di Xin's ear.

"Your Majesty, although the uncle is loyal, his words are too much. In such a happy banquet, saying such heavy words is simply not giving your Majesty face."

Fei Zhong's voice was a little aggrieved, as if he felt unfair for Emperor Xin.

Di Xin listened to Fei Zhong's words, frowned, and his displeasure became stronger.

Fei Zhong saw this and added fuel to the fire: "Now everyone in the court praises the uncle's ability, but rarely mentions your majesty's kindness. If this goes on, I'm afraid the people will forget that the world of the Shang Dynasty is controlled by your majesty."

These words were like adding fuel to the fire, and Emperor Xin's anger was completely ignited.

He was already dissatisfied with Bi Gan's outspokenness, and now hearing Fei Zhong say this, he felt even more embarrassed and his authority was challenged.

"Humph, who does the uncle think he is? It's not his turn to make decisions on state affairs!" Emperor Xin's voice was full of anger.

He immediately ordered someone to pass on the message, asking Bigan to immediately raise money and food to relieve the drought in the southwest and the war in the northeast.

"Tell him that if he is short of money and food, he will be beheaded!" Emperor Xin's tone was cold and unquestionable.

Fei Zhong stood aside, with a smug smile on his face.

He knew that in this way, Bigan would be caught in a dilemma.

It was almost impossible to raise such a huge amount of money and food in such a short time. If Bigan failed to do it, his prestige would be greatly hit, and he might even be in danger of his life.