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"Your Majesty?"

The serious and vicissitudes of life Old Master Xu held the scriptures in one hand and put the other behind his back, tremblingly lifted his drooping eyelids, and reminded him in a loud voice: "Your Majesty is tired?"

"I'm not tired. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a crisp response in front of the bookcase, and the person who answered sat beside the master in a noble imperial robe, and when he looked closely, he found that he was actually a thin child, about seven or eight years old, with an inconspicuous little nose and small mouth on his thin little face, which was really not good-looking. There were a few strands of soft hair floating on his forehead, and only the long eyelashes gently covered his eyes like a feather fan, as quiet as a sleeping jade.

Old Master Xu, who bowed slightly, still had a straight face, looking at the person in front of him who was meditating with his eyes closed, frowning slightly, but he sighed secretly in his heart, it's a pity.

"Sir, there is no need to be polite," the yellow and thin little emperor seemed to have just woken up from a dream, and finally opened his eyes gently, his eyelashes trembled and raised like butterfly wings, and the confused and innocent color in his eyes flashed, and the eyes embedded in his face were as bright as the stars of the universe, revealing a innocent and lovely that had never been done in the world, so that people couldn't bear to refuse, so he asked slowly and softly: "Sir, there is something unknown about the student." ”

"Oh? It has always been difficult to learn, and it is only good to ask questions if you are diligent in learning. ”

Old Master Xu's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise and hope, and he was a little wary of His Majesty the Emperor, who played cards unreasonably, hesitated for a few seconds, and then his stiff face seemed to melt a little, and asked gently with anticipation: "Since Your Majesty asked, is there anything you don't know?"

The little emperor smiled shyly, pursed his lips, and asked the master distressedly with a humane and caring gaze: "What Mr. Lai said is written in black and white in the book, and the students don't know why...... Isn't the Master tired of shaking his head every day?"

"Ahem, thank you, Your Majesty. ”

Old Master Xu's face stiffened a little, the corners of his mouth trembled, and after thinking about it, he quickly changed the topic, and suddenly remembered the homework assigned before, and asked, "Your Majesty can memorize the homework you did the day before yesterday?"

"Students don't learn much, sir. The little emperor smiled shyly, rolled his ink-colored glass eyes, and said uncertainly, "Probably...... I guess I've memorized it all. ”

Old Master Xu's eyes were full of hope again, and he looked at him expectantly.

The little emperor smiled at Old Master Xu a little shyly, slightly ashamed to muster up his courage, and after getting up and shaking his head, Old Master Xu closed his eyes and slowly exhaled, almost knelt down, and was so excited that he couldn't help himself: "It's not bad......! Your Majesty, can you understand the true meaning of what the ancients said?"

Hearing this, the little emperor, who had previously recited the whole article fluently, was stunned twice in confusion, and then lowered his head shyly and refused to speak.

"Your Majesty has all the backs...... But, I don't know what it means?!" Old Master Xu, who was holding the scroll in his hand, was a little lost and looked at him in disbelief.

"The students didn't understand a word. ”

The little emperor shook his head, answered as a matter of course, and said word by word, and then said softly and strangely: "It's a little unclear, what is the name of Yi's godman is very thick-skinned, and this book is also boastful, I think it's too much, and it doesn't matter if you don't learn it......"

"This, this...... This is the general study scripture of the Nanchu Temple......"

Old Master Xu's sparkling eyes suddenly dimmed, and his rickety back seemed to be bent back again, and he said something self-deprecatingly.

As everyone knows, the Nanchu Temple is a sacred and inviolable place in the hearts of believers in the world. For thousands of years, there have been countless saints and sages in the temple, and their words and deeds have been enshrined as canons and compiled into books. This I Ching is the legacy left by the oldest creator god in the legend, although the content of which is exaggerated and fantastical, but its pursuit of light and obedience to the will of heaven is the foundation of the temple.

The temple is the basis for the operation of the world, and the I Ching, which outlines the creation chapter, is the first step in understanding the world around us and developing respect for the temple and the gods. Thinking of this, Old Master Xu couldn't help but stroke his beard proudly, after all, among the four great powers in the world, which country could not be passed on to all generations without being selected by the gods of the gods and bestowed by the temple?

The little emperor tilted his head and looked at it, not quite understanding Old Master Xu's triumphant expression, and continued to ask suspiciously: "Sir, who has ever seen the creation god mentioned in the book?"

Old Master Xu pondered for a moment and said, "For thousands of years, how many ancestors and sages have believed in the existence of the creator god, but they ...... I have never seen it with my own eyes, but it has been recorded in the ancient testament. After all, you need immortal fate, and the strong in the world will become immortals, and you can only see the upper side when you step into the immortal court. Your Majesty still has any questions?"

"Will the immortals come back and tell us?"

"One day to become an immortal, he must not be a worldly person, how can he come and go at will?"

"If the gods haven't come back, then the people who wrote this book don't know if they've seen it, and the three of them become tigers, maybe they will write it really when they say it?"

"Your Majesty, there are many miracles left in the world, there was a fairy island in the sea of Tianying in the east, the neon light is all over the sky, and the holy solemnity is inviolable;

The little emperor poked his hands and muttered innocently: "It may be a mirage, Mr. also knows, Dongqi lives by the sea, there have always been mirages, and some things have become miracles if they are written casually." But anything that is singular, must it have something to do with the temple?"

"Your Majesty, don't blaspheme!"

Xu Fuzi's face became serious, exuding divine brilliance as if defending his chastity, and he said in a solemn tone: "If there is no god to create the world, how can thousands of creatures in the world be endless? Not to mention that for thousands of years, the temple of the Chu State is fortunate to have the divine wood Houze, and the priests have walked the world and delivered the gospel, how can they not believe in the miracles of creation?"

The corners of the little emperor's mouth twitched faintly, looking at the righteous and awe-inspiring Master Xu, but he suddenly found that he was a little stupid, and he forgot that Master Xu Ziqing, a scholar of the Great Wei Hanlin Pavilion, was raised from Southern Chu and Jin when he was young.

The temple was created in Southern Chu, and the people of Chu all believed in the wooden god of the temple, and asking these questions by themselves was not equivalent to slapping people's faces.

Seeing that Xu Fuzi was looking far away, still making an impassioned speech, the little emperor squeezed out a look of worship on the surface, but his hand speed kept secretly holding the sour plum cakes on the table to worship the master, and he was very skillful in stuffing it into his arms, ready to go back to the palace and enjoy it slowly, the more impassioned Xu Ziqing's expression was, the more brilliant and innocent the smile on the little emperor's face.

"Your Majesty, do you understand?" Old Master Xu's mouth was dry, and he turned around excitedly, looking at the shy little emperor with an expectant look.

Just as the little emperor was entangled in whether his answer would "blaspheme" the other party's faith again, so that the old master Xu, who was the elder of the three dynasties of the Great Wei Dynasty, violently killed the king, a light and urgent footstep outside the door from far and near, to the study, but hesitated, the comer felt like there was a tangled matter, a few steps back and forth, and quietly said something to the guard at the door, and learned that the teaching in the room was not over, so he also stopped and waited quietly outside the door.

Without waiting for the person at the door to report, the little emperor's eyes with a sad face and his head bowed happily bent into a moon arc, turned his head and looked at the door, his anger was heavy, his voice was loud and crisp, and he shouted: "Yuanxiang!"

At the door, the young palace maid named Yuan Xiang was startled by this cheerful and cheerful shout, the young and immature girl looked back when she heard the voice, with a slight panic in her eyes, it seemed that she was about ten years old, her face was like a bright moon and moving, and under the beautiful eyes of Gu Pan was just a little beauty mole, like the finishing touch, lined with an ordinary high-end palace maid's costume with some rippling spring light, like a narcissus under the golden light at dusk, fresh and moving.

"Your Majesty!" the narcissus girl was a little panicked when she saw the two people in the room looking over, and bowed in a low voice.

Speaking of which, the little palace maid named Yuan Xiang is just a palace maid who was only evaluated and promoted to the top palace maid of Tzu Chi Palace last month, and many people say that they are young and lucky, and they actually serve by the side of the Queen Mother. After all, Tzu Chi Palace is the most solemn place in the Wei Kingdom, and although Yuan Xiang, the palace maid who should be strict with etiquette, has also gritted her teeth and practiced hard in secret, she is nervous after all at this time.

Especially in the face of His Majesty, the emperor of the Great Wei State, he is obviously a child who is as transparent as crystal, for some reason Yuan Xiang always feels that he is always at a loss under his eyes, and that feeling is very peculiar, just like ...... It's like looking at yourself in a mirror.

Although there are thousands of thoughts in his heart, it is only a moment, after the emperor called, Yuan Xiang tightened the dress beside him with both hands, took a deep breath before hurriedly stepped forward, saluted the little emperor, and then slowly saluted to Master Xu.

Her face was a little nervous, but her voice was soft and beautiful: "Master Xu, the day after tomorrow is the day when Your Majesty chooses the candidate for the family's attendants, Aunt Shilan ordered the slave maid to take Your Majesty to the Tzu Chi Palace to meet the Queen Mother." ”

Old Master Xu's eyes were not focused on the girl's beautiful and moving face, his white eyebrows and eyes were lowered, he coughed a few lowly, turned a few pages of the scroll in his hand, and said lightly, let's go, and said that he didn't care about the two of them, turned his back and looked at the temple scriptures that he was already familiar with, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to retire and leave.

The little emperor got the master's permission to get out of class, and kicked his legs hanging next to the pear wood high chair with a smile, and the wasteland jade on the emperor's boots flowed with clear fluorescence, grinning at the little palace maid Yuanxiang, and stretched out his hands and said: "Yuanxiang!

Ignoring the etiquette in the palace like this, the little overlord in this palace can do it, Old Master Xu coughed again, and Quan Dang turned around and went to sort out the ancient books without hearing it.

Yuan Xiang encountered this situation for the first time, and she was very surprised by this, and she was a little at a loss, but after all, Old Master Xu didn't open her mouth to stop it, and the emperor's order was difficult to disobey, so she leaned over lightly with great caution, and gently coaxed a few words like a baby, and gently helped the little emperor out of the chair with both hands, and then carefully held it steady, and then followed the little emperor of Wei to retreat with all the rules, and respectfully followed the little emperor of Wei to exit the door.

"Yuanxiang, you are so good-looking. The little emperor strode out with his hands behind his back, pursing the curvature of the corners of his mouth, with a sincere face.

"Your Majesty, don't make fun of Yuanxiang. The Queen Mother is still waiting for you to choose the children of the family to accompany you. The palace maid Yuanxiang was a little panicked when she heard this, and lowered her head and said softly.

The little emperor shook his head and sighed for a while, pacing with small steps, and walking with his hands behind his back pretending to be worried and regretful was ridiculous, and muttered while walking: "Mr. said that I should focus on the people's livelihood in the world, but unfortunately I was born to prefer the tone of this child's affection, and the big tune hurts the people, but the minor tune is pleasant......"

"Your Majesty!" Yuan Xiang couldn't cry or laugh, and said in a low voice, but her voice was a little helpless.

"Hmph. You dare to be fierce, I am His Majesty the Emperor of Great Wei, Lian Li, you dare to be so rude......"

The little emperor pretended to be angry, muttered a few sentences, and while speaking, he took out something from his arms and stuffed it into his mouth, vaguely expressed his dissatisfaction, and continued: "Be careful that I ask the queen mother for you to come, pet alone, spread the golden luan tent day and night, and ...... night and night."

"Your Majesty! the slave maid doesn't dare!" The attendant palace maid named Yuan Xiang blushed and hurriedly interrupted, thinking that Old Master Xu taught His Majesty something immodest every day, and scolded for a while, and suddenly whispered in surprise, and asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, this pastry in your hand ......"

What's the matter with the bulging clothes in His Majesty's arms? This haunting smell of sour plums that came out of the Imperial Book School inexplicably! Yuan Xiang's heart was screaming wildly, looking at the sour plum cakes in the little emperor's arms in shock, and she couldn't help but say nothing.

"Okay, okay, people will get old easily when they nag, be careful that you are only a few years old and you are as old as the black-faced Shilan next to the queen mother. The little emperor pouted and said in disgust, and walked forward with his hands behind his back to speed up his pace, until the little palace maid exclaimed again, and chased after him in surprise and urgency.

"Your Majesty! This is not the way to Tzu Chi Palace! Your Majesty ......."

The conversation between the two gradually faded away, and the old master Xu, who was alone in the study, coughed, gently closed the scripture in his hand, smoothed the wrinkles of the book, and looked at the word I Ching fixedly, but the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes were deeper.

The Book of Changes has been inherited for thousands of years, and the heaven and earth are still yellow, but the flood is old.

For thousands of years, even if he searched the world, where were the Three Realms of the Immortal Court that had been passed down by all the people? Was it a fallacy from the generations? Or was there really one? Thinking like this, he couldn't help but sigh sadly, and suddenly remembered that the Southern Ancient Kingdom Divine Temple Supervision Division's style of action in recent years seemed to be more obscure and murderous than before, and a few years ago, Qi and Qin each had a younger generation to be included in the Divine Temple, and the most mysterious Divine Temple Chengtian Division even released a rumor indicating that this generation of Chengtian Division's seat had already received closed disciples......

The state of Wei was empty.

Xu Ziqing couldn't help but worry about the complicated political situation under the rule of the orphans and widows of the Great Wei Dynasty, his gray eyebrows were wrinkled for a while, and his heart was even more uncomfortable. After all, His Majesty of the current Wei State is still young, and his mind is too pure and kind, although he has the wisdom to benefit the people, it is a pity that he ...... But they have no ability to govern the country.

"The Mystery of the I Ching, ......"

He sighed lightly, the old fingers stretched out at random trembled slightly, and gently opened a page on the Book of Changes with two fingers, and with a stroke of his fingertips, a pure breath was injected into the page, and the pure white paper on the page suddenly floated faintly ink lines, twisted, and gradually appeared, if you count them carefully, it turned out to be sixteen small characters of ink square.

The lone star falls, the people turn into ashes, the two moons alternate, and the co-owner returns.

Xu Ziqing's fingers trembled more and more.

Under his vicissitudes of life and folded fingertips, the first four words are neatly and orderly as if they have been carved by measurement, as if there are countless rules and frames to specify the direction of the handwriting, but there is a faint sense of unwillingness to complain, the more the words in the back begin to be scribbled and chaotic, the last hook of the gray word is like a devastating stroke that flies through the upper right corner of the page, far away like the momentum of Jin Ge's slaughter; until the alternation of four characters in the two moons, the calligraphy and painting are gradually peaceful and peaceful, and the last stroke of the word is withdrawn at will, mellow and natural, and it becomes a mirror of its own.

And from the moment Old Master Xu opened the page, the sixteen words of pen and ink became intense and vivid as if injected with life, faintly writhing as if to break free from the shackles of the paper, but finally he was powerless to resist the invisible oppression and began to decompose and penetrate into the pages of the book little by little. The ordinary scriptures that were originally hidden under those sixteen words were also revealed, and the white and black words were equally spaced and straight.

What kind of mysteries are hidden in the I Ching? Who is sending the mysteries on the paper? With his own skills, he can't even see the depth of the caster?!

Old Master Xu was puzzled, rubbing the rough calluses on his fingertips, frowning and silent, unable to guess, was that mysterious proverb a foreshadowing of the misery of life, or some kind of divine gospel? He was a little excited and curious with anticipation and emotion, but more with a faint fear of unknown forces.

Becoming ancient and chaotic, I am afraid that the world will be turned upside down.

"I'm Dawei...... Could it be that you really want to answer the nonsense of the country?"