King Jin's sense of existence was too low, he was only twelve years old at the time, and he left Kyoto and went to Qishan in an inconspicuous bamboo oil car. Because it was to pray for the queen, everything was simple, and he didn't even bring a single attendant. Coupled with the lack of support from the mother, the wealthy and powerful in Kyoto almost forgot about this person. For a while, even if the families wanted to give gifts and flattery, they were embarrassed to find that they didn't know anything about King Jin, let alone inquire about their preferences. Don't you want to send Buddhist scriptures?

The king of England also wondered, when he came, the mother concubine told him to be respectful to this Uncle Jinwang, and it was best to win him over. Although the king did not understand the mother's intentions, he still obediently did so, and did not travel along the way. With a few guards, travel lightly, day and night. Throw the people of the Ministry of Rites behind, and arrive at Qishan in less than three days.

Qishan is the place where the spiritual veins converge, when the first emperor raised troops here all the way to the south and the north, invincible, invincible. After being called the emperor, at the suggestion of the Taibu Administration, the Qishan Mountain was enclosed and a royal temple was set up, and no one was allowed to enter without being summoned.

The king of England was patient, stood outside the Xining Temple, handed over the token and others to verify his identity, and the eighteen stick monks stood outside the temple gate, not letting a single step. Finally, a little monk came out, supporting an old monk, his beard was white, his steps were vain, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and his eyes were very gentle. The old monk trembled and folded his hands, wanting to salute, but the King of England hurriedly stepped forward and held on, "Master Empty Wu doesn't have to be polite" The old monk thanked him and coughed lowly, "The old man has already learned of His Highness's intention, the eight-year period has arrived, and he is in the back mountain, please." The king nodded yes and entered the temple.

Through the quiet bamboo forest, the king of England stepped on the stone steps step by step, a full 9,990 units, is the only road to the top of the mountain, even though the surrounding clouds and mist, the green bamboo into the shade, the condensation of the light and the cold dew, step by step, there is no strength to appreciate and finally walked up to the last step, at the end of the path, a cold room looms, some herbs are planted around the house, the fragrance of medicine, two white cranes lazily stretch their necks, and they are not afraid of people. The door of the cold room was half-hidden, silent and silent. The king of England tidied up his clothes, clasped his fists, and bent down to "Nephew Shang Zeyu, meet Uncle Jinwang, Uncle Wang Wan'an"

"Strike"

"Yes," King pushed open the door and walked in gently. Looking at a man in white clothes sitting, holding a book in his hand, because he was against the light, he didn't really see it, so he didn't want to step forward and take a closer look, and saluted again, "Uncle Jinwang is all right, the grandmother and father of Kyoto have been thinking about you" Because he bent down, he could only see a pair of plain boots walking towards him, and his arms moved slightly, and he was helped up. "Your Highness is polite," his voice was slightly hoarse. Raising his head from Shanruliu, the man in front of him was dressed in white, decorated with a very simple pattern, his hair was not crowned, and only a hairband of the same color was tied at the end of his hair. The body is thin, and his eyes are like a pool of clear water, as if he can look to the end at a glance. If you look at it again, you will indeed fall into it. The lips are very thin, and the skin is fair, so I think it is because I rarely see light. The whole person gives people a very comfortable feeling. There is a slight sandalwood between the sleeves. For no reason, the king remembered that "the stranger is like jade, and the gentleman is unparalleled in the world".

It's just a flash of lightning. The king smiled brightly, "It's good for Uncle Wang to call me Zeyu, my father and the emperor call me nephew like this," I couldn't help but complain in my heart, "What, I am only one year older than me, a generation higher than myself, but the prince seems to be older than him, and he has to be obediently called Uncle Wang," my heart was immediately happy.

King Jin smiled slightly, "Ze Yu, it's just a little thing, how can I let you run." The king smiled heartily, revealing his snow-white teeth, "My nephew really wants to be close to Uncle Wang."

The King of England made the tea with his own hands and presented it to King Jin, without any surprise or displeasure at the simplicity of the room. The two talked happily, from regional customs, to the art of war, to poetry and music. It can be said that he knows everything, he has a famous Confucian as a teacher and has been on the battlefield. However, King Jin was confined here for eight years, and his knowledge was extensive, and his insights were much deeper than his. For a while, I really paid respect. King Jin seemed to see his doubts, and took a shallow sip of tea, "Let Ze Yu smile, there is nothing to do in the mountains, so I like to read some idle books and pass the time" King Ying haha, and crossed the conversation. Accompanied King Jin to talk about two games, was killed and lost his armor, and slipped away under the pretext that twilight was approaching.

King Jin shook his head, fiddling with the chess pieces slightly, his hands were playing with each other, the black and white pieces were glued to each other, and the nineteen roads were vertical and horizontal, and every step was a killing machine. King Jin's expression was gentle, and the speed of twisting the chess pieces was not fast. It's not like playing chess, it's like burning incense and drinking tea. The mountain breeze blows. The candle flame jumped slightly. Finally stopped. On the chessboard, three hundred and sixty-one chess pieces lay quietly, revealing their edges. There is no place to go down, and there is no son to go down, it is an endgame. King Jin frowned slightly, "This is the result again"

"This endgame has been lost since Master Kongming passed away a hundred years ago, and it is shocking that the Lord can reproduce it" A man in black replied respectfully, silently, as if blending with the thick night. King Jin was noncommittal, for a long time, sighed, "Take it, Master Kongming has not been able to break it until he dies, and he regrets it for life, and I don't know which person is destined to break such a delicate game" The man's expression was a little strange, and he accepted the chessboard.

"Lord, everything in Kyoto is in place, the mansion is personally supervised by the Queen Mother, and our people have also been inserted, but they can't all be cleaned up." "Your Majesty" "Your Majesty is very happy, he has given a lot of things, hundreds of officials follow suit, send everything to the house, according to your orders, those who come will not refuse" The corners of King Jin's mouth hooked a good-looking arc.

"Kyoto is a mess of muddy water now?"

"There is no distinction between concubines and concubines, the middle palace is sluggish, the concubines are dominant, and it is difficult not to mess up."

"Since it's already messed up, you might as well make it a little messier" King Jin lifted the lid of the incense burner and poured the cold tea into it. The spark flickered a few times before finally being annihilated.