A long, long time ago, there was a mountain called Gushu Mountain, where lived a people with infinite natural strength, called the Divine Bird Clan.

There is a tall and magnificent temple in the Divine Bird Clan, this temple is called the High Temple, which is the center of the entire Divine Bird Clan for political decision-making and economic activities, as well as cultural and entertainment activities.

Whenever the sun rises, the open space outside the temple is filled with all kinds of items, including food, clothing, and useful ...... It's just a thousand boxes, dazzling, dazzling, and can't put it down. The people of the Divine Bird Clan come from all over the world to hold simple sacrificial ceremonies, and then begin to buy the daily necessities or means of production they need. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the patriarch of the Divine Bird Clan and the administrators of the tribe will come to sit around the altar after holding the sacrificial ceremony in the high temple to solve all the major things that have happened in the clan in the past half month......

"Eh, uncle, who is putting things in the open space outside them?" A young man in Xuanyi asked puzzled.

The storyteller paused for a moment, opened his originally squinted eyes, and glanced at the young man up and down, left and right, ho, good guy, he looks really extraordinary: I saw that his eyes were like starry eyes, his face was like a bright moon, his sword eyebrows were like a bright moon, his sword eyebrows were outward, his lips were outward, he was nine feet tall, the jade tree was in the wind, he had a veil hat, a round-necked robe, his feet were upturned, and his waist was wrapped in a large silk silk.

The storyteller stood up, bowed his head slightly, clasped his hands into fists in front of his chest, and replied to the question: "Childe is polite, Xiaomin can only tell stories, as for who put it, I haven't studied it for so many years." That's all for today's words, everyone, I'm sorry, it's over! ”

So everyone left the scene one after another, and there was no need to give money, all industries in Yunmeng were funded by the imperial court, and they were generally sons following their fathers' businesses, and they arrived at their posts at regular times, with neither the risk of competitive pressure nor the possibility of making a fortune. At this time, it was noon, and the storyteller began to give a lecture every morning and ended on time at noon, because the imperial court was worried that the people would be too addicted to this kind of idle talk, which would breed the mentality of idleness, and the time regulations for employment in various industries were also different. At this time, it was time to get off work, and the storyteller simply packed up his baggage and walked to the teahouse. "Sir, please stay!" The man in the dark clothes and the boy with him strode after him, and because he was a little anxious, he grabbed the storyteller's sleeve and pleaded, "Sir, can you talk about it again for the villain, the villain has a lot of money." ”

The storyteller glared at him, "Put it down, please follow the rules." So he threw off his sleeve and left on his own.

"Prince Wang, let's go back, it's late, but it's not easy to make a difference." Xiao Tong leaned over and whispered to the man named Wang Gongzi.

"Don't, it's hard to come out once, let's go, let's see the scenery of Suzaku Street." After Wang Gongzi finished speaking, he strode out of the teahouse.

The shops on the street open their doors in turn every noon, and it is also the rule of Yunmengguo to go to the market in the middle of the day. People who come to buy things rely on the vouchers issued by the government in their hands, how much can someone buy such and such an object one day, it is clearly written on it, the store sees it, and goes directly to the back hall to take it out for him, just no more and just a lot, and will not persuade customers to buy more, and customers are not allowed to bargain, as long as they count the things, they can leave.

Wang Gongzi walked several streets in a row, and although he felt very monotonous, he still enjoyed watching the various items and the clothes, expressions and verbal dialogues of buyers and sellers.

Yunmeng country is founded on farming, as long as the wind and rain are smooth, the people also live and work in peace and contentment. In the past ten years, Yunmeng Kingdom has obviously been blessed by the gods, and there has never been a single natural or man-made disaster, and people say that it is thanks to the queen mother that she finally gave birth to a prince.

Nineteen years ago, it has been almost seven or eight years since Queen Yun, the only daughter of Yun Tianxiao, the prime minister of Yunmengguo, married into the palace, and I saw that the bellies of the concubines on the left and right were growing day by day, but she was always empty, so she could often only cry secretly in the middle of the night. If it weren't for the ancestral system stipulating that the emperor must come to the queen's bedroom on the first and fifteenth days of each month, the queen might not even see the emperor a few times a year. Maybe it's the ancestors who accumulate virtue, maybe it's the pity of the sky, after a Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet, the queen was pregnant, and gave birth to a boy in one fell swoop, and the mother and child were safe, so the whole country celebrated.

Of course, there are also a few favored concubines who are not happy in their hearts, but still have to make a happy appearance on the surface. Among them, the most unhappy one is, of course, Shuguifei.

This is a long story, when the queen Yunfeng and the ancestors of Shugui Concubine Fei Lan'er supported the emperor together, so the two married into the palace together, there was no distinction between dignity and inferiority, just because the prince at that time, that is, the current emperor, was too weak, and the marriage events were arranged by the current queen mother, that is, the queen at that time. On the first night of the wedding ceremony, the queen at that time sent someone to send a brocade box to the two beauties, with a question in it, the beauty who answered correctly got married in the name of the prince and concubine the next day, and the wrong answer was the prince's side concubine, and the third day could be married. Queen Yun was born in a family of poets and scholars, she was born intelligent, and her grandfather was Lord Zaisuke at that time, so answering questions was a piece of cake. Although the two grandfathers were equal in the court, Fei Lan'er was educated since she was a child that "a woman is virtuous if she is not talented", in addition to the four books and five classics and women's virtues and other compulsory subjects, where have you read any crooked books, so naturally the question cannot be answered, so I had to draw a peony on the paper.

"Where is there any correct answer, it is clearly the Queen Mother's partiality!" Every time Concubine Shugui thinks of this, she is angry, but fortunately, the prince doesn't like the princess who is more than stable and not agile enough, plus she has a stomach, and she gave birth to two sons and a daughter for the prince at that time, that is, the current emperor, so the most favored in the harem is herself. "What to fight, a hundred years later, it is not my son who will be the emperor." At that time, although Concubine Shu couldn't be the queen, when she thought that the queen had no children, she wanted to laugh out loud in the middle of the night. Who would have thought that good things are grinding, and halfway through the killing, the queen actually gave birth to a dragon son! Concubine Shu is really angry, so she always likes to blow the wind in her ears by the emperor's side when she has nothing to do, and therefore, although the queen's son Wang Zizhao is almost eighteen years old, the position of the prince is still hanging, and the emperor does not seem to have the intention of making him the prince.