Wang Ting, Yang Ke is reviewing the folds with Liu Sheng.

Xia Guo's performance process is different. Because this was an era of Taoist manifestations, when the recitals of each city and town were sent to the royal court, they would be the first to copy and record, and they would be reproduced by the shamans in a jade tablet.

Then Liu Sheng divided the categories, transferred the chapters of each department to the ministers for discussion, and then wrote the plan and transferred it to Yang Ke for ideas.

As for Yang Ke, most of them are in charge of stamping.

"Lone knows. ”

"Read. ”

"Very good. ”

"It works. ”

Most of them are annotations of this type, and then they are selected from the schemes presented below.

The affairs of the royal court were extremely boring, Yang Ke made it for an hour, suddenly threw away the Zhu pen, leaned back on the soft chair, and stretched his waist: "You said, Ji Le has been getting smaller for eight days, and he really held back in the Yongle Hall for eight days?"

"Your Highness is different from you. Liu Sheng replied to Yang Ke with a look of disgust, but his hands kept moving, and he continued to tap on the jade plate.

There were heavenly seal symbols on the jade plate, and as he operated, the documents were transmitted to other ministers.

This whole set of tools is made by the Spirit Palace, which is an information-based office imitated by Ji Le according to the computer.

"Your Highness is happy to be quiet, sitting in the Yongle Hall will not let us worry casually. It's like you, you cause trouble all day long. ”

"Hey, are you talking about Ji Le? This is obviously me, right? Have I worried you in the past ten years? It's him, who has gone out casually several times. ”

Yang Ke is usually frizzy, although there are principles in terms of right and wrong, but because there is no Ji Le, he will be a man. So when it comes to first impressions, everyone thinks that Ji Le is more reliable than him.

"I'm the one who doesn't have to worry, okay. Problem children like him ......"

Suddenly, Yang Ke stopped.

"Why don't you say it?" Liu Sheng stopped what he was doing.

Yang Ke suddenly slapped the table: "I've decided! Let Yang Mao take him out to play." ”

"Huh?"

"You can't always let him stay in the Yongle Palace, you can go around the city. Yang Mao is the same age as Ji Le at this moment, so let Yang Mao lead the way and experience people's livelihood by the way. ”

"I think you want to hang out, don't you? Why don't you take him with you?"

Yang Ke pointed to the tip of his nose: "Me, do you think the group of people in the Spirit Palace can rest assured?"

"Also, if you want to take the national god out, it must be the land of fireworks. Her Royal Highness is in the Hidden Palace, and she will definitely come to you as soon as possible to settle accounts. ”

In the past, Ji Le was an adult, and it was okay for a group of men to go to that kind of place to play. Replaced by the current Xiao Wenli, I am afraid that Emperor Shi will pick up the tortoiseshell jade plate and smoke Yang Ke.

Therefore, Yang Ke asked his son to go out with Ji Le.

In the past few days, Yang Mao and Yang Luan, brother and sister, rarely go to Yongle Palace.

Ji Le is their "father of the nation", and the two are what Ji Le has seen since childhood. But now that Ji Le has shrunk, they are really embarrassed to face a peer.

This time, it was Yang Ke who gave the death order, and asked the two of them to take Xiao Wenli to Jiugong City to relax.

The brother and sister didn't dare to slack off, so they sorted out their clothes after finishing their homework and came to Yongle Hall to spread the word.

Suddenly, the two of them saw Zhao Gao's panicked expression, and several guards next to him carried his luggage and carried him out of Yongle Palace.

Yang Luan stepped forward and asked the familiar witch: "Sister, what's wrong with him?"

"His Royal Highness is angry today and directly kicked Mr. Zhao out of the palace. ”

With Gongsun Wenli's temperament when he was young, he refused to be with villains like Zhao Gao. Originally, he thought that Zhao Gao was just the same name, just a coincidence, but after learning Zhao Gao's true identity, he was forced out of the palace.

Yang Mao's eyes lit up: "Father of the Nation, is this going to be 'pro-virtuous and far from the villain'?"

"I think it's not so much about being close to the sage as it is about being hostile and despising Zhao Gao. Qu Yuan in Yang Mao's body said lightly: "The national spirit has shrunk, and the temperament has changed greatly, which is really different." ”

"But it's a good thing, at least to stay away from this guy. ”

Qu Yuan's temperament is as jealous as hatred, and he is most disgusted with Zhao Gao's yin and vicious thoughts, but in the past, the national spirit relied on Zhao Gao's ability, so they were helpless.

At present, many people are happy about this move.

Not long after, Xiao Wenli walked out in his regular clothes: "I already know the matter, I just happened to be bored from studying recently, so I will go out with you." ”

The brothers and sisters of the Yang family were overjoyed, and pulled Xiao Wenli into the carriage and went to Jiugong City.

Ten years have passed, and Jiugong City has become more prosperous, and when you sit in the car, you can hear the noise of sales outside.

Xiao Wenli lifted the corner of the curtain and looked out: "I heard that this year is fighting an economic war? Will China's economy be affected?"

Yang Mao smiled contemptuously: "What is that impact? With the suppression of the gods of agriculture, the new coins of Suli are about to be scrapped." ”

"Look at what my brother said, after all, the new coin was created by the god of wealth, and there is something to be desired. Although it cannot be circulated on a large scale in our country, in the hands of the demigods of other countries, the new currency of Suri is used as a special medium for exchanging sacred objects. ”

"That's the only thing that's useful. If there is no way for mortals to accept it, the god of wealth will not be promoted to His Majesty. ”

Through the words of the brother and sister, Xiao Wenli gradually had some understanding of the current situation.

Since the first half of this year, the God of Wealth camp and the Saturnalia camp have fought with each other, and many gods have come to the world and fought each other. It's just that Xia has a barrier to protect it, and the general gods don't dare to offend Yuan Xi for the time being, so it's safer.

And because the Xia Kingdom re-signed contracts with the eastern countries and restarted trade. It's just that it's not subject to new coins, but is exchanged in kind.

Of course, this won't last long. The Eastern Kingdoms will definitely fight with the Xia Kingdom to compete for the hegemony of the Eastern Land.

Suddenly, the carriage pulled up to a remote street. The two black horses did not dare to move forward, and kept standing still.

Seeing the white lantern rising in front of him, Yang Luan was quite taboo, and hurriedly ordered the soldiers: "Leave quickly, don't stay here." ”

"Wait......" Xiao Wenli stared at the coffin erected in front of him: "I'll go down and take a look." ”

"Father of the Nation—no—Your Highness—" Yang Luan hurriedly stopped him: "This is a coffin shop, it's too unlucky, how can you come to such a place." ”

"Rest assured, out of the way. Xiao Wenli jumped out of the carriage, and Yang Mao's brothers and sisters had no choice but to follow closely and walk into the coffin shop.

In an instant, Yang Luan felt a cold ghost aura rushing to his face, as if there was a yin and a dark body connected to this coffin shop.

When the gray-clothed shopkeeper saw the three children running in, he hurried out to greet them. He also has spiritual power in his body, and when he came to the door and saw the three children, he immediately saluted:

"I've seen the god of the country and the two little highnesses. ”

Looking at this middle-aged man with a plain face, Xiao Wenli asked curiously, "Do you know me?"

The divine radiance on His Royal Highness's body was dazzling, forming a purple cloud canopy on the top of his head, and the red dragon was churning, faintly connected to the fortune of the country. There is only one person in my country who has such a vision. In his early years, he practiced under Lord Wu Min, and I once saw you. ”

The coffin shop is responsible for making and selling coffins, which is a part of the funeral in the spirit palace. Therefore, the shopkeeper of the coffin shop is also a retired wizard of the Wumin family. Because witchcraft can't go any further, he turns to running a coffin shop to earn a little money to support his family.

Looking at the dazzling coffins in the shop, the Yang Mao brothers and sisters showed a little fear. Even though the two of them have supernatural powers, they are children after all. When I came to this gloomy realm, I always felt a little hairy in my heart.

Qu Yuan secretly said to Yang Mao: "You, if you are going to be a monarch in the future, how can you be afraid of these things? ”

"Cut—can this be the same? It's not that you don't know, I'm afraid of ghosts. ”

"What's so scary about ghosts, didn't you just strayed into the underworld when you were a child and almost ate the peaches of the underworld?"

Xiao Wenli didn't hear the private chat between Yang Mao and Qu Yuan, he stood aside and asked the shopkeeper about the business of the coffin shop.

"Business, okay, right? Recently, because the war on the side of the platform has started again, Wang Ting ordered me to make a batch of coffins as soon as possible. ”

"Yes...... Xiao Wenli said with a little sorrow on his face: It seems that my feeling is right.

It was fine to read a few days ago, but in the last two days when he reads, he always feels a faint pain in his body. Now it seems that there should be another skirmish?

I asked a few more questions about the recent funerals in the city. In the end, Xiao Wenli stood on tiptoe, patted the shopkeeper on the shoulder, and said solemnly: "You and I are destined." I came to you to wish you a prosperous business. But if your business is good, I'm not happy. So, I wish you a long life. ”

A ray of golden light submerged into the shopkeeper's body, instantly replenishing his spirit that had been lacking for many years, and his spiritual power cultivation also stepped from the third tripod to the fourth tripod.

I see, Yang Mao saw this scene and suddenly woke up to Xiao Wenli's intentions.

To ask about the business of the coffin shop is to indirectly ask about the mortality rate in the city. The coffin shop business is good, indicating that Xia Guo has suffered serious casualties. That's why the father of the nation doesn't want the other party's business to prosper.

got the news from the coffin shop, Xiao Wenli guessed that there was another war in Xia Kingdom, and everyone in the country was hiding it, obviously not wanting to let himself interfere.

For a while, he was in a state of interest and was in no mood to watch it.

Xiao Wenli did not return to the carriage, but swaggered towards the market. Yang Mao and the others were so young that they didn't dare to stop him, so they had to follow behind with soldiers.

From the back of the road, turn into a noisy market. There happened to be a girl in a green skirt eating a sugar gourd and playing in the stalls.

Seeing this girl, Xiao Wenli's eyes lit up, and she walked over quickly: "This sister is so familiar, have we met somewhere?"

Qingling was studying the puppets on the stall, and was stunned for a while when Xiao Wenli shouted.

Swallowing the sugar gourd in her mouth, she patted her chest and breathed smoothly, her tone was a little dazed: "My name is Qingling, and I am a wind god." You...... Do you know me?"

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