A few days later.

Tai Chi Palace.

After Song and Yuan succeeded to the throne, they changed the furnishings in this hall.

Except that the bookcase remains the same, it now looks more like a place for rest and rest.

Song Yuan lay on the rocking chair, and from time to time took the music on the tea table on the side to watch.

If there is no need to approve what you see, you will classify it and put it aside, and you will approve it later.

What needs to be carefully watched and considered is that it is often watched for a long time.

Think of what signs will be put down.

Occasionally, officials will be summoned to deal with it to the end.

Since she has met with many officials in a row a few days ago, now Daze is still doing her job.

Someone will take over every link.

Nowadays, there are many fewer pieces of music being sent.

If it weren't for the fact that the officials couldn't adjudicate, or if they had to report it, it would rarely be sent to Song Yuan's case.

Song Yuan was not afraid of missing any news.

She also had her own secret mechanism for the evaluation of officials and the intelligence network of the Guiyuan Commercial Bank.

If there was any turmoil, Song Yuanding knew about it earlier than these officials.

Now it's just a matter of getting rid of a lot of things and looking at them twice.

Song Yuan is now gradually able to go out of the palace occasionally for a walk.

Always sitting in the temple, I can't really know the reality of Daze.

Song Yuan finally put down the last book, and then lay on the rocking chair and stretched his waist in a low voice.

"It's finally over, I'm exhausted."

"It's not easy to be an emperor, what is there to fight for in this position?"

Song Yuan shook his head again and again, stretching his waist before standing up.

"Your Majesty is different from them, and what Your Majesty doesn't look down on is still something that they can get at any cost."

Cheng Yunjie looked at her white bedrobe, the bun on her head was loose, and unconsciously went over to give her a robe.

Song and Yuan rarely wear dragon robes except for the previous dynasty.

But even so, the imperial state of the Song and Yuan dynasties is still unforgivable.

No matter which official comes to visit, he will still be frightened by the beating between Song Yuan's words.

In the words of Song Yuan.

The person sitting on the top of the country is her, not some dragon robe.

Cheng Yunjie sorted out the approved pieces by the way, replaced them with chamberlains, and sent them to the official who was responsible for transcribing and preparing copies for transcription, and then returned the important pieces to the officials who played them.

When Cheng Yunjie finished doing this, Song Yuan had already changed his clothes and folded back.

Dressed in azure men's clothes, he is heroic and cool.

Song Yuan opened the folding fan of the Xuantie fan bone with a bang,

"Some of the envoys from various countries have already arrived in Tianyun, and we will go out of the palace to see and see."

......

About an hour later.

Other waves of people also docked at the largest pier in Tianyun.

Xiahou Jinshan has been silent for a long time since he got off the boat.

Looking at the statue of prosperity in Tianyun City, he was thoughtful.

I don't know if I can see her here......

Every time Xiahou Jinshan thought about this, he gritted his teeth a little.

There will finally be some expression on the face.

Jing Yun, who got off the boat slowly from behind, suddenly walked over and slapped Xiahou Jinshan on the shoulder.

"Brother Sikong, but he has made enemies with people in this Daze? Why is this face so hideous? ”

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought you were born with a dead face."

Xiahou Jinshan's face darkened, and Jing Yun stopped when he saw his murderous eyes.

This Jingyun is a friend he met on the road.

The actual identity is Xiao Jingtian, the son of the Uta Kingdom.

On the surface, he said that he was a businessman.

Not enough, Xiahou Jinshan didn't think there was anything wrong.

He is now also a pseudonym.

Xiahou Jinshan's pseudonym is Sikong Mountain, using the surname of the Sikong family, a maternal family.

And Xiao Jingtian is now known as Jingyun.

Xiahou Jinshan knew the identity of this "Jingyun", but he did not debunk it.

Each other is just for the sake of being convenient enough along the way.

As for whether "Jingyun" can know his true identity, it is unknown.

Jingyun shook his head and looked at Xiahou Jinshan,

"Brother Sikong has found a place to live in this Tianyun City?"

"Not really, where is Brother Jingyun going to live?"

Xiahou Jinshan asked.

He does have some industries in Tianyun City, but it is inconvenient to say it now.

Jingyun immediately shook his fan,

"When I came to this Tianyun City, I naturally wanted to live in the first restaurant in the world, the first floor of the sky!" 、

Xiahou Jinshan also knew that the first floor was on this day.

This is a restaurant opened by Guiyuan Commercial Bank.

The business of Guiyuan Commercial Bank is convenient for all countries, but this restaurant is only open this one.

But if this is not opened, it will be a blockbuster.

The first floor of the day has become the first floor in the world since the first year of opening.

So far, it has never been shaken by its status.

"What's the matter, Brother Sikong, if you haven't found a place to live, then go with Jingyun to see the first floor of the world?"

"In terms of money, Brother Sikong can rest assured, since Jingyun is the east, Jingyun has nothing else, and the poor are left with money!"

Jingyun invited Xiahou Jinshan with a warm face, but he was also a little familiar.

"It's naturally good to be in company, but there are a lot of people in my line, and it's not good for Brother Jing to break the bank."

Xiahou Jinshan also felt that it was okay to live on the first floor of the world, if it was the place with the most extensive sources, there was no better place to live in the clouds now.

"Hey, Brother Sikong, what is this polite, don't you look down on Jingyun?"

Jingyun continued.

"Naturally not, Brother Jingyun doesn't need to worry, my company is not poor, there is no need to ......"

Xiahou Jinshan said.

But at this moment, Xiahou Jinshan suddenly stopped talking.

For a moment, he seemed to see a figure.

It was very similar to the one he remembered.

Little by little, they overlapped.

But when Xiahou Jinshan went to look for it again, he was no longer there.

It was as if the previous moment was an illusion.