After a few words, Gonggong Han was dumbfounded when he heard it.

The little grandfather's words are really straight and straight to the bottom of the saint's heart.

Han Gonggong served the saint closely, can he not know the saint's obsession with the Heart Cultivation Palace?

The drawings drawn by Yan Qingzhen were placed on the shelf behind the imperial case, and Han Gonggong had to lightly plaster them every day to make it easier for the saint to look through.

And the saint will open it and look at it once in about two or three days, and the drawings will be spread out on the table, and he will not speak, but he will look at the traces above for a moment, and he can read for a quarter of an hour or two.

Gonggong Han secretly glanced at Jiang Muyuan.

At the moment, no one dares to directly suggest the construction of the saint, that is, the little grandfather dares to whisper, and now only the saint, the little grandfather and the three of him know, he has to keep his mouth shut, if he misses a word and spoils the good deeds of the saint, then he will be finished!

Jiang Muyuan said that, then he closed his mouth and said no more, he was waiting for the saint to think.

The saint crossed his hands against his chin and pondered for a while before slowly raising his eyelids and staring at Jiang Muyuan's eyes: "The mountains of Nanling are really as A-Yuan said?" ”

Jiang Muyuan bowed his head and said, "Although I haven't learned the art of feng shui, aren't we laymen looking at feng shui just to get a feeling."

When I walked to a place, I was relaxed and happy, and after a few breaths, I felt that the turbidity in my body was dissipated, and it was a good place, if I went in and the cold and cold qi went straight into the bones, it was too heavy for the yin qi.

Anyway, when I stood under the seal, I felt that Nanling was a particular place.

Moreover, Xuanping borders Nanling, and I have heard a lot of stories related to Nanling there, all of which are chattering about the gods, what golden light appeared on the top of the mountain a few decades ago, and what auspicious clouds drifted over a hundred years ago, all of which are auspicious signs.

Uncle, I'm thinking about it, your Yangxin Palace can't be built in the Gyeonggi area, so it's better to move it to Nanling, and at that time, on the grounds of mining veins, a lot of construction was built, who in Beijing can know?

There are many ancient trees in the mountains of Nanling, local materials, one is good for materials, two is to save money, you only need to transport the white marble of the warehouse Litun from the waterway to Xuanping, and then send it to the Nanling ......"

Shengshang listened to Jiang Muyuan's words with a tea cup, and following this story, he only felt that the high mountain of Nanling was already close in front of him.

The mountains were opened, the towering trees became the backbone, and the Yangxin Palace surrounded by clouds and mist on the drawings suddenly appeared in front of him from his dream.

He pressed the teacup with a trembling hand, patiently did not take the drawings on the shelf behind him, and said in a steady voice: "Then A-Yuan thinks that which mountain top is the most suitable for the huge Nanling?" ”

"I haven't been in the back of the seal, and it is still up to insiders to pick such an important matter as a place," Jiang Muyuan said, "When Nanling is taken back, uncle, you let the real person go and ask him to choose for you, it's right." ”

The saint's excited heart finally couldn't be suppressed, his beard curled up, he cleared his throat and said, "You let me think, think." ”

Seeing this, Jiang Muyuan knew that it was too late, so he got up with a smile and said goodbye: "I'll go to the Cixin Palace to say goodbye." ”

The saint waved his hand hurriedly, and as soon as Jiang Muyuan left, he instructed Han Gong to do justice: "You also retreat, I am quiet." ”

Father-in-law Han responded, respectfully withdrew, and after a while, he quietly peeked inside.

Sure enough, the Holy Lord was looking intently at his Heart Nourishing Palace.

The saint watched it for a full quarter of an hour, but he still couldn't calm down, so he simply stood up: "Go and walk in the garden." ”

After hearing this, Gonggong Han was about to arrange manpower, and after seeing the face of the saint, he felt that this move was redundant, so he said: "The slave is waiting for you to take a look, didn't the concubine Niangniang say yesterday that there are a few pots of chrysanthemums in the garden that are quite gratifying." ”

Shengshang's footsteps were slow and hurried, passing by a few flowers, and he was also absent-minded, so he stopped in a pavilion for a long time and asked in a low voice, "What do you think?" ”

Han Gonggong replied: "The slave thinks that what the little grandfather said has some truth. ”

"He just wants to fight," Sheng Shang snorted, touched his beard, and said, "He doesn't want the court to retreat, and he doesn't want to stalemate with Sun Bi, Ayuan is young and young like this, he wants to fight to the end when he fights, and the purpose of building the Heart Cultivation Palace is to let me support him to fight!" I'm a nephew, I don't know him yet? ”

Gonggong Han smiled wryly.

The saint knows what the little grandfather thinks, doesn't the little grandfather also know where the saint's death hole is?

Singing such a play with each other in their hearts, the saint hesitated at this time, just to make the little grandfather excited.

Open and dark moves, all that can succeed are good tricks.

Of course, Han Gonggong couldn't say that, he took a breath, rolled his eyes and said: "Nanling is not suitable for building a heart palace, and the slave doesn't know it and can't say it, but the slave thinks that what the little grandfather said is that he lost his fortune halfway." Real people travel the world, you might as well ask him what he thinks of Nanling Feng Shui, and then discuss it after listening. ”

"It's okay," Sheng Shang nodded, "Go back to the imperial study and ask someone to invite a real person." ”

Walking outside the imperial study, the saint raised his eyes and saw Sun Zhen standing outside.

Sun Zhen didn't know what he was thinking, if it weren't for the little chamberlain on the side who reminded him, he wouldn't even see the saint.

The saint sank his face and said, "Why don't you keep it here?" Do you dare to stand here, don't you know how to sit in the side hall? Since you are so energetic, you will stay in Wenying Hall for an extra hour tomorrow! ”

Sun Zhen shrunk his neck and said, "Erchen just came over, and he didn't stand for long." ”

The saint snorted, walked into the imperial study, and said lightly: "Come in and talk." ”

Sun Zhen hung his head and followed in, and when the saint sat down, he said: "Brother Huang said that my father and Ayuan talked about feng shui before......

The saint coughed heavily, and the Han Gong Guild understood and immediately sent the little chamberlain who delivered the refreshments.

Sun Zhen raised his eyes and looked, knowing that he had lost his words, but he didn't know where the words were.

He had an affair with Sun Rui outside Jingyang Palace before, that is, on a whim, he asked "What did my father and Emperor Liu's brother say to Ayuan", but Sun Rui replied coldly, "Talking about feng shui", which made Sun Zhen stunned.

He knew that the saint was quite particular, but Sun Zhen didn't think that the saint would talk about feng shui instead of military affairs when Jiang Muyuan just returned to Beijing, and Jiang Muyuan was not a feng shui gentleman!

Sun Rui saw his doubts, and said nonchalantly, "If you don't believe it, go to the imperial study and ask yourself", Sun Zhen's rebellious temperament came up all of a sudden, his head was hot, and he came outside the imperial study.

He opened his mouth and asked two familiar little chamberlains, both of them said that they heard that Nanling Feng Shui was good, and then Sun Rui withdrew, and no one knew what Jiang Muyuan and the saint said.

Sun Zhen thought about it for a while, but before he could figure it out, he was caught by the returning saint, so that only "feng shui" was left for export.