Wu Hou Zuling suffered a heavenly curse.

Emperor Han is the true son of heaven.

Such rumors spread far and wide.

Under the impetus of well-intentioned people, it soon spread all over the streets and alleys of Yangzhou.

Wherever there is drinking water, there is always someone talking about it.

A group of troops in bright armor marched into Jinling to guard the palace.

By now, Wu Hou only dared to trust the army.

"Go to the docks."

Glancing at the surrounding eunuchs, slaves and maids, Wu Hou's face sank and he gave the order.

The army marched in silence.

Soon, I got on the ship.

So far, only in the barracks can he feel a little more at ease.

Jia Huan is already waiting here.

"Master, please open the altar for me once."

Wu Hou asked:

"I want to ask the ancestors of the underworld about the previous ancestral hall."

Jia Huan leaned over slightly and saluted:

"This matter has been prepared, Master Hou, please."

Between the words, Jia Huan's thought turned sharply, and he slightly invoked his mana and lightly plucked some kind of "string".

Suddenly, everything in front of me slowed down hundreds of times, and the vivid colors became dull.

Originating from infinity, a great power is instilled in the darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, "Jia Huan" showed heavy pupils in his eyes, and there was a faint reflection of golden flames during the period.

"Wu Hou's luck has really decayed·······"

In the eyes of "Jia Huan", the entire Jinling sky, underground, and all directions are in full view.

In this kind of vision, it is not limited to a certain aspect, but can look at things from multiple angles and comprehensively.

Whether inside or outside, up and down, left and right, they are all one and the same.

Originally, what shrouded the sky over Jinling was a large area of golden clouds.

In the Wuhou Palace, there is a rich purple-gold atmosphere, a thousand ways of ruiqi, covered by auspicious clouds, and it is unspeakably expensive.

However, at this moment, most of the purple gold qi that permeated the palace had already dispersed, and only a trace of purple gold qi remained, barely covering it.

In the corners of the palace, a gray and black atmosphere gradually rose.

Above Jinling, the pale yellow clouds that could have covered the entire city declined even more violently.

There is less than a half of the yellow gas left, mixed with pale red and white clouds, and it is still rapidly depleting.

The gold faded and turned red and white.

"Jinling is the first good place, and now there is only red and white gas left, and the remaining counties and counties, what should they be like if they decay?"

Jia Huan sighed slightly.

Losing the foundation of the yin world, the foundation of the yang world was immediately hit.

Immediate results.

One city and one pool, if the whole shows white gas, it means that the rule is basically stable.

If it shows gray and black, it means that it is on the verge of riot.

Pure white qi is a critical point.

This is true for the people and for the city.

Most of the mountain people who are not satisfied with Wang Hua are gray.

The obedient and good people are white.

If you are rich and your heart is stable, you will be able to have red energy.

To be able to manifest all the golden qi, in this life, at this time, unless it is from the capital of the neighboring county to suck blood, it can not be there.

Or it is a good port near the sea, and the trade is developed.

Jinling under the rule of Marquis Wu still only has white and red qi left, and the rest of the counties and counties are likely to have only white qi left.

That's dangerous.

"If the country's luck declines, it will not be able to suppress the situation, and with a little incitement, Yangzhou will be in chaos."

Looking at Wu Hou again, the red pillar that originally connected the heavens and the earth has also declined by a small half, and an aging red Jiao is hovering above, dying.

There were wisps of gray and black aura around him, entwining from the void, but they were blocked out by the heavy canopy.

Although he was hit by Lin Zhengyang in many ways, Wu Hou's qi was not as good as before, but he was still very rooted.

At this time, the evil qi still could not affect him.

"He is worthy of being the lord of the Wu country who has been in power for many years, and he still has the strength to fight now."

"Jia Huan" secretly praised:

"It's a pity, originally with your decades of merit in ruling Jiangnan, it is enough to extend the six generations of children and grandchildren, and pass on the honor of the marquis for more than 120 years, which can be described as prosperity."

"But you don't want to die, you don't want to surrender for a long time, and you don't want to fight, which makes me very embarrassed for you······"

"No matter how great the merit, no matter how big the luck, how many times can you withstand the friction when you participate in the general trend of competing for the dragon?"

"The foundation of the underworld is broken, and the luck has decayed above three percent; Zhen Baoyu is backed by the dragon vein, carrying purple qi, and is running around with people, harassing everywhere, and he is also fighting and consuming your luck, at least it can drag you down by one to two percent. ”

"This comes and goes, nearly half of the luck, which is equivalent to half of the fold."

"Originally, there were millions of soldiers and civilians in a state to make up for it from time to time, and then after commanding the army, encircling and suppressing, and eliminating Zhen Baoyu, it may not be impossible to recover."

"But you don't have that chance."

With a faint smile, the will of "Jia Huan" immediately went away.

The invisible strings returned to their original places, and the originally stagnant sound poured in.

"Master Hou, please come here."

Jia Huan bowed down to lead the way.

········

"Wu Hou's fortune has declined, and the time has come."

On a building boat, Lin Zhengyang opened his eyes.

On the desk, there are many movements.

“·········· The Hu people seemed to have moved, and the old Khan of the grassland woke up, summoned his sons, and set a storage position······· The sixth and seventh sons were angered for some reason and were imprisoned········ Several southerners who took refuge in the Hu people were taken down and questioned······· The minister thought that the civil strife of the Hu people may be approaching, and he should be the enemy of the Han State! ”

Lin Zhengyang's eyes were deep, he stared for a moment, and wrote next to him with a red pen:

"The Hu people are indeed a great enemy, and the Military Intelligence Department has done a very good job."

After a pause, he continued:

"When sending people to buy, coerce, and take advantage of, and use all kinds of means to divide the ministers in official positions among the Hu people, if they have military power in their hands, they can even try to surrender."

"Or send someone to assassinate Hu Khan and his sons, and provoke the Hu people to split, so that they must continue to be in chaos."

"Military affairs, do everything, this time, I allow you to do it cheaply, and another 300,000 taels of funds, which will arrive in the account in a few days."

"On the day when the Hu people were pacified, those who had meritorious merit were awarded official titles, and I would never be stingy, and those who were willing to join the civil affairs would enter the civil affairs, and those who were willing to join the army would enter the army, regardless of the rules."

"The matter of military intelligence espionage has always been inconspicuous, and it is rare to have a good death, I have always known it, and I hereby Xu Er and others have made meritorious contributions to change careers, and I admire this."

The word "Qin this" was written, and after the annotation was finished, a light purple qi poured into it, and the dragon's chant could be vaguely heard in his ears.

Looking at the music again, the words are faintly bright, and there is a kind of grand majesty hidden in it.

Lin Zhengyang smiled slightly.

Since he was called the emperor and the founding of the country, the legal net was formed, and his own spirit of the Son of Heaven has become more and more intense, and he can be called a heavenly constitution in his mouth.

Every time I review the chapters, I have the illusion of "dividing yin and yang, and governing by combining the way".

The slightest flow of luck, the replacement of the lives of all people, is in his every word and sentence.

After a simple review of only half a sentence, some people will change their fate, benefit from purple qi, and be promoted to become rich.

In the same way, there are also people who have been demoted, dismissed from office, and cut off their luck.

Every time he reads it, he feels the essence of the mystery.

Even if you don't absorb the dragon qi, the primordial spirit is nourished by this, and it is even more complete.

Especially the slightest hint of destiny, as he continued to figure out the essence behind this kind of luck, he was growing with an untraceable weight.

"There are immortals in the main world, comprehending the Great Dao and deepening the Dao nature, probably just like I am today."

When he thought of the main world and his own limited time, Lin Zhengyang suddenly woke up:

"Time is running out, I'm wasting too much time here."