Xiongjing's innermost city is not divided into square cities, streets and alleys are integrated, and there is a palace of the Son of Heaven, called Afang, covering more than 300 miles, isolating the day.

Flowing into the palace wall, five steps on the first floor, ten steps on the first floor, the corridor waist is back, the eaves are high pecked, each hugging the terrain, hooking the heart and fighting the corners.

Pan Pan Yan, embarrassed, beehive water vortex, I don't know how to fall tens of millions, the long bridge lying on the waves, the clouds and the dragon, the road is empty, not Ji He Hong, high and low mystery, I don't know the west and the east.

The song platform is warm, the spring light is melting, the dance hall is cold, and the wind and rain are sad.

Within a day, between the houses, and the climate is uneven.

Concubines and concubines, princes and grandchildren, resignation downstairs and the palace, come to the stage, the night strings of the morning song, the star Yingying, the green cloud disturbance, comb Xiaofu also, Weiliu is greasy, the fat water is also, the smoke is oblique and foggy, the pepper orchid is also burned, the thunder is startled, the palace car is also over, the wheel is far away, and I don't know where it is!

At noon on this day, in this weather, more than 300 miles away, known as the center of heaven and earth, in the Afang Palace, Tai'a Palace, nearly thirty years old, but there is still a frivolous atmosphere between the eyebrows, the Great Chu Weaving and Cultivating Son of Heaven is eating in front of the jade table.

Since the birth of the Middle Ages, in addition to the founding king, the title of the Son of Heaven was given by the emperor before his death.

And as the old saying goes, people are about to die, their words are good, birds are about to die, and their songs will be sad, no matter how stupid and stubborn people are, before they die, they can also be wise and understanding, and they can see their hearts.

It is the Son of Heaven who is about to return to the West, and the number given to the son who is about to become the co-lord of the world generally carries a lot of expectations and is quite pertinent.

If the dynasty is in full swing and the princes are respectful, it is mostly Xuanwu, Tianhe, Bayang and other majestic words, and if it is the opposite, it is more common to use the peaceful names such as solid industry, Qiping, and Dangjian.

Nowadays, the name of the Son of Heaven of Great Chu is 'weaving and farming', which shows that the emperor's greatest expectation for him is to keep it and accumulate national strength.

In fact, when the country is declining but not defeated, it can be said that it is the simplest to govern a big country by cooking small and fresh food, and to maintain the policy of recuperation.

It's a pity that the weaving and cultivating genius is a young man, and he thinks very highly of himself, and he doesn't know where he gets his self-confidence, and he always feels that he is the reincarnation of Xia Qi and Zhou Wu, and he is dissatisfied with the name of "weaving and farming" left by the emperor.

If it weren't for the difficulty of the ancestral system, I was afraid that it would have already been changed, and naturally it would not rule the world by inaction, and for more than ten years on the throne, he would strive to forge ahead everywhere, but because the Great Chu was approaching his twilight years, the national strength was not enough, and the wisdom and talent of the Son of Heaven and the ministers were insufficient, resulting in the dynasty being even more defeated, without knowing it.

At this time, after eating a few mouthfuls of the horse's fresh liver and drinking a sip of wine dew, the Weaving Cultivator felt a slight chill in his abdomen, and asked as if he remembered something: "Has Qingtangong's Taoist temple been built?" ”

On the top of the magnificent hall, waiting beside the Son of Heaven, a bearded man with white hair, short and fat, wearing green clothes and bast shoes, and kind eyebrows, heard the words, and immediately replied in a soft voice: "It has been built, and on the Qingfeng Mountain outside the capital, 30,000 acres of fertile land have been allocated as Taoist temples to worship." ”

"That's fine," Weaving Geng smiled with a reassuring smile when he heard this: "Last time, I wanted to die of abdominal disease, and I relied on Qingtan Gong to save my life with the power of heaven's destiny, and I am really grateful in my heart."

Moreover, Qingtan Gong is also a loyal and noble person in Qingshi, and he also implicitly agrees with our actions of wanting the people of the world to 'respect the emperor', which should not be taken lightly in public and private. ”

This is really a bright and bright statement, but what the weaving cultivator really thinks at this time is, "Everything else is still a small section, only the previous abdominal disease had no reason, and the cause was not found in the end, if it is committed again, it will inevitably need that Zhang Qingtan to save his life."

It won't be possible to let him wander and run again. ”

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered that he had also ordered to find the grandson of the exiled people for that Zhang Qingtan, so he asked casually.

The old temple man on the side hurriedly replied: "That child has been verified by Dali Temple, and now he has recognized his ancestors and returned to his ancestors."

Speaking of which, Qingtan Gong and Zhang Maosong should be grateful to His Majesty for his holy virtues. ”

Weaving and cultivating the Son of Heaven is born with a great temperament, hearing this, his heart suddenly felt comfortable, but he waved his hand on the surface and said: "Thank me for what I do, it is also a matter of course for the Son of Heaven to be kind to his courtiers and nobles."

Speaking of which, the fate of the Zhang family kid is also twists and turns and bizarrely tight.

Born in two such high-ranking nobles, but because of the war and displacement, but also by the evil monk abducted, if I didn't issue an edict, I'm afraid I will be reduced to a commoner, a lowly household. ”

The old temple people were familiar with the temperament of the Son of Heaven, and when they saw that the more he spoke, the more his eyebrows fluttered, so he smiled and complimented: "This is the grace of heaven, Ze is all beings, and it is not the Holy Son of Heaven." ”

"It's just a trivial matter, talking about He Ze being sentient beings, Ah Da's words are a bit too much." When the weaving cultivator heard this, his mouth was reproachful, but his face was full of joy.

The old temple man's expression was straight, and he said solemnly: "Everything has a cause and effect, from small to big.

Your Majesty, even such a trivial matter as the loss of calves and bereavements in this courtier's family, you have been gracious and properly handled, and the courtiers will naturally be grateful for their lives, and slowly the major events in the world will also improve. ”

"Ah Da has a point." Weaving Geng's heart was even happier when he heard this, and he couldn't help but smile and responded, and then said on a whim: "Actually, it stands to reason that since I found that Zhang family kid from the people, I must see him from the beginning to the end."

Ahda, you will send him a decree to enter the palace. ”

Seeing that the Son of Heaven was randomly killed on a whim, he suddenly summoned a noble son of a family into the palace, which was really nothing, so the old temple man didn't feel abrupt when he heard it, nodded and said: "Being able to meet the saint is also the opportunity of the noble son of the Zhang family, so I will send someone to summon it."

After the ceremony, he was allowed to meet him. ”

After speaking, he beckoned, summoned two young firemen in the palace, gave a few words, and continued to wait for the Son of Heaven to eat.

At the same time, I didn't know that I was going to see Yan Huang Tianzi Zhang Huansheng immediately, and he was also eating lunch in the dining hall of the Zhangfu Courtyard in Xiongjing, and soaked them in salt water one by one, steam them slightly, and there was blood in them, so they put the beef dumplings on the table and swallowed them without chewing.

Since he learned the method on the "Black Nikkei of the Great Calamity" and tempered his body with the power of chaos, his appetite has suddenly increased for some reason, and he can eat half a fat ox every day without being full, if he hadn't pretended to be a noble son of a family, he would have starved all day long.

The four personal maids who were ordering food and pouring wine at the black jade table on both sides of Zhang Huansheng saw him gobbling up like the reincarnation of a hungry ghost, and their faces faintly showed different expressions.

Among them, Chunxi, who spoke to Zhang Huansheng the most, finally couldn't help but whisper: "Gentleman, this meal is all used by you alone, and no one is fighting for it, why eat it so quickly." ”