Ten years later, Yandi is still in good weather. The prince of Yan set up a celestial official, so that the people who cultivate crops in Yandi can understand the climate and understand the climate.

The former delicate child has now grown into a young man, wearing a crown on his head, listening to the report of Luo Shui, a close servant beside him: "The disaster in Zongcheng has been controlled, and the celestial officer has written down the weather in the next few days and posted a notice to it, and the people applauded." ”

"Hmm." Song Naitian nodded: "It's hard work." ”

Agriculture is the foundation of the people, so three years after he succeeded to the throne, he has been gathering people who can observe the sky on the rivers and lakes, predict the weather, and guide the people to farm.

This work used to be done by the stars, who passed away for many years, and his influence has been not small, because the farmers have regarded him as a god. Even when he was sitting on the throne of the Yan King, there were people who used the words of the stars to shake his military heart.

The stars once said that he was the reincarnation of the evil star, and if he was left in one place, that place would surely suffer.

His father came to him and asked, "Tian'er, this was said by the old man of the stars a long time ago, what do you think?" ”

Song Naitian said calmly: "I don't have any opinion, I just understand why he died so early." ”

Song Liangchen: "......"

The priests in this world have their own abilities and principles, and the stars have never said anything wrong in their lives, but they show the stinginess of an elderly man, and use their prestige among the people to exclude him like a child.

Although I don't know why, Song Naitian knows that he is not a bad star, but a rare genius in thirty years. By the age of seventeen, he had already dabbled in many fields, and knew more than his versatile mother.

He will not believe in a person's achievements in celestial phenomena like those foolish people, and follow all his words unconditionally. People must have the ability to judge, and other people's words can be used as a reference, but they cannot be turned into facts to attack others.

After handling official business, Song Naitian went to the yard to play the piano.

On his fifteenth birthday, he fell in love with his mother's "Nine Heavens Ring", but the mother refused to give it to him at first, saying that it was a very important relic of the deceased.

However, after he played a tune on this harp, for some reason the concubine cried so much that she took him to a spiritual seat in the ancestral hall and kowtowed, and then gave him the piano.

The spiritual seat is not in the main ancestral hall of the Song family, but the distant relatives ancestral hall next to it, and it is written on it "The spiritual seat of the immortal master Mosang".

The concubine wanted to tell him the story of the man named Mo Sang many times, but he often didn't have the patience to listen to it, and after listening to a few words, he lost his mind and thought about his own affairs.

Rao is like this, all the stories of Mo Sang, he seems to be very clear, he knows his debauchery, he knows his dedication to the country, he knows that he has no talent, and he also knows his melancholy about how difficult it is to find a bosom friend.

It's obviously someone who has nothing to do with him, but he also feels inexplicably close.

Shaking his head, Song Naitian put up the "Nine Heavens Ring" and chose a song "Mountains and Flowing Water", intending to calm down the impetuousness in his heart.

Meijing and Song Liangchen were secretly discussing a big matter.

"I'm about to turn eighteen." Meijing said: "What do you think we should give him a beauty?" ”

Glancing at her, Song Liangchen said: "My father did the same to me back then, to be honest, I wasn't very surprised." ”

On the contrary, it is a bit repulsive.

"But at his age, it's time for his heart to sprout." Meijing said: "He must be embarrassed to tell us." ”

"Come on." Song Liangchen shook his head: "Can't you see what your son's temperament is?" I haven't seen him have a good face for any woman. ”

Meijing was startled, her face was a little ugly, she stared at Song Liangchen and thought for a while, her eyes crossed a series of emotions such as tangled and struggling, and then said hesitantly: "That...... Do you want to send a man to try? ”

Song Liangchen: "......"

Reaching out and touching her forehead, he couldn't cry or laugh: "Are you okay?" ”

"Didn't you say that? Tian'er doesn't have a good face for women. Meijing pouted: "Isn't it just a man to try?" ”

"Don't worry too much, it's still young." Song Liangchen said: "If you have time, you should worry about his safety, there have been many assassins around him over the years." ”

"Aren't they all solved by the guards?" Meijing said: "I haven't seen an assassin who can reach within ten steps of Tian'er." ”

"Then be careful." Song Liangchen shook his head: "There has recently been a throat lock building on the rivers and lakes, and it is said that the killers are very powerful, and they can hide their disguises." ”

"Oh." Meijing nodded: "It just so happens that the mountains and rivers are there, let him find two more people with outstanding martial arts to guard the sky." ”

Song Naitian is actually good at martial arts, and he is not weak, he can have a tie with Shen Shanshui at the age of sixteen, and now he has not seen him show his kung fu for a long time, and everyone has gradually protected him like a child.

In fact, Song Naitian was very disdainful of the guards around him, because every time he sneaked out of the mansion to observe the people's feelings, those guards who secretly protected him couldn't find out, and when they noticed that he was gone, others would have already left the mansion.

It's the same today, after playing the piano, I was in a very good mood, Song Naitian disguised himself and went out of the house alone.

He felt that the prince who would only sit in the palace and rule the fiefdom was stupid, and as the lord of a land, he had to at least understand the place in order to make the right decision. So he will visit a lot of places in his free time, but due to time constraints, the scope of his activities is only in Guancheng. He already knows everything about the street and the shops here.

After taking two more steps and going to the other side of the Luohua River, Song Naitian stopped.

A new three-storey building was built in front of it, decorated with black wood, and hidden in the courtyards. If I'm not mistaken, it took a few months to fix it.

What is it used for?

I couldn't help but walk in from the alley next to it to find the place where the building was. As he approached, he heard the sound of the harp.

There is a side facing a fireworks street at the bottom of the black wood building, and Song Naitian saw that there was a singer playing the piano, and there were many people around, and many men were applauding.

"Miss Qianqian's song is really unprecedented!"

"yes, I've never heard such a nice piano!"

After playing the song, it was all flattering voice, Song Naitian sneered, and was about to leave, when he heard a person next to him muttering: "The beat is not accurate, and I can't hear any emotion, where is it good?" ”

After a slight pause, he glanced sideways at the man who spoke.

A little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, with two buns combed on her head, and a black robe with dark patterns embroidered in the shape of silver chains at the corners of her clothes.

As soon as she said this, the people around her heard it, and several men wearing the same style of clothes as her turned around, glared at her, and said, "If you can't play the piano, don't talk nonsense." ”

The little girl was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting them to hear, and hurriedly smiled and said, "I was wrong, I was wrong, you continue." ”