Sure enough, it's a good plan for the whole thing. The great merit is to save the driver, this Zhao Xuan has not returned to the palace yet, so he arranged such a scene.

When Zhao Ji came, he let the giant wolf rush out to be a demon beast, and then Zhao Xuan went to save his father.

There was even a reason to injure the dog beast soldier. Because the canine beast dao soldier needs to recuperate from his injuries, he naturally can't save it.

Okay, good calculation! From beginning to end, this peach blossom fairy is paving the way for the appearance of His Royal Highness the prince. Is it just to show the incompetence of the immortals?

Sure enough, there is no glimmer of life left for outsiders!

I've been a soy sauce maker from beginning to end, no, it's worse than a soy sauce one.

Ning Caichen smiled, smiling happily. "Is this good? There will be demon beasts in an immortal's dojo. ”

"Amitabha, there are many demons and monsters in the world, and even in the land of my Buddhism, there are often monsters and beasts. ”

If the demon beast dares to go to the land of your Buddha's gate, he is not afraid of being caught and killed. Your sister, why don't you play this hand with your Buddhas?

No need to ask, it's useless to ask. They must have said it for a long time.

Ning Caichen closed his eyes. Their calculations were not only for Zhao Xuan to return to the palace, but even for Taoism.

A demon beast ran out of the dojo of a Taoist true immortal, or this demon beast that this true immortal had no way to do, which shocked the holy driver. No, I'm afraid it's not just scared, but scared half to death!

This emperor is angry, and the people here are good.

No wonder they worked so hard to promote this peach blossom fairy, and thought they were dizzy, but this is dizzy, it is obviously a bigger calculation.

"I'm just watching, not making a move?" Ning Caichen confirmed again.

The warrior monk said, "You can do it." But this wolf demon will not show mercy. ”

Thin monk: "Round Dao." ”

The warrior monk immediately bowed his head and remained silent.

The thin monk said, "It's better not to make a move, in case you get hurt, it's not good." ”

"Understood. Ning Caichen closed his eyes.

A demon beast, the "immortals" can't deal with it, but the prince can. It's really a great rescue.

They are not prepared to leave a way for the "immortals" to survive at all.

You do the first year of junior high school, and I do the fifteenth.

When they were gone, Ning Caichen opened his eyes.

"Pink clothes, are the suits ready?"

Fan Yi nodded and said, "Goat is fine." ”

"How's the defense?"

"It should be able to block the attack under the fairy. ”

Ning Caichen nodded: "That's enough." It's a pity that there is only one. ”

Fan Yi said: "If I add processing, I should be able to drive out Taurus." ”

"Okay! Fanyi, then you should hurry. I don't have to cook three meals a day. ”

"Yes, Childe. ”

Dog and beast Dao soldier, Ning Caichen had the blessed land of cultivation in his hand, and sent it directly to recover its injuries as soon as possible.

found Lin Chong and Lu Zhishen, and only said that they would give them a great achievement, but did not say anything else.

Not to say it's for their good. I don't know, it's a rescue work. And once it is revealed, they don't know it, and they can't be considered a bully.

Lin Chong and Lu Zhishen directly stayed in Ning Caichen's house, just waiting for Zhao Ji to come and catch the Buddha Gate off guard.

I can't say, this Buddha Gate Garan is going to keep it.

You are ruthless, don't blame me for being ruthless. If I can't beat you, I'll move your minions.

Ning Caichen had the heart to give them a ruthless one, but he didn't expect Song Zhengzong to come.

It's better if he doesn't come. Ning Caichen tried his best to suppress his worries about this matter and concentrate on studying to prepare for the Autumn Season.

However, apparently, how could Daxiangguo Temple, which had been planned for so long, let go?

Zhao Ji only stayed in the palace for a few days, and then left the palace again. He is not a person who likes deep palaces.

It's just that Jia Yi's matter made him have no face for a while.

He didn't have the face to come out, but he was busy with Ning Caichen. You said that you, an emperor, don't go to Master Li's incense quilt in the middle of the night, and come to the wind in this barren mountain and wilderness, aren't you sick?...,

Ning Caichen, who accompanied Zhao Ji to blow the wind together, only hoped that Daxiangguo Temple would not do it now.

"Immortal, someone told me that I am the Immortal Emperor, what do the immortals think?" he suddenly spoke.

Ning Caichen didn't care whose bad idea it was, so he asked, "Who is it? Who told Your Majesty?"

"Yes, sir, I have found Mr. Han Yan!" he was excited.

Han Yan appeared?

Changsheng, your sister, you have that ability, why don't you teach it?

Whether this person is the arithmetic back then or not, we have to say twice.

Because if he was, he wouldn't have come back. At that time, Han Yan's comments were divided into two parts. The first half is a comment on "the destiny of the Son of Heaven", but the second half is also very important, because he says "willing to love oneself".

Why should a person with a destiny to love himself?

Now, such a person has appeared again, and instead he is talking nonsense about immortality or something. Ning Caichen didn't know what he or what they wanted to do, but he decided not to dance with them, and it was still necessary to take some eye medicine.

"Your Majesty, I heard that there is such an emperor, he is not a good man, and it is said that he has no connection with the throne. Even he himself didn't believe that he could become the emperor. At this time, a scholar said to him that he had the destiny of the Son of Heaven. And he really became the Son of Heaven. ”

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "The immortal is telling the story of me?"

Ning Caichen shook his head and said, "I don't know. Even today's words, if they come out of the mouth of the lower and into the ears of His Majesty, they will never appear again. If you ask again, I don't know. ”

"Well, you say. "Zhao Ji came with a surname.

Ning Caichen looked at the heavens, surrounded by Haoran righteousness, and added the illusion, the last layer was the divinity of Hou Tu Niangniang, he said: "When I was not the emperor, I looked up to the majesty of the Son of Heaven very much, and when I became the emperor, I was extremely heavy, and I was really a little cold in a high place." Zhao Ji's heart is full of flowers, especially the kind of artist's factor swimming in the veins, always urging him to alienate the eight treasures on the imperial case. ”

After thinking about it, Ning Caichen didn't say anything about his pleasure, but quickly jumped to his tragedy. "But the emperor is the emperor, and the northern nomads have invaded. ”

"Immortal, how is he? But he defeated the barbarians?"

Ning Caichen glanced at him and said, "It's a pity that he was defeated and captured." ”

"How could it be?" Zhao Ji didn't dare to imagine a defeated emperor.

"At that time, the emperor wore a commoner's headband, a coarse cloth shirt, and a blackened sheepskin jacket, and behind him was the equally dressed crown prince, his heir to the throne. Behind the father and son, a captured soldier held a large white flag in both hands, on which were written four big black letters: "Capture the Second Emperor". Zhao Ji is behind two old and young queens, and they also have big white flags behind them, "the second queen of capture". There are also some white flags at the back, which respectively write "captive slave mother and wife", "captive kings and horses", and "capture the dependents of the two palaces". The men and women of the court below the prince were all trembling together, wrapping their sheepskin jackets around their waists, their hair was blown into dandelions by the wind, their upper bodies were stripped naked, and the bare ** was red and green for the gnats. ”

Zhao Ji can imagine their tragic situation, because the year he was born was the year of the fall of the Southern Tang Dynasty, but now he has a sense of being there. Exhaled with difficulty, he asked, "What are they going to do?"

"It's very simple, barbarians will also worship their ancestors. When he arrived at the place, a Chinese shout sounded behind the emperor: "Kneel!"

Behind him, there was a sound of squirming in the whole dress. The emperor knew that it was the princes, concubines, princesses, and ministers. Only the emperor and the two empresses did not have to kneel.

The Barbarian Emperor slowly stood up. He was about the same height as the Emperor, but thicker than the Emperor. He had a long beard with sideburns, a cloudy smell of wine from his mouth, and his eyes were dark and large, and his thick eyebrows were shining like comets. ...,

The emperor handed the wool rope in his hand to the barbarian emperor.

The barbarian emperor snorted with his nose. Whoosh pulled out a dagger from his waist, rubbed it on his leg, a tiger crouched, grabbed the sheep's horn with his left hand, turned his wrist, kicked his legs, "plopped", and the sheep in front of the emperor fell to the ground. ”

"No, no, no! Immortals, don't say any more. Zhao Ji's lips turned white, as if he was frightened.

Zhao Ji doesn't like blood, not at all.

In Tokyo, Zhao Ji also wants to worship the Taimiao. That kind of sacrifice is much more pompous. The Ministry of Rites had to be prepared for many days, and the ministers and the court had to go out, drums and music sounded in unison, praying for heaven and earth, flags covering the sky, and cigarettes covering the sky. In Tokyo, the emperor did not slaughter the sacrifices himself at all, and all the offerings were arranged by the Ministry of Rites. It is also necessary for the painters of the academy to hang the portraits of their ancestors properly, dust off the floating ashes, and let the portraits in the paintings return to the palace like regeneration.

Yes, this is the sacrifice he likes, there is no blood, there is only beauty. The picturesque scroll, just like the "Qingming Riverside Picture", the Tokyo Bianliang in the painting is really leisurely fascinating. Looking at the mountains, rivers, bridges, roads, and palaces, I feel very cordial, and people can't help but have such thoughts: bundle a scribe's handkerchief, put on a collared white shirt, jump into the picture, and go to the neighborhood market to pass the garden and the palace to go to the elegant and elegant.

There was no killing, no blood, not a hint of disharmony. That's Zhao Ji's favorite Bianjing.

But the words of the immortals obviously do not lie.

Is this talking about himself? Is this fate? Zhao Ji looked down at his hands.

Zhao Ji's hands are very white and tender, like the hands painted by ladies. His hands were not stained with a drop of blood, only black ink and cinnabar. In the painting academy, these hands have produced the "thin gold book" with a slender structure and a thin and upright brushwork, and the figure paintings of mountains and stones, flowers and birds with wonderful products, and the ink flowers and ink stones that have entered the gods. If it weren't for the "Destiny of the Son of Heaven" mentioned by Han Yan, he might have come up with more gorgeous and exquisite pictures than "Peach Dove" and "Listening to the Qin".

In a trance, he seemed to see another pair of hands, Li ...... Is it really fateful?

"Immortal, is it really fate?" Zhao Ji wondered, did the curse that accompanied him grow up from childhood to adulthood really exist?

Could that Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty be himself?

Ning Caichen opened his mouth and couldn't speak, he couldn't bear it at this moment.

Although I read history in my last life and read Zhao Ji, I never thought that there was anything wrong with him dying in the country. But at this moment, such a person is standing in front of him.

Although he told him the tragedy of life in the form of a story, he realized it, and he knew that he was talking about him.

Looking at such a lonely and helpless emperor, Ning Caichen suddenly had an impulse to tell him that he must reform the military system and must let Huaxia prosper. And he also intends to be his minister of Zhongxing.

Zhao Ji's death lingered in Ning Caichen's mind, but he couldn't say it.

History: Song Huizong Zhao Ji was the emperor of the Song Dynasty for twenty-five years, the emperor of the Song Dynasty for one year and two months, a year and a half of Jin Guoshu, and six years and eight months of Jin Guodu.

In the fifth year of Song Gaozong's Shaoxing, that is, the thirteenth year of Jin Taizong's Tianhui, in May, Zhao Ji took his last breath in the tent of the Five Kingdoms City of Jin Shangjing.

At that time, many of his eldest son Zhao Huan's concubines, clans and ministers were around. In May in Mobei, green shoots have just grown, the ice in the Songhua River is still crunching on the shore, and groups of southern geese are flying in the sky with a clear roar, stirring in the hearts of these people who used to be clothed and fed. Zhao Ji is fifty-three years old. The face is covered with brown age spots. A white hair like a tree hanging in December, white and dazzling. He snuggled up on a pile of sheep's furs, like a dried root.

Zhao Huan, Emperor Jingkang of the Great Song Dynasty who succeeded to the Great Unification in 1125, and the Marquis of 1128 who was humiliated by Jin Taizong Wanyan Sheng as the Marquis of Chongdu, knelt beside the Duke of Dude and Emperor Taishang, with tears in his eyes, looking at the lonely soul of Zhao Ji swaying in the spring breeze. ...,

Ning Caichen's gaze moistened. He is now a native of the Song Dynasty, and Zhao Ji is his king.

He once said that he loved his homeland and at the same time loved the dynasty. "Your Majesty......"

Ning Caichen just wanted to say something, but Zhao Ji was so surprised that he pointed to a giant wolf and said in disbelief: "Then, what is that?"

Did it come?

Ning Caichen collected Haoran righteousness, illusion path, and divine power, stood up, and said loudly: "Evil obstacles, you are finally here!"

The warrior monk who drove the giant wolf was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: How is it different from the appointment?

The thin monk said: "Amitabha, it seems that Lord Ning still can't understand it, and he intends to meddle in this rescue work." ”

"What?

Ning Caichen didn't dare to do anything. You have all gone so far, he not only dares now, but also has the idea of letting Daxiangguo Temple lose his wife and break his army.

This is the first time that Ning Caichen has taken the initiative to meddle in history.

To be honest, how to change history, he, a bachelor of law who even worked as a small lawyer in his previous life, really didn't understand. But the good thing is that he has a lot of experience from his predecessors.

And now he wants to learn from this saving skill.

There is no greater merit than saving the driver. Similarly, if you want to influence an emperor, you naturally have to start from saving the driver.

Daxiangguo Temple wants to give Zhao Xuan this rescue work, that is the practice of Daxiangguo Temple, not his. If they can, then he can grab it too.

When the warrior monk knew that Ning Caichen was going to rob the future prince of his monstrous feats, he couldn't help but be angry, moved the anger of King Kong, and shouted: "Bold! You are looking for death!"

"Looking for death?" Ning Caichen said disdainfully, "Then you have to be able to kill me, besides." ”——

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