The winter solstice of the twenty-ninth year of Zhengde.

The gift from heaven will decorate the entire Chang'an City like an ice and snow fairyland.

Chenshi,

Just after dawn.

There were cheers on the streets and alleys of Chang'an City.

Listening carefully to the cheers, there are those who sing praises to the heavens, and even more so those who are grateful to His Majesty today.

Anecdotal.

Men, women and children dressed in thick cotton clothes walked out of their small courtyards.

The children had a snowball fight with their peers.

Parents and elders are holding wooden shovels and brooms and smiling faces to clear the snow in front of their homes.

From time to time, he opened his mouth to reprimand the junior who accidentally threw the snowball on him.

The entire streets and alleys of Chang'an City have become particularly jubilant because of a heavy snowfall.

As for what witch curse, what six princes Xu Yi.

They were all forgotten by the people.

It's really everyone who sweeps the snow in front of the door, and doesn't care about the frost on the tiles of others.

Inside the temple temple.

Xu Yi, who was already reminded of the witch curse and did not sleep well.

I was woken up early by the laughter of the people on an errand in Zongzheng Temple.

casually put on a black cotton robe and walked out of the bedroom.

"Sixth Master, is it too noisy outside the door, I'll go and drive them away."

Zhao Shou, who was about to boil water with an iron kettle, saw Xu Yi walking out of the bedroom, and couldn't help but hurriedly step forward.

"It's okay, there has been no rain in Guanzhong for a long time, and the people have been suffering for a long time, so it's better not to disturb the whole world."

Xu Yi tightened the cotton robe on his body, shook his head and said slowly.

Get out of the room.

The small courtyard has long been covered in snow, like an ice and snow world.

Xu Yi opened his arms.

It's as if you want to embrace every landscape in the courtyard.

Take a deep breath.

The cold breath went straight to the bottom of my lungs.

Xu Yi couldn't help but exclaim.

"Heaven will not kill me."

Lowering his arms and staring at the world-like world of Yinji outside the door, Xu Yi muttered to himself in his heart.

After a heavy snowfall, the witch rumors naturally broke themselves.

But, how can a big husband live under people for a long time?

How can you sit in a well and watch the sky for the rest of your life, and live a dead and silent life in that small courtyard?

Until one day, the heart is wrapped in dead silence again, and it ends up as depressed as the predecessor?

Gaze at the thick layer of snow outside the door.

A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in Xu Yi's eyes.

On closer inspection, there was a hint of ferocity hidden in the essence light.

"A witch plague took away my brother and biological mother."

"Eight years later, there was a great drought in Guanzhong, and Chang Shuirong, the left attendant of the Imperial Historical Observatory, wrote a letter of impeachment to me, wanting to restart the scourge of witchcraft and take away me, the sixth prince of the dynasty."

"If there is no one behind the scenes, how can Chang Shuirong mention the scourge of witchcraft again."

"Even I, a powerless prince who has been under house arrest for eight years, will not let go."

"The person behind this is really ruthless."

"Oh, Mo Fei, is it true that I Xu Yi is the lamb to the slaughter?"

Just when Xu Yi stared at the snow outside the door and was stunned.

Zhao Shou beside him asked softly, "Sixth Master, what do you want to eat in the morning?" ”

"Feel free to do so."

Xu Yi, who came back to his senses, waved his hand slightly.

"Whatever."

Zhao Shou had a confused and tangled expression on his face.

Zhao Shou, who has never been afraid of heaven and earth, is most afraid of the casualness in Xu Yi's mouth.

No requirement has always been the highest requirement.

"It's good to keep it simple, just cook some porridge and make some cakes."

Seeing that Zhao Shou's face was full of embarrassment and tangled expressions, Xu Yi added with a chuckle.

"Okay, then the sixth master, you wait for a while, and your subordinates will do it."

Zhao Shou, who received a clear order, couldn't help but be overjoyed, and ran towards the kitchen in three steps and two steps.

"Do more, and have some for these two."

Seeing that Zhao Shou was about to run into the kitchen, Xu Yi reminded him.

Zhao Shou, who was about to run into the kitchen, couldn't help but pause in place.

Turning his head, he looked at the two statue-like Mingguang armorers at the door unwillingly.

In the end, the helpless nod should be.

Even if he is unwilling, as long as Xu Yi speaks, Zhao Shou will always abide by it unconditionally.

This is his vocation as the son of the Zhao family, and it is also the only reason why he Zhao Shou lives in the world.

In the fifteenth year of Zhengde, Zhao Qing, the head of the Zhao family and the general of the Zhengde Dynasty, was ordered to expedition to Mobei.

In February of the following year, six carriages pulled Zhao Qing's corpse back to the court.

After the six carriages, there were ninety-six children of the Zhao family and three hundred of the most loyal generals.

Among the three hundred generals who were also in tatters with the children of the Zhao family, there was Zhao Shou's father.

Five years later, the witch plague broke out, and the already shattered Zhao family was wiped out overnight.

The young son of the family, Zhao Shou, escaped because of the protection of Empress Zhao.

For Zhao Shou, Xu Yi is not only his master, but also his only relative in this world.

The only brother in his heart who needs his life to protect.

"Thank you for the gift of the Sixth Prince."

At the door, two statue-like Mingguang armor soldiers saluted with their hands in their fists.

Keeping watch all night in the snow, their bodies were already frozen.

And Xu Yi, who was guarded by them as prisoners, didn't care about rewarding them with a bowl of hot porridge.

For them, this is tantamount to sending charcoal in the snow.

Xu Yi nodded slightly, and then walked into the room.

For Xu Yi, this is just a gesture.

His enemy has never been this Mingguang armorer who only has the emperor's order in his eyes.

Rather, the court full of clouds, and the high-ranking Emperor Zhengde.

In the bedroom.

Xu Yi picked up a silver-white hair crown from the wooden table.

Casually coiled up the black hair.

Looking at the handsome and slightly pale face in the mirror.

Xu Yi's hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

A moment later.

Xu Yi, who had finished breakfast, sat on the Taishi chair in the study.

In his hand, there is a thick pile of ledgers.

What is recorded in the ledger is all the expenses and revenues of the famous merchants of the Jin Dynasty during this year.

"Sixth Master, what kind of tea are you drinking today?"

Zhao Shou walked in with a pot of boiling hot water.

"Lushan clouds and mist."

Xu Yi replied intently.

"Okay."

After a while, a cup of steaming tea was placed on Xu Yi's desk.

The scent of tea spreads out in all directions, wafting in every corner of the study.

"Sixth Master, this snow has fallen, when will our family's business start to recover?"

Seeing Xu Yi staring intently at the account book, Zhao Shou couldn't help but ask.

God knows how extraordinary this sixth master of his family is.

In less than a year, he earned money that the people in the city couldn't even think of.

"What is our family's business, that's the second uncle's business."

Xu Yi's gaze shifted from the ledger to Zhao Shou, and he reminded.

Snowflake salt is a government-run business, and it is not impossible for the children of the royal family to do a salt mine business.

However, there is a quota for the salt mine business every year, and the children of the royal family exchange it for a quota by virtue of their own merits.

And the tax is twice as much as the government.

This is a rule that has been set since the founding of Zhou Taizu.

Xu Yiyi, the prince who was under house arrest, where did he get the credit in exchange for the quota.

Therefore, it can only be pretended to be in the hands of King Jin.

"Yes, yes, yes, it is the business of His Royal Highness the King of Jin, and it is the business of His Royal Highness the King of Jin. Look at my memory, I should fight. ”

As he spoke, Zhao Shou reached out and slapped himself in the mouth a few times, but it was just that strong.

"Okay, don't pretend in front of me."

Xu Yi smiled and ignored Zhao Shou.

Concentrate on the ledger.

One day, when the dragon returns to the sea, it will surely stain half the sky with blood.

And these ledgers are the help of Xu Yi when he turns into a dragon in the future.