Above the court, hundreds of officials are looking forward.

"Congratulations to the king, this great victory has made great achievements! The world has returned, and the king is the emperor of the ages! ”

"Congratulations to the king!"

"The First Emperor of the Ages!"

Wen Xiang stood up and arched his hand: "Your Majesty, according to the opinion of the ministers, you should open the altar to worship your ancestors and recite the holy name of the king!" ”

Zhao Zhen raised his hand and said, "Holy name? ”

Zhao Zhen felt a little ridiculous, how could a person like herself be called a holy word.

"The king swept the world and became the unification of the world, such a great cause, he should enter the temple! With the Temple of the Great Ancestor! ”

Zhao Zhen paused slightly, and asked, "Do you Aiqing have any objections?" ”

"The king himself is the Taizu."

"Weichen seconded!"

None of the 100 officials in the hall objected.

Zhao Zhen glanced at Wen Xiang, although this Wen Xiang controlled the court, but he was never ambiguous in some things.

Enter the temple......

Speaking of which, this is long overdue.

It's just that Zhao Zhen hasn't done this all these years, and he has been waiting for today.

"This matter, yes! Do it now! ”

"Long live my king!"

"Long live my king!"

After a long commotion in the court, it slowly quieted down.

But seeing that Wen Xiang stood up, he asked: "Your Majesty, I heard that the army captured King Xiao before, why didn't you see him?" ”

After hearing this, Zhao Zhen said: "Xiao Wang Shanglu committed suicide on the road back to Beijing. ”

"Your Majesty, why hasn't there been a retribution?" Wen Xiang asked.

Zhao Zhen said: "He returned to Beijing on the same road as this king, why should he report it again?" ”

Seeing this, Wen Xiang didn't ask any more questions and retreated to the team.

Zhao Zhen glanced at the hundred officials in the court, and then discussed the matter of the Taimiao.

………

I don't know what mountain, I don't know where the road is.

But he saw a man dressed in a short shirt and straddle a white horse and go south.

He looked around, sometimes reminiscing about how he had walked the road years ago.

The white horse walked slowly, wearing it when it met the mountains, and crossed the water when it met the water.

Trek thousands of miles to the mountain of flowing clouds.

The man got off the white horse and looked up at the steps that had gone up the hill, and there was a lot of moss on the steps, as if no one had cleaned them for a long time.

Then he rode into the workshop on a white horse.

After selling the white horse, he bought a broom, two pots of good wine, a handful of paper money, and a few incense candles.

He returned to the Mountain of Flowing Clouds.

With one step, weeds, moss, dirt, and dust were swept away.

From noon until nightfall, I finally saw the gate of the temple.

Shang Lu stepped forward and glanced at the closed gate.

The door is not rotten and the lock is not rusty.

But at a glance, it feels like no one has been here for a long time, and there is no popularity inside.

He reached out and grabbed the lock, and with a slight tug, the lock fell.

"Squeaky ......"

The door is wide open.

As far as he could see, the courtyard was full of fallen leaves and overgrown with weeds.

He went to the backyard, found the two tombstones, poured down the wine he was carrying, and kowtowed to the two elders.

After a long time of nagging, he returned to the main hall.

Take out incense candles and light them and worship the gods.

Kneel on the ground and kowtow, and recite the Taoist Sutra in your heart.

When he opened his eyes again, the moon hung in the sky, and the Taoist temple seemed to be under the moon.

All I heard was a murmur from the man's mouth.

"In my life, if there are floating clouds, the road number will be floating clouds."

"There is no longer a name for business in the world."

Since then, the Flowing Cloud Temple has become popular, and the weeds around it have never grown, and there is no moss on the stone steps.

After a long time, the people in the Autumn Moon Fang also slowly learned about this Floating Cloud Dao Master.

Some people come to see the incense and ask its name.

The Taoist only replied that the road number was floating clouds, and there was no name or surname.

………

Eighteen years of prosperity, winter solstice.

The heavy snow on the winter solstice fell on the inside and outside of the Taoist temple. The inside and outside of the Taoist temple were covered in silver, and white snowflakes covered the entire ground.

In the open space of the Taoist temple, the branches of the trees are covered with thick edelweiss, as if they have been dyed white. The rustling sound of snowflakes falling on the ground makes one feel a sense of peace and quiet.

"Boom!"

A bell rang, distant and quiet.

Between the shocks of his heart, the Taoist who was meditating and feeling in the Taoist temple opened his eyes.

He looked back, but saw a man and a woman coming from outside the gate, who seemed to be old friends.

Tong Zhizhao looked at the tranquility in this view, and the woman beside him helped him dust off the snow on his clothes.

"I've seen the Taoist."

Tong Zhizhao stepped forward, but when he saw this person's face clearly, he was stunned.

"Dao Chief, where have we met?"

The Floating Cloud Dao Chief paused, then laughed.

Tao'er looked at this person, she had been thinking about who would return, but now when she saw it, she understood it completely.

Snowflakes fell on the ends of her hair.

Tao'er couldn't help but say: "Mr. turned out to be ...... long ago"

The changes in this world were all expected by Mr.

Momoie couldn't help but sigh, and she felt more and more that she couldn't find her husband.

………

Nineteen years of prosperity, spring.

Open the altar to worship the ancestors, hundreds of officials sandwich the road, and drive out of the palace in the temple.

The incense rose in the ding, and the green smoke went straight to the nine heavens.

The edict has been issued, and as the official in charge of ceremonies reads the edict, bursts of music theory are remembered from that surround, and the sound of drums shakes, showing the majesty of the country.

Zhao Zhen held three incense candles and walked into the temple.

After three kowtows, he read the words lightly in his mouth: "The world is one, I, that is, Taizu!" Also be the Taizu! ”

In an instant, the heavens and the earth seemed to change.

The hundred officials looked over, but saw that behind the Taimiao, there seemed to be purple qi coming from the east, and auspicious rui descended.

"Xiangrui came to the world, call me Taizu!" The official in charge of etiquette calls all love.

"Meet Taizu!"

Seeing this auspiciousness, all the officials knelt on the ground together, not daring to be disrespectful.

Zhao Zhen breathed a long sigh of relief, sighed at the world, sighed at the mountains and rivers, and sighed at the more than 70 years......

The world is booming! Humanity rejoices!

………

Since the world was unified, the world has been smooth for a long time, everything is peaceful, and there is no war again.

After several years of conquest, if it is peaceful today, Daxiang has also entered the prosperous era, the people live and work in peace and contentment, the wind and rain in the world are smooth, and the national strength is increasing day by day.

Shangjing is becoming more and more prosperous, and there are signs of great prosperity in all parts of the world.

Zhao Zhen never broke his promise, and in the next six months, he began to accept Jing as an official, and several Jing people's faces could already be seen in the court.

But at the summer solstice of this year, Zhao Zhen suddenly felt unwell, and after a night, she fell ill in bed, and it was difficult to get up.

The affairs of the court were also temporarily handed over to the prince to take care of.

Zhao Zhen was lying on the bed, his face was pale at the moment, in fact, he should have died a few months ago, but he had survived until now.

Zhao Zhen, who is seventy-two years old, breathed a sigh of relief and sighed that this life is short, but in this short life, he has really made great achievements.

Just ask the ancient and modern times, there is an emperor like him, who destroys the scene, sweeps away, and Xiao, and unites the world!

He was ambitious, but he really did it.

When future generations saw his tablet, they all had to pay homage to him.

The Xiang Taizu who has been riding on the battlefield all his life.