As soon as King Zhou left, all the civil and military officials retreated, only Haoran and Jiang Shang stood side by side at the bottom of the steps. The cooking smoke and fragrance wafted from the dining hall at the back of the palace, and it was already sunset.
Wucheng Wang Huang Feihu looked at the two with admiration, he beckoned Haoran and Jiang Shang to go over, and said: "Thanks for your hard work, fellow daoists."
Huang Feihu is tall and tall, with a thin face, strong and strange physique, wearing a bronze armor and holding a long halberd in his hand. He is handsome and handsome. King Wucheng and King Zhou had good friends when they were young, and they formed a pair of bamboo horses, and they both came from the same school. They were all unnamed apprentices of the Taishi Wenzhong of the dynasty. Fellow Daoist", but also kind. Haoran clasped his fists together as a salute, only felt a warmth in King Wu Cheng's eyes, not like a martial arts practitioner at all.
King Wu Cheng recommended Ya Bigan to the two, the emperor Wei Ziqi, the admonisher Mei Bo, and led the rest of the people out of the palace. Bian said, "To burn the evildoers on fire today is really satisfying."
The civil servants agreed one after another. Uncle Bigan stroked a few strands of white beard and said, "Your Majesty is obsessed with Daji's beauty and has not been in court for nearly half a month. I just heard rumors that Daji insists on coming to watch the two demons."
Wei Ziqi coughed heavily, but Bigan smiled and said, "It's okay, the two friends are in the game, you should know a thing or two."
Although Jiang Shang was ignorant of worldly affairs, but his thoughts were clever, and he knew it as soon as he pushed it. He guessed immediately: "Could it be that if you burn the pipa essence with fire, the king will come out if you are sure?"
Bigan nodded and said nothing, and said after a while: "It's just that the king seems to be a little less infatuated with Daji. In normal times, it would be a death penalty to violate the king's direct remonstrance."
Civil and military generals don't know, only Jiang Shang and Haoran know in their hearts that Haoran's innate righteousness has suppressed all the world's resources, making it impossible for Su Daji to use his enchanting skills.
Mei Bo spoke bluntly, and interjected: "Burn that goblin, I see Concubine Su has a worried look on her face, it could be that Daji is also a monster..."
Both Huang Feihu and Bigan's expressions changed, they even gesticulated to control the conversation, only to hear the hurried footsteps passing by behind them, two people came, they did not forget to bow and greet when they brushed each other, there was a gleam of light in their small eyes, their noses were like hooks, their eyebrows Like a broom, it is the appearance of a traitorous minister. King Wu Cheng showed contempt in his eyes, and he didn't return the salute. After the two left, they spat, "Jumping clowns."
Haoran's heart moved, and he said casually: "But Fei Zhong and You Hun?"
Bigan was slightly astonished, and asked back: "You also know?"
According to legend, after Bigan's heart was gouged out and died, King Zhou rejected all opinions and appointed Fei Zhong as a scholar-bureaucrat and You Hun as prime minister. In terms of ruining the country, the two treacherous ministers were no less than the fox demon.
Haoran just smiled and said nothing, and arrived at the Meridian Gate in a blink of an eye, and Bigan whispered that it was nothing more than a long-term plan for Daji, so he got into the car. Huang Feihu thinks of Haoran, Jiang Shang and his residence are uncertain, although Haoran has no official position, it seems that his career is not far away, he can't go back to live in the small inn in Chaoge City. Just as he was about to invite the two of them to rest at home for a while, a palace deacon rushed over from the Meridian Gate, let go of his voice and hurriedly shouted, "Wu Chengwang, doctor Jiang Shang, please stay!"
When he got close, the deacon unfolded a phoenix brocade and read: "Your Majesty thought that Jiang Ziya had no mansion yet, so he ordered him to live temporarily in the Tingzhu Pavilion in the palace, and handed him over to someone to take him away. Proclamation: Caomin will come to the central palace to listen to the decree."
Huang Feihu signaled to wait, and explained to the two: "The middle palace is the residence of Empress Jiang. As the mother of a country, Empress Jiang is virtuous and virtuous. She has always been on good terms with my sister. I don't think it will embarrass brother Haoran." The upper pendant jade, which is shaped like a crescent moon, is divided into two halves and put together in one place, which is exactly the image of yin and yang. King Wu Cheng handed half of it to Jiang Shang, kept the half for himself, and said, "I heard that the bamboo pavilion is in the imperial garden, so let Ziya go." Then he embraced Haoran and did not shy away from the deacon. Go up to the five-color divine cow and leave the Meridian Gate.
Haoran followed the deacon and turned eastward and westward, and came to the main palace. The inner palace was brightly lit, and two beautiful young women were leisurely leaning on the roof. One was dressed in golden brocade, and the golden phoenix on the gown was lifelike. She was the mother of the Central Palace. —Jiang Shi, daughter of Jiang Wenchu, Marquis of Dongbo. Empress Jiang has two sons who are over forty years old, but they still have a charming charm, and there is a majesty of motherhood in their eyebrows. Seeing the deacon coming, the two girls stopped talking and laughing, and glanced at Haoran together.
The concubine on the right has a dignified and gentle appearance, layers of pink concubine robes are dragged on the ground, three thousand blue silks are held behind her head, her sword eyebrows are lacquered, and she has the charm of a yellow flying tiger. It must be what King Wu Cheng mentioned earlier No doubt my sister.
"Hao Ran sees the two ladies."
Haoran first made a bow, but after thinking about it, he had already knelt down anyway, so he simply bowed to Empress Jiang and Concubine Huang. This move made Concubine Huang and Empress Jiang laugh. After laughing, Concubine Huang raised her eyebrows and said sarcastically, "Don't you just kneel down to the world, not to the king?"
Haoran was annoyed when he heard this, but according to historical records, soon Empress Jiang will be blamed by Daji, gouging out one eye and burning her hands. Concubine Huang fell to her death together with her eldest sister-in-law, Jiashi. She was already dying in front of her, so there was no need to worry too much about the two wives. Immediately hold back and don't answer.
"The Taoist priest is a person from outside, so there is no need to make such a big gift to us mortals." Jiang ordered, looking at the deacon.
The deacon understood, and replied: "King Wucheng and the next doctor, Daoist Haoran, and uncle Bigan are together."
Mrs. Jiang nodded and waved the deacon back, and ordered to give the seat, saying: "I would like to ask the Taoist priest to explain in detail about the demon removal in front of the Shouxian Palace at noon."
Haoran really doesn't know how to deal with the women in the deep palace, he just wants to get out as soon as possible, and briefly explain the matter of burning the pipa essence, only omitting the matter of confronting King Zhou head-on. Concubine Huang knew that Haoran was regarded as one of her own by her elder brother, so she should not make things too difficult, when she was about to speak out to find a job for Haoran, Jiang asked again. "I heard that the chief criminal, Yan Zhi, remonstrated, what is the remonstrance, I will listen to it."
Haoran saw that he couldn't hide it, so he said it word by word. When he heard that the king was a servant of the people, Jiang Empress and Huang Concubine all changed their faces.
"You..." Empress Jiang really didn't know how to evaluate this direct remonstrance, and her mind went blank for a while.
Hao Ran laughed back and said, "Why? Your Majesty's eloquence is fine, but I lost in the end." After speaking, he sighed again, "It's a pity."
The queen and Concubine Huang didn't know what Haoran was regretting, Concubine Huang was surprised and surprised, and said in a low voice: "Say such disobedient words, and the king is not pushed out of the Meridian Gate to beheaded, what's wrong with this world? "Although the voice was small, Haoran heard it clearly and did not explain.
Empress Jiang regained her composure and said, "Since ancient times, only courtiers have died admonishing, and there has never been a reason to insult the king. Haoran's words cannot be mentioned again from now on. I wanted to give you the position of admonishing officer..."
When Empress Jiang was hesitating, Concubine Huang laughed sharply, "I'm afraid that if you become an admonisher, your life won't last for three days."
"Puchi" Haoran sneered, and couldn't help saying, "This country may be worse than my life..." Before the words were finished, the night sky outside the hall suddenly flashed across the sky, and thunder broke out. mouthed. However, Queen Jiang and Concubine Huang heard the last sentence clearly, cursing Jiangshan Sheji is a capital offense!
No matter how well-trained Empress Jiang was, she was furious, and picked up the rouge box on the table, just wanting to throw it at Haoran. Haoran simply stood up, and only waited for the rouge box to fall on his face before turning around and leaving. He consciously entered the palace for a day, and the palace was full of indescribable oppression and shackles, unlike Jiang Shang in the inn. Practicing medicine with hexagrams is at ease.
Fortunately, Empress Jiang didn't lose her manners after all, and angrily threw the rouge box in front of Haoran, and with a bang, the pink rouge scattered all over the ground.
The thunder gradually faded away, Feng Yan fell slightly, Jiang Hou said coldly: "Since the king is able to tolerate people, and also likes your personality, take the post of Yuqian Simo, then go."
Concubine Huang was so frightened that she was at a loss, Hao Ran only said: "Thank you Queen for your kindness." Without bowing down, she turned and left the central palace.
What is Simo's job? The Son of Heaven usually reads the memorials, which are simple and simple, so someone needs to stand by and grind the ink to serve him. In addition, Simo can't read or make a sound, no different from a lamp holder. More importantly, Simo has always been held by a woman, and it is a great humiliation to let a man of seven feet tall and majestic to serve King Zhou to polish his pen and ink.
Haoran remembered Jiang Shang's deduction technique, if he wanted to find Xuanyuan Sword, he had to live in the palace, hoping to have clues as soon as possible. Daji, Wang Guiren and Hu Ximei came from the Xuanyuan Tomb. Could there be a connection? Xuanyuan Sword, Xuanyuan Tomb, or Daji has already found it and carried it with her? If so, it's tricky. Haoran's thoughts were like numbness, Xuanyuan sword was forged by the ancient goddess Hanba herself, once the golden sword came out, the four sides surrendered. If Daji really got the Xuanyuan Sword, she could only seek help from Sanqing in the fairy world, and she might be able to draw with the fox demon. After thinking about it for a long time, Haoran decided to test Su Daji with words first, and then make further calculations.
How do you know that the next day I changed my robes and took the post of Simo, but I stood in the Shouxian Palace from morning till night, King Zhou never came to court, and never came to the study, let alone King Zhou, even Daji Never seen it. Haoran went to stand guard alone during the day, standing in front of the emperor's golden case was no different from a pile of wood, and at night he returned to Zhuju and Jiang Shang to sigh a few words, both of them took part-time jobs and had no ambitions.
Jiang Shang is not in a hurry, the next doctor has nothing to do, nothing to participate in, facing the lamp shadow at night, what they talk to each other is nothing more than gossip in the palace, and some anecdotes about the fairy world, coming and going, time is fleeting, It has been more than half a month since Haoran and Jiang Shang entered the palace.
This day, Haoran was still standing in front of the golden case, counting his fingers in a daze, when a faint fragrance came from outside the door, he hurriedly restrained himself, knowing that the real master had come. Sure enough, after a while, Ying spoke softly, and the signature laughter that made people get goosebumps all over the ground reappeared, it was nothing more than chasing me, chasing me, chasing me, little boy, don’t run away, I can’t stop you this time A kind of mind-destroying monster sound wave, that sound wave swept in King Zhou and Daji like a gust of wind.
The fox demon covered his mouth with giggles, the emperor opened his eyes and smiled, and when he got to the case, King Zhou said to himself. "I'll draw you a..." Before he finished speaking, he touched the golden case, King Zhou put his arms around Daji, his mind was shocked, his mind was clear, and he looked at Haoran.
Hao Ran put the ink stick aside, pushed out the inkstone, and said, "Please, Your Majesty."
Remembering what happened half a month ago, King Zhou loosened the arms that bound Daji's slender waist, straightened his collar, and sat on the dragon chair with the front of the front, without looking up, he said, "Haoran? You came to the imperial study?"
Haoran smiled and said: "Empress Jiang ordered me to take the post of Si Mo and wait for the king to review the memorial." In the four words of reviewing the memorial, he deliberately emphasized his tone and looked at Daji.
It's really a day and a month, and everything is inappropriate! Daji simply took the pouch of Qingshi yuan, folded it a few times, put it into the sleeve, sat down on King Zhou's lap, put his arm around King Zhou's neck, and said softly, "Your Majesty wants to draw a dragon for your concubine? At the same time, he turned his head slightly, winked at Haoran, moved his fragrant lips slightly, and said silently with his lips, "What do you want?"
Hao Ran didn't answer, the King Zhou in front of him had already dipped a pen on the inkstone, lightly turned it, and the stroke of the pen was twists and turns, and drew a long winding line on the silk brocade, or hooked or skimmed, and drew two slender dragon whiskers and A dragon's head was brushed a few times with a dry brush, and the clouds and mists were lingering, revealing half of the dragon's body that was looming.
Daji repeatedly praised it, and King Zhou laughed and said, "Does the painting look like Gu?"
"Like, very resembling, the art of the king's painting is really..." Before Daji finished holding the dragon's feet, King Zhou interrupted her again, saying, "Lonely painting like?"
Daji's complexion changed, and he reached out to touch King Zhou's collar. King Zhou ignored it, turned his head and asked, "How about Gu's paintings?" There was a faint smile in his eyes. Fang Haoran realized that King Zhou was asking himself a question, so he could only answer, "It's okay."
"Okay?" King Zhou laughed dumbly, and asked again, "What would Qing Haoran want to see in Gu's painting?"
Daji gave a dry cough, and slid one hand down King Zhou's neck. Hao Ran saw that jade hand stroking King Zhou's strong chest, and couldn't help feeling embarrassed. The stacked memorials in front of the court case refer to one finger.
King Zhou was slightly displeased, and he was in a low mood, so he casually rolled up a few rolls of silk and threw it aside. After taking the memorial, he flipped through it lazily, and threw it back again. Said, "My concubine will go back first, and I will take a look at the scriptures alone."
Daji had no choice but to go back at every step. Haoran was amused in his heart, and secretly sighed that the fox demon met him, and it was also a disaster. After driving away Daji, King Zhou didn't say a word, but devoted himself to criticizing, and the king's clothes messed up by Daji didn't know how to tidy up.
The collar was half-turned, but not completely turned, Haoran saw it and felt indescribably awkward, several times he couldn't help but want to straighten the emperor's collar, but he couldn't reach out. Inside the torn collar, Tianzi's bronzed chest muscles and brown breasts can be vaguely seen. This kind of open chest is full of spring, even if Haoran doesn't want to look, there is nowhere to hide.
The dripping sound of the bronze bell kept dripping, and the coronal sand table was tilted to the west. Haoran was extremely bored, so he could only focus on the memorial in the hands of King Zhou. The ancient characters are twisted and twisted, jerky and inexplicable, and even guessing and Mongolian can only recognize a rough idea. Naturally, in the eyes of Lord Si Mo, Mo Bao, the Son of Heaven, is also crooked, and there is no trace to be found. But he made a lot of annotations, ten lines at a glance, and the ink pen was changed to a red pen to circle the circles, probably for some ignorant minister to correct typos. Thinking of this, Hao Ran couldn't help smiling.
"What?" King Zhou stopped writing, and Hao Ran hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull his collar back up. Finally, he heaved a sigh of relief as he finally settled the top priority. King Zhou asked, "Can you read?"
Hao Ran hummed, King Zhou nodded and said, "It is rumored that when Cang Jie created characters in ancient times, there was a thunderstorm in the sky, and all ghosts cried."
Hao Ran asked curiously, "Why?"
King Zhou smiled and did not look back. He clasped his fingers and put them in front of him, parted his thumbs slightly, rubbed his temples, and said, "The gods do not want human beings to be literate. Cangjie violated the rules of heaven. Since then, the ignorant and barbaric people have been enlightened." , There is no end to human struggle.”
Haoran understood, and said, "Information began to spread on the earth. Legends about gods will be recorded in words. The authority of gods will be reduced, and human beings will continue to evolve."
King Zhou had never heard these new words, but after a little thought, he could still guess something, nodded and said, "So, God is not a good thing either."
When Haoran heard this, he immediately closed his eyes, shrank back a little, crossed his hands in front of him, and bent his foot. King Zhou turned his head to look at him in astonishment, and said, "What are you doing?"
After waiting for a long time, the expected thunder did not explode, Hao Ran was surprised, it seems that the emperor does not know how to make thunder. With a little peace of mind, he waved his hand and said, "It's nothing."
King Zhou knew that Haoran was not acting like an ordinary palace man, so he didn't care too much. Most of the half-month-old memorials on the gold case had disappeared, so he fell on the table and said, "Press Gu Gu on his shoulders."
Haoran's fingers were full of genuine energy, and when he touched King Zhou's shoulder through a layer of black royal robe, the other party felt something and sighed: "The upright energy of the immortal family is smooth for a cultivator. He stays alone in the palace every day. Thinking about riding and shooting is getting old."
Hao Ran replied: "I have never practiced the Immortal Cultivation Technique, and I was born with true energy, and I don't know how to use it. Your Majesty has studied hard since childhood, and the innate talent is combined with the acquired diligence. How can I compare?"
King Zhou listened to such words of praise a lot, but Haoran's words really came from his heart. For some reason, there seemed to be a thread between the two of them. When they pulled each other lightly, the emperor was touched. King Zhou knew exactly what he thought. There was a bit of joy and warmth in the words, and said: "You know a lot about Gu."
Before Haoran could answer, Yin Zhou turned his face slightly and said, "Gu spends too much time doing things he doesn't want to do, marrying people he doesn't want to marry, and becoming emperor is not so easy..."
Everything is silent, and the sound of drums is heard from outside the window. Haoran gently massages the back of King Zhou's head with his fingertips. , the limbs and muscles were indescribably comfortable, he narrowed his eyes, and within a moment, he fell asleep.
The sleeping face of King Zhou did not resemble the appearance of a generation of foolish kings described in history books. He had changed into a childish person. His thick eyebrows, which had been slightly locked all day long, were now stretched out, and the corners of his lips were slightly turned up, like a child falling into a dream under the care of his parents. children.
However, this country and society will eventually be overthrown, the handsome emperor will commit suicide, and the Lutai mansion will be burnt down. Thinking about the ending of the Battle of Conferred Gods a few years later, Haoran felt a pang of sadness stuck in his heart. Perhaps this was the helpless feeling of being in the middle of history, seeing everything unchangeable and rushing towards the end of collapse, so he sighed With a deep breath, he picked up the white cloth that King Zhou had crumpled into a ball, stuffed it into his sleeve, and left the Shouxian Palace.