The prince of the Zhou Dynasty, a middle-aged man in his late forties, glanced at his favorite son and said softly: "It's just a poem."
Zhao Xiang was a little surprised. Although some prescriptions used songs, it seemed that this was not what his father meant.
He wanted to ask again, but his father had already closed his eyes to rest, and obviously didn't want to say any more.
He was just holding the prescription tightly in his hand, and the veins on his hand could be seen clearly. It was obvious that his father was very concerned about the prescription.
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The imperial city is also called Daming Palace. This is the new name given by the empress after she changed the Yuan Dynasty. It means that all the mountains and rivers illuminated by the sun and the moon are under her rule.
Of course, a woman's ability to become an emperor depends not only on her power and tactics, but also her mind is much broader than that of previous emperors, but being broad does not mean being tolerant.
She can be as cruel as winter to her enemies, and as warm as spring to those who support her.
The empress is currently in the Shuiliang Hall within the Daming Palace, which is the most suitable place for enjoying the scenery. Looking from here, you can see ten miles of lotus flowers, with a faint fragrance that lingers endlessly.
She is already sixty, but she still looks like someone in her thirties, much younger than Prince Zhao Xun.
No one believed that she had given birth to five sons and two daughters.
The gentle breeze blows slowly, and the moonlight over the lotus pond can be felt and seen on the balcony.
As an emperor, she has thousands of mountains and rivers, but what she can really see is not enough.
So she needs other eyes and ears all over the world to take a good look at this thousands of miles of territory for her.
She stood with her hands behind her hands and raised her head slightly. The cold moon in the sky also shone into her eyes. An indifferent voice sounded in the tower, "Master Ku Hui, I heard a poem today and found it quite interesting. Can I tell it to you?"
Although she didn't wear a dragon robe tonight and was just wearing regular clothes, the majesty in her words and the unquestioning tone still made it impossible for her to dare to refuse.
The empress has never had many guards around her, but no one has succeeded in assassinating her so far. Most of the people sent to assassinate her dignitaries or rebels have been caught, and their homes and families were confiscated, without any ambiguity.
Ku Hui was ten feet away behind the empress. The monk's robes were billowing due to the wind. The moonlight reflected the wrinkles on his forehead and his white beard. He clasped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, please speak. Is this poor monk attentive?"
"Zhao Xun went out to the city to see a doctor today. When he came back, his complexion improved a lot. He also brought back a prescription for removing the root cause of his disease. I took it and took a look. It was really interesting." The empress chuckled lightly, but there was no smile on her face. Yi, a pair of eyes, like the cold moonlight, covering everything, but without any emotion.
Ku Hui didn't interrupt and waited quietly for the empress to tell her what the prescription was.
"Grow melons under the yellow platform, and when the melons are ripe, the seeds are separated. One pick makes the melons good, and another pick makes the melons thin. Three picks are enough, and all the ones are picked back with vines." The tone is cold, which is mixed with the artistic conception in the poem. One, quite ruthless.
Huangtai is a high platform in the palace. Naturally, no fruits are grown there.
Finally she said: "Do you think this poem is interesting?"
"The young monk dare not speak nonsense." Ku Hui looked sad. This empress was not an ordinary emperor. She could not help but be extremely careful with her words and deeds.
The empress suddenly lowered her head again, her eyes falling on a lotus leaf in front of her, as if focusing on a round drop of water. There was also a moon in it. Her face was not exactly beautiful, but she had the fortitude of a man, and was full of alluring charm. magic.
"Isn't it just asking me not to kill them all? Even if tiger poison doesn't eat its children, does the master also think that I am the kind of person who is rumored to not even spare his own children?"
The breeze blows across the ten-mile lotus pond, and the moon shadow in the water is separated into layers, like a dream.
Ku Hui said: "If your Majesty cares about others' criticism, then you are not Your Majesty."
The empress was not moved by Ku Hui's clever words, and said: "Tomorrow I will announce that King Qi will be deposed as prime minister. Zhao Xun should be able to feel at ease. There is still someone who wrote the prescription for him. I will give him a cure." I’ll have to make a trip to see him in three days.”
A piece of paper fell silently in front of Ku Hui. He stretched out his hand to catch it. It was the poem that the empress had just recited. The last signature touched his Zen mind, which was originally as still as still water, and caused ripples. , like the moonlight on the lotus pond, many past events seem to be in the present, flashing by.
He thought to himself: So you have returned to the human world.
When he recalled this, he suddenly felt the empress' meaningful gaze, and he felt as if all his thoughts were being seen through.
Ku Hui is not afraid. This Your Majesty is also a practitioner. He is unfathomable and is beyond everyone's imagination.
He lowered his head and said, "Young monk, I sincerely obey His Majesty's will."
Each stroke on the piece of paper in his hand is reflected by the moonlight, and the most dazzling one is the word "Shen Lian". It seems that from this name, we can see that somewhere in the corner of the world, there is a delicate figure standing. A frail young man, it seems that nothing can trouble him.
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In the 'living dead' hospital, Ruoxi was on the bed, leaning against the corner, clutching the thin quilt tightly, with fear and fear covering her face.
She wanted to cry loudly, but she knew that she must not be disturbed when practicing Qi. Her brother made this very clear.
She didn't know what skills her brother practiced. Over the past few days, she had established some concepts of practice. Half an hour ago, her brother suddenly felt a strong energy all over her body. Finally, she heard his voice, telling her not to move.
Different from the invisible breath of heaven and earth, this energy has colors and is divided into eight types: red, orange, yellow, white, cyan, indigo, purple, and black.
The light in the dark room is like the portrait of Bodhisattva in the temple, and the precious light appears all over the body.
The eight colors are intertwined and twisted, one ebbing and the other ebbing, not uniform.
Shen Lian's face was very painful and a little twisted, and beads of sweat kept dripping.
At this time, he was floating in mid-air, as if an invisible force rushed out from the earth, holding him up and preventing him from landing.
The last eight kinds of qi energy slowly rotated to form a vortex, and finally penetrated into the ground, and Shen Lian also fell from the mid-air.
The moonlight from outside came in and flowed in the room. Ruoxi whispered: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Shen Lian calmed down for a while before standing up, and finally sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand and saying, "It's okay, you can continue to sleep."
After all, he underestimated Taixu Shence. As he kept trying over the years, Taixu Shence had unknowingly formed mana seeds in his body, which could no longer be driven away.
Combined with his spirit, life and growth.
At present, he can still suppress it, but as this strange magic power is gradually eroded, he will be unable to save it in ten or twenty years.
By this time, Ruoxi's breathing had become even, and she held his hand tightly and refused to let go.
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