"How many spiritual stones does the Daqian Dynasty need?" Zhao Wujiang asked the Minister of Honglu Temple.
"Your Highness." The minister of Honglu Temple bowed:
"A national treasure-level craftsman needs to pay tens of thousands of top-quality spiritual stones."
A bit expensive, but still reasonable. So what’s the problem? Zhao Wujiang frowned, there must be a deep meaning in this, but he couldn't detect more details at the moment, so he couldn't deduce it.
"Now, more spirit stones are needed..." Some courtiers muttered.
"Send people in advance to find out what happened to these thirteen missing national treasure-level craftsmen." Zhao Wujiang directly issued an order:
"The top priority is to provide disaster relief first. We are already several days late. If we are late, more people will die.
Dear humerus, pay for it!
The Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Industry will first make a preliminary calculation of how much is needed.
Then, according to official position and salary, he took out spiritual stones to provide disaster relief. "
The courtiers looked at each other with grimaces.
"Go back and make preparations. I will see your spirit stones at noon at the latest." Ji Tang slapped the table and settled the matter:
"Inquiries into the affairs of the thirteen master craftsmen and the disaster relief work are carried out simultaneously.
Dismiss the dynasty! "
"Yes, Your Majesty!" All the ministers shouted in unison, and many of them looked bitter. They were used to squandering money on weekdays, and having to take out so many spiritual stones at once made them extremely uncomfortable.
There are so many people in the Thirteen Prefectures that all the court officials and the treasury temporarily took out the spiritual stones and spread them on the heads of every court official, forming a huge mountain.
This is still the beginning. Who knows how much the various sects in the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty will be able to raise after the imperial edict is passed. Maybe they will be asked to spend some more, which will cost them their lives.
Ji Tang left in a hurry, left the meeting hall, and quickly went to the direction of Wuwei Temple.
He wants to find Zhang Xukun, who may know more.
Today's morning meeting put great pressure on him, as if something big was about to happen. In this big event, even a monk like him, whose cultivation had touched the Supreme, would not be spared, let alone other people. .
Zhao Wujiang closed his sleeves with his hands to keep himself warmer. He turned around and left, but was called by Prince Ji Boying.
"Bo Chang." Ji Boying approached with a complicated expression. He patted his good brother on the shoulder and said with emotion:
"Brother Huang is pleased that you have grown up and can come up with these plans."
Zhao Wujiang nodded lightly:
"Anything else?"
"This is something you couldn't have thought of before." Ji Boying smiled gently and said something meaningful:
"It's not that you are not smart enough, but that you will never put your thoughts above the people..."
"Maybe..." Zhao Wujiang took a deep look at Ji Boying:
"It's just that I'm surprised that you actually sided with me on this matter..."
"It seems that you have some prejudice against me, Brother Huang..." Ji Boying held her back with one hand, her waist straight and powerful:
"The Immortal Dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty can sacrifice countless people, but it will never sacrifice the people unless it is absolutely necessary.
The people of Limin are the root of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty, and they are the rules set by the Ji family at the beginning of the dynasty. "
Ji Boying's words were very beautiful, and I don't know if they were sincere or just for show, but Zhao Wujiang couldn't find anything wrong with him, and he didn't plan to stay any longer. He still had things to do.
"Brother, farewell." Zhao Wujiang nodded to Ji Boying, passed him by, and walked out of the palace.
On the steps outside the palace, courtiers were walking slowly.
The white snow was falling, and the cold wind was blowing, causing Zhao Wujiang's long hair to fly like a ghost with teeth and claws.
A breath of cold air penetrated the seam of his lips, rolled down his throat, and fell into his stomach.
He frowned slightly and looked up at the sky.
Boundless.
The wind and snow filled his robe, making a sound.
He just looked at it for a long time and forgot what he was doing.
He seemed to have seen the same vast sky countless years ago.
That time, he failed.
It seemed to him that he had seen the same vast sky nearly two years ago, but instead of snow, it was rain, the torrential rain that covered the world.
That time, he failed too.
And this time...
