In the second year of Zhenyuan of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the thirteenth day of the first lunar month was sunny and suitable for travel.
The king of Western Qin County is ill and has not recovered.
The news spread throughout the city, but it was limited to the whole city and did not affect the army, the three states, eighteen prefectures, and the Western Regions.
As the dividends of the county prince's good governance gradually emerged, the people in the city no longer needed to organize themselves, and spontaneously took turns going to pray around the county prince's palace.
In the dormitory, the fragrance of medicine was still fragrant and the smoke was lingering. The prince still looked like he was dying, even a little worse, but he spent more time awake and less time fainting.
There are hundreds of bamboo slips and nearly a hundred memorials placed on the desk next to the bed.
Paper books are generally modern manuscripts or handwritings of contemporary literati. Bamboo slips are basically ancient relics. The handwriting is carved on bamboo slices for easy long-term storage and transportation.
But the bamboo slips in front of me are ancient and modern, and the content is complex but not messy. They are about the mountains and rivers geography of the Western Regions and the major sects, and they are introduced one by one in detail.
The memorial has been dictated by Xin Zhuo, ghostwritten and annotated by Jiang Nuying, and the bamboo slips have been turned over many times by the prince.
At this moment, Xiong Zhang, Sai Qingzhu and Cui Ying'er were waiting aside, watching the audience silently.
"The Great Law of the Western Qin Dynasty is a law compiled and inspected by our Confucian officials according to the ancient Confucian dynasty classics, and then revised to suit the land of the Western Qin Dynasty. It has a total of ninety-three articles and one hundred and eighty-one sections, covering people's livelihood, the army, business, Criminal law, military law, taxation, water conservancy, farmland, corvee, etc.”
Taixun Gong wore a moon-white robe, stroking his beard, and looked at Xin Zhuo on the bed with some worry, "Once this law is promulgated, the land of Western Qin will be completely transformed within three years, but the body of the prince..."
"It doesn't matter!"
He asked Xiong Zhang to read the great laws created by Tai Xun Gong and others. They were nothing more than the personal teacher of the Lord of Heaven and Earth, the loyal Lord, the patriot and the peace of the world. The Ruler is the Queen of Heaven and Earth. The only Lord of Western Qin is Jiang Yuqing. From this point of view Look, it’s not unreasonable for the ancient emperors to like Confucianism.
It's just that it's somewhat sour and inflexible.
"The law needs to be revised. Military law will be managed by the army itself, and an independent department will be established to take charge of criminal law. Finally, it will be unified and unified by the county and prince's government for judgment and annotation."
Xin Zhuo was not too interested in this aspect, so that was enough. He waved his hand and said, "How are the envoys in the Honglu Pavilion these days?"
"Here!"
Duke Taixun nodded first, and then replied: "The envoys in the Honglu Pavilion wander around the long street or sit and fish every day, but they are very concerned about the health of the prince and ask him again and again every day."
Xin Zhuo's eyes flickered, and there was a hint of exhaustion on his face: "Sir, go back and rest. That's all for today."
Duke Taixun stood up and resigned, and Jiang Nuying also carried the memorial and went to the Sixth Department of Fuya to hand over the matter. Soon, only the three girls of Xiongzhang were left in the palace.
Xin Zhuo asked: "What are you doing, madam, these days?"
Cui Ying'er frowned and said, "She is refining the Nine Yang Life-Extending Pill for you. It is said that it can extend your life span."
Xin Zhuo stopped talking and just raised a finger.
Xiong Zhang understood, picked up a bamboo slip, and read softly: "... Lingyun Mountain in the Western Region is ten thousand feet high, hanging in Tai'ang, overlooking the Zhonglin River. It is said in ancient times that there are immortals on the mountain who left behind Taoist traditions, called the Lingxiao War Code. Lingyunzi founded Lingyun Palace nine hundred years ago, carrying the Dragon Cloud Spiritual Spine Veins, and his luck is unparalleled in all directions. It has been passed down for thirty-six generations..."
Thousands of miles across the Western Region, there are seven sects in the Nineteenth Kingdom: Kunlun Palace, Dry Sword Tomb, Traveler Valley, White Crane Hill, Hehuan Valley, Lingyun Palace, and Jinshui Sect. Although they are not as good as the four super sects of Taiping Palace, Shenyin, Tianji, and Honghua. , but it is also an extremely powerful existence.
Especially after seven days of green rain, all the major sects used all their strength to become an Earth Immortal.
Immortals with earth and immortals without earth are two completely different concepts.
In fact, Xin Zhuo had already explored the details of these sects when he first came to the land of Western Qin, before the Xiaofeichuan battle. When Murong Xiu, Huang Dagui, and Bai Jianxi established the Secret Guard Division, they had also been sent there to observe.
I even asked many people, including Zhe Feiyan.
Now I have taken out the classics and pondered it carefully countless times.
If you want to get things done, you must be more stable and make overall planning and analysis more clearly.
After noon, Xiong Zhang read all the classics. This was already the seventh time in the past few days. He didn't stop until his mouth was dry.
Xin Zhuo seemed to be asleep.
"Prince?" Xiong Zhang tried Xin Zhuo's pulse with trembling hands, and then he breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that he was still breathing.
Cui Ying'er and Sai Qingzhu had been waiting dryly for a long time with their lunch, and couldn't help but secretly sigh that the prince didn't want to eat again.
"Prince!"
At this moment, a Confucian disciple hurried over, saluted and reported with excitement: "Yu Siliu and Master Huang have arrived at Huangdu, a hundred miles away. What kind of etiquette should be used by the prince?"
Xin Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes. There was a dazzling light in his eyes, and he was full of energy. It shocked Xiong Zhang and others. How could he look like he was about to die of illness? In high spirits.
Is it time for a sudden comeback?
The three of them looked at each other and saw the deep fear on each other's faces.
Then I heard Xin Zhuo say in a deep voice: "There is no etiquette, let Mr. Yu Siliu take Master Huang, restrain his breath, enter quietly through the west gate, and say disciple Jiang Yuqing, waiting for you!"
The Confucian disciple was stunned for a moment, then bowed and left.
Sai Qingzhu approached, looking excited, and whispered: "Prince, the Earth Immortal is here, can your health be saved?"
Xin Zhuo shook his head. Could the Earth Immortal be more aware of his physical problems than Wang Yuejing? The answer is no!
Although the Earth Immortal is powerful, he is far from Wang Yuejing. At least the Earth Immortal does not have the magical ability to integrate various martial arts and share the abilities of others.
Cui Ying'er also frowned and said: "It is said that the Earth Immortal is a martial arts god with unpredictable magical powers. This kind of person must be a face-saving person, so it is so easy to invite him. Isn't it very rude for us to do this? Isn't it? The old god got angry and stopped coming?"
"If you want to understand a person and take advantage of him, you must first know his temper, habits, and hobbies. Is he just good at fame, fortune, sex, power, or some other hobbies? Prescribing the right medicine is the best medicine."
Xin Zhuo smiled and suddenly took out a booklet from the quilt and opened it. Cui Ying'er quietly looked over and found that there were dense descriptions about Huang Taigai.
The three girls were a little confused. When did the prince prepare it?
What Mr. Yu Siliu left behind was the statistics of the twenty half-step grandmasters and grandmaster officials of the Confucian sect who knew Master Huang a few days ago at Yangxin Pavilion?
Xiong Zhang asked puzzledly: "Then... what is this Mr. Huang good at?"
Xin Zhuo said: "Hypocritical good name, weird and good dancing, awkward dancing!"
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The three girls were even more confused. What kind of hobby is this?
Xin Zhuo waved his hand feebly: "Go and choose the eighteen most ugliest servants in the mansion, those with missing arms and legs. If there are none in the mansion, go to the army and choose them. If there are none in the army, go to the civilians to choose them!"
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"If this kid dares to play tricks with me and greet me in vain, I will turn around and leave!"
Eighty miles west of Xingling Mansion, at Huangdukou, an old man in linen shorts, with age spots on his face like an old farmer, said so.
"Master said so!"
The dusty Yu Siliu looked even uglier, his thick lips were turned out and peeled, and there was a trace of worry in his eyes.
She spent a lot of effort to invite this old earth fairy, but the old man's temper was very weird, even weirder than she imagined. The key point was that she didn't know much about the prince's temper. Although the prince was young, he had a lot of trouble with the city government. It seems very deep, even if I have traveled a hundred thousand miles, I have never seen such a young man.
Can these two people get along?
(End of chapter)
