The capital of Yunzhou, Jiuquan City.
It was late at night, and the wind blew away, sweeping away the hustle and bustle of the day, leaving only the deserted streets.
In the 'ancient times' when there was no rich nightlife, people went to bed very early. By this time, it was already late at night, and the entire city had long been plunged into darkness.
But in the center of the city, in the largest mansion, there was a study room with lights on.
A man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe with a majestic expression was reviewing the memorial. He had been sitting here for a long, long time, and his face could not hide the fatigue and fatigue.
On the side, an old eunuch dressed as a eunuch looked at the sky and couldn't help but said softly: "Master, it's almost past midnight, shall I serve you to bed first?"
The majestic man raised his head when he heard this. Perhaps his body was stiff because he hadn't moved for a long time. With this movement, he couldn't help but show pain on his face.
The old eunuch hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but he waved his hand to stop him. He moved his body slightly. When he could move freely, he looked at the memorial on the bookcase.
There, half of the memorials had been corrected, but the other half remained untouched.
After only a moment of hesitation, he said: "These memorials cannot be delayed. They still have to be approved today."
"But Master, you have been busy for two full hours. If you finish all the approvals, you will not have to sleep again that night."
"That can only mean that I am slow and not focused enough."
Seeing that the old eunuch was about to speak again, he hurriedly said: "Okay, don't say anything. I haven't finished what I should do, so I deserve my hard work."
The old eunuch had a distressed look on his face, but looking at his master, he knew that talking more would be useless, so he could only say, "Master, can I get you some food?"
"Okay, just find some snacks and soup. It shouldn't be too complicated, and there's no need to wake up the chef to make it fresh."
"Yes, that slave is gone!"
The old eunuch left quietly, leaving the man alone in the room. The candlelight flickered and danced, making crackling sounds from time to time. But when he picked up a memorial again, his eyes were a little distracted, as if he couldn't read it. .
There was no one in the room, and he had taken off his disguise. His majestic face was replaced by fatigue. Looking at the memorials on the table, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and his eyes were filled with despair.
"When times come, heaven and earth all work together to transport heroes without freedom."
"The general trend is like this. I don't have the power to penetrate the sky and the earth, nor can I turn my hands to rain. Even if I try my best, it's just a futile effort? What a futile effort?"
For a moment, the fourth prince Zhao Yin felt that his future was bleak and he didn't know where to go.
However, his confusion did not last long. After just a few dozen breaths, he regained his composure, cheered up, and continued to read.
After a while, the old eunuch came back with a snack and soup. The man also took the snack and soup and continued to correct the memorial.
All the decline and confusion disappeared from his eyes, becoming majestic and focused again.
Of course, in the corner that they didn't notice, Mo Chengjun had been standing there for a long time.
He didn't say a word, just watched. Seeing that the other party was about to continue working, he couldn't help but nodded.
For this person, he has never met a real person, but he has heard a lot about him. Some people say that he loves the people like a son, and some say that he is cruel and murderous. There are many versions and stories. It has already been An image formed in his mind.
But now, this image has become one with the person in front of him, overlapping together. It is not just an imaginary guess made by the index finger, but he has actually seen such a person.
This man is tall and muscular, with muscles that can even be described as "a tiger's back and a bear's waist".
His gaze is even more profound and sharp, as sharp as a knife. When you look at him, you will feel a chill in your heart. He has a kingly demeanor and is not angry but is proud of himself.
However, excluding these seemingly 'beautiful' qualities, if you take a closer look at this person, you will see that his temples are already gray, with silver threads emerging from his hair, his skin is slightly saggy and dull, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes are very serious.
Although sixty years old is already an old man in a farm family, this is a prince. The Zhao royal family has no shortage of secret methods and spiritual objects to prolong life. Maintaining a young body is fundamental.
Not to mention, he is also a golden elixir monk.
The sixty-year-old Jindan monk is not considered a genius, but he can be regarded as a middle-class talent.
But the person in front of me actually looks like an old man.
With this "premature aging" appearance, it is not difficult to see that this person's life is really difficult.
Well, using the word 'difficult' is an understatement. As far as Mo Chengjun knew, it can definitely be described as 'up and down' and 'miserable'.
To be honest, although the eight great immortal sects in the world have their own ideas, their interests are definitely the same on the whole. They will participate in this "Human Emperor" battle, but they will never let the entire dynasty fall apart.
After all, in addition to the human race, there are also demons and monsters in this world who are watching.
Therefore, the default rule of the game is that whichever prince can conquer the divine capital will naturally ascend to the throne and become the new Human Emperor.
As for Zhao Yin, at a certain period of time, he was only one step away from the position of 'Human Emperor', almost within reach.
But everything is like a 'dream in vain', it is hard to come by, but lost even faster.
Time moved forward, after the Yunyuan Sword Master Wu Yiping led the disciples of the Galaxy Sword Sect to leave, the Zhengyang Immortal of the Jianfu Sect took over the position and took action in another battle, beating Shenxiao. Daozong and the lonely queen were caught off guard.
But the problem is that the Sword Fu Sect is not the Galaxy Sword Sect after all. It does not have such a strong foundation and lacks the courage to give it a try.
They had just taken over Yunzhou, and what they wanted was not to expand the territory or support the Emperor, but to stabilize, and stability was paramount.
After that battle, the Shenxiao Taoist Sect suffered a big loss, but they didn't even send any immortals to come here to argue. They used more insidious tactics, only poking at the weak spots and targeting the Yunzhou mainland.
Why do you think Immortal Zhengyang went to Xijing, sneaked back secretly, and led his disciples to level a ghost cave?
Why do you think he failed to stick to it after he did it?
He didn't know the reason for giving up halfway. Why was it that only one ghost cave was leveled and there was no movement behind it?
He couldn't show off the faith and courage of the Galaxy Sword Sect, so he could only be restrained everywhere.
And just after he left, another army gathered under Xijing.
This time, it was not just the army from Zhongzhou, but also the armies from Liangzhou and Ningzhou.
This time, not only did experts from the Shenxiao Taoist Sect take action, but even the Great Buddha Temple and the Taishang Taoist Sect also participated.
Therefore, this time, Xijing could not be defended, and the fourth prince Zhao Yin was defeated and fled back to Yunzhou.
To this day, he is still the Lord of Yunzhou and controls the military and political power of Yunzhou, but everyone knows that he is just the evening sun - the setting sun is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk.
All he is doing now is to take care of Yunzhou for the next Emperor. When everything is settled, he will have to hand over his rights.
What?
What do you think if he doesn't want to go back?
It doesn't matter if he doesn't want to, as long as the Jian Fu Sect is willing, that's why his ending is destined to be a tragedy. The problem is that if ordinary people faced such a situation, they would have given up on themselves long ago.
Some are drunk and dreaming, some are lingering in the flowers, some are dissolute, some are just indifferent...
It is always like this for people who lose hope.
But he didn't!
He still dealt with complicated government affairs, still worked hard to correct every memorial, still purged officials, improved laws, renovated water conservancy roads, and reclaimed farmland.
I still want to find a way for every citizen to survive, so that even beggars can have something to eat.
These days, Mo Chengjun walked through the cities seemingly casually, doing nothing.
But he saw everything he wanted to see, and those he wanted to investigate also made statistics and summaries in every conversation, communication, and exchange.
For example, those villages that have no one to clean up and the bodies that have no one to bury are beyond the reach of the government or the army.
That's the Jianfu Sect's fault!
They have earned the name of the Eight Great Immortal Sects in the World, but they cannot afford the words "Yongzhen Yunzhou".
If those rumors had the power of the Blue Star Network in their previous life, they would probably be scolded to death by those casual cultivators.
On the contrary, although the Ghost Spirit Sect is challenging the authority of the Sword Fu Sect, it has the support of casual cultivators. Their reputation is much stronger than that of the Sword Fu Sect.
Don't think it's nothing. If a city is like this, every city is like this, which represents the people's hearts and the surging public opinion.
As for those cities, those places where the fourth prince Zhao Yin's power could reach, he saw that the elderly were provided for, the children were educated, the labor was paid, and the diseases were treated.
He saw in the fields all over the mountains and plains, clusters of seedlings stretching in the wind, swaying in the wind in his field of vision.
He also saw the developed irrigation system, the straight roads, the bustling streets and the endless flow of people. There were not even many beggars on the streets.
He also saw county officials who enforced the law impartially. He did not say that there was no corruption, but at least he was willing to give people fairness.
Although the ghost problem has not yet been solved, at least the people in this city deserve to live and work in peace and contentment.
Don't take this for granted. In an era like this, it's not easy to do this.
It wasn't until he saw this clearly that Mo Chengjun recognized the choice of the Galaxy Sword Sect and the fourth prince Zhao Yin in front of him.
Now that he had made a decision, Mo Chengjun no longer hesitated. He took out a fairy bone and thought slightly in his heart, and a faint mana spread around.
As a result, for some reason, a faint mist spread throughout the mansion.
This mist seemed to exist and not exist, seemed to be illusory and illusory. Wherever it passed, everything seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze, but nothing changed.
No matter whether it was the patrolling soldiers or the guards on guard; whether it was the casual cultivators who worshiped or the experts sent by Jianfu Sect to protect them; not even the old eunuchs standing by and the dead soldiers hiding on the beams, they didn't feel anything. There's something wrong, it seems like everything is the same as before.
——The art of great supernatural power, "Huang Liang Yi Meng"!
Again, who said this magical power cannot be used by others?
In the entire mansion, only the fourth prince Zhao Yin noticed something was wrong.
Quiet, so quiet, so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat. He couldn't help but look up and saw that there was another person in front of the desk.
A man shrouded in mist, unable to see his face clearly.
There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and he almost instinctively touched the mechanism and magic circle at his feet. Neither of them were very complicated things, but they would emit a piercing scream that could alarm everyone.
However, he touched the switch, but no sound came from it. It was still silent and chilling.
He couldn't help but turn his head and look at the old eunuch standing aside. The old eunuch still maintained a respectful posture, but in his slightly cloudy eyes was the reflection of him correcting the memorial.
This weird scene made his hair stand on end, but he still tried to stay calm and said, "Can I say a few words?"
"You said?" A clear voice came from the mist:
"I want to know who sent you to kill me? The Zhao royal family? Shenxiao Sect? Jianfu Sect? Or someone else?"
"neither!"
"Is it the Butian disciple?"
"Stop testing me, I don't want to kill you!"
"Then you are this time?"
"Let's take a look at you and see if you are worthy of the position of Human Emperor."
"The position of human emperor?"
The fourth prince, Zhao Yin, couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's just a lost dog. It's hard to tell when he will lose his head. As for the position of human emperor, he has long since dared not think about it."
The clear voice was still steady: "In the past, maybe you couldn't. But now, you can!"
"Why?"
"Because you have done quite well and have been recognized by me, I decided to give you a big opportunity."
"A great opportunity? A great opportunity for me to ascend to the throne of Human Emperor?"
The fourth prince resisted the urge to laugh and said: "Then I dare to ask, which force are you from? How can you teach me?"
Why say 'again'?
Since many people have said this, we can trace it back to the Zhengyang Immortal at the earliest, and many more followed him.
Among them, some want to become official, some are secret disciples of unknown sects, some even come from other continents, and some are simply 'odd things to live in'.
As for the final effect, he knew it now, and after hearing it more, he naturally became a little scornful.
However, the person's next words cheered him up, because the person said: "I come from heaven!"
"Heaven? Is it the heaven I know?"
"I believe that there will not be a second heaven in this vast world.
As for how my heavenly court can help you? "
As he said this, the visitor stretched out his hand and saw a jade token stained with purple light flying out and landing in front of the fourth prince, spinning endlessly.
"Take it and let me take you to heaven!"
