The south has entered the season of continuous autumn rain, and the drizzle has been falling non-stop.
"Your Majesty is welcome back to the capital!" Zhou Ziru had received the news a long time ago and led all the civil and military officials to greet him outside the west gate of the capital.
Zhao Yizhi forced himself out of the car, glanced around, and asked, "Where is Mr. Chen?"
Zhou Ziru replied: "Mr. Chen occasionally felt cold and was ill at home, so he could not come to greet him."
Zhao Yizhi nodded: "My lords, thank you for your hard work, please go back first." Zhao Yizhi couldn't hold on any longer. The dragon energy was swelling and surging in his chest, and he felt like he could no longer suppress it.
The civil and military officials drove back to the city surrounded by cars, and the remaining Yulin army also returned to the military camp outside the city.
As soon as Zhao Yizhi arrived in the capital, the pressure on his chest suddenly decreased. The dragon energy in his body and the imperial energy in the capital were entangled with each other, suppressed, and fell into silence.
"Hoo~" Zhao Yizhi breathed a long sigh of relief, but to the ears of others, there was a faint sound of dragon roars, echoing in the capital.
In Taifu's Mansion, Chen Song was sitting by the pavilion, playing chess with a man in black. Hearing the sound of the dragon's roar, he suddenly raised his head, then smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I was wrong...I'm an old fool..."
"Tai Tuo, there is no need to be sentimental. This is a strange thing, and it cannot be predicted by human power." The man in black opposite was Xue Mang, who was trying to assassinate Zhao Yizhi outside Wucheng.
Xue Mang returned to Beijing to report to Chen Song about the return of Zhao Yizhi's dragon energy. After hearing this, Chen Song shook his hand and expressed his firm disbelief. This matter of dragon energy dissipating and reuniting has never been heard of before, but due to the face of the leader of the Shenji Sect, Chen Song could not be too harsh on Xue Mang. The two only played chess in this pavilion, waiting for Zhao Yizhi to come back to verify the authenticity.
"Your Majesty knows that it was the Taifu who instigated it, I'm afraid..." Xue Mang was slightly worried. He originally thought that assassinating Zhao Yizhi would be easy, and there was no harm in telling the truth. However, who knew that Zhao Yizhi returned with his dragon spirit and confirmed his destiny as the emperor? throne. If Zhao Yizhi pursues the investigation, I'm afraid that Mr. Chen in front of him...
Chen Song shook his head and said: "Since the dragon spirit has returned, your majesty is the destined emperor. He will understand that my painstaking efforts are for Daqi. At most, he will dismiss me from office and will not do anything to me. Even if he really accuses me, For the sake of Daqi, it doesn’t matter where I bury my old bones..."
Xue Mang remained silent, and what Chen Song said was reasonable. The Shenji Sect believes most in the theory of destiny. Zhao Yizhi is now the real emperor. He is destined to control the dragon energy far better than the previous emperors. Even if the entire Shenji Sect declines because of this, it was already planned. Okay.
"What did Master Jin say?" Chen Song asked. The assassination was caused by himself. If it dragged the entire Shenji Sect into the abyss, Chen Song would also feel extremely guilty.
Xue Mang said with a smile: "Headmaster Jin said that what Taifu did was in line with destiny, but man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. Even if the Shenji Sect declines and disappears, Mr. Jin will have no regrets. At worst, the entire sect will disperse into the rivers and lakes. Being a fortune teller doesn’t mean you lose your freedom.”
"Headmaster Jin can see clearly..." Chen Song sighed.
"Teacher is also a transparent person." Xue Mang replied politely.
Chen Song held a piece in his hand. Ever since he heard Zhao Yizhi's dragon roar, he had no intention of playing anymore. There was no place to play on the entire chessboard. After a while, he threw the piece in his hand into the chess jar: "I lost. The loss is unclear, but the loss is clear... You tell Master Jin that even if I fight to pieces, I will still work hard to give the Shenji Sect a chance of survival."
When Xue Mang heard Chen Song's words, he fell silent. He stood for a long time and said, "The master is very precious. If you can't do something, the Shenji Sect will not blame the master in the slightest."
After Xue Mang left, Chen Song dropped the chessboard and ignored it. A man sat on the railing beside the pavilion, looking at the water in trance.
Half a day passed quickly, and the housekeeper came to report: "Sir, Your Majesty asked how I am. If your health is better, please come to the palace to see me. If you are unwell, Your Majesty will come to the house in person."
Chen Song was called back by the butler's announcement: "Ah, His Majesty has called me. Without bothering His Majesty to come in person, you go and prepare the carriage. By the way, I also want to meet the past emperors."
The butler withdrew and prepared the carriage. Chen Song stood up, called the servants standing by and said, "I have been sitting here for half a day and found a golden carp in the pond. After I leave, you fish it out and release it into the Yangtze River."
"Master, golden carps are very precious. If you can raise golden carps in the pond, it is a good sign." The servant couldn't help but remind him.
"Yes, golden carps are very precious. Raising golden carps is a sign of good luck...that's why they are released into the Yangtze River..." Chen Song repeated the servant's words with a smile, picked up an umbrella, and left the pavilion. The servant didn't know why, but he still followed Chen Song's instructions. He found a bamboo net, fished out the carp, and sent it to the Yangtze River to release it.
In the misty rain in the garden, an old man walked out of the courtyard holding an umbrella alone.
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In the palace, a carriage came outside the palace. Chen Song got off the carriage and walked into the palace.
In the imperial study, Zhao Yizhi was looking at the memorials of the past few days. The capital was not very large. The memorials of the county magistrates in the Eight Kings were all submitted to the local vassal kings, euphemistically called to share the emperor's worries. One emperor agreed somehow. From then on, the number of memorials on Emperor Daqi's desk became less and less day by day.
"Your Majesty, Taifu Chen Song has arrived in the palace." Wang Zhenliang entered the study and reported to Zhao Yizhi.
Zhao Yizhi closed the memorial and said, "Okay, then Taifu Xuan can come in."
Wang Zhenliang bowed and said, "As soon as the master entered the palace, he went straight to the Ancestral Temple."
"Went to the Ancestral Temple?" Zhao Yizhi asked doubtfully, "Maybe he is asking for forgiveness from the past emperors. Let him go. Wait until he comes out to see me." Zhao Yizhi somewhat understood Chen Song's inner thoughts. Although it was for the sake of the great After all, Qi Sheji took action against the Zhao family, so it was normal to go to the Ancestral Temple to apologize.
Wang Zhenliang didn't understand why the imperial master wanted to apologize to the previous emperors, but he understood that he didn't ask any questions that shouldn't be asked, and he didn't bother Zhao Yizhi. He quietly withdrew and stood outside the door.
In the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Chen Song knelt on the ground respectfully, kowtowed to the twenty-eight tablets in front of him and said: "My dearest emperor, Chen Song, a humble minister, is guilty!"
After Chen Song kowtowed twenty-eight times, he lifted him up. His forehead was red and swollen, and the small gravel on the ground had broken his skin, leaving some faint traces of blood.
"The humble minister Chen Song offended Your Majesty and intended to assassinate him. His crime is unpardonable! But the humble minister is also dedicated to the great enlightenment and the common people of the world... All the late emperors have spirits in heaven, so please learn from them." After Chen Song finished speaking, he pulled out his hand. A dagger, looking at the many memorial tablets, tears streaming down his face.
"Taifu, I recited the Three-Character Sutra today. At the beginning of human life..."
"Master, studying is so boring. I want to go out and go hunting!"
"Oh, old master, I know it all! It's been six hundred years since Daqi, and it can't be defeated! You can go back and rest."
"Since I am the emperor, I cannot care about the life and death of the people... Tomorrow morning, all civil and military officials in Beijing must be present to discuss state affairs!"
The old master of Daqi recalled that when he was appointed as the master, he watched the young emperor learn the language from babbling to the current handling of government affairs. Although he was in a coma for a period of time, he luckily found his way back in time.
"Your Majesty is now a famous king, and I can live up to the late emperor...Old minister...I will die without regrets for Daqi!" Chen Song stabbed the dagger into his heart and fell to the ground dead.
Taifu Daqi fell like this in the Ancestral Temple. After a long time, the young eunuch who came in to urge him discovered Chen Song's body, and he was so panicked that he reported it to Zhao Yizhi.
"What! Mr. Chen committed suicide in the Ancestral Temple!" In the royal study, Zhao Yizhi stood up from his chair in shock.
The little eunuch knelt on the ground and said tremblingly with fear: "Back to... Your Majesty, that's right. The servants are waiting... to guard the door. After the Tutor... no one... entered the Ancestral Temple..."
Zhao Yizhi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and waved his hand: "I understand, I won't do your business, go down."
As if he had received an amnesty, the young eunuch hurriedly kowtowed and left the imperial study room as if he was running away.
"Your Majesty, my condolences, there is still something fishy about Taifu..." Wang Zhenliang wanted to offer some words of comfort, but Zhao Yizhi waved his hand, and Wang Zhenliang immediately closed his mouth and exited the imperial study.
Zhao Yizhi sighed and couldn't help but think back to the day he traveled from the future world. At that time, he didn't know anything. It was this old master who told him bit by bit that the court was in danger. I can't even forget that the old lady rushed out of the palace like a child, shouting with tears in her eyes, "I'm so lucky to have Daqi, so lucky." The assassination of himself was just a misjudgment. Because of his duty, he died tragically in the Ancestral Temple. end.
Zhao Yizhi lay on the table and whispered: "Old Master...why is this so..."
Zhou Ziru pushed open the door of the imperial study and walked in.
"Mr. Zhou, Taifu Chen... committed suicide in the Ancestral Temple..." Zhao Yizhi raised his head, crying with tears streaming down his face.
Zhou Ziru nodded and said: "I have heard about it. Your Majesty expresses my condolences..."
"Woooooooooo..." Zhao Yizhi continued to cry loudly. At this moment, Zhou Ziru saw that this young emperor was only in his twenties after all. He no longer had the domineering power of Master Wenzhan and the confidence to intimidate hundreds of officials.
In addition to Chen Song being the first person to give guidance to Zhao Yizhi when he traveled through time, it was also because of this body sentence. After all, the old master was the emperor's teacher. He had grown up watching the emperor, being humble and observant of etiquette, the way of an emperor, etc. Although the main character has been replaced by Zhao Yizhi, he still has the respect for the teacher in his heart. It is normal for Zhao Yizhi to cry so bitterly.
Taifu Daqi was buried on the Jinshan Mountain in the east of the city with royal rites. All civil and military officials from the entire court attended, and no one was missing. The Emperor Daqi went there in person, and the people in the capital spontaneously wore mourning clothes to bid farewell to the old Taifu. During his tenure as Taifu, Chen Song also took charge of the household department and handled Daqi's finances. In recent years, the annual tribute of vassal kings in various places has become increasingly scarce. It was Chen Song who presided over it all and made careful calculations, so that the precarious Daqi continued to this day... This man is gone...
In the palace of Daqi, Zhou Ziru reported: "Your Majesty, the annual tribute from Sichuan, Shu, Beidi, and Xigui has been sent, and now the annual tribute from Nanhuai has also been found. It is time to deal with the problem of Nanhuai We have reported that the Nanhuai border has been closed, and the situation is unknown. If it were not for war or a major epidemic, the border would not have been closed. We can use this as an excuse to accuse Nanhuai!"
Zhao Yizhi held his forehead and said: "Just wait a few more days. The murderer of the King of Nanhuai has been found. It was the beggar gang in Chuxiang. I have sent people to send the assassin to Nanhuai. Next, we will Let’s see how the self-proclaimed Little Nanhuai King chooses.”
Zhou Ziru was shocked when he heard this, and immediately said happily: "In this way, Nanhuai and Chuxiang will definitely fight for more! If two tigers fight, one of them will be injured. At that time, the imperial court will take advantage of the situation to recover, how wonderful!"
Zhao Yizhi opened his eyes and looked at Daqi Wenxiang, who was about the same age as himself, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "You are really ambitious."
