It’s night in the capital.
Zhao Yizhi was meditating with his eyes closed in the imperial study. Wang Zhenliang came outside the door, bowed his head, and stood quietly. Zhao Yizhi opened his eyes, stretched out a finger and flicked it, and the door slowly opened automatically.
"But the female guard of Baiweizhu is back?" Although Zhao Yizhi can now release his spiritual consciousness, he has been focusing on training recently and has not paid much attention to things outside the capital. Of course, no one knows how far Zhao Yizhi's current spiritual consciousness can extend.
"Your Majesty, it's not the return of the female guard, but the news from Donglu. Yi Xiaodao left the island city, traveling day and night, traveling two hundred miles a day, and advancing very fast. It seems that he is going to Wancheng." Wang Zhenliang replied.
Zhao Yizhi replied calmly: "Yes, I understand."
"Should we recall him to the capital first?" Wang Zhenliang asked.
"No need, he has his own opinions, let him go." Zhao Yizhi remained expressionless.
I think Yi Xiaodao already knew a lot about what happened in the capital. Whether it was Hu Lishan's death or letting Any Yue'er return to Wancheng, Zhao Yizhi felt a little ashamed of Yi Xiaodao. Because he came from a later generation, Zhao Yizhi didn't have much of an emperor's airs for someone he admired like Yi Xiaodao.
Wang Zhenliang remained silent. He was a little disgusted with Yi Xiaodao, especially every time Zhao Yizhi paid attention to him. But since Yi Xiaodao returned to Nanhuai, Wang Zhenliang's view of Yi Xiaodao has changed a lot. If the Majesty he serves can regain the territory of the world, he, the head of the internal affairs, will feel proud of his face.
"That's it? No more?" Zhao Yizhi glanced sideways at Wang Zhenliang.
Wang Zhenliang bowed and replied: "Your Majesty has said that he needs to rest recently, so all the affairs of the court and the upper and lower levels are sent to the Zhou Mansion by special personnel to ask Minister Wen to judge. It is not a big deal...but there is one thing that really needs to be reported to Your Majesty. "
"The day after tomorrow is the Lantern Festival. According to the usual practice, Master Zhang Zongbai of Zhenyang Mountain needs to go to the capital to pray for Daqi's blessings. He arrived in the capital yesterday."
Zhao Yizhi was slightly stunned: "Is it already the Lantern Festival..." After being stunned for a moment, Zhao Yizhi woke up with a smile on his face: "Since Headmaster Zhang is here, I want to see him. Hahaha , I heard that Master Zhang is the number one martial artist in the world, I really want to see him."
Compared with the New Year's Eve and the Spring Festival, the Daqi Dynasty pays more attention to the Shangyuan Festival, which is also the Lantern Festival. In addition to Shangyuan Festival, there are also Zhongyuan Festival and Xiayuan Festival, which are collectively called Sanyuan Festival. The Three Yuans were originally the origin of Taoist classics. Daqi respected Taoism, and both the imperial court and Zhenyang Mountain paid great attention to the beginning of the Three Yuans.
"The old slave will go and make arrangements now. Early tomorrow morning, Master Zhang will be brought to the palace to meet the saint." Wang Zhenliang reported back.
After Wang Zhenliang closed the door and left, Zhao Yizhi closed his eyes, looked out, and dispersed towards Guanyi. The post was run by the imperial court. All sects, vassals, and envoys from various countries could enter the post to rest as long as the emperor was willing to get close to it. Originally there were stations in various places, but it is unknown how many feudal lords still have them.
When his spiritual sense reached Guanyi, Zhao Yizhi found the exclusive courtyard where Zhenyangshan Sect was located.
"Guan Chenzi, Tongweizi. Do you know how to achieve the great road?"
An old Taoist with gray hair and childlike face was sitting in the courtyard, stroking his silver beard, and asked softly the two disciples in front of him. Among the two disciples, one was Guan Chenzi, who had met Yi Xiaodao several times; the other one was thin, with a rather baby-like face, and was much taller than Guan Chenzi. son.
"Teacher, only by saving all sentient beings can we achieve the Great Way!" Guan Chenzi blurted out without thinking.
"Well, Tong Weizi, what do you think?" The old Taoist is Zhang Zongbai, who is famous in the world. Zhao Yi used his spiritual sense to spy on him, and he does have some Taoist spirit. His spiritual consciousness did not dare to invade at will, he just waited aside, waiting for the answer with Zhang Zongbai.
Tong Weizi lowered his head and said, "By self-discipline and self-cultivation, you can achieve the great road."
Zhang Zongbai glanced to the side unintentionally and laughed loudly: "Yes, you are all right. The principles of the Great Dao are hidden in the heaven, earth and universe. You have only realized one kind, and it is the most obvious one. More details are needed. , if you really can’t figure out the details, just do it according to this, that’s fine! Hahahaha!”
"It's getting late. You should go back and rest early. When you meet His Majesty tomorrow, don't be rude!" Zhang Zongbai said to the two of them.
Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi looked at each other and retreated.
Zhao Yizhi's spiritual attention was always on Zhang Zongbai, and he did not notice the two people leaving. After the two left, Zhang Zongbai stood up, raised his hands to Zhao Yizhi's spiritual consciousness and said, "No one in the world would have guessed that His Majesty has such magical powers today."
Zhao Yizhi was shocked. His spiritual consciousness came and went without a trace. It was just a ball of consciousness. Zhang Zongbai could detect it, and even knew where his spiritual consciousness was, as if he had seen it with his own eyes. , what kind of strength is this...
Zhao Yizhi had no words to speak, and no hand to write. He could only lower his hand by half a foot to show respect.
Zhang Zongbai smiled and said: "The road has its ups and downs, and haste makes waste. Your Majesty pursues the road, and you also need to be good at protecting the dragon body. If you are called, I can go to the palace to see you, and I don't need to bother your majesty to come in person."
Zhao Yizhi didn't know why, but when he saw Zhang Zongbai, he felt a very solid sense of security. Knowing that his spying was noticed by the other party, Zhao Yizhi was not embarrassed. He withdrew his consciousness from the hotel and stopped snooping.
Zhang Zongbai bowed in the courtyard as before. It wasn't until Zhao Yizhi's consciousness left that he straightened up and hammered his waist: "I'm getting older, and my waist will be sore after bending for a while. It's really hard to be a headmaster. Ah..." He said, walking slowly to his room...
Zhao Yizhi did not take back his consciousness, but turned around and headed straight towards Zhou Mansion.
Although it was late at night, Zhou Ziru was still hunched over his desk, looking at the mountain of memorials: "The magistrate of Licheng County really doesn't care about the importance, but even a wintersweet must be sent to the capital!"
"The sound of crying at night is often heard on the surface of Poyang Lake? 'This is the common people paying homage to the fallen soldiers of Nanhuai, Chu and Xiang, don't doubt yourself!'"
"Chu Xiang increased its troops by 30,000...'Send additional manpower and patrol day and night. The capital will soon mobilize troops for reinforcements.'"
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Zhou Ziru read the memorial and commented on it at the same time. His writing was like a dragon and a snake, and he wrote every detail without leakage.
It was not that Zhao Yizhi was lazy and neglected government affairs, so he had no choice but to submit the memorial to the Zhou government. Nanhuai and Donglu were both pacified and recovered by Yi Xiaodao, and his achievements were unparalleled. Although Zhou Ziru came from a literary family with a history of 600 years, he needed more military achievements to avoid being criticized for relying on his ancestors. Rest on your laurels. Letting Zhou Ziru temporarily take charge of the government was the greatest comfort that Zhao Yizhi could give.
Zhao Yizhi himself could not enter and leave the capital at will, and he was beyond his reach to the affairs of Chu and Xiang. He had already made a plan in his mind. The chaos in Chu and Xiang should be put down by Zhou Ziru, so that Yi Xiaodao would not become too popular. And Zhou Ziru himself knew very well that the battle between Chu and Xiang could only be won but not defeated. Neither the imperial court nor the Zhou family could bear this failure, so they tried their best to prepare the memorial for Chu Xiang.
Zhao Yizhi waited for a long time. Zhou Ziru finally finished approving all the memorials, twisted his stiff joints, stood up and stretched. Only then did Zhao Yizhi realize that he was just an eighteen or nineteen-year-old child. In future generations, such children will still be obsessed with games and having fun...
Zhou Ziru naturally did not notice Zhao Yizhi's prying eyes, so he took out a chessboard from the side, holding two black and white pieces, and started playing by himself.
Zhao Yizhi's chess skills can only be said to be average, not as superb as Zhou Ziru's, but it can also be seen that the two black and white players on the chessboard are inextricably entangled, and it is really fierce. The enemies on both sides were surrounded by dead hands, but they could be quickly revived. Zhao Yizhi was fascinated by what he saw.
Zhou Ziru played for half an hour, but in the end Bai Zi gained the upper hand, eating away at Hei Zi step by step. No matter how Zhou Ziru thought about it, he was unable to save himself, and Bai Zi won.
Zhou Ziru looked at the chessboard and breathed a long sigh of relief: "The game is reviewed every day, but there is no danger. The court spends countless money and food on military horses and food every day, but there is still no movement in Chu Xiang... If Yi Xiaodao..." Going on, The voice was inaudible, and Zhou Ziru swallowed all the unfinished words.
Things come true in secret.
Zhao Yizhi withdrew his consciousness. He felt quite complicated about Zhou Ziru: he was both dependent and helpless, reassured but also wary. But one thing Zhao Yizhi can be sure of is that Zhou Ziru is definitely on the court's side when it comes to the vassal king. If he is allowed to do it, he can do even more ruthless and cruel things.
It was nearly midnight, and Zhao Yizhi felt a little sleepy. Sometimes he just wanted to ignore everything and be a free and easy emperor. He couldn't leave the capital anyway, so he could leave everything to Zhou Ziru and Yi Xiaodao. . But if you put your life in the hands of others, no one can sleep...
Zhao Yizhi sat in a chair in a daze, propped up his desk and fell asleep.
The door of the royal study room opened slightly. Wang Zhenliang stretched his head and took a look inside. Seeing that Zhao Yizhi was asleep, he waved back. Several eunuchs filed in, gently lifted Zhao Yizhi and moved towards Zhao Yizhi. Go to Qiyang Palace, his dormitory.
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The next day, Zhao Yizhi sat in Tai Chi Palace early. Taiji Palace was where Emperor Daqi received people from all walks of life. The founder of the Qi Dynasty, Zhao Shijiu, founded the Great Qi Dynasty and fought in the south and the north. In addition to his nine sworn brothers, there were also many people in the world who worked hard to create the Qi Dynasty for six hundred years. The Daqi court also respected various martial arts factions, but in recent years the power of each faction has gradually grown, making the Daqi court deeply uneasy.
Zhang Zongbai led Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi, and the three of them entered the palace from outside the door with steady steps: "The poor Taoist Zhang Zongbai, Guan Chenzi, and Tong Weizi bow to your majesty. I wish your majesty a long life and good health."
The three of them were about to kneel down. Zhao Yizhi sat on the dragon chair and stretched out his hand to lift: "Master Zhang, there is no need to be polite." As soon as the three people's knees bent, they were lifted up by an invisible force. It was Zhao Yizhi who for.
The three of them stood up straight. Zhao Yizhi glanced across their faces. When he saw Guan Chenzi, he was a little stunned...
Guan Chenzi has a pretty face, fair skin, and a well-proportioned figure. He holds a whisk in his hand, and from top to bottom, he exudes a sense of holiness, making people unable to have any evil thoughts. Especially the beauty mark between the eyebrows is just right. At first glance, it looks like the Nine Heavens Immortal Girl has descended to earth.
Guan Chenzi grew up in Zhenyang Mountain since he was a child, and he has long developed that otherworldly and refined temperament. Now that it was his first time to meet the saint, Guan Chenzi was very nervous. His eyes were darting up and down in the palace, but he didn't dare to look at Zhao Yizhi.
Zhang Zongbai's old eyesight is not dazzled. He saw Zhao Yizhi's performance of watching Chenzi closely. He smiled indifferently and mysteriously...
