Zhao Yizhi could feel that the practice of the second chapter of "Royal God" had gradually been completed, and his spiritual consciousness was extended, and the entire court's sphere of influence could be included in his mind. But that's the extent of it. Beyond that, Zhao Yizhi is powerless.
"Last time I broke through to the second chapter, I almost died. This time... I don't know when I will be able to break through..." Zhao Yizhi muttered to himself.
Suddenly, Zhao Yizhi's heart moved. Qingtian Zangyun and four others surrounded Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi and led a little girl back to the palace. Upon noticing the little girl's appearance, Zhao Yizhi was slightly surprised and was not frightened. On the Internet in later generations, Zhao Yizhi could see many things more terrifying than this.
Zhao Yizhi stood up and walked out of Qiyang Palace. People from Zhenyang Mountain came to see him, but they were not like Chen Congwei. According to Zhang Zongbai, one of these two people is the future headmaster of Zhenyang Mountain, and there is no harm in making friends now.
"Your Majesty, we were about to arrest the murderer. The murderer kidnapped this girl. Taoist priest Guan Chenzi and Taoist Tongweizi from Zhenyang Mountain stopped us, causing the murderer to escape. Please convict your Majesty." The four people were watching. Chenzi and Tongweizi clasped their fists behind their backs and apologized. They did not add any extravagance to their words and reported truthfully.
Zhao Yizhi didn't pay much attention to what he thought was a sure thing, but who knew it would turn out to be such a turmoil. Although he can grasp the trends of the entire capital, he cannot cover everything and keep everything in mind.
Zhao Yizhi waved his hand gently: "It's none of your business, just go down." The four of them took the order and retreated.
"Know?" Zhao Yizhi asked gently.
Guan Chenzi nodded: "I know you."
"Favoritism?"
"It's selfish."
Tong Weizi was silent on the side, Zhen Yangshan had something to say, but Guan Chenzi didn't tell lies, so he couldn't rush to defend himself. If there is really a punishment, then we all have to suffer it together. Who can share the feeling of being from the same school?
Zhao Yizhi looked at the little girl, looked at it carefully, and said with a smile: "Guan Chen, we are the same." Zhenyangshan is a martial arts sect, but he never forgets to show sympathy for the sufferings of the people. This is the original intention of the late emperor to confer Zhenyangshan. To show that the court is always vigilant. To be honest, I know that person, and I am also partial to him. It is not entirely your fault."
The two of them were confused when they heard what Zhao Yizhi meant. They just assumed that Zhao Yizhi wanted to excuse them.
Zhao Yizhi did have the intention to excuse himself, but if he asked himself, Fang Long was the one who ordered him to follow Yi Xiaodao to Nanhuai. Knowing the truth, he forgot to tell Yi Xiaodao and did not try to rescue him. Fang Long is not related to them, but he is a subject of Daqi, and as the emperor...
Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi noticed that Zhao Yizhi was in a low mood, and hurriedly raised their hands together and said, "Your Majesty, Pindao is willing to capture the murderer and repay the imperial court."
The two of them took the initiative to ask for permission. Zhao Yizhi waved his hand and said, "Don't be busy, little girl, your eyes..." Zhao Yizhi just asked, and suddenly remembered the man lying in the mud beside Wucheng. A deaf woman with a broken arm, ramblingly describing a bright future for her sister.
"Seven years old this year?" Zhao Yizhi asked.
Xian'er nodded slightly, stretched out two fingers and made an "eight" sign.
"Yes, yes...it happened last year..." Zhao Yizhi murmured.
"Your Majesty, this child is mute." Tong Weizi reminded from the side.
Zhao Yizhi was moved and quickly walked down the steps and rushed in front of Xian'er. Xian'er was so frightened that she backed away and hid behind Guan Chenzi.
"What's your name? Do you have a sister?" Zhao Yizhi's eyes showed a hint of urgency.
Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi looked at each other. They had never seen His Majesty look like this before, and they were a little at a loss.
Xian'er squatted on the ground, dipped his finger in some saliva, and started writing on the ground. He wrote a few pictures, then changed his finger and dipped his finger in saliva to continue writing. Soon, the standard word "Xian'er" appeared on the ground. Xian'er stood up, timidly wiped her hands on her clothes, and looked at Zhao Yizhi.
"Xian'er...what a good name...did your sister give it to you?"
Xian'er shook her head and started to sign anxiously, but Zhao Yizhi didn't understand sign language and didn't understand what she meant.
"It doesn't matter, it's you! I couldn't save your sister at first, but now you can rest assured, don't be afraid..." Zhao Yizhi hugged Xian'er into his arms, not minding the herpes and black spots on her face at all. eye sockets.
"Manager Wang!"
"Old slave is here!" Wang Zhenliang trotted over and saw the little girl covered in dirty clothes, but was held in Zhao Yizhi's arms. He wanted to scold him, but when he saw the word "Xian'er" on the ground, the words came to his lips. Swallowed.
Zhao Yizhi stood up, not caring that the dragon robe in front of him was dirty and messy, and said: "Recruit all the imperial doctors in the palace, and we must cure this girl. If she cannot be cured, her house will be ransacked and she will be executed!"
Guan Chenzi and the other three were shocked. They had never seen Zhao Yizhi so furious. Guan Chenzi advised: "Your Majesty, there is a holy purpose. The imperial doctors dare not not do their best. There is no need for such heavy punishment. Please Your Majesty, please think twice.”
"Go quickly!" Zhao Yizhi shouted to Wang Zhenliang who was standing aside.
Wang Zhenliang had never seen Zhao Yizhi so furious, and he hurriedly ran to summon the imperial doctor.
Soon, the imperial doctors, ranging from eighty to ninety to fifty or sixty, all came running and panting, kowtowed to Zhao Yizhi, then took Xian'er and hurriedly ran to the imperial hospital. .
Zhao Yizhi nodded slightly to Guan Chenzi and the other two: "Two Taoist priests, please help yourself." After saying that, he turned around and went to the imperial study alone.
Tong Weizi breathed a long sigh of relief, turned around and was about to leave. Guan Chenzi looked at Zhao Yizhi's back and said to Tong Weizi, "You go back first, and I'll ask for clarification." After saying that, he left a blank look on his face. The same Wei Zi followed him to the Imperial Study Room.
"Your Majesty, I am ignorant, why suddenly...Long Yan was so angry?" Guan Chenzi caught up with Zhao Yizhi and asked, holding his hands behind him.
Zhao Yizhi turned around and glanced at Guan Chenzi, beckoning: "Come in and have a cup of tea, Yi Xiaodao's favorite tea."
The two sat down, Zhao Yizhi looked at the green buds and rising smoke in the tea, and recalled: "Half a year ago, I met several beggars in Wucheng, leading a group of disabled people. Those few The disciples of the Beggar Clan actually wanted to attack me, but Chen Congwei dealt with them one by one."
"Those disabled people had their hands and feet cut off, they were deaf and mute, and their bodies were covered with blood or abscesses. They were very scary. Later, a woman was beaten seriously by disciples of the Beggar Clan in order to warn me. She was also deaf, I thought. She couldn't answer anything I asked, and just kept talking to herself."
"She said her sister was seven years old and was missing an eye; she said she wanted to see her sister grow up and find a good family; she said she wanted to hear her sister get married and have children, and hear the children call her aunt."
"She died just after saying these words. She couldn't be saved, and I couldn't save her. None of the other disabled people had normal thoughts, and they were all sick and in pain. I ordered them all to be killed at that time..."
"They are all the people of Daqi, but I can't save any of them. If I were not the emperor, and if I were replaced by a wise and decisive king, Yu Yu might have clarified it long ago and the world would be at peace..." Zhao Yizhi said eloquently, regarding the original solitary man The thing about arming women is vivid in my mind.
Guan Chenzi was moved by this. What she wanted in her heart was all the people in the world. Over the years, she had been running around to help people in need, but she always felt that her power was insignificant. There are also many times when situations that I can't do anything to save are placed in front of me.
Guan Chenzi understands the feeling of wanting to save people but being unable to do so better than anyone else, and he can understand Zhao Yizhi's mood at this moment better than anyone else.
Seeing Zhao Yizhi's lonely expression, Guan Chenzi couldn't help but hold Zhao Yizhi's hand: "It has been uneventful for six hundred years since the Great Recession. Now the storm is suddenly rising. Your Majesty, it is very rare that you can persevere to this day. You have compassion for the people. The heart is even more rare, this is God’s will, Your Majesty, you will definitely revive the Great Kai!"
Zhao Yizhi held Guan Chenzi in his hand and said, "The road is dangerous and difficult. I really need Zhenyang Mountain to help me!"
"Zhen Yangshan is obligated!" Guan Chenzi's eyes were clear. It wasn't just Zhao Yizhi's words that moved her to make a promise, but she actually saw pity and self-blame in Zhao Yizhi's eyes. Having traveled around the world for many years, she believed that she would not be wrong.
The two of them smiled at the same time, and a sense of joy that "I am not alone in my path" spread in their hearts. Only then did Zhao Yizhi notice that his and Guan Chenzi's hands had been holding each other tightly.
Guan Chenzi just realized it and hurriedly pulled his hand away, his cheeks flushed: "Immortal Heavenly Lord, I have offended you, please forgive me."
"Can you tell fortunes?" Zhao Yizhi asked.
Guan Chenzi shook his head: "If God's will has been predestined long ago, calculation is useless. If God's will is not predestined, all the plans and calculations are just empty talk, and Zhenyang Mountain will only give a simple face. Maybe it can point the way forward for those who are lost. .”
"Then you can help me take a look, what is my fate?"
Guan Chenzi lowered his head and said, "Your majesty, the ninety-five-year-old, and the common lord of the world, is the dragon, and I have no chance to see it."
"Let's take a look. Maybe... I'm not destined to be the emperor?" Zhao Yizhi said with a bitter smile.
Guan Chenzi had no choice but to look up and said in surprise: "Your Majesty, how come you...you...have a light mole between Yintang's eyebrows?"
"What? Is there anything wrong with this?"
"There are different opinions on the light mole on the center of the eyebrow. There are different opinions in Zhenyang Mountain. Some say it means wealth and fame. Some say that hard work leads to suffering in vain." Guan Chenzi explained.
Zhao Yizhi looked at Guan Chenzi's serious look and couldn't help but reach out and tap her between her eyebrows: "You have one here too. It seems that the interpretation of Lord Wealth is more accurate."
Guan Chenzi was startled when Zhao Yizhi pointed at the center of his eyebrows. He quickly stood up and took a few steps away: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry to say goodbye." After saying that, without waiting for Zhao Yizhi to speak, he ran away like a frightened rabbit. He also left the imperial study room.
Zhao Yizhi also noticed that he was a little abrupt, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed on his face. He smiled bitterly without holding back, and closed his eyes to rest.
On Jinshan Mountain, Fang Qianlong hid in a cave, breathing heavily and checking his injuries. There were countless wounds and bruises all over his body, as well as several sword wounds. The last one was a stick mark on his waist, which was struck by Qingtian's gun.
"Now...we only have to wait for Elder Du to come..."
