In the royal study, everyone else was sent outside, including Wang Zhenliang.
Zhao Yizhi was absolutely assured of Wang Zhenliang and originally wanted him to stay, but Chang Mi took the lead in "discussing" with this old buddy and "driven" him out of the door.
The king and his ministers sat down, and Zhao Yizhi felt somewhat ashamed when he saw Chang Mi's senile appearance.
"Chang Lao, if you had said this earlier, I wouldn't have invited you here."
Chang Mi waved his hand and said with a smile: "Oh, I have been waiting for this day for many years..."
"How do you say this? Do you know why I called you here?" Zhao Yizhi was a little surprised.
"Your Majesty has been sitting in the capital for a long time. Aren't you so suffocated that you want to go out for a walk? Hahaha, the invasion of the Northern Yi is nothing new in Daqi... Ahem, everyone knows about it."
Zhao Yizhi was right when he thought about it. More than 500,000 troops and horses had been deployed from various places in Daqi. How could this matter be hidden from everyone in the world?
"That's right, I'm... really uneasy about the invasion of the Northern Yi. A few days ago, an expert gave me advice and said that Mr. Chang, you have a solution, but I don't know..."
Chang Mi unbuttoned his clothes, took out a simple black box from his arms, and stroked it gently.
Zhao Yizhi stared at the box. His consciousness had come out early, but he found that he couldn't break into it at all, and he didn't know what was in the box.
Chang Mi seemed to be aware of it, and his dim old eyes brightened a little: "Your Majesty is too impatient. Isn't this the ink pen that your Majesty... ahem... gave to me?"
With that said, he opened the box and took out a red pen from the box.
Zhao Yizhi also remembered that when Chang Mi left the capital, he did give him a red pen as a farewell gift, but he didn't know why he brought it back and valued it so much.
Chang Mi smiled, the wrinkles on his face were like the withered bark of an old tree, and said, "Your Majesty must have many questions... Let me tell you in detail."
Zhao Yizhi knew that the matter was important, so he did not rush it and waited patiently for him to say it.
"When His Majesty came back from the dead, I... saw the sky. At that time, the Emperor's Star was indeed dim and dim, and even disappeared for a moment... But later, it suddenly brightened. I knew... His Majesty was back, but what came back was not Your Majesty..."
Zhao Yizhi was shocked. This was his biggest secret. He only told the Queen Mother who died prematurely. Wang Zhenliang...may have guessed some clues. But Wang Zhenliang is very loyal and will definitely not tell nonsense. How can this old man from Si Tianjian tell the truth just by looking at the sky?
"This has never happened before the Great Qi Dynasty. I think... Your Majesty must have come from now on. Since that day, the Emperor's Star has become abnormally bright every day, even brighter than before. I know that this Jinling City... I’m afraid I won’t be able to trap Your Majesty.”
"But the imperial energy needs to be nourished by the dragon energy, and the dragon energy also needs to be suppressed. I... didn't have a good idea at first. It wasn't until His Majesty gave me this red pen that I found an idea."
Zhao Yizhi did not talk about his own affairs, but leaned forward, more concerned about the method of leaving Beijing.
"The old minister used this ink pen as a carrier to collect dragon energy from all directions... and has cultivated it till now. Now, it can be used."
"The old minister brought this ink pen back to use the dragon energy on it... to absorb the dragon energy in the capital. Then the ink brush will be carried by your majesty to nourish his own imperial energy. Ahem... and with the ink pen as a carrier , Your Majesty will not be unable to hold on because of the strong dragon energy."
"Old minister, this is the only way..."
Zhao Yizhi asked with concern: "Mr. Chang, you have been coughing non-stop since you came in. How about I call a doctor..."
"Ahem, cough, cough... I am fine, Your Majesty, there is no need to worry... Doesn't Your Majesty care how long this ink pen lasts?"
"how long?"
Chang Mi licked his lips: "As long as this red pen is here, Your Majesty will be fine."
Zhao Yizhi's eyes became a little fiery, and soon he calmed down: "I'm afraid it's not that easy to do, right?"
Chang Mi smiled: "Since I said it, I must be able to do it. Otherwise... wouldn't I be committing the crime of deceiving the emperor? Ahem..."
Zhao Yizhi also laughed: "Although Chang Lao deceived the emperor, he was also innocent."
"I wonder when your Majesty wants to leave Beijing?"
"The sooner the better!"
Yi Xiaodao, Zhou Ziru, and most of the generals in the court were in Beiyi, and even Chen Congwei had been sent out. Zhao Yizhi was really uneasy in the capital.
Chang Mi nodded: "Okay... it's best to do it quickly... Then let's do it tonight at midnight... At that time, the yang energy is at its weakest, so this method is feasible!"
"Old Chang, dear, what do you need? Just tell me!" Zhao Yizhi waved his hand. At this time, even if Chang Mi was talking like a lion, he didn't care anymore.
Chang Mi lowered his head and was silent for a long time. Zhao Yizhi almost thought he fell asleep.
Just when Zhao Yizhi was about to ask again, Chang Mi raised his head and said: "Your Majesty...if you can, I...want to take a look at the Ancestral Temple..."
"Ancestral Temple..." Zhao Yizhi also fell silent when talking about Ancestral Temple. That is the place where the memorial tablets of the ancestors of the Daqi Zhao family are worshiped, and it is extremely sacred and respected.
It's just that Zhao Yizhi is not in trouble for this reason, but for Chen Song, Taifu Chen, who committed suicide in the Ancestral Temple...
"Your Majesty, does he think that the veteran also wants to choose that place to commit suicide? Hahahaha... uh, cough, cough, cough..." Chang Mi laughed too fast and kept coughing.
"I... am really worried about this."
Zhao Yizhi was not from this era and did not have that kind of sacred humility towards his ancestors. It's just that Chen Song committed suicide there, which made some veterans want to go to the Ancestral Temple, but Zhao Yizhi would not allow him.
"The problem of not being able to leave the capital has not only troubled Your Majesty, but has also troubled all previous emperors... I want to report the good news... Moreover, I have not completed the tasks entrusted by Your Majesty, so how can I dare to commit suicide?"
Zhao Yizhi didn't know much about Chang Mi, but he felt that at this critical moment of Daqi's life and death, he would never joke about coming all the way to the palace to seek death.
"Okay, Chang Lao Ai Qing, please do as you please." Zhao Yizhi agreed.
Chang Mi trembled on the bamboo bed and tried to get up. Zhao Yizhi quickly went up to help him: "Old love, you don't have to be polite, come and see Master Chang off!"
Four young eunuchs ran in from outside and lifted up the bamboo bed. Chang Mi turned around and said: "Your Majesty...it is midnight tonight. Outside the Palace of Taihe!"
Zhao Yizhi nodded solemnly: "Okay, I'll note it down!"
According to Chang Mi's instructions, the young eunuchs carried him directly to the Ancestral Temple and sent him into the Ancestral Temple. Then the four of them withdrew, leaving Chang Mi alone.
Before leaving, the young eunuchs glanced around Chang Mi's body several times. Chang Mi knew that they were afraid that he might have a sharp weapon hidden on his body that could be used to commit suicide.
After the young eunuchs all left, Chang Mi tried to get up from the bamboo bed with support, but after trying for a long time, he could only turn over, let alone get off the ground.
"My late emperors, I often pray to you for the holy spirit of your late emperors!"
On the altar, many tablets remained motionless, as if they were examining this veteran minister.
Chang Mi coughed twice, and then said: "I have been observing the sky for more than sixty years, and I have never seen such a dangerous situation! The tiger and wolf masters of the Northern Yi have been coveting the Central Plains for a long time. Now that they are going south, the people are in danger, and there is still hope. Please help me, the late emperor!"
"The old minister's method is to infuse dragon energy into a red pen. If your majesty carries this ink pen, it can temporarily avoid the harm of the conflict between dragon energy and imperial energy. However, the Great Khan of Beiyi, the coward of the world, also asks the late emperors to show their spirits and help Your Majesty is here to help!”
Chang Mi finished speaking in one breath without any pause, trying his best. He took out a box from his pocket and opened it, revealing the ink pen inside.
After another moment of silence, an ethereal voice echoed in the main hall of the Ancestral Temple: "This son is not from my Zhao family, Chang Mi, do you know?"
Chang Mi lay on the bamboo bed, lowering his head and not daring to respond: "I know!"
"How can I, Zhao, be the emperor? Because he is quite diligent in his political affairs, we will not interfere much. How dare you come to ask for help now?"
This voice already had a harsh tone in it.
Chang Mi lowered his head and replied: "The eight kings did not listen to orders, bandits were rampant in the rivers and lakes, thieves and bandits caused chaos, and various sects used force to break the ban. Thanks to your majesty, Daqi was able to turn the corner, and the vassal territories were gradually recovered, and the people of Nanhuai lived and worked in peace and contentment. , the pacification of the bandits in Donglu Land... and many other achievements are all due to Your Majesty!"
"I also know that your majesty is not a member of the Zhao clan. However, this action must be done. To... save the people of Daqi and save the people of the world!"
After waiting for a while, Chang Mi heard no more sounds and sighed softly: "If the late emperors are unwilling to help, I will think of another way. Farewell to the late emperors and their holy spirits."
"Hahahaha, I was originally worried that the people of future generations would be less worthy than the virtuous people of the past. Now it seems that I am worrying too much!" A hearty laugh rang out, giving up Chang Mi's idea of calling the little eunuch.
The voice was hearty and loud, without the ethereal feeling. It sounded as if there was really someone laughing and talking in my ear.
"Don't make things difficult for him. Beiyi has been a huge threat to us in all generations. We don't have the ability to solve it, so we leave it to these juniors. If the seniors ask for help, aren't they willing to help?"
Chang Mi's heart was beating fast. He didn't know how many generations of the late emperor this was. If he dared to talk to other late emperors in such a tone, the status of this late emperor could not be lowered.
"I created the Daqi. To be honest, I made a mistake in enfeoffing the eight kings. I didn't make the right start. But luckily, Zhao Yizhi found this boy with the same name from later generations, which is quite reliable! This time , let me start the matter about Beiyi again."
A bright light flashed, and a figure stood in front of Chang Mi's head. Chang Mi took a careful look and saw that the dragon robe of the person in front of him was shining with golden light, making people feel fearful.
Chang Mi knew that this was none other than the founding king of Daqi and the ancestor of entrepreneurship, Zhao Shichu.
"Protect the common people!"
Zhao Shiju didn't waste any time and walked out directly. With just one step, his figure shrank or even disappeared, blending into the ink brush.
"Father, wait a minute!" Another figure stood in front of Chang Mi.
"It's hard to save the country!" The second emperor followed closely.
With the example of the two ancestors of the first and second generations, the other ancestors did not neglect and followed in the footsteps of their predecessors.
"Fu Sheji!"
"Turn the tide!"
"Shock the army's power!"
"Family revenge!"
…
After a while, all the tablets on the Ancestral Temple fell down, without exception, they were face down.
The heroic spirits are not here either.
Chang Mi held the box tremblingly and said excitedly: "Daqi is saved! Daqi is saved!!"
