At night, Zhao Yizhi waited outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony early. The area had been cleared and all the eunuchs and maids had been sent away. Only Wang Zhenliang and Qian Ning stood beside Zhao Yizhi, one on the left and one on the right.
"Why haven't you come yet?" Qian Ning couldn't wait any longer.
He knew what he was going to do tonight. Once the problem of dragon energy and imperial energy in Zhao Yizhi's body was solved, he must rush to the front line of the Northland as soon as possible. This was something he couldn't ask for, as there was really nowhere to display his martial prowess in this capital city.
Moreover, even though Qingtian and others would hardly have any opponents in the world when ten of them attack together, he still couldn't rest assured.
Zhao Yizhi was also very anxious, but after all, he had been the emperor for so long, and his temperament had long been developed. His face was calm and he did not say a word.
"I'm coming."
Wang Zhenliang stared in the direction of the Ancestral Temple without blinking. The young eunuchs had just appeared carrying Chang Mi. The candlelight reflected by the lantern looked particularly bright in the dark night.
Zhao Yizhi breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had some spiritual knowledge, he still held back and left some secrets for this veteran minister. Now, he was afraid of hearing the bad news about Chang Mi's violent death in the Ancestral Temple.
Apparently, Chang Mi is still alive.
The little eunuchs also knew that His Majesty and the chief steward were waiting impatiently and ran very fast.
The young eunuch approached and was about to sing his official name to pay his respects, but Wang Zhenliang waved his sleeves to stop them and turned them away.
Zhao Yizhi quickly approached Chang Mi: "Old Superintendent, are you ready?"
"There's still one step left." Chang Mi said in a trembling voice.
Seeing Chang Mi's appearance, Zhao Yizhi knew that he was doing it for himself and for Da Qi, and he couldn't help but feel a little distressed: "Old Superintendent, can someone else do it for you? If so, I will order someone to come here immediately."
Chang Mi shook his head gently: "No... no..."
"When I was in the field, I... used the longevity of three incense... to nourish this brush every day, so that it can absorb the dragon energy. Now... although the red brush is ready, it still needs... three years of Yangshou to protect it. Your Majesty can Carry it with you in case the dragon energy hits His Majesty!"
When Zhao Yizhi heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Manager Wang, go and summon a young eunuch to come over and reward him with a hundred taels of gold to help him live longer."
Chang Mi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Your Majesty, please wait... I have many disciples... If this matter... is really that simple, I still need to trouble you to give your Majesty's instructions... cough cough cough..."
"Can't ordinary people do it?" Zhao Yizhi frowned.
"It doesn't matter, three years of life is not too much. As long as I can leave this capital, it doesn't matter. I am the emperor, so use mine." Zhao Yizhi quickly figured it out. Three years of life can be exchanged for a lifetime of freedom. What a deal.
Chang Mi shook his head again: "Your Majesty knows nothing about celestial phenomena and numerology... that's no good."
"Old minister...observe the sky and predict yin and yang to calculate good or bad luck...sixty years...two lives, enough life...ahem...and I know a lot about astronomy...the lifespan is the most appropriate..."
"This won't work!"
Zhao Yizhi refused without even thinking about it. Chang Mi looks like this now, and if he has to borrow another three years of his life, he is afraid that he will die on the spot.
The loyal minister did not die in the Ancestral Temple but died in front of his own eyes. Executive Councilor Zhao Yi really couldn't accept it.
Zhao Yizhi's decisive answer made Chang Mi feel warm in his heart, and his thoughts became more determined: "Your Majesty... I have already calculated it... my life expectancy is exactly three years from midnight tonight!"
"If you don't die today... you will die in three years... Why bother to suffer more?"
Zhao Yizhi fell silent, having nothing to say.
Indeed, as Chang Mi is now, if he lives for another three years, he will suffer every day...
"Your Majesty, the time is coming! Come and sit in front of me!" Chang Mi looked at the dark night sky, his old yellow eyes staring at the stars. I really don't know how he could see.
"Your Majesty, Mr. Chang is sincere and loyal to the country, so he should be fulfilled." Wang Zhenliang's eyes filled with tears.
Qian Ning also nodded and said: "Your Majesty, please agree."
Zhao Yi stared at Chang Mi's sincere look, and finally walked forward, ignoring the dust on the ground, and sat directly on the ground.
"Knife...where is the knife?" Chang Mi saw the copper mace on Qian Ning's waist, and then he remembered that there was something missing.
Qian Ning did not hesitate and flew away. In the blink of an eye, he brought back a guard's waist knife and handed it to Chang Mi.
Chang Mi held the handle of the knife tremblingly and slowly pulled it out: "What a good knife...Old minister...When I was young, I wanted to be a warrior. But unfortunately...I have poor bones...This is the first time I have touched it... Knife..."
Zhao Yizhi looked at Chang Mi, who was as excited as a child, and felt his heart aching.
"puff!"
Chang Mi opened the box and placed it in front of him. Then, a flash of sword light flashed...
Blood flowed from Chang Mi's wrist in a steady stream, and all the blood flowed into the box.
Although he had been mentally prepared and knew that Chang Mi would make sacrifices, he did not expect to use such a straightforward method, and Zhao Yizhi couldn't bear it again.
I couldn't bear it and didn't say it.
Chang Mi watched the blood flow into the box, quickly submerging the ink pen, and then quickly being absorbed by it, smiling happily.
An old face bloomed like a flower.
After a while, the flow of blood on Chang Mi's wrist gradually slowed down, from flowing in like a gush to drop by drop...
Chang Mi looked up at the sky from time to time, his face pale.
The moon moves little by little.
Mid-month.
"Hahahaha! Okay! The time is just right!"
Chang Mi laughed, his face rosy, changing from the pale complexion just now.
Zhao Yizhi and the others understood that he was coming back to his senses and was already destined to die.
Chang Mi got up from the bamboo bed, grabbed the ink pen in the box, pointed it at the center of Zhao Yizhi's eyebrows, and was about to start writing.
Zhao Yizhi remained motionless, knowing that this was the critical moment.
The ink brush came close to his eyebrows, but stopped.
"I want to write a word between your majesty's eyebrows to draw the dragon's energy. I wonder what word your majesty wants to write?" Chang Mi asked with a smile.
"Can any word be used?" Zhao Yizhi asked.
Chang Mi nodded.
Zhao Yizhi lowered his eyes, remembered the beautiful figure in his heart, and said slowly: "Then just write the word 'Guan'."
"Okay! Observe! Your Majesty is the Nine-Fifth Supreme Being. He should observe the world, the world, and the common people!" Chang Mi started writing, and the dragons and phoenixes were flying in one stroke, and a blood-red word "Guan" appeared between Zhao Yizhi's eyebrows.
"I also want to see that magnificent sweetheart..." Chang Mi's hands began to tremble.
He put the ink pen into Zhao Yizhi's hand and pressed it hard: "Your Majesty, please take this seriously..."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, a smile appeared on Chang Mi's lips and he fell down...
Zhao Yizhi wanted to reach out and pull it, but suddenly felt that the center of his eyebrows was hot and hot, and the blood-red word "Guan" suddenly changed from blood-red to golden light.
"ah!"
Zhao Yizhi couldn't bear it anymore and screamed out.
The ink pen on his hand also glowed with golden light for a moment, echoing the word "Guan" between his eyebrows.
Wang Zhenliang and Qian Ning, seeing this scene, reached out and grabbed each other at the same time, fearing that the other party would not be able to hold back and rush forward to spoil things.
Soon, the golden light gradually dimmed, the ink pen was still the same ink pen, and the word "Guan" between the eyebrows had disappeared. But Zhao Yizhi could feel that there was a fiery word "Guan" between his eyebrows that he could not erase.
"Old Superintendent..."
Zhao Yizhi looked at Chang Mi who was lying on the ground with a smile on his face, and was choked with sobs when he spoke.
"Your Majesty, how do you feel now?"
When Wang Zhenliang and Qian Ning saw that Zhao Yizhi had calmed down, they stepped forward and asked cautiously.
Zhao Yizhi stood up and said: "Have a good time and bury the old supervisor with royal courtesy."
Then he looked up at the dark night sky. A gust of south wind suddenly blew up, which made Wang Zhenliang and the two unable to open their eyes. However, Zhao Yizhi took advantage of the wind and took off towards the north.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Yizhi had arrived at the wall in the north of the city.
The surrounding guards noticed someone approaching, hurriedly alerted, and surrounded him with guns and knives. When they saw clearly the dragon robe on Zhao Yizhi's body, no one dared to make a mistake. They all fell to their knees and shouted long live the mountain.
Zhao Yizhi walked towards the city wall, holding his spiritual consciousness as steps under his feet, Zhao Yizhi stepped onto the city wall.
"His Majesty!"
The surrounding guards panicked and shouted in unison, but no one dared to step forward to stop him.
Zhao Yizhi felt the word "Guan" between his eyebrows, just like the hand held by Guan Chenzi back then.
Warm.
Take one step slowly.
"His Majesty!"
The imperial guards all stood up and rushed over. If the emperor fell to his death on the north city wall, one of them would be counted as one, and none of the nine tribes would be able to escape. They would all be punished.
It's just that they are in a hurry and fail to consider that point. The world may not know it, but everyone in the capital knows that he is a good emperor.
Zhao Yizhi stood firmly without falling, and his consciousness was still there.
But now Zhao Yizhi doesn't care at all whether he will fall or not. He closed his eyes and carefully felt the changes in the dragon's energy and the emperor's energy in his body.
The imperial energy flows slowly in the body, still condensing; the dragon energy also flows out slowly from the body along the word "Guan" between the eyebrows, and is injected into the ink pen in the hand.
From the ink brush, new dragon aura emerges in strands, flowing along the center of the eyebrows and into the body.
Normal, Zhao Yizhi just feels normal now.
"I... came out!" Zhao Yizhi looked under him, confirming over and over again that the position where his feet were standing was no longer within the capital.
The surrounding Imperial Guards could neither see nor feel the dragon energy. They could only see His Majesty the Emperor stepping out of the city wall and floating in the air...
The sound of armor plates shaking sounded, and all the guards knelt down in unison.
Zhao Yizhi turned around, looked at the imperial guards, and asked loudly: "Gentlemen, are you willing to follow me to conquer Beiyi?"
This question made all the Imperial Guards a little stunned. Why are they suddenly going to conquer Beiyi in the middle of the night? Or is His Majesty going to conquer it himself?
Although the Imperial Guards did not know the details, they still responded in unison.
"I am willing to follow Your Majesty to conquer the Northern Yi!"
"I am willing to follow Your Majesty to conquer the Northern Yi!"
"I am willing to follow Your Majesty to conquer the Northern Yi!"
In addition to the North City Gate, shouts came from all the other three city gates: East City, West City, and South City. The people in the city were all awakened and walked out of their homes to check the situation.
Zhao Yizhi's voice spread throughout Jinling City...
