The temptation was too great, and all the ministers were very excited and tried every means to achieve political achievements.
The Minister of Household Affairs works hard to make money and profits; the Minister of Industry considers river embankment protection, agriculture, housing and transportation, and recruits various skilled craftsmen; the ministers in charge of diplomacy work hard to deal with other countries and engage in trade; the Ministry of War trains troops every day, eyeing the surrounding countries; the officials The ministry began to build colleges and train talents... The whole country was in full swing.
There were also people who were doing trouble secretly, but were caught before they could get away with it.
For a time, everyone became honest.
It was not until a long time later, when looking at the growing strength and prosperity of Da Chu, that the ministers finally realized: Why did they listen to His Majesty so much?
The old ministers stroked their beards and sighed, a bunch of melons, only discovered now? late.
But what if it is discovered? Didn't they also earnestly urge their juniors to serve the people wholeheartedly, work hard to achieve political achievements, and stand out among the crowd?
As expected, Your Majesty cannot be underestimated.
This is the 20th year since Xihe established Dachu. The monarch and his ministers are in harmony, and the people have more options.
They can study for imperial examinations, do business, or join a sect to practice martial arts. Everyone is working hard. All calculations and conspiracies are ruthlessly eliminated by the powerful Queen. They only need to determine their goals and then work hard to achieve them.
The old minister of the former dynasty who used to scold Xihe Hen Ji Sichen has silently shut up.
The literati who admired Xihe did not hesitate to write poems in capital letters and praise Her Majesty the Queen eloquently. They ran to the palace gate and knelt down and shouted: Please do it for another hundred years!
Xihe: ...Farewell, farewell, I will run away as soon as thirty years are up.
She could sit comfortably on the throne and handle all kinds of political affairs at her fingertips, only Fang Qinglin suffered.
He is a disciple of the Taichu Sect, Fang Wuxia, who has a good reputation in the world and is praised by everyone. He is a master of swordsmanship. He is gentle, clear and upright.
He should have been free and easy, wielding his sword to the end of the world, but for her, he had to work hard in the court.
As a queen, she could not leave the capital easily, so he was trapped in the imperial city for more than twenty years.
Xihe felt that he was so sorry for him!
Fang Qinglin: "Actually, being an official is quite interesting."
Xihe groaned: "Really, you didn't lie to me?"
Fang Qinglin slowly folded up the reviewed memorial, put down the writing brush, then lightly clasped the Queen's waist, rubbed her hibiscus face with his fingertips, and said meaningfully: "Of all the queens in the world, Your Majesty is the best, and I am as happy as ever."
Xihe: ...Blinking his eyes, he didn't react for a long time.
It wasn't until Fang Qinglin slowly continued to review the memorial that he realized what this guy meant.
She blushed furiously and said why this bastard always liked to call her "Your Majesty" and also liked to talk to her at the imperial court... She was so embarrassed that she punched him: "Give me back my pure and kind Fang Wuxia!"
Thanks to her, she still felt guilty, she was having fun cooperating with this guy.
However, Xihe still found an excuse to go out of the palace with someone and visit his two silly sons on the way.
The two of them led a carriage and set off from the capital in a staggering way just like before. They stopped and walked, ate and drank, and it took more than a month to arrive at the Taichu Sect.
Today, the Taichu Sect is conducting a disciple competition, and the top ten can enter six doors.
At this time, there was a young man on the stage with red robes like fire and exquisite facial features. He had a hammer in his hand and was smashing them one by one! Bang bang bang!
"Who else is coming up?"
The young man was very arrogant and flamboyant.
A group of disciples complained and complained: "Senior Brother, I don't want you to bully others like this."
The young man raised his chin and said, "I'm just bullying you. Hit me if you can."
Suddenly, the young man caught sight of something, grinned, pointed at the crowd and said, "That one over there, come up and sign with me!"
Everyone glanced at each other and saw a man and woman dressed luxuriously and with outstanding appearance.
Xihe's face turned dark and he gritted his teeth: "Whose young master are you?"
The young man shrank his neck and chuckled: "It's from your family, it's from your family." He jumped up and ran over happily, spreading his arms, "Mom and Dad, my son wants you to death!"
Like a big dog, it cuddles up in the arms of its parents and rubs against it.
Xihe couldn't help but laugh: "You brat."
Returning to Fang Yuyao's small courtyard, when asked about his eldest son, Fang Yuyao looked nonchalant: "He recognized a master at the foot of the mountain and aspired to be a miracle doctor."
Xihe was slightly stunned. Being a doctor was in line with the child's temperament.
In the evening, Fang Yuyao took them to find his eldest son. The boy was collecting medicine in the yard.
Under the big tree, a slovenly old man crossed his legs, scratched his feet, and shouted loudly: "Wrong, wrong, wrong, how can Cassia and Jun Qianzi be put together! Oh, you are going to make the old man mad... "
The young man has a very good temper. Even when he is scolded, he still smiles: "Master, I'm sorry, I haven't learned this."
The old man exploded and his eyes widened with anger: "You mean I'm making trouble unreasonably?"
The eyes on the young man's handsome face were curved into a beautiful arc: "If you tell it this time, this disciple will remember it."
He was so well-behaved and obedient that the old man was too embarrassed to lose his temper. He muttered and lay back on the chair: "Humph, with your qualifications, if it weren't for the old man, you would never be able to get ahead in your life!"
Xihe felt heartbroken and pushed the door open: "Ming'er!"
Fang Yuming turned his head, surprise bursting out of his eyes. He hurriedly put down the medicinal materials in his hand and ran over: "Mom! Dad? Why are you here?"
His eyes were pure, he was visibly happy, and his whole body was filled with joy.
Xihe touched the boy's furry head and said with a soft heart: "Come and see my little boy."
The young man smiled shyly, remembered something, turned around and introduced: "Mom, dad, this is my master! His medical skills are very good!"
As soon as they entered the door, Yao Lao saw them. They looked majestic and majestic, even more impressive than the prefect! I suddenly felt guilty, and I didn’t know if I heard what I just said...
Fang Qinglin smiled and said hello: "You are so stupid because of your stupidity."
Yao Lao: It’s over, it’s over, I must have heard it!
Until dinner in the evening, Yao Lao was still in a panic. Seeing that his son was pure, kind and intelligent, he tricked him into becoming his disciple without even asking his parents if they agreed. What should he do now? Will he not let Ming'er go? Become a disciple?
So, when Xihe asked about his son's situation, Yao Lao changed his attitude and praised him wildly.
Fang Yuming:? ? What is the master saying?
Yao Lao's face turned red, but he risked his life for his disciples!
Xihe was funny, but he didn't make things difficult for him. This old man was quite interesting.
Next, they watched their youngest son win the championship and enter the Six Gates with a group of disciples. Then they watched their eldest son learn medical skills from the old man, and then they set off again to the Piaomiao Gate.
Xihe went here, firstly, to see how he was doing, and secondly, to find out whether Master Jing'an had come back.
Everything went as expected. With her, the empress who was once the senior sister, the Piao Miao Sect has developed very well in recent years. There are more disciples with excellent qualifications. There is also a women's college built at the foot of the mountain, which is full of women.
The leader is a female disciple with average facial features, who gives off a calm and stable feeling, and is very respectful when seeing her.
Xihe greeted her for a few words, then let her go about her business, and then opened Master Jing'an's bedroom.
The house was kept in perfect condition, with no signs of tampering.
Xihe couldn't help but sigh, shouldn't the master's wife have passed away somewhere?
Fang Qinglin patted her hand comfortingly: "Don't worry, Master Taiji has his own destiny, and everything will be fine."
Xihe nodded, now he can only think like this.
There were many things going on in the court, and they couldn't stay outside for too long. They met the disciples and then rushed back to the capital... In the next ten years, until she abdicated and the new emperor ascended the throne, there was no news about Master Jing'an.
At that time, Xihe was already over fifty years old, but because he had reached the highest level of cultivation, he looked no more than thirty.
Fang Qinglin is still as green as ever. He has satisfied his official addiction and is happy to wander around the world with her.
Perhaps because they were holding back, the two of them rarely stayed in the same place for more than half a year, and they left so quickly that it was difficult for others to find them.
Five years later, they returned from beyond the Great Wall and brought back a woman.
The woman claimed her surname was Chen, and she was a close disciple of Master Jing'an.
According to what she said, she met Master Jing'an in a deep mountain. Master Jing'an was wearing a monk's robe and a nun's hat. Her clothes were in tatters and she was studying a book of exercises.
At first, Master Jing'an was lukewarm to her, and she ignored everything she said.
She cleaned the cave, washed and cooked food for the teacher, and told the teacher about the outside world. She said that the queen came to the throne and brought them new food. She would no longer have to go hungry. She also said that a school had been set up in the town. wait.
She talked about her father and brother who were killed by bandits, about how she was almost beaten to death and ran away from her husband's house as fast as she could - Master Jing'an finally paid attention to her and accepted her as a disciple.
Xihe was silent: "Master, my father and brother were killed in the early years, and later I killed my enemy with my own hands."
Chen Xiu'e suddenly realized: "That's the truth. No wonder my master is willing to accept me as his disciple despite my mediocre qualifications."
Xihe picked up the secret book given to Chen Xiu'e by his master, which was the Taiyin Sutra and Zhengyang Kung Fu, as well as a third of the secret book.
Chen Xiu'e was surprised: "Master only asked me to practice the Taiyin Sutra, saying that the Zhengyang method has flaws. She hasn't understood the secret... yet."
Xihe opened it and looked at it, and couldn't help but admire that Master Jing'an was also a genius in martial arts and could actually understand the real secrets of the immortal family! It's a pity that she is old and does not have enough time to understand.
She couldn't help but sigh. The master must have known about Xie Hongling's existence, but in the end he let her go.
Perhaps it was just like that time when the whole family was wiped out and she was the only one left alive.
She put away the secret book: "In front of you is the Piaomiao Gate. You should be here in the future."
Chen Xiu'e looked at the mountains ahead and nodded happily. Ever since she knew that the master was from the Piaomiao Sect, she couldn't wait to come!
She ran forward two steps, thought of something, turned around and asked, "Senior sister, have you seen Her Majesty the Queen?"
Xihe smiled and nodded: "I've seen it."
Chen Xiu'e was pleasantly surprised: "How is your majesty? Is it particularly good?"
Xihe smiled implicitly: "You will know later."
Chen Xiu'e nodded heavily, turned around and jumped towards the mountain ahead, which was noisy.
Xihe looked at the man beside him with a soft smile: "Mr., let's go."
Fang Qinglin held her hand tightly, and the two walked towards the carriage, their backs matched: "Where do you want to go this time?"
"Jiangnan, right? In March, the peach blossoms bloom."
"good."
(End of chapter)
