Chaoge.
Deep inside the royal palace where the common people were banned.
Wow!
The sound of breaking porcelain was heard, followed by the crisp call of a delicate oriole.
"Quickly notify the imperial doctor, the king is awake!"
at this time.
On the bed, a gentle young man opened his eyes tiredly and let out a long breath.
"Hey, I fell tired again."
In fact, he is a time traveler.
A few years ago, he traveled to the Shang Dynasty and became the conquered king of the Yin and Shang Dynasties - Emperor Xin Zishou.
Moreover, there is no system!
What a sinkhole start.
However, Zi Shou is not a character who just sits back and waits for death. He has already passed through it, so why not make some contribution to mankind?
the years that followed.
In order to resist the fate of national subjugation and genocide, he has been working hard to govern.
As a new youth in the 21st century, it is too easy to deal with a group of ministers from thousands of years ago.
Now, he has become an eternal sage in the hearts of civil and military officials, common people, and concubines in the harem.
At this time, a woman dressed in yellow stood respectfully beside the bed. She was holding a medicine jar in her hand, and her pretty face was filled with tears.
This woman with stunning bright eyes is his queen.
Queen Jiang, Jiang Wenying.
"How long have I been asleep?"
Zi Shou twisted his neck and made up his mind not to stay up late. People died suddenly before other countries were destroyed.
"My lord, you have been sleeping for three days."
The woman quickly put down the decoction, wiped her tears, and walked behind Zi Meng to help him rub his shoulders.
Zi Shou sighed.
In his previous life, as a single man whose mother had been pregnant for twenty years, he was most afraid of women crying.
Zi Shou stretched out his hand and wiped away the woman's tears:
"Queen, you are the mother of a country, don't cry all the time."
Jiang Wenying blushed when Di Xin looked at her. She let Zi Shou touch her sensitive cheek and wiped away her tears. The sensitive touch made her soften and she lay in Zi Shou's arms with a cry.
She looked at Zi Shou's handsome profile and couldn't help but sigh in her heart: What kind of blessings did the little girl have in her previous life to be able to serve a monarch like the king?
Jiang Wenying blushed with embarrassment, struggled to get up from Zi Shou's arms, and said shyly:
"Your Majesty, please rest for a few more days."
"The witch doctor has prepared the medicinal soup here for you. Drink it while it's hot."
"In the evening, I will wait for you to go to bed."
Zishou couldn't help but shudder. He almost vomited the medicine. He waved his hand helplessly and said:
"Put down the medicine first and let the guards summon Shang Rong to see me."
"The agricultural development plan he is responsible for promoting is almost over."
When Jiang Wenying heard this, tears were about to burst out of her eyes again, but she held back and turned to leave.
She knew that in her husband's heart, he pretended to be the country.
The great merchants are now serving guests from all over the world, paying tribute from all barbarians, the country is at peace, and all the people are happy and prosperous.
All this is due to the husband.
This kind of achievement would be something anyone would be proud of.
However.
My husband's eyes, in the past six months, have been like a deep ancient well with no end in sight.
It's like, there is a big mountain that will always press on his heart.
I even have no energy left to make a baby.
"Go, your Majesty has an order to summon old Prime Minister Shang Rong to see you."
Jiang Wenying left the bedroom, immediately regained her usual dignity, and ordered a guard to summon Shang Rong.
She turned around and left, went straight to the east kitchen of the palace, and ordered the cook to make a pot of pheasant soup.
The king worked hard to heal his body, and she worked hard to replenish his body!
Heirs are the foundation for the prosperity of a dynasty!
Husband.
This pheasant soup is Peng Zu’s secret recipe.
Jiang Wenying clenched her fists!
…
One stick of incense time.
"Deng Deng Deng!"
Outside Shouxian Palace, footsteps sounded.
"Your Majesty, my old minister Shang Rong is here to greet you!"
Just as Zi Shou was pinching his nose and drinking the decoction, an upright old man's voice came from outside the door.
This old man ran pretty fast.
Zishou just wanted to get up to greet him, but unfortunately his body was a little weak, so he could only shake his head and said:
"Prime Minister, please come in."
As soon as Zi Shou finished speaking, an old man in official uniform with white beard and hair walked in holding a stack of folding notes.
As soon as he entered the door, Shang Rong saw Zi Shou's bloodless face. He put the fold on the Eight Immortals table in a panic, picked up his official uniform, knelt on the ground, and said sadly:
"The incompetence of the humble minister has brought trouble to the king!"
"Please, Your Majesty, punish me!"
Just touch her forehead and let the woman cry. Why are you crying like an old guy? Aren't you dirtying my eyes?
He curled his lips angrily:
"Get up quickly. He is already in his seventies or eighty, and his bones are almost dry."
"Nowadays, among the civil and military officials, you have the heaviest burden. If you fall, who can share the burden of the world for me?"
Zi Shou's casual words unexpectedly moved Shang Rong to tears.
He suddenly burst into tears and wished he could go to hell for his son.
"Your Majesty, now in the court hall, Wen You Bigan, Wei Ziqi, Ji Zi, Boyi, Shu Qi, Wu Youwen, Grand Master, and General Huang are frightening everyone.
How dare I ask for credit when I am nothing more than a withered bone in a tomb? "
"Okay, okay, let's talk about the progress."
Zi Shou quickly interrupted.
After being moved, Shang Rong said solemnly:
"Your Majesty, the various agricultural facilities, tools, and guidance techniques you have created have all been extended to our Dachang territory. The priority pilot projects in Jizhou, Xuzhou and other places have been quite effective. With waterwheels and open channels, the dry land is no longer Even if there is water shortage or flooded areas, the flood can be discharged quickly.”
"However, there are still a few places that are still being implemented due to the ignorance of the people..."
Zi Shou nodded.
It is inevitable that any policy will encounter some obstacles.
In the pre-Qin era, it was much easier to promote policies.
"Prime Minister, you've done a good job, but you can't slack off yet."
"This is only our first five-year plan for agricultural development. There will only be a second and third one..."
"At that time, my people, the Great Shang, will no longer beg the gods for a drop of rain, but will rely on their own hands to divert water for irrigation."
Shang Rong's heart surged when he heard Zi Shou's words.
He quietly wiped away his tears, stood up, hunched over, hesitated for a long time, and couldn't help but ask:
"Your Majesty, our great business community is now in a state of unprecedented prosperity."
"The princes from all directions and the barbarian tribes from all directions are like the stars and the bright moon compared with our great merchants. As long as the king gives an order, all the land of Jiuzhou will be included in the territory of great merchants."
"You taught the twenty-four solar terms to control the agriculture and mulberry trees, and made clocks to teach humans how to work and rest. You also made paper, printing, and even made gunpowder to control the power of thunder in the heaven and earth!"
"You build the Great Shang Straight Road, connect the thousands of miles of canals, and connect the world as one."
"The world has been prosperous and peaceful for a long time! Your achievements can rival those of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, and can shock thousands of years. Why are you still so worried and worried?"
"This time, your royal body was injured and you were left lying there for half a year, which frightened the old minister."
"I really don't understand."
When Shang Shou finished speaking, he burst into tears.
Zishou drank a mouthful of nourishing soup and was stunned when he heard Shang Rong's cry.
did not expect.
This upright veteran who was killed at the foot of the Nine Palaces was also quite good at flattering.
This rainbow fart slap made me cry, it was very good.
"Have I been so successful?"
Zi Shou sighed.
In order to keep Dashang alive and to keep himself alive, he tried his best and drained himself.
Oil, black powder, clocks, straight roads, and inns were all created.
Recently, advanced irrigation and flood prevention facilities have been vigorously promoted in Dashang.
This plan was called Dashang’s first five-year agricultural development plan, also known as the Nanniwan Plan.
Shang Rong is the general person in charge of Nanniwan.
Over the years, the 70-year-old man has been traveling abroad. It was not until recently that the Nanniwan project was basically completed that he returned to Chaoge.
actually.
He didn't want to work so hard either.
Isn't Chi Lin happy with the meat and wine?
He also wants to see the demon fox dancing in the colorful feathers, and he also wants to ignore state affairs and never come to court in the morning!
Zishou drank the big tonic soup in his hand.
Just a pity.
This is the world of gods, not historical time and space!
At first, he thought this place was from the Shang Dynasty, and he dreamed of conquering the Aryans, conquering the Nile River westward, and unifying the world.
When the country is strong and the court is stable, you can imitate the emperor of the Ming Dynasty and lie down.
Until half a year ago, he saw with his own eyes that Master Wen opened his heavenly eyes and slayed evil spirits; Huang Feihu stepped into the sky on a five-color sacred cow, and suddenly collapsed to the ground, his mentality collapsed.
This is the Conferred God, what’s the use of working hard to govern?
In a world controlled by immortals and gods, even if he dominates the human world, he cannot control his own destiny.
He knew that no matter what happened to Feng Mixin, he could not escape the gods' calculations.
At that time, he will be bewitched by the fox demon, trap Zhongliang, kill his wife and children, and finally end up with the tragic end of betraying his relatives and setting himself on fire in Zhaixing Tower.
…
From that day on.
He abandoned himself in the harem for seven days, but he still couldn't bear to see several years of hard work go to waste.
He got up from the gentle country and decided to rebel against the gods as a mortal.
He racked his brains to get out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, trying to verify whether the plot of meritorious deeds and sainthood in the Internet article was feasible.
It's a pity that there is no purple energy coming from the east, and there is no golden cloud of merit dozens of miles away.
The stories that if you make a piece of paper and drill it into a fire, merit will come to you and you will ascend to heaven in one step, they are all false.
He revealed to Wen Zhong his idea of cultivating immortality, and wanted Wen Zhong to call some big guys from Jie Jiao to come over and give him some pointers.
However, when the old master heard this, he directly drew out his male and female whips and said to him:
"After the Five Emperors, human kings are not allowed to practice."
"Once you practice it, it will bring disaster to the entire dynasty."
"This is the iron law set by the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors."
Zi Shou was unwilling to accept it and secretly found many practitioners who were officials in the court. Unfortunately, they all got the same explanation.
Merit cannot sanctify.
The king cannot practice Buddhism.
There are far more secrets hidden in the Conferred Gods than the legends he knows.
After his attempt at spiritual practice failed, Zishou did not give up and began to think hard about other methods.
Finally one day, he got a sentence out of Wen Zhong's mouth.
"The king has the destiny of the country to protect him, and the immortals and gods are retreating. Why do you think about practicing all day long?"
Zi Shou suddenly remembered that he had a natural BUFF - National Luck!
Those who are blessed by national luck will be avoided by immortals and gods and should not be approached.
In the original timeline, Emperor Xin wrote obscene poems to blaspheme Nuwa, but Nuwa did not dare to punish her directly. Instead, she let the nine-tailed fox enter the imperial court, ruining the fortunes of the great merchants and the country with the gentleness of the fox-eared lady.
It can be seen that as long as there is no woman in his heart, the fate of the country is almost an invincible defense.
From that day on, Zishou redoubled his efforts and racked his brains to improve the national strength!
The first five-year agricultural development plan, the first five-year industrial enlightenment plan, the first five-year cultural promotion plan...
Promoted nationwide one after another!
What?
Is there any noble resistance?
And Zhu Wu confuses people's hearts?
When my foolish and loyal master heard that Zhong was here, he cut them all down!
Resisting reform is regicide and usurping the throne!
Only when Dashang has strong national power and prosperous fortune can he feel at ease.
The fortune of the country is still there, so the immortal cultivators dare not take action against him!
certainly!
Just enhancing the national destiny is not enough!
He also made many arrangements within his power for the Conferred God.
For example, the Beihai Rebellion, the Incense Drops in Nuwa's Palace, and Su Hu's rebellion against merchants are some of the key nodes that are about to happen.
He also took Wen Zhong together to plot secretly.
Fortunately, Wen Zhong was absolutely loyal. When Zi Shou asked him to lead troops to burn down Biyou Palace, he would light the fire without hesitation, regardless of the reason.
…
However, Zi Shou knew in his heart that this was just a temporary measure.
He sighed and shook his head. Cold sweat broke out behind Shang Rong, thinking that he had said the wrong thing.
Zi Shou counts the days.
It is now the sixth year of Emperor Xin's reign.
There is still one year left until the seventy princes in Beihai rebel and hear that the Grand Master is marching north.
Emperor Xin seven years.
The falling incense from the shady Nuwa Palace will be the prelude to the decline of this empire!
At the same time, the fourth immeasurable catastrophe of the prehistoric times, the Great Tribulation of the Gods, officially began.
He is an emperor with three thousand beauties in his harem, how could he be attracted to a clay elephant?
Among them, it is strange that there is no black hand.
This was also the place he couldn't figure out the most.
It stands to reason that since he has the protection of the country and is not afraid of magic and magic, it is impossible for the gods to be unable to touch him.
But in history, it did happen that King Zhou wrote obscene poems and blasphemed Nuwa.
It seems that those superior gods have found a trick to deal with him.
Zi Shou's tapping on the table became faster and faster, and Shang Rong sweated more and more on his head. He felt extremely regretful.
Teach you to talk more!
Teach you to talk more!
Mouth is short!
Zishou didn't notice anything unusual about Shang Rong and let out a long sigh.
Nuwa Palace was a big stone weighing on his heart.
On Nuwa's birthday, if he goes.
He will definitely fall into conspiracies and conspiracies and write obscene poems to blaspheme Nuwa.
At that time, Nuwa was dragged into the water, and the Yin and Shang Dynasties could not escape the fate of destruction no matter how strong their national power was.
If he didn't go, it would be disrespectful to Nuwa.
I'm afraid that the nine-tailed fox will still come to Chaoge.
He was full of fear of this fox that had ruined the fate of Emperor Xin's bodyguard and country.
no!
Zi Shou stood up suddenly and Shang Rong was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.
He slapped the table hard!
If you want to control your own destiny, you can't just work hard. 007 will die suddenly sooner or later every day!
He wanted to fight the immortals.
There is only one way!
Practice!
Master the power of killing gods and create weapons that kill gods!
"I must cultivate immortality!"
"If Zhong doesn't cooperate, I'll ask someone else. There are many great businessmen who are cultivators of immortality."
Zi Shou's eyes were firm and he clenched his fists!
Only those who are powerful enough to kill immortals and slay gods can find an opportunity in the conspiracy of Nuwa Palace.
"Ding!"
Just as he was pondering.
Suddenly, a clear and sweet sound sounded.
Zi Shou was shocked.
system!
After waiting for several years, Goldfinger is finally here?
Sure enough, it is standard equipment for time travellers, how could he not have it!
It seems that only by establishing BUFF can the system awaken.
"Come on, tell me what you're good for?"
Zishou continued to wait for the system prompt tone, but he was answered by the quiet air.
? ?
System crashed?
Buzz!
He was in a daze when suddenly a bright white light appeared. The light absorbed his soul, making him feel that the world was collapsing and time and space were shrinking. Then his soul was sucked away by this white light and entered a mysterious space.
He felt like his consciousness was being pushed by a steamroller, squeezing into this space. His head was dizzy and his whole body felt bad.
When he regained consciousness, his vision gradually became clear, and a surprised voice sounded.
"Hey, welcome to the new inmates."
