Chaoge South Gate.
Zishou and six ministers of the cabinet sent King Wu Cheng out of the city.
After all, he is the uncle of the state, so he has to give him enough face.
Wen Zhong, Bigan, Wei Ziqi, Shang Rong, Mei Bo, and Zhao Qi, who received an appointment from Qishui and returned to Chaoge, all drank with Huang Feihu to practice.
Wen Zhong stood on the city gate, watching King Wu Cheng sit down and the five-colored sacred bull rise into the sky, take one step out, and disappear into the sky with a moo, he felt suddenly worried about gain and loss, always feeling worried.
"Your Majesty...the rebels have moved south, and Fang State in the north does not have enough troops to stop Yuan Futong."
"If we wait for Marquis Xibo to lead his troops, I'm afraid it will be too late."
Zishou suddenly looked at Wen Zhong in surprise.
"Grand Master, do you want to lead troops to Beihai to quell the rebellion?"
Master Wen:...
"Old minister, do you really mean this?"
"Old minister, shouldn't you mean this?"
Master Wen suddenly frowned.
Once Beihai rebels, he immediately sends an order to Xiqi to raise troops to put down the rebellion.
He had planned this matter with the king in Jiujian Palace before he killed the Qishui River God.
He knew this arrangement well.
How could I come up with the idea of going to Beihai in person out of nowhere?
Zi Shou nodded.
"The Grand Master really shouldn't have this idea."
"Now that the cabinet has just been decided, you are the chief assistant of the cabinet and shoulder the important task of annotating the memorial to the world."
"How could you leave Chaoge and go to Beihai?"
"I am a great businessman and I have no one left. I want you, an eighty-year-old man, to go to the battlefield?"
Wen Zhong: "...Your Majesty, I am a practitioner and my life span is thousands of years. Eighty years is the beginning of life span."
When Shang Rong heard this, he was immediately shocked, his eyes gleamed, and his whole body.
"Longevity for a thousand years!"
"Master, have you become a bastard?"
Shang Rong's old face twitched, holding back his anger, fearing that a slap would send the old man to the hospital again, but Shang Rong's words made him vomit blood in anger.
"Grand Master, Lord Chief Assistant, look at me, do you still have a chance to become an immortal?"
"I also want to be a bastard for a thousand years."
The amount of support the child receives.
Master Wen closed his old eyes, breathed a deep sigh of relief, and then said one word.
"Certainly!"
Shang Rong immediately stood there, his expression stiff, and everything he wanted to say was held in his mouth.
Wen Zhongdao:
"As the chief minister of the cabinet, I am considerate of my subordinates."
"Since the old prime minister wants to cultivate immortality, he should stand on this wall for a day."
"At this moment, the sun is rising, the purple air is coming from the east, and the dew is beginning to fall. It is a good time to drink the wind and eat the dew."
"This wind should be the northwest wind. The northwest wind comes from Kunlun. It is rich in immortal energy and is most suitable for practice."
"Old Prime Minister, please smoke for a long time first."
"This body-fixing technique will be released at noon."
Shang Rong:......
"Old Master, can I say something bad?"
Wen Zhong: "Feng!"
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All the ministers were trembling, and no one dared to intercede with Shang Rong.
Zi Shou's mouth twitched and his eyes twitched. He felt that it was too wise to form a cabinet.
He never wanted to see this kind of minister again.
The gods will rise.
He was going to take advantage of the BUFF of the national fortune and go around to pick up corpses to expand the prison team.
"The old prime minister is old and gets thirsty easily. Remember to give him more water."
Before leaving, Zi Shou explained some of the city wall guards.
Shang Rong suddenly shivered and felt uncomfortable in his lower abdomen.
"Shang Rong, you really want to die!"
"I have been cautious all my life. Why can't I suddenly stop keeping my mouth shut when I am old?"
Shang Rong felt extremely regretful.
Just now, he felt a tremor all over his body, his energy and blood surged, and he blurted out a bunch of nonsense.
Now that I think about it, it's really not his style.
Shang Rong suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from his crotch: Woohoo!
Guard: Old Prime Minister, would you like a drink of water?
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Dashang straight way.
During his six years in office, Emperor Xin mobilized the most labor, took the longest time to start construction, and spent the most money on imperial projects.
This road, with Chaoge as the center, leads directly to the four seas and wastelands, all the princes and eight hundred countries.
After five years of practice, the main road was finally completed.
Xiqi, the end of the Great Shang Road, leads directly to Xiqi City.
Outside Xiqi City.
There is a quaint long pavilion in front of the inn door.
There are bluestone-carved tables and stools in the pavilion. Fresh fruits are placed on the table, and a chessboard is in the middle.
A young man with a scholarly temperament and an old man with deep eyes were chatting while playing chess.
"Father, I have just received a tip-off that Beihai Yuan Futong has rebelled."
"The time to start the army is one year earlier than you deduced."
The old man had a calm expression and said calmly:
"The secret is unpredictable."
"For us mortals to be able to catch a glimpse of the secrets of heaven is already disrespectful."
"How can you predict that everything will happen exactly like God, every second?"
After that, the old man took out a wooden disk. In the disk, two long needles pointed at the positions one and twelve respectively, and there was also a thin needle that kept beating.
"When it comes to minutes and seconds, our king is a genius."
"The invention of the clock allows us mortals to control time."
"It's a pity that our human race can no longer obtain merit. Otherwise, with this one thing, the longevity king who supports the beam and replaces the pillars can reach the sky in one step and become an immortal with merit."
The young scholar sighed.
"Father, how long have you praised Emperor Xin more than you have praised your ministers?"
"Have you forgotten that we are going to rebel?"
The old man glanced at the young scholar calmly, and the young man suddenly became silent and did not dare to say anything.
"rebel?"
"Whose rebellion?"
"I just want to do what a son of man should do."
"In order to prevent our Xiqi from rising, Wen Ding imprisoned your grandfather Ji Li under the pretext and brutally killed him in prison."
"This feud is just a family feud."
"However, as a minister, I admire this king very much."
"In the past few years since he took the throne, he has opened canals and straight roads, and used the work-for-relief method to gather refugees from all over the world for these two unprecedented actions."
"With this policy alone, big businessmen no longer have to worry about refugees causing chaos."
"I am ashamed of Ji Chang with this kind of vision and courage."
Say it.
The young scholar was shocked.
He originally thought that these two unprecedented projects were to connect the four directions and increase the Shang Dynasty's control over the surrounding countries.
Unexpectedly, there was such a deep conspiracy hidden in it.
The young scholar was Boyikao, the eldest son of Ji Chang and the most famous prince in Xiqi. He was as gentle as jade and extremely talented, especially proficient in playing the piano.
The old man is none other than Xibohou Jichang.
Boyikao was worried and asked: "...Father, the Shang Dynasty is now very powerful. Their cavalry and gunpowder are comparable to the power of gods. Can we really defeat them?"
Ji Chang shook his head calmly and glanced at the sky.
"This world is not the world of the human race after all."
"It doesn't matter what the national strength of Dashang is."
"Even if they have the power of gunpowder and the ability to cast iron, they are still ordinary people and cannot escape this terrifying fate."
"We, the human race, have been attached to the immortals and gods since hundreds of millions of years ago. The most important thing to us is not our strength, but who decides our destiny."
"Since forty years ago, the Immortal of the Golden Spirit Mother in Biyou Palace ordered Wen Zhong to come down from the mountain to assist Wen Ding, the fate of Emperor Xin has been decided."
"This is destiny, and destiny cannot be violated!"
Ji Chang's old eyes suddenly became powerful, and he scattered the black and white chess pieces in his hand, scattering a pattern on the chessboard.
"The way of heaven is chaotic, but the destiny remains unchanged."
"The Beihai rebellion has started. Wen Zhong will raise troops to put down the rebellion soon. This is his fate!"
"When there is no one left in the Shang Dynasty, it will be the best time for this king to avenge his father!"
Before Ji Chang could finish his words, suddenly a black shadow fell from the sky!
Moo!
He suddenly raised his head and saw a five-color sacred cow in the sky raising its head and roaring!
Ji Chang was shocked!
Why did the cow go to heaven?
Just when he was shocked.
Huang Feihu, wearing a purple gold crown and golden battle armor, sat on the back of a five-color sacred bull and jumped down!
A golden gun fell from the sky in his hand and was inserted on the edge of the pavilion.
"Xibo Hou Jichang accepts the order!"
"From now on, we will immediately lead one hundred thousand troops and set off at starry night to go to Beihai to put down the rebellion!"
"The situation is urgent and there must be no mistakes!"
