Heavenly prison.
Watchtower.
Zhou Yifan was feeling depressed, so he came here to look far away, and half of the imperial city was visible.
Feel the infinity of heaven and earth, and know the number of ups and downs.
Climb high, look far, and open your mind.
"Eh? Mr. Liu is here too!"
Zhou Yi climbed to the top of the tower and saw Liu Siyu wearing an emerald green official robe, with his hands behind his back and a worried look on his face.
Liu Siyu sighed: "The situation in Beijing has been turbulent in recent days, the situation is strange, and I am feeling depressed, so I came up to take a look at the scenery."
"A place like Shenjing, where the essence of a country gathers, has never been peaceful."
Zhou Yiyuan looked at the east gate of the imperial city. Under the setting sun, the red walls and green tiles were stained with golden light: "Back then, I was also here, with the former prison chief Lei Master... No, it was the former prison chief, watching the Zhen Guo Duke with his own eyes. Break the Dragon Rebellion!"
Liu Siyu suddenly said: "Master Lei? So the young man named Lei a few days ago is a descendant of the Lei family?"
"Thank you for your permission, sir."
Zhou Yi shrugged and said, "I have been in Tianlao for a long time and have met many people. I have to take into account all kinds of feelings."
"Lao Zhou is really a treasure in Tianlao!"
Liu Siyu was very envious. Recently, many noble people regarded Zhou Yi as a guest. Comparing this to myself, after studying hard for ten years in a cold window, I would be no more than an eighth-grade official until my death.
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "Master Liu, you are the one who fixes the sea."
This remark was by no means a deliberate flattery. Liu Siyu rarely took care of things. When he came on duty, he only drank tea and chatted. The two captains were busy and seemed to have no intention of doing their best.
However, Liu Siyu didn't get a penny less from the benefits of being in the sky jail, and even the jailers knew it clearly when they came in.
Such management wisdom made Zhou Yi feel more and more that he had underestimated the ancients before!
Liu Siyu asked: "Is it possible that Lao Zhou has something to worry about when he comes here?"
Zhou Yi nodded and said: "Suddenly I realized that there are too many smart people in this world, and I was a little bit shocked."
After being promoted to Xiantian Grand Master, his strength increased greatly, and he was praised and admired by many colleagues on weekdays. Zhou Yi inevitably felt more arrogant and became more and more indulgent in his actions.
Prime Minister Zhang's plans are as straight as morning bells and evening drums, which are deafening and enlightening. He must take time to reflect on himself.
Liu Siyu asked curiously: "How smart are you to make an old fox like you feel depressed?"
"The seemingly inadvertent price surge has actually affected the changes in the national destiny!"
Zhou Yi sighed: "The wind rises at the end of Qingping. This is the real master. Now that he has learned it, he will definitely use it one day."
"It's not necessarily a bad thing to recognize that you are a layman earlier."
Liu Siyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the palace inadvertently, and said helplessly: "The wave belongs to them, we are just spectators, otherwise what can we do?"
"Love will last forever, wisdom will be hurt!"
Zhou Yi said calmly: "You can't compare with wisdom, you can't compare with machinations, and you can't compare with the city government... Then just remain unchanged in response to all changes, ignore him, and win if you die!"
"Haha, no wonder they say you are an old turtle in private."
Liu Siyu clapped his hands in admiration, and then changed his voice: "Old Zhou, do you really not have the slightest idea about power?"
"Yes! Who doesn't want to be in authority, Sleeping Beauty?"
Zhou Yi smiled and said: "I almost forgot, we have already done the second half."
Liu Siyu's face was full of admiration, he cupped his hands and said: "Have you been a regular guest of Chunfeng Tower for thirty years? I have heard about it for a long time and have admired it for a long time!"
“It’s just so so, the days ahead are long!”
Zhou Yi replied: "So if you have already gained wealth, why bother risking your life? In this chaotic situation, how can you tell who will win in the end?"
"Actually, it's easy to see clearly. Go and burn the cold stove. No matter you win or lose, it won't be too bad!"
Liu Siyu murmured to himself, as if talking to Zhou Yi, but also to himself.
Zhou Yi said: "Let's forget it. The palace has destroyed three families. I'll take leave with you and go out for a while, and then come back on duty."
"Go ahead."
Liu Siyu nodded in agreement, and then said after a moment of confusion.
"One day, the descendants of the Liu family are in trouble and come to Tianlao. I hope Lao Zhou can also find a job for them."
"As it should be!"
…
The twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month.
The whole country should be celebrating and welcoming the New Year.
Because Liang Dong, the Minister of War, tortured the soldiers and withheld military pay, the Beijing camp rebelled.
"Qingjun side!"
Sun Xiangming, the former governor of the capital camp, shouted loudly, gathered his old troops, and led his troops into the city from the north gate of Shenjing.
The gatekeeper of the north gate of Shenjing was once a guerrilla from the Beijing camp. When Liang Dong was suppressing the generals of the Beijing camp, he was demoted to guard the city gate because he gave him too little money.
That night.
Sun Xiangming led a large army from the capital to besiege the imperial city. The yamen and mansions in Shenjing watched from afar, neither helping the rebels nor rescuing Emperor Yongxing.
The Forbidden Army was less than eleven in number in the capital camp, and the opponent had siege equipment. They soon suffered heavy casualties.
Emperor Yongxing ordered the imperial guards and eunuchs to climb the city wall to resist the enemy, and must withstand the attack of the rebel army.
If one vigorous effort fails and the other three are exhausted, as long as they resist until dawn, the imperial city will still be intact, and the rebel army will naturally collapse and retreat.
…
Ancestral Temple, witness to the rise and fall of dynasties.
The temple is in the country and the dynasty is there, but the temple is destroyed and the dynasty is lost.
Midnight.
Fengyang Imperial Ancestral Temple was empty and silent.
The officials who were originally on duty were shocked to hear that the imperial army was besieging the imperial city, and they all ran home and closed their doors.
No matter whether the Beijing camp can break through the imperial city or not, there will definitely be thieves who will burn, kill and loot all over Shenjing during this chaotic time. They can just hand it over to the rebels tomorrow.
A shadow flew through the night and finally landed in the middle hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
Outside the central hall stands a large bronze tripod, nearly a person tall, with three legs and two ears. The mountains and rivers engraved on the tripod correspond to the map of Fengyang State Prefecture.
Shanhe Ding was cast by Taizu Fengyang after the founding of the country.
When every country performs sacrifices in court, hundreds of officials kneel in front of the cauldron, and contemporary emperors offer incense.
The shadow circled around the Shanhe Cauldron, and after trying several detection methods, it was determined that it was a solid copper cauldron, without any early warning or anti-theft mechanisms.
The Mountain and River Tripod weighs several tons and is extremely difficult to steal. It cannot escape interrogation by officials even outside the city.
Secondly, although the Shanhe Ding is one of the Three Treasures of Fengyang Kingdom, its symbolic significance is greater than its practical significance.
The thieves went to great lengths to steal the tripod, which would at most embarrass the Zhao royal family. Moreover, if they were able to sell the copper, they would earn money by selling cabbage, risking the death of the Nine Clan.
Therefore, the officials of the Imperial Ancestral Temple never imagined that anyone would steal the tripod, even if it meant scratching off the gold paint of previous emperors!
"I thought I had to wait until the Fengyang Kingdom was destroyed and the Ancestral Temple was semi-abandoned, but I unexpectedly encountered such a God-given opportunity. The north city gate was wide open, and the Ancestral Temple was unmanned. Everyone's eyes were on the palace."
"This treasure should be destined for me!"
Zhou Yi dispersed the shadow, revealing the appearance of a white-haired old man, who would not be recognized even if he bumped into an acquaintance.
With a short stature, he bent down and got under the cauldron, wrapping his arms around the feet of the cauldron.
"rise!"
Zhou Yi gave a low shout, and with a rumble, the Mountain and River Cauldron, which had not been moved for more than three hundred years, rose from the ground.
The magic power circulated, and the shadow talisman was cast again, and a black mist enveloped the Mountain and River Cauldron.
Taking advantage of the darkness, Zhou Yi ran towards Beicheng.
The weight of the bronze tripod was so great that even when running, not to mention flying and flying, it made a thumping sound.
Fortunately, there was chaos along the way. Some thieves were robbing homes, or soldiers patrolling the city took the opportunity to cause chaos. With gold, silver and jewels in front of them, no one cared about the noise.
At this time, the north city gate was open, with only a dozen soldiers on duty.
Boom, boom, boom!
A large ball of black mist rushed over, its momentum exploded, like a crazy bull.
"Ghost!"
The soldiers on duty did not say anything about blocking them, they threw away their weapons and ran away in all directions.
Zhou Yi carried the Shanhe Ding out of the sacred city, placed it on the prepared carriage, and whipped all the way north.
