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"No need, go directly to Master Wen's house!"

Then the carriage moved forward again. Perhaps it was a twist of fate. After it drove through the courtyard next door, Chu Yanyan, who had not applied any makeup but was still pretty, was returning with her mother from purchasing food outside. The carriage felt a pain in his heart for no reason, as if he had lost something important.

After Si Tian Tower came out, the great master Huang Ting, who was always elusive, disappeared directly. He and Liang Po were left in the large carriage, and a young supervisor from Si Tian Jian was in charge of driving the carriage.

Inside the carriage, as if thinking of something, Zhao Yu raised his head and asked softly:

"How is Bai Zhining's situation now?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, at this time she is merging the forbidden Dao soul, but because her original Dao soul is stripped, the difficulty will be much more difficult, and Ruyue is also in the residence of the small world of the floating island. Guard."

"Bai Zhining is a natural taboo who only meets once in countless years. His foundation is solid, so there shouldn't be any serious problems."

Zhao Yu raised the teacup in front of him, took a sip of the bitter tea, woke up after drinking Xuantian wine, his head was a little dizzy, and then he continued to speak:

"If Bai Zhining finishes merging before the Yuan Day Festival, I will pick her and Ruyue to Baidi Palace. I don't want the New Year's Eve dinner in the palace to be too deserted."

"promise!"

The mansion where the former crown prince Fu Wenyu lived was near the Daoist Palace. Originally, the White Emperor Palace allocated a mansion in Zizhu Lane for the old man, but the old man had no children, and only his two daughters were married. Because he gave lectures in Taoist Palace and Daxia Academy all the year round, for convenience, he lived directly near this eastern suburb.

Earlier, a person from the Si Tianjian came to report that at noon today, a sage would come to pay New Year's greetings, so this rosy-faced old man changed into a grand brocade robe early on, waited at the gate of the mansion, and at the same time did not marry far away. The two daughters also arrived with their husbands and children, after all, this represented the Holy Family Long En.

Then, under the gaze of a pair of surprised eyes, a carriage without any guards, just like ordinary people traveling, slowly stopped in front of the mansion, and then a young man stepped out gently.

The face is like a crown jade, unparalleled in the world.

Former crown prince Fu Wenyu first knelt down to pay his respects, and then Wu Yangyang knelt on the ground in front of the mansion gate, and even the people who heard the movement not far away and came to see the excitement, also hurriedly knelt down, feeling very excited.

Zhao Yu stepped forward quickly, helped Wen Yu, who had white beard and hair, and said:

"Master, after all, you are old. You have waited in the cold wind for so long. You can't bear it. You can just wait for me to come in the mansion. You see, today I am visiting you in private, and I am only coming as a junior." Come to pay New Year's greetings."

The old lady Fu Wenyu showed a smile, stretched out her hand to pretense, and said with a smile:

"Heaven and earth, relatives and masters, you can't lose the etiquette that should be done, please come in, Your Majesty."

Then, surrounded by all the people in the Wen Mansion, Zhao Yu and Liang Po stepped into the extremely simple mansion. Although Mrs. Wen's house was not small, the interior was like an ordinary farmer's house, with a well. , several rows of fences, and a private plot for growing vegetables, and even a few free-range poultry fluttering their wings.

"Master, I know that you don't like yellow and white things, so when you came here, I asked Liang Po to take some carefully cured bacon from the palace, and it will be a New Year's greeting."

On the path in the courtyard, Zhao Yu's young and calm Di Yin sounded softly, and then the old man stroked the white beard on his chest, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, and responded loudly:

"The old man thanked His Majesty Ron."

After finishing speaking, the old master stretched out his finger, pointed to the fattest rooster in the yard, and said softly to his daughter behind:

"Today, the Holy Spirit descended and boiled the largest rooster to make a nourishing chicken soup."

Old Madam Wen has always been famous for being frugal all his life, so there are very few things in the middle of the house, just a wooden table and a few futons, and then Zhao Yu and the old man sat on the futons facing each other.

The old man Wen Yu called a middle-aged woman over, whispered something in her ear, and then the woman nodded and left. The old man looked at the slightly tired young emperor opposite, and said softly:

"The end of the year is approaching, and His Majesty must be extremely busy these days. Today, I'm here for the young year. Let's not talk about political affairs. Your Majesty can take a good rest."

"Let the master laugh."

Zhao Yu raised his hand and saluted forward, and then the old lady Fu Wenyu returned the salute, only to hear the young emperor's voice continue to ring in his ears:

"I am here this time, in addition to paying special New Year greetings, I also invite you, Master, to go to the White Emperor Palace on New Year's Eve and have a New Year's Eve dinner together."

As soon as the emperor's voice fell, the middle-aged woman who had retired before stepped in again, holding a bowl of soup in her hand, and placed it respectfully on the seat, and then the old lady Fu reached out and gently pushed the bowl of soup to Zhao Yu. In front of him, kindly said:

"Just now in front of the mansion, I smelled the strong smell of alcohol on His Majesty's body. Drink a bowl of hangover soup, otherwise it will be bad for your health."

Then Wen Yu looked at Zhao Yu who was holding a bowl of soup in front of him, his eyes were full of pity, and he continued:

"Your Majesty, like your father, is afraid of being alone and likes to be crowded. Therefore, I am flattered by His Majesty's invitation, so I naturally want to agree. However, before that, I also hope that Your Majesty will agree to one thing."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yu put down the hangover soup in his hand, looked at the old man in front of him with a questioning ebony, and then the latter stroked his white beard, and the vicissitudes of life continued to sound:

"Since the old man has agreed to His Majesty's invitation, His Majesty will also agree to stay here at noon for a light meal."

Chapter 0654

At noon, in the eastern outskirts of Shenjing City, in the simple Taifu’s house, a big rooster that has been raised for several years may have predicted that he will die soon, flapping his wings, clucking non-stop in the private plot, and Expressing the last swan song in life.

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman in common clothes strode directly into the vegetable field, and then with lightning speed, she reached out and lifted the big rooster with great precision. Among them, there was panic and sorrow.

The middle-aged woman is the eldest daughter of Taifu Wenyu, who has inherited the simplicity of the latter, so she works extremely quickly. She held down the struggling rooster with one hand, and wiped the rooster's neck with a knife in the other hand. The rooster's cry suddenly stopped. That's it, the next step is to pluck the feathers by soaking in hot water. After a while, a naked cock is taken to the kitchen by him.

After the middle-aged woman entered the kitchen, Liang Po's burly body with a shiny bald head also walked in, and then under the curious and even terrified eyes of the women in the kitchen, he said lightly:

"I can cook, do you need help?"

Half an hour later, the tangy aroma of food permeated from the kitchen in all directions, and in the middle hall, the old man who was talking with Zhao Yu, smelled this aroma, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile:

"Your Majesty, I have never smelled such a strong fragrance in my life. It must not have been made by my two daughters. I heard that Mr. Liang next to Your Majesty has the best cooking skills in the capital. It seems that I am blessed today."

As soon as this remark came out, Zhao Yu responded with some surprise:

"Liang Po, this guy is big and rough, and he doesn't even say a word on weekdays. Why is his name heard even by you, the master who has never cared about world affairs?"

"That's because His Majesty underestimated Mr. Liang, and also underestimated yourself."

The old man Wen Yu spoke with a smile, then fixed his eyes on Zhao Yu's eyes in front of him, and the vicissitudes of life continued:

"Your Majesty, you don't know that you, the young invincible, have long been the invincible belief in the hearts of all young people. Not only Your Majesty, but also the Tianhui Army and Night Dire Division are the objects of all young people's talk, but because The identities of these two armies have always been mysterious, and the only one known to the world is Master Liang, the invincible personal guard of the Radiant Army.

"When the old man was teaching in the school, Mr. Liang's name was almost recognizable. Even when he returned home, those grandchildren were also his admirers, so it's hard not to know."

After finishing speaking, the old man stroked his white beard and laughed loudly. The old man was in a very good state of mind, and the corners of Zhao Yu's mouth were slightly raised. For the young people who have traveled throughout the Great Xia, everything has changed too much.

But for Liang Po, everything seems to have not changed, what he loves has not changed, and what he wants to protect has not changed, perhaps this is the so-called heart of a child.

In the kitchen, Liang Po, who served the last dish, took off the apron on his chest, and walked out of the kitchen with his expression unchanged under the amazed eyes of everyone in the room, and behind him were two adoring faces. Little follower.

Then Mr. Wen's two young grandsons trotted to the entrance of the middle hall without fear of life under the command of their mother, then knelt down respectfully and made a big salute, and said in unison:

"Your Majesty, Grandpa, it's time for lunch!"

"Okay, you two little ones go first, and my Majesty and I will come later."

Originally, Mr. Wen had lunch in the kitchen, but the scale was obviously different today, so the table was placed in the courtyard, and two tables were divided, Zhao Yu and the old man had a separate table, and the rest had another table.

Then Zhao Yu took his seat, and the old gentleman next to him, looking at the delicious delicacies and river delicacies in front of him, as well as some special foods eaten during the Chinese New Year in the northwest of Daxia, couldn't help Lang Lang opening his mouth and chanting:

"It is said in ancient times that on the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, Mr. Yan turned to the sky to talk about something, and the horses and horses lingered in the clouds and cars. There were cups and plates in the family for offering sacrifices, rotten pig's head and fresh fish, sweet bean paste and sweet pine powder bait balls."

"Master is very interested."

"Your Majesty is willing to stay for a light meal, it is my Wen family's luck!"

The old gentleman's complexion became more and more rosy, his blood surged, and he seemed quite excited. It is true that Emperor Fuyao came to pay New Year's greetings in person and had a meal together, which represented Great Xia's leading holy family.

At the same time, Gwangju Metropolitan City.

Every family also prepared extremely rich food to sacrifice to the stove fire, and gathered together to celebrate the new year. The population of Gwangju, the capital of Gwangju, which is comparable to the city of Shenjing, is completely immersed in the strong New Year atmosphere.

Gwangju was originally the birthplace of the human race, and most of the customs of the 36 states at this time came from Gwangju. Therefore, there is a saying in Daxia that the year of this metropolitan city is the most authentic.

In fact, the stone statue tower originally placed in Chuzhou Qiushui City was originally arranged in Guangzhou Guangyu City. There are not many people in this world who can change Zhao Yu's will, but the old lady must be counted as one. The Empress Dowager personally promised that the giant Lingbo whale would go to Lingbo Lake to see it, so Zhao Yu didn't want the old lady to travel, so she relocated the stone statue tower by the Lingbo Lake.

However, although they did not catch up with the first wave of teleportation opportunities, the people all know that in the land of one state, Gwangju, which has gathered a tenth of the population of Daxia, will come back sooner or later, and it will definitely not be too late. Long.

In addition to its large population and long history, Gwangju Metropolitan City also has a profound inheritance of kendo.

Outside the Guangyu City, on the top of Wanjian Mountain, Burial Sword Lake.

Different from the calm and calm when Zhao Yulai came, at this time, the waves in the huge Burial Sword Lake were turbulent, just like boiling water, with billowing bubbles constantly rising upwards, and at the same time, countless blue sword energy rushed out of it and merged into the sky, gradually forming a wave. A cyan lotus in bud.

At the same time, all the tens of thousands of swords inserted in the lake were trembling continuously, and the sword energy of the split void enveloped the entire lake, making it an absolute domain, and it was difficult to get close at all.

At the edge of the sword energy by the lake, all the people of the Wanjiange Sect, from the elders to the disciples, sat cross-legged quietly, and in front of these people sat a young girl, wearing a white monk's uniform, with a face It doesn't look gorgeous at first glance, but it feels like a stunning sword that contains the sharpness of the whole body.

The girl raised her eyes and stared ahead, her eyes pierced through the countless sword qi rising from disillusionment on the lake, she saw a middle-aged man wrapped in green lotus in the center of the great lake, sitting cross-legged to accept the worship of Wan Jian, with a hint of worry in his eyes, She was born with a sword heart and could feel the difference in the whole sword mountain, and the danger in it.

Murong He, the owner of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, is about to absorb the sharpness of countless swords in the entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain into one body, and formally attack the holy throne.

When the green lotus blooms, it is the time when the nine-layered ladder to the sky appears.

Jian Sheng's lips parted slightly, and he murmured softly and worriedly:

"master!"

Chapter 0655

On the eastern outskirts of Shenjing City, at the gate of Old Madam Wen's simple mansion, the crowd surrounded young Zhao Yu and Liang Po and stepped out of the mansion. Before leaving, Old Madam Fu took out a book wrapped in silk from her bosom, and treasured it In the hands of the young emperor.

After a while, the spacious and ordinary carriage slowly drove towards the center of Shenjing City under the watchful eyes.

Inside the carriage, Zhao Yu leaned his back gently on the soft cushion. After his whole body was completely relaxed, he stretched out his hand and gently picked up the book given by the old lady just now, and then untied the silk cloth, only to see two simple The big characters came into view.

emperor fan.

As the name suggests, this book is about the demeanor of an emperor. Zhao Yu had heard about it before, and it was said that it was written by a human emperor. It occurred to me that the old lady still had a copy in his hand.

A little thought flashed in Zhao Yu's black eyes, and then he continued to raise his hand to open it gently, and suddenly a warm current rose in his heart, because this solitary book is not a Daxia script, but an extremely rare ancient script, But beside these ancient texts, the old lady Fu used small characters to annotate and translate them.

Zhao Yu can imagine how difficult it is to understand and annotate these ancient texts. The old lady Fu must have studied countless ancient books and spent a lot of time to complete this book in the hands of the young emperor.

"Master is really caring."

Then the young emperor raised his eyes and glanced, and there are 12 chapters in this emperor's model, including the emperor's style, establishing a marriage, seeking talents, judging officials, accepting advice, eliminating slander, admonishing surplus, advocating frugality, rewarding and punishing, farming, reading martial arts, and advocating literature.

The title of the chapter is extremely simple, but behind it is broad and profound, covering all aspects of being an emperor. For Zhao Yu, it has great learning and reference value. Afterwards, the young emperor solemnly closed the book again and wrapped it with silk cloth. After wrapping, gently place it on the desk in front of you.

After all this was done, Liang Po in the carriage gently asked:

"Your Majesty, the next stop is Daxia Academy?"

Zhao Yu nodded, then propped his forehead with his right hand, closed his eyes slightly, and took a nap.

In fact, not long after Zhao Yu ascended the throne, the Ministry of Industry of the Great Xia undertook the imperial decree to build two huge buildings in Shenjing City. It is the northern part of Shenjing City, and the originally abandoned Confucianism gate site was expanded to serve as the Daxia Academy Palace of Shenjing City.

According to Zhao Yu's will, the priority of this school is higher than that of Shenjing Station, and the completion date is earlier than the latter, which is enough to show that the young emperor attaches great importance to the promotion of education.

Further north of Shenjing City, there is an extremely desolate frozen wasteland, and Xuanwu North Gate usually only has frontier soldiers entering and leaving, so the entire city presents a particularly prosperous east, west, and south, while the northern city is sparsely populated, so it is located The Daxia Academy in Beicheng has a huge area.

The population of Shenjing City is huge, and with Zhao Yu's original intention of teaching without discrimination, the area of ​​the school will only become larger in the future.

At this time, after more than half a year of construction, the Daxia Academy has begun to take shape. If you have a bird's-eye view from the sky, you will find that the buildings are continuous and scattered like tofu blocks. Some students went home one after another to celebrate the New Year, but the gate was still full of people coming and going, with people coming in and out.

In the middle of the afternoon, an ordinary carriage stopped at the entrance of the academy, and then an old man in a black Confucian shirt got into the carriage, and the carriage continued to drive slowly into the academy.

"Old man Daxia Academy, Dong Guole is attending His Majesty."

Inside the carriage, the old man in black, who was formerly the master of the Confucianism sect and now the master of Daxia Academy Palace, saluted Zhao Yu respectfully. Zhao Yu smiled lightly and responded:

"Please hurry up, I haven't seen you for several months, how is senior brother?"

"Teaching and educating people every day is very fulfilling and very good."

The old man stood up, then sat down opposite the young emperor, and continued to speak:

"Some time ago, the news of the catastrophe by the seaside of the Giant God reached the academy, and everyone was very excited. The old man once again congratulated His Majesty on another big victory. The Northeast of Great Xia has been stable for at least decades."

"Brother, as you know, the foreign race is the greatest enemy of the Great Xia, so the real test is yet to come. Perhaps in the future, this group of people from the academy will be one of the foundations of the Great Xia."

Although he was praised by the old man, Zhao Yu's face remained calm as usual. After responding lightly, Dong Guo Lezheng also nodded in agreement, and then a calm and mellow voice sounded:

"Master also said that in the past, no matter how dangerous the forbidden land on the land of Shenzhou is, it is less than one-tenth of that of the foreign race. The forbidden land may swallow a town or a city, but once the foreign race invades south, it will be the end of the race. What a disaster, if the foreign race does not perish, it will be difficult for Daxia to sleep soundly."

Only those of the older generation who have truly experienced the horrors of the Sun Empire's invasion know how cruel these alien races who believe in gods and are not afraid of death are. They are like locusts in transit.

After the old man's voice fell, a bit of murderous intent flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes, and then returned to normal after a flash, and then the faint voice of the emperor lingered in the carriage:

"I am here this time, apart from visiting my senior brother, I also want to take a good look at this academy."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yu stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the car window, and stared at the Daxia Academy outside. On both sides of the road of the Academy, there were two rows of cold pine transplanted from the Huwo Mountains that could not be seen at a glance. On both sides of the branch-like road, there are small paths extending out. At the end of these small paths, there is the school where classes are taught on weekdays.

"Your Majesty, according to your will, and with the help of the Six Departments, there are now a total of [-] schools in the Daxia Academy, which cover all aspects besides the most important Taoism enlightenment practice. For example, the most common craftsman construction, spinning and weaving, and then to Qihuang art, hunting skills, etc., and even cooking, a palace was opened a few days ago, and there are still many people who come to learn."

Just as the old man was talking about the formation of the school with great interest, the carriage happened to pass by a rather huge school, and at the same time, the three characters of Shishan Palace came into view, which must be one of the newly established school.

Zhao Yu subconsciously glanced at Liang Po, wondering what it would be like to give lectures in this academy with a bald head who is unparalleled in cooking skills.

In Great Xia, it is true that the status of monks is extremely high, and it is true that practitioners are more able to control their own destiny, but under the Great Dao, there are more ordinary people who live silently, and they are the main body of this dynasty.

Perhaps in the development history of the human race, at a certain period, all walks of life were divided into ten categories, but Zhao Yu, who has a modern thinking in his mind, believes in any occupation for making a living, and there is no distinction between high and low , This is also the main reason why he established the Daxia Academy and promoted it to the entire vast land of Shenzhou.

In the Daxia Academy, there are more ordinary people than monks. The young emperor wants to use this to clearly tell countless people in the dynasty that every livelihood is worthy of respect, and every skill is a treasure. Both need inheritance.