After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

Above the court, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were quarreling over the issue of the Red Ling clan in Beiming. The new clan leader of the Red Ling clan was going to Tianjing to discuss the issue of paying tribute in the coming year, but his attitude was not so good-looking. There were rumors that The envoys came several times, and they said openly and secretly that they wanted to rebuild Chiling's foundation in Beiming, but they really didn't have the extra power to pay tribute again.

The right deputy of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, the Imperial Censor, was the first to step out of the queue amidst the murmurs in the hall. He lifted his robe and knelt down, holding an elephant wat in his hand, and said steadily: "Your Majesty, I think that the Red Ling tribe's rebuilding of Beiming is a big or small matter. It is difficult to prevent Chi Ling from doing so. The Ling clan has different intentions, and if they support themselves in the future, it will inevitably lead to another disaster."

As soon as this statement came out, other courtiers agreed, but a few believed that the tribute issue was not critical. They advocated taking back Beiming, containing Chi Ling, or incorporating it into the Tian Clan. Without their fiefdom, the Chi Ling clan could only rely on Tian Jing. This is a long-term solution.

On the high platform, the steps are paved with jasper, the curtains are heavy, the palace maids lower their heads and fan themselves, the monarch is wearing a gilt dark-patterned wide-sleeved robe, leaning on his forehead with his knuckles on his forehead, his eyes closed, and the dim light shines in. In the palace, the gauze curtains floated, and the dark lights were complicated and chaotic. The beaded crown folded several folded shadows on the face, half light and half dark, and the profile was half hidden in the darkness, no longer able to be seen.

Extending below is a mandible with cold lines, thin lips, and a pale neck. Among the chaotic projections, they blend into a misty nothingness. The slender fingertips tap on the armrest, as if listening, but also as if they are wandering.

The audience was still arguing. He opened his eyes, and there were no waves in his light-colored pupils. Chu Yitang was still leaning on the seat, with a small bamboo fan on his lap. The handle of the fan was hollowed out in the shape of a flower stamen. It was very delicate. He said casually He put his hands on his sleeves and lowered his eyes and said: "

"In Elder Yilin's opinion, how should this matter be decided?"

As soon as these words came out, all the courtiers in the court were silent. After hearing this, Mr. Lin Ge took a step sideways and went up to the palace without saying a word. He said calmly: "Ancestor Chi Ling once made great achievements in Tianjing. Taking back the fiefdom will chill people's hearts." , we might as well wait until after the Dragon Boat Festival and the envoys come to Beijing. If there are any changes, it will not be too late to put pressure again."

Rubbing the handle of the fan with his fingertips, he slightly spread out some of the fan surface. The surface of the fan was snow-white with light ink marks. Next to the inscription was a slender and graceful flower branch. Chu Yitang pressed the bamboo surface and placed one hand on his forehead, showing a bit of laxity and subtlety. His movements revealed a hint of impatience.

The palace maid slowly shook her fan, and there was silence in the palace. The right deputy censor refused to give permission, and still knelt in the hall without getting up. The other courtiers also noticed the subtle changes in the gradually solidified atmosphere. After looking at each other, they all understood. He lowered his head and kept silent. There was silence in the big hall.

The previous few who made suggestions even complained secretly. Since the new Tianjun came to the throne, the ministers have become more and more unable to relax in the court. The Tianjun is moody and arbitrary, and often after a court meeting, all the courtiers participating in the government are... He was on tenterhooks, fearing that if he said something carelessly, his whole family would be implicated.

At the end of the dynasty, Yao Zaiyu hurriedly stepped forward to help his right deputy, the censor of the capital, with the elephant tablet on his waist. Yao Zaiyu patted the dust on his clothes and comforted him:

"Your Majesty doesn't like disobedience. Today is a embarrassment for Your Majesty. Your Majesty is also upset by this matter. Not to mention that the Chiling clan has been stationed in Beiming for ten thousand years. It's hard to knock over every stick. Don't take it to heart. Your Majesty takes it seriously. The Metropolitan Procuratorate has to show off to others."

The knee of the right deputy censor was sore. He sighed and said, "I know what your majesty means. It's all because of your majesty that you can lift me to this position. Lin Ge is an old minister. He presumes to speculate on the holy will." , but I was too reckless."

"Lin Ge has never neglected his Majesty since he came to the throne. Your Majesty will naturally believe more in what he says." Yao Zaiyu also sighed and followed him out of the palace, "Have a good rest at home tomorrow. The envoy will arrive in Beijing soon, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate will Some are busy.”

"Tomorrow? Where can I rest tomorrow?"

Yao Zaiyu clicked his tongue, pulled the sleeves of his official robe, looked around again, and whispered: "You have spent all these years hanging around in the Metropolitan Procuratorate in vain! How can you forget tomorrow?"

The right deputy, the censor of the capital, remembered it after he mentioned it. He hurriedly covered his mouth and leaned over: "It's me, it's me. I was busy and forgot to give. Lord Yao, please bear with me."

Yao Zaiyu smiled, said a few more words to him, and sent him to say goodbye outside the palace gate.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood outside the palace gate until the crowd dispersed. From deputy envoy to this position, he served as the left deputy censor of the capital. Now he is in charge of half of the imperial procuratorate, but Yao Zaiyu can't say he has gained or lost much.

After the battle at Qu Yingshan, the soul pool burst open and Wuxu was defeated. The Tianzu army took advantage of the situation and broke into Wuxu. After returning from the victory, Liyuan was defeated in the battle and had no power to recover. He willingly surrendered and became a subordinate of Tianjing.

The previous Tianjun suddenly issued an order to abdicate, causing turmoil in Tianjing for a while, but no one expected that Chu Yitang would succeed him.

It will be God Zhutian who has been hidden in the world for a long time and now comes back to the world.

It has been a thousand years since he took over as Heavenly King. For thousands of years, the world has been at peace and the three realms have been peaceful. That war seemed to have completely changed something. It was not just that war that changed, but also many people and things.

Hongran volunteered to stay in the east border and never returned to the capital. Yuanqing took charge of Tianzion Pavilion and took over as the head of the family. He took over many responsibilities that he had never thought of shouldering in one night. Until now, he was ranked first among civil servants and was already a great man. I am very respected.

Everything has changed, but it seems like nothing has changed.

The clouds were long and stretched across the sky, and the wind blew the hem of his clothes. Yao Zaiyu sighed and turned around to get on the carriage.

*******

Outside the Wuchen Palace, the palace maids are sweeping the floor. Summer is approaching, and the lotus leaves on the lake are crowded together. There are layers of green waves under the sky.

There are several little maids weeding at the back of the palace. There is a fence made of white jade under the window at the back of the palace. Flowers and plants are growing in the fence. The flowering season is approaching, and a few flower bones are pulled out, and they are shyly held among the branches and leaves. With fresh dew.

Chu Yitang changed his clothes and was walking along the path in the back garden. The maid hurriedly stopped and knelt down respectfully:

"I have met His Majesty."

Chu Yitang raised his hand and held a small square basket in the other hand. He rolled up his sleeves and squatted down in front of the fence, carefully loosening the soil for the iris with a small hoe.

Seeing this, the maid in charge signaled the other maids to quietly go out. This piece of flowers and plants has always been taken care of by His Majesty. He never leaves anyone alone, taking care of it day and night. It is well maintained. When the flowering season comes every year, a patchwork of purple butterfly-shaped petals will appear. In full bloom, the garden is filled with fragrance.

Everyone in the garden was cleared away. Chu Yitang loosened the soil and poured some water. When he touched the flower buds, a faint smile appeared on his lips. He leaned over, holding the flower branches, and sniffed them in front of his nose. , you can smell the faint scent of iris, which lasts for a long time.

At night, the palace was quiet, and Chu Yitang was reviewing the memorials in the study. Because of the Chiling clan incident, there were many memorials. After reading each of them, the general meaning was about the same. After worrying for many days, Chu Yitang put down his pen and raised his hand. His arms rubbed the center of his brows, his brows and eyes full of tiredness.

The chamberlain Ben was studying ink on the side. When he saw this, he brought a cup of ginseng tea and advised: "Your Majesty, it is better to rest early. It is not too late to read again tomorrow. It will hurt your health."

Chu Yitang took a sip of ginseng tea, the candlelight flickered, and the window was dark. His vision was uncertain, and he just asked: "What time is it?"

"Back to Your Majesty, it's past Haizheng."

Looking at the blurred ink stain at the tiger's mouth, Chu Yitang closed the fold, stood up with his sleeves raised, and returned to the bedroom.

The chamberlain followed behind him, and on the way out, he whispered to the female envoy in charge: "Evacuate all the people, and don't come to Wuchen Palace before tomorrow morning, so as not to disturb His Majesty."

Fu Shen, the female official in charge, replied:

"Yes."

Late at night, the door of the palace was opened, and the stars were dim. Chu Yitang was dressed in a snow-colored gown. He was neatly dressed, with his long hair tied loosely. There was a pure white magnolia hairpin in his hair, and he held a dim yellow lantern in his hand. , without anyone accompanying him, he just carried the lantern and went to the depths of the imperial garden alone.