virtuous king

He Yunli, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, is fifty and four years old. He is meticulous in handling affairs and has excellent character. Apart from being a bit rigid, he has almost no shortcomings-this is what Chu Hong and I mentioned.

Now Chu Hong is using this old-fashioned old man to trick me.

Forget it, the hole I dug by myself needs to be filled while kneeling.

I took two quick steps to catch up with He Shangshu, and greeted him with a smile on my face: "Master He, your body is getting stronger and stronger."

He Yunli turned around and bowed to me, with a rather reluctant look on his face: "Your Majesty, please take care, I have always been in good health, and I guess it will not be a problem to live another 30 to [-] years."

That expression is clearly saying: He is as strong as a cow, and it will not be a problem to add another 30 to [-] years to me.

I am a cultured person, a person who is noble and out of vulgar interests, and a person who respects the old and loves the young. I don't care about him. I took a deep breath and said softly: "He Shangshu, when do you plan to leave? Going south?"

He Yunli said neither humble nor overbearing: "The old minister can leave at any time, it's up to His Highness to decide."

I thought for a while: "Then let's set it in two days, the king still has some family affairs to deal with."

He Shangshu's eyes were erratic: "His Royal Highness, you can go to deal with the family affairs, but there is only one thing, please forgive the old minister for talking too much - twisted melons are not sweet."

I suddenly felt a green light all over me.

The day was set, I hummed a little song and headed home, but I didn’t want to see an old acquaintance in the backyard—Shangsheng Xingjun with a wisp of goatee stood at the door of my bedroom, raised his hand across his chest and read Ju Dao, looked at me with a narrow smile in his eyes: "Your Highness, I heard that you want to see the poor?"

"Hiss—it's not just thinking, I'm going to die!" I looked at the iconic goatee on Shangsheng Xingjun's chin, and said overjoyed: "Shang..."

Shangsheng Xingjun interrupted my words, flicked his sleeves, and said with a serious face: "Pindao is empty and empty, what are you going to do? If you call me wrong, I am sorry that you are impolite."

I wondered, these years of being born in the mortal world might really be quite empty.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, is this Daoist really an old acquaintance of yours?" Before I could answer, Dou Zi, who was waiting at the door, asked with an incredulous expression, looking a little skeptical about life.

Don't ask me how I saw in Douzi's squinting eyes, "My God, my eyes are going to go blind, my Highness's taste is becoming more and more difficult to understand, and my Highness will not let off even charlatans" and so on. I can see the complex emotions in the series. To be honest, anyone who sees Shangsheng Xingjun's current appearance will feel a little blind.

"Cough, Daoist." I couldn't say the word "emptiness" under Douzi's blank gaze, and said with a wry smile, "Long time no see."

It's really been a long time since I saw him. The last time I saw him was in the sky. At that time, Shang Sheng was carrying a shovel and turning in from the outside of the peach garden, and I was holding the wine jar in my arms. tacit understanding.

The next day, Shangsheng was demoted to the earth for digging the peach trees in the peach orchard secretly. The incident of me being drunk and molesting the light was revealed. The day is gone.

To this day, I still feel a bit afraid of the burning pain.

One day in the sky, one year in the ground, Shangsheng has stayed in the mortal world for decades longer than I did, and even established a sect. In terms of seniority, I have to call him senior.

The same people who have fallen in the end of the world, when brothers and sisters meet each other, I suddenly thought of a sentence I read in a book before: If we are each other, why bother to embarrass each other.

I waved Douzi down, looked at Shangsheng Xingjun's standard outfit of a charlatan, and joked with a smile: "Master Dao, after all these years, your aesthetics are still so different from ordinary people."

Shang Sheng twirled the goatee and smiled at me: "Thank you for the compliment."

...I'm not praising him.

Seeing that I didn't answer, Shangsheng took an inch and said: "I see that your life is more carefree than that of the Jade Emperor. There are thirteen beauties, men and women. You can hold them in half a month without changing the same. I don't want to go back."

"No way, I'm looking forward to going back in my dreams." I rubbed my hands and smiled, thinking that you haven't seen the thirteen people I let go-speaking of people who were let go, I suddenly Thinking of the little Taoist priest in the dust, he said in astonishment: "That child, it can't be..."

Shang Sheng suppressed his playful expression, frowned and nodded, "It was him. Back then, Meng Zhang gave me the air about your resurrection, so I deliberately stuffed him into the palace to see you."

I opened my mouth and didn't say anything for a long time, I just thought it's no wonder the little Taoist looked a little stupid.

Just because he was a piece of wood that hadn't enlightened, a real piece of wood, a peach tree spirit with incomplete intelligence.

At the beginning, the glorious deeds of being born in the sky and a piece of stupid wood love were no less influential than my bad behavior of getting drunk and molesting fluctlights.

Thinking about the past, I felt a little sympathetic and said to Shang Sheng: "You know, it's not that I don't want to tell you the way to open your mind, it's just that the piece of wood is inherently deficient, and you think it's harder for him to get enlightened than to ascend to the sky—— I think, isn't he fine now?"

Shang Sheng closed his eyes and said word by word: "Just say it, I want him to grow up, really grow up."

I couldn't persuade him, so I could only sigh and said, "Okay, you go to the South China Sea to ask for a pot of holy water, and then prepare 500 years of Taoism and a piece of fairy bone, and the rest will be discussed after you can ask for holy water."

Shang Sheng hesitated for a moment, and then he looked calm again, nodded and said: "Okay, wait for me for two months, and I will go ask for holy water."

I still wanted to say something, but suddenly realized that I probably had no position to persuade others, so I gave up.

Shangsheng and I worked hard pretending to be a wooden figure, Liu Yanqing brought warm tea, stared at me with his back turned to Shangsheng with a deep expression on his face, smiled with his lips curled up, turned around and went back to the room without saying a word.

I could vaguely recognize Liu Yanqing's mouth shape, what he said was: "This is Shangsheng Xingjun."

"what?"

Shangsheng suddenly yelled, and his suspicious eyes were glued to Liu Yanqing's body. He didn't turn his head to me until he closed the door and asked in surprise, "Why is this mortal's fate so strange?"

Shangsheng is different from me, he still has fairy bones on his body, so he can see some clues that I can't. Since he said it was strange, it must be very strange.

I hurriedly asked: "How to say?"

"Ordinary people's fate is nothing more than the difference between good and bad, inauspicious and auspicious, but this person's fate is empty." Shang Sheng twirled his beard and thought about it: "There is no evil, no luck, it is as empty as a blank sheet of paper."

"But no matter how you look at it, he is an ordinary mortal..."

I was dizzy from the cloudy words of Shangsheng, and I vaguely felt that I had caught something, but I couldn't figure out a meaningful clue.

Liu Yanqing's destiny is actually empty...

Just as I was thinking about it, Shang Sheng came over and hooked my shoulder: "Forget it, let's not talk about this, I heard that you have a soul-calling incense in your hand, hurry up, show it to me."

As I said, I took out the remaining half of Nankexiang from the cabinet and showed it to Shang Sheng. The latter held it in his palm, lowered his head and sniffed it, shook his head and laughed, "I don't know what a good thing it is. It’s a fake, no, no, no, to say it’s a fake is to flatter it, it’s just a piece of crap made by someone who doesn’t know, come on, I’ll show you what the real Summoning Incense is today!”

After Shang Sheng finished speaking, he took out a small paper bag from his sleeve and opened it, put it close to my ear and said mysteriously: "Have you seen it? This is the authentic Evocation Incense, and I will give it all to you."

I took the paper bag, and looked at the fingernail-sized, red-coloured soul-calling incense with some anxiety: "What's the use of this thing?"

Shang Sheng squinted his eyes, smiled wretchedly and said: "Keep it, it's convenient to find a way to usurp someone, kill someone, and so on."

I:"……"

I was suddenly very curious about how the above-born with such a strange brain circuit could have been a god for thousands of years without falling into a demon.

Sending off the Ascendant like sending off the ancestors, I conveyed the emperor's intention to send me south to relieve the disaster and the people in the mansion. I looked up at the sunny weather, yawned, and went back to my room to catch up on sleep.

You can't blame me for being lazy. It is said that I am sleepy in spring, tired in autumn and nap in summer, so I should have a hibernation in winter.

I want to degenerate on the bed, but someone forbids me to degenerate, Liu Yanqing chased me all the way to my bedroom, put on the posture of a deputy official interrogating a prisoner, looked down at me and said, "When are you leaving?"

I murmured: "The day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow."

Liu Yanqing rolled his eyes, and said in a natural tone: "Take me there."

I immediately shook my head: "What are you going to do? There must be a lot of suffering along the way. You are not strong enough to carry it."

"Really don't bring it?"

"Without."

Liu Yanqing suddenly hooked his lips into a smile, took off his shoes and socks, got on the bed and slipped into my arms, and then shouted heart-piercingly: "Help, help--"

This voice was so shocking that I covered his mouth in fright, looked up and saw Dou Zi who heard the sound crashing into the room with an embarrassed look, and growled, grinding his teeth: "Get out!!!"

Douzi glanced at Liu Yanqing, whose face was flushed with my mouth covered, and backed away eagerly.

Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard.

I compromised somewhat dejectedly: "Uncle Liu, stop shouting, I will take you there!"

Liu Yanqing quickly put away his aggrieved expression, Shi Shiran got up and put on his shoes and socks in a leisurely manner, then turned around and gave me a very warm and jade-like smile: "If this is the case, it will be over."

I couldn't help but start to look at the beams sadly again.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is not easy to write, I have been thinking about how to bring the love story between Shangsheng and his stupid apprentice who has no hesitation but is a bit brain-dead, and I can’t bring it too much, but I am finally going south hey hey hey

/Your Highness is currently equipped with:

A pack of spirit incense

Meng Zhang personally gave an amulet