Pretty State Preceptor Saves the Planet

Xie Huai'an's eyes and brows were full of smiles.

He pulled up the female officer and praised her sincerely. After washing and washing, he drank a small bowl of medicinal juice with his nose and squeezed his nose. Big bed.

He was still suffering from a continuous low-grade fever, his fingertips were warm, and he was pale and weak.

On the big bed, there are pillows that are easy to sit on, blankets that cover the legs are added, and a small four-legged table with sweet water is set up.

It is simply the perfect home configuration.Xie Huai'an stretched out the blanket and wrapped himself up happily.

At this time, San, who had a plaque with no words on it, entered the courtyard.

Lou He, the round-faced dark guard with a simple and honest smile, crushed the spy's throat with his bare hands.

The spy's trachea was punctured by broken bones, and a bloody hole was opened in his abdomen. His eyes were bulging, he was out of breath, and his limbs were still twitching.

"What a coincidence, who told you to sneak here? If I post a post first, I won't make the road bloody. Go back and tell your master."

Lou He pulled a golden nanmu coffin with one hand, cleaned the ground, turned to Zhou Yin with a smile and said, "Boy, it's you again."

Behind Lou He was a large cart full of coffins of the same style.

"I have invitations..." Zhou Yin said clearly, took off the wooden sword at his waist, and slowly opened his sleeves to reveal his thin arms, indicating that he had no weapons.

"I know. You are also very courageous. If you don't have the tokens of Xuanji Pavilion, as well as the poems and scrolls, you will be gone before you get out of the grove."

As Lou He was speaking, a trembling old man on crutches passed behind Zhou Yin. With a hand like a chicken paw, he swung the greeting card in front of Lou He like a dart, and left on his own.

Zhou Yin's hairs stood on end, he tore off his bag, and was shocked to find that it was stuffed with grass balls at some point.

"Don't look at it, the bag has been dropped several times, and the useful ones have been handed over earlier."

Lou He said: "I don't care how you persuade Pavilion Master Pei to come here, if His Majesty is willing to summon you, you must pay attention to your words when you enter the house."

"Thank you for your advice, my lord." Zhou Yin took a deep breath and bowed his hands in salute.

Lou He approached him with a smile, picked up the wooden sword, and swung a dazzling sword flower: "And, the fairy master is resting behind the screen of the main house. After you enter, the door should be closed tightly, walk softly, and speak in a low voice." Some."

"You haven't seen blood, and you haven't seen anything you shouldn't see. This is a small, peaceful courtyard for self-cultivation and rest. Don't startle Mr., or no one can save you, understand?"

"Yes..." Zhou Yin took the lost and recovered sword with both hands.

"Okay, let's go." Lou He said.

Zhou Yin carefully walked around the blood-stained courtyard gate, made sure that his clothes were clean and not stained, and stood in a secluded place to wait.

He was fourteen years old, he knew how to memorize his family's poems since he was a child, and knew the rules, but he was still a boy at heart. He originally stood with his head down, but when he saw no one was stopping him, he quickly raised his eyes and stared intently.

Those who entered and exited the courtyard were guards with sharp eyebrows, thin and wretched beggars with burn marks on their faces, and dancers with gorgeous makeup and graceful figures.

There are also jugglers who walk silently with tattooed faces, carpenters with thick eyebrows who hold sharp big saws, and wooden painters who carry boxes on their backs...

They are like drops of water, splashing from the river, and after a short face-to-face, they merge into the river again, flowing to the vast ocean without a trace.

These people came to meet the emperor in secret, which shows that Emperor Shuntian must have great ambitions in hiding for many years and recruiting talents in an eclectic manner;

As for himself who saw this... Zhou Yin touched his neck quietly.

If you say something wrong again, I'm afraid you really have to split your head.

Soon, news came out from the courtyard that Zhou Yin was allowed to see him.

This is a meeting that later generations love to talk about. Its history is scattered in Huaguo's orthodox history books "Jingshi", "Jianyuan Shu", "Zhaoge Youmenglu", "Shuntian Pinghua" and other idle notes.

According to the textual research of later generations of scholars, this is the first time that Mr. Zhou Yin, a famous essayist, agronomist, and hydrologist in the Jing Dynasty, and the youngest champion Tingliu after the reform of the imperial examination, met with Emperor Jingming, who founded the Yuan Dynasty.

At that time, the haze of the celestial master surnamed Li had not yet dissipated.

But that’s not what made the meeting famous.

A widely circulated saying is that during this meeting, the Great Master Xie Huai'an dragged his sick body to delineate a plan to defeat Li Tianshi in the future, and since then he gave up his status as a hermit and stepped onto the grand stage.

The discussion about whether Xie Guoshi is a true immortal or a human minister has lasted for a long time.

Some people praised Xie Guoshi and Li Tianshi as the only two people in Huaguo's official history that were clearly recorded to become true gods with mortal bodies.

Others call this an exaggeration of the records.

After Xie Guoshi took office, he devoted himself to benefiting the country with his talents.

Repairing imperial examinations, improving agricultural tools, searching for grain seeds, developing water conservancy... Culture and education are related to him, and business routes are related to him. The canal he chose is Fuze for thousands of years to keep the water and soil safe; Thanks to the teacher for persuading me to learn.

The more important evidence is that in the same year Xie Guoshi took office, the century-old Tiansheng Sect began to decline, and the Jing Dynasty's study of prophecy, talismans, and establishment of holy shrines all restrained and gradually declined.

How can a person who advocates seeking truth by seeking truth, seeking knowledge by investigating things, and enlightening the public to the way of science be the incarnation of theology?

No one knows what the truth is.

On July 14th, [-]th year of Dajing Shuntian, according to the solar eclipse, there are still [-] days left.

In the middle of the night, at the mountain range of the main altar of Xuanji Pavilion.

The mountain is dark, like a dormant giant beast.The bare rocks and scorched trees looked like guards, silently looking at the visitors of Qianbei Cave.

There is a flash of fire in each grotto, like candlelight for offerings, or like blood-red pupils of unwilling eyes.On the long and winding stone steps, there are stone lanterns lit by the disciples in advance to illuminate the path under their feet.

At the foot of the mountain, Hong Yao squatted in front of the stone steps.

"Sir, come up, I will carry you on my back."

There are only the two of them here, and the hidden guards are far away, so they won't show their faces easily.

"No, I'll go by myself..." Xie Huai'an softly refused.

He was originally a salted fish that hadn't moved much, and he was sick and weak, so his words became softer these days in order to save energy.

The voice scratched Hong Yao's ears like a feather, and Hong Yao showed a crazy and ferocious expression in a place Xie Huai'an couldn't see.

This madness flashed past and returned to calm.

"Sir...want to leave?" Hong Yao said softly, "The mountain road is rugged and long, so I will carry it on my back."

Xie Huai'an intuitively sensed the danger and shivered.

"Okay, there are no wild animals on this mountain..."

Xie Huaian shrank his head, tightened his cloak, and carefully climbed onto Hong Yao's back: "Can I put my hand here?"

"The night is cool and windy, don't dawdle. Separate your legs and hug my neck directly." Hong Yao ordered.

Xie Huai'an poked and moved, followed Hong Yao's instructions with a hot face, and relaxed his body to stick to Hong Yao's firm back.

He felt as if he had turned into a big bag of watermelons, and Hong Yao was the porter carrying the fruit up the mountain.After a while, he hypnotized himself as a weak little master, who was about to be captured by the big monster in Heishanzhai.

Anyway, it can't be Xie Huai'an and his boss: a little emperor who has not yet been crowned.

He is already an adult, how can he let the little emperor carry it, shame on him.

"What are you thinking, sir? The more you grasp it, the looser you are."

Hong Yao lifted Xie Huai'an up.

"Is Your Majesty tired?"

Xie Huaian put his head against Hong Yao, exhaled warm air, the night wind was slightly cool, and there was still a low fever on his forehead.

"It's as if there is no weight." Hong Yao bent down very low, and climbed up step by step without blushing or panting.

"It turns out that the master still has so many skills hidden. Are you tired of helping that kid figure out the name today?"

"Not tired, and I guess it's not for Zhou Yin, but to help His Majesty."

Xie Huai'an thought of the day, with lingering fears in his heart.

During the day, Zhou Yin came to vote and presented neatly written policy papers and poems, telling his dissatisfaction with the current imperial examinations, his ambition to serve the country with his own body, and willing to serve the monarch.

During the conversation, Zhou Yin gradually became emotional.

From the celestial masters who wantonly slaughtered, to the greedy courts who searched for the people's fat and anointing, down to the arrogant and extravagant saints and saints in the palace, including the male concubine Xie Shijun, they all criticized it impassionedly.

Xie Huai'an was so frightened that his melon seeds dropped, so he asked the female officer to cover him with a white gauze, and hurried out to smooth things over.

I'm afraid that if the young man who doesn't know the truth spouts one more word about concubine, he will be decapitated by the uncertain emperor——

He is now a fairy teacher and a servant of the emperor. He is a fairy teacher outside the palace, and he cooperates with the little emperor to pretend to be a concubine when he enters the palace.

It was the time when Hong Yao had his eyes on him, and I don't know what Hong Yao would think if someone scolded him for his status as a servant.

As soon as Xie Huaian came forward, Hong Yao immediately changed his attitude and began to test Zhou Yin.

Hong Yao raised a question that he had mentioned to Xie Huai'an:

If the celestial master falls, how should the people in the court settle?Since you said that you have the ambition to serve the country and have some experience with Zhaoge's situation, let's show the results.Who can stay?

Hong Yao gave a list with the names of officials densely written on it.

With his own relationship, the young man circled a few clear streams, and soon he was sweating coldly.

Xie Huai'an said softly: "Your Majesty, let me try it? It happens that Bo Luan is here, and he can act as a little book boy who draws circles."

Boluan is Zhou Yin's character.

Hong Yao was silent for a moment, and agreed.

Xie Huaian closed his eyes.On the screen that no one can see except him, the words "Lost and Found Today's Free Times 11" are particularly eye-catching.

He tried to ask "what's missing is the ones on this list who are clean and usable."

Soon the list appeared in his mind, and after disappearing like a wave, it turned into tired, pale, silent figures.They either buried their heads at their desks, cried bitterly to the moon, or hibernated in humiliation.

"Xiao Weishen, character Yuanzhi, a native of Wannian in Xingzhou, served as the official secretary of the Ministry of Officials..."

Xie Huaian said, Zhou Yin followed the speed of speech to find the people on the list at a glance, and made a brief mark.

After reading it, ink dots of different density can be seen everywhere on more than a dozen lists.

These are people who, under the absurd world ruled by the Celestial Master, have not abandoned their official positions and lived in seclusion, and are still rooted in the court to do as much as possible.There will be no real darkness in an era.At the end of the darkness, the sparks are struggling to burn, looking forward to the day when a new world will be burnt.

"The lord of the Ming Dynasty comes out, the gods come down, the gentleman is no longer dusty, it is difficult for treacherous evil to cause chaos, the country is not exhausted, and God blesses the great scene."

Zhou Yin couldn't bear it anymore, abandoned his pen and worshiped again, crying bitterly.