The son-in-law of a prosperous family

Fang Huai's eyes dodged, and he stamped his feet in embarrassment and anxiety: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will be really angry!"

But the red ears and slightly upturned mouth corners clearly revealed the joy in his heart.

Zhao Yunchuan saw it all, but he deliberately refused to give in. He leaned down slightly, and touched his nose to Fang Huai's. His voice was low and ambiguous: "Brother Huai, I feel even more distressed when you are angry. Why don't you punish me and make me tell you these things in my heart every day from now on, okay?"

Fang Huai bit his lower lip lightly, turned his head away, and said angrily: "Who wants to listen to your nonsense. You just like to bully me."

Zhao Yunchuan gently hugged Fang Huai's waist, pulled him into his arms, and said with a smile: "How could I bear to bully you? I love you. Think about it, when the child is older, our family of three can bask in the sun and play in the yard. At night, after we coax the child to sleep, we can sit under the eaves, enjoy the evening breeze, and I will tell you these secrets that only belong to the two of us."

Hearing this, Fang Huai's eyes softened, and he imagined the future, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. But he still pretended to be serious and said, "You are just making some big promises to me. By the time the child cries, I'm afraid you will have lost your patience."

Zhao Yunchuan shook his head quickly, with a serious look on his face: "How could that be? I have already thought about it. When the child starts crying, I will hold him and pace around the room, singing him your favorite song. Maybe the child will stop crying after listening to it. When he falls asleep, I will come back to accompany you, massage your feet, and tell you about the interesting things I encountered during the day."

Fang Huai couldn't help laughing and gently poked Zhao Yunchuan's chest: "You're the only one who can say that, but hearing you say that makes me look forward to it."

The moonlight was like water, shining through the window onto the two of them, reflecting their interdependent figures. The house was full of a sweet atmosphere, and all the shyness and anger turned into deep love, spreading wantonly in this quiet night.

Zhao Yunchuan went to the palace on time every day to do his work and told the emperor anecdotes, and life returned to normal.

On this day, he told the story of cultivating immortals that he had carefully prepared.

In the story, above the fairy mountain shrouded in clouds and mist, the immortal cultivator flies on his sword, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, experiencing thunder disasters and trials in secret realms, and with the help of spiritual plants and mysterious magic weapons, he breaks through the realms step by step, pursuing immortality and extraordinary powers.

The emperor listened attentively, deeply attracted by the ups and downs of the plot and the fantastic and magnificent settings. He kept his eyes fixed on the whole process, frowning slightly from time to time at the thrilling parts of the story, and smiling with satisfaction when the protagonist turned danger into safety.

After the story was told, the emperor was still not satisfied. He looked at Zhao Yunchuan with great interest and asked, "My dear Zhao, your story is really wonderful! I can't help but wonder, are there really immortals in this world? If so, are the methods of cultivating immortals true? Are the methods of breathing in spiritual energy and taking elixirs to improve cultivation mentioned in those stories reliable?"

Zhao Yunchuan was slightly startled. He had only told the story of cultivating immortals as a pastime, and had never thought that the emperor would ask so seriously. After a little thought, he bowed respectfully, with a sincere look on his face: "Your Majesty, I think that the story of immortals is more derived from folk legends and the romantic imagination of the ancients. In this world, there is no conclusive evidence to prove that immortals really exist."

The emperor stroked his beard, his eyes full of inquiry: "That being said, the world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders. How can we make such a conclusion? Maybe the immortals are hiding in the deep mountains and valleys, and it is difficult for mortals to find them. As for the method of cultivating immortals, I have heard that Taoists do have the art of breathing and guiding. Could it be that this is just empty talk?"

Zhao Yunchuan understood that the emperor was very interested in cultivating immortals, so he patiently explained: "Your Majesty, the Taoist breathing and guiding techniques do have the effect of strengthening the body, and can make people calm their minds and make their blood flow smoothly. But it is very different from the immortal cultivation methods mentioned in the stories that can instantly ascend to heaven and become a saint.

The magic weapons, magical herbs and elixirs in the story are more to add a magical touch to the story.

In my humble opinion, instead of pinning your hopes on the illusory cultivation of immortality, it is better to focus on the present, work diligently to govern the country, and ensure that the people live and work in peace and contentment. This is the real achievement, and perhaps it will be recorded in history and admired by future generations. "

After hearing what Zhao Yunchuan said, the emperor not only did not give up the idea, but a hint of enthusiasm flashed in his eyes: "My dear Zhao, what you said is somewhat reasonable, but I have heard that in ancient times, there were emperors who pursued immortality and took elixirs. Even if those elixirs cannot help people ascend to immortality, if they can strengthen the body and prolong life, it is also very good."

As he spoke, the emperor's eyes revealed an irrepressible anticipation, as if as long as he found those magical elixirs, he could touch the secret of immortality.

Zhao Yunchuan thought to himself that this was not good, and hurriedly took another step forward and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, this is absolutely not allowed! Throughout the ages, many emperors have been obsessed with elixirs, but few have had a good ending. The so-called elixirs are mostly made of heavy metals such as mercury and lead, which are extremely harmful to the human body. When you first take them, you may feel refreshed and energetic, but this is just overdrawing your body's vitality. Over time, toxins will accumulate in the body, which will inevitably cause various diseases and endanger your life."

The emperor frowned, obviously doubting what Zhao Yunchuan said. "My dear Zhao, you are exaggerating. I heard that the method of refining elixirs is mysterious. Maybe there are experts who can refine elixirs that are harmless and beneficial."

He was still full of yearning for the elixir, which could bring immortality. Who wouldn't want immortality?

Anyway, he wanted to!