People Are in the Great Antiquity Times, Just Become the Emperor of Heaven

Na Jinjian gave him two pestles, but he couldn't bear it.

When I was a child, I heard that the grand master beat him a lot.But people are cheap, every day when Grand Master Wen was in court, he hoped that he would go away, but now that he is gone, he misses Grand Master Wen again.

Just thinking about Wen Taishi, the driving official said: "If you have something to play, you will leave the court if you have nothing to do."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a member of the right class come out of the class, bowing down on the golden steps, holding his ivory wat high, and calling him a minister: "The minister is tolerant of crimes and prime ministers, and he is in charge of the court. If there is something to do, he dare not fail to play; tomorrow is the eighth day of the first month. On the eve of Christmas, His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, please come to the Holy Father Palace to offer incense!"

Di Xin was taken aback for a moment, and said to himself: "Isn't it the Nuwa Palace? Why did the script change?" Thinking in his heart, he said: "What merits does the Emperor of Heaven have for the human race? ?”

Shang Rong said: "Your Majesty the Emperor of Heaven was born in the human race. In the past, the monster race enslaved the human race. The Holy Father smashed the shackles of the human race, overthrew the slavery of the demon race, and taught the human race the fundamentals of making a living. .To worship my Holy Father today, the four seasons will be prosperous, the country will be long, the rain will be smooth, and the disaster will disappear. This righteous god who blesses the country and protects the people, Your Majesty should go and make incense!"

Di Xin thought about it, and said in a formulaic way: "Zhunqing Memorial!"

In fact, he was also curious as to what the Holy Father was. He had only heard of the Holy Mother, but he had never heard of the Holy Father...

After returning to the palace, the decree came out.The next day, Di Xin led two groups of civil and military personnel to go to the Holy Father's Palace to offer incense.

It has to be said that the Holy Father's Palace is magnificent, but it is January at this time, the spring is still cold, and there is a heavy snow falling, and it is decorated with silver, which is also very enchanting.

After offering incense, Di Xin looked outside the room and couldn't help feeling poetic.

"Get a pen! I want to write poetry!"

The left and right classes retreated, and someone offered a pen. Di Xinti concentrated his mind and wrote on the pillar beside Chu Yi's icon:

"Something is flying in the sky."

"A pile of east and west piles."

"Could it be that the Emperor of Heaven built a golden palace?"

"Sieve lime duck sieve lime."

After finishing his poem, Di Xin looked at the masterpiece on the pillar in front of him with satisfaction.Before I could appreciate myself for a long time, I saw the Prime Minister Shang Rong playing ignorantly: "The holy father is the righteous god of the ancient times, the blessing of the court song. Veteran, please drive incense and pray for blessings, so that all people can work happily and rain The wind is smooth, and the fire is calm. Your Majesty is writing a poem today, blaspheming the sages of Wei, without any sincerity. Rumor has it that the Holy One has no moral authority!"

"That's enough, that's enough, I just wrote it on the pillar because I saw the heavy snow falling and got something in my heart." Di Xin laughed and said, "This is what I feel in my heart. When the Holy Father sees it, he will only feel the sincerity of the widow. One piece, how can you blame the widow? Please don’t say anything again!”

After this nonsensical theory continued, Shang Rong opened his mouth, really not knowing what to say.

Forget it, let the king do it himself, anyway... It's not an insult to the Holy Father anyway, what about writing a poem, so what if the literary talent is not good?

Zhang Zongchang: Are you polite?don't cue...

Chapter 53 My Favorite Elder Sister

Di Xin looked at the poems on the pillar with satisfaction, and led all the civil and military officials to leave the Holy Father's Palace and return to the court.

As soon as he went back, he regretted it.

A little wind blew over just now, and he didn't know why he wrote a poem because of his obsession. Now he regrets it, very, very regretful.

Afterwards, he was startled. In the Romance of the Gods, King Zhou and Nuwa's pilgrimage to the Palace of the Gods was a sinister poem that he began to inscribe after being bewitched by a gust of evil wind. Now that he blows a little wind himself, is he being tricked too?

After thinking about it, [-]% of them are accurate calculations.

Zhunti in the Western Pure Land World twitched his face, and wrote down the slander of the Emperor.

Chu Yi, who was 36 days away, felt something in his heart. After doing some calculations, he found the poem in the Holy Father's Palace.

"Hiss...something is flying in the sky, piled here and there. Could it be that the Emperor of Heaven built a golden palace, sifted lime, sifted lime..."

"How courageous!" Chu Yi clapped the table, Tianyan was furious.

"What's the matter?" Yaochi asked with concern, and put a cherry into Chu Yi's mouth at the right time.

"This bastard emperor ((￣～￣)chew!), actually dared to inscribe this kind of poem in the Holy Father's Palace. It's really... really..." Chu Yi said with a huff.

"What is it really? Let me see." Yaochi put his spiritual sense into the lower realm, saw the poem on the pillar, and laughed out loud.

"It's really a bosom friend!" Chu Yi patted his thigh, thinking that this dog must be a time traveler...

Yao Chi covered his mouth, and smiled with crooked eyebrows: "It makes sense, this Emperor and Husband's style are very similar."

"..." Chu Yi was speechless: "The poems I wrote for you are so bad!"

"No, no, my husband is the most powerful, mu~ah~!" Yaochi smiled and held Chu Yi in his arms, and rewarded him with a kiss.

"I'm not a silly kid, how could you treat me like this!" Although Chu Yi enjoyed it, he still protested.

"Stupid child, how could you be a stupid child." Yaochi's eyes were full of doting.

"..." Chu Yi's mind exploded a bit: "Forget it, I want to be quiet."

"Who is Jingjing? And which vixen?" Yaochi pricked up her ears vigilantly: "I warn you, Chu Yi! Don't bring any weird women back!"

"All right, all right." Chu Yi waved his hand: "What you're saying makes me look like a philandering radish."

"A big radish with a flower heart?" Yao Chi laughed at Chu Yi's shamelessness: "Chu Yi! You still say you are not a big radish with a heart?"

"Why did you say that?" Chu Yi looked innocent.

"Let me ask you, what's the matter with Yunxiao? What's the matter with Chu Ge? What's the matter with Sister Houtu, and what's the matter with Nuwa!" Yaochi twisted Chu Yi's waist, and asked bitterly.

Chu Yi didn't have a conscience, he had no conscience like an onion.He put his arms around Yaochi's slender waist, and whispered in her ear: "Isn't this all a misunderstanding, sister, don't take such superficial matters too seriously, you see, my husband and I have consolidated our marriage through marriage. The relationship between Jiejiao, Yaozu, Wa Palace, and the underworld, this is a plan that kills four birds with one stone!"

"I believe in you! You little villain is very bad!" Yao Chi added some strength to his hands.

But it doesn't hurt.