The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

The warm water vapor billowed up and blurred vision. The Taoist priest who was chanting sutras kept murmuring obscure words. Emperor Jiayou, who was sitting cross-legged on the bluestone in the center of the holy water altar, slowly opened his eyes: "Master, today we How's your morning class?"

Guo Ziqian, who was kneeling in front of the altar, was not in a hurry to answer. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. After reading a few strings of heart formulas, he said slowly: "The emperor is sincere, and even the world will be moved. The speed of cultivation is so fast. It's unbelievable, if given time, it will definitely surpass the previous emperor. The right time, place and people are in harmony, and it is not difficult to become immortal."

Emperor Jiayou couldn't contain his joy, jumped off the bluestone, carefully walked through the "holy water", put on the coat prepared by the pool, and was filled with indescribable satisfaction: "There is no way that I can't be as good as my son..."

Guo Ziqian didn't look back at Emperor Jiayou, he closed his eyes and counted: "Your Majesty, don't forget your sorrows because of the joy. Today's morning class, the poor Taoist entered the fairyland, and was drinking tea with his uncle Yan Jundaoren to enjoy the flowers. A fairy family came from the west, wearing a white robe and a golden crown, holding a jade wat. He is the Tianzhao Xingjun who controls the fate of the country. The Xingjun feels the heart of the Holy One, and he has come to tell the country that he is in trouble. I will ask you to tell you .”

"Mr. Xing has something to tell me?" Emperor Jiayou's voice trembled, he bowed three times in the direction of the altar regardless of his disheveled clothes, and asked softly, "What did Mr. Xing say?"

Guo Zigan shook his Taoist robe and stood up from the futon, his woodcarved lips remained motionless, and his voice just came out of his throat: "Nanke Meng."

"What do you mean?" Emperor Jiayou was full of doubts, grabbed Guo Zigan's Taoist robe and said anxiously: "The national teacher, please explain to me quickly!"

Guo Ziqian kept a straight face, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry: "Has the emperor heard of the doggerel "Nanke Meng" that has been widely circulated among the people recently?"

"What is this?" Emperor Jiayou said in a dissatisfied tone, his brows were tightly frowned: "The national teacher should keep his hands off!"

"Fatigue all day long is only for hunger, just now I think about clothes when I am full,

Having enough food and clothing, and thinking of a delicate and beautiful wife,

Married a beautiful wife and gave birth to children, hated having no land and few roots,

How vast is the fertile land, and there are too few horses to ride in and out,

The mules and horses of the trough head, have no official position and are bullied,

The county magistrate of Qipin is still too young, and he wants to hang purple clothes in the middle of the court,

Yipin is the uncle of the country, and he still wants to..."

"What else are you thinking about?" Emperor Jiayou was furious, gritted his teeth bitterly: "Thinking about this and not thinking about that, what should I do if I lose my head!"

"Pindao is terrified", saying "fear" in his mouth, but there is no trace of fear on his face, Guo Ziqian pleads guilty: "The last sentence of this poem is 'to ask the world's heart, unless Nanke is a dream'. Use this to remind the emperor. If there is a slip of the tongue, please forgive me."

Emperor Jiayou snorted coldly, and tied his belt loosely: "I understand the state teacher's intentions, and I have my own plans for Cao Guogong's affairs."

Since the assassination of He Yudiao's cell, Jin Wang Han Jing has been investigating the case more closely, and the adults in the Criminal Department are too busy to eat every day just to collect evidence from all sides.

Cao He was sitting in the lobby of the Ministry of Rites, but his heart was soaked in oil, and any disturbance would make him restless.However, Cao Guogong was still very calm, so he ignored this matter and let him decide completely.Without a backbone, Cao He felt that he was being tortured every day.

"Lord Cao, there is news from the altar," the assassin pretending to be a servant took advantage of pouring water and whispered in Cao He's ear, shaking his hand to press the small bar under the teacup.

Cao He pretended to drink tea, and spread a small note in his palm.

"Guo advises the emperor to rebel."

Those four words made Cao He break out in a cold sweat instantly. King Jin was tough enough to deal with, and with the addition of Emperor Jiayou, Cao He felt that he had no chance of winning at all.

The calf cramped all the time, and the hand holding the pen was shaking endlessly. If he continued to endure it, he would really go crazy. Cao He took off his official robe, clutching the small stick in his hand, and hurried to Cao's mansion.

"Uncle!" Cao He pushed the fat man who was sleeping on the recliner, his tone was full of anxiety: "You can't sleep if you are too old!"

Cao Guogong curled his lips and was very dissatisfied. After seeing clearly, the man suppressed his anger: "What's the matter? Lost your soul?"

"Hey!" Cao He sighed, "Uncle, what happened with He Yudiao has caused panic inside and outside the court, which is very unfavorable to us. Guo Ziqian also advised the emperor to deal with us in the spies report at the altar this morning! Now... now But what's the matter?"

Cao Guogong lowered his face and said in a muffled voice: "You are in a hurry, but what's the use of being in a hurry? The most important thing now is to hold our ground. The fear of people may not be harmful to us!"

Cao He was even more suspicious: "This... my nephew is stupid, please let my uncle express it!"

The corners of Cao Guogong's mouth curled up, and a pair of small mung bean eyes stared at Cao He: "He'er, we don't do anything, just wait for a good show!"

One thought, one world, one step, one universe.This sentence is about the way of being a king, and it is especially suitable for playing Go.

Guo Ziqian and Qi Yuanshan had been in a stalemate for nearly an hour before the chess game, the green smoke constantly coming out of the alchemy furnace in the house was so thick that it was choking and dizzy, and the black and white staggered chess pieces concealed all kinds of calculations of the chess player.

Qi Yuanshan coughed lightly: "Master Guo, it's your turn."

Guo Ziqian stared at the chessboard for a long time, waved his sleeves and stood up: "Young Master Qi, let's call it a day!"

"Why?" Qi Yuanshan was puzzled, and looked up at Guo Ziqian: "This game is not over yet, does the national teacher not want to decide the winner!"

Guo Ziqian moved to the window and stretched out his hand to push it away, waiting for the green smoke to disperse a bit: "It's a dead end within ten steps, does it matter whether you go down or not?"

Qi Yuanshan opened the folding fan, and slapped it hard in front of him a few times to dispel the strong sandalwood scent: "How will you know that it will be a dead end if you don't go to the end, maybe I can win you in less than ten steps!"

Not seeing joy or anger, Guo Zigan had a stiff face, his eyes were not cloudy, but they were not clear, and he was lifeless and depressed: "You can't win me, just like I can't win you! Everything in the world is like this, entangled In the end, you just pushed yourself into a corner."

"The words of the national teacher are wrong." Qi Yuanshan put away the paper fan and said seriously: "As the saying goes, there is another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

Guo Ziqian rarely frowned, and said in a low voice: "Poverty thought that Mr. Qi would be obsessed with one thing at a time, but now it seems that he is supercilious."

"There is no way to change the old and the new." Qi Yuanshan's expression changed slightly: "The world has its own conclusions and cannot be controlled by human power. Mortal ants live with it!"

Guo Ziqian quickly returned to that rigid face: "Mr. Qi has a broad mind, and he can see everything!"

"Why can't you see?" Qi Yuanshan's tone was flat, and he was extraordinarily free and easy: "It's a blessing or a disaster that is coming. You can't hide it. Since you can't hide it, you don't have to hide it. National teacher, no matter what others say, Xiaoshan himself I think it is also an ordinary person. The sky is big and the earth is big, how can it be bigger than the family and life? There are all kinds of wonderful things in the world of mortals, and I have not seen them all."