I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

Zisheng was exposed to nature again, and the long-lost light made his eyes hurt.But Zisheng's physical body hadn't seen the light outside for too long, and he didn't want to close his eyes, he just lay in the coffin and looked at the sky full of stars.

The soil was stepped on, and the familiar footsteps came in a hurry.Before Zisheng saw anyone, a plain white dress appeared in his mind.

Zisheng's eyes finally became sore, dry and painful.He blinked, a layer of mist formed in his eyes.

The invisible Tai Chi under him is gradually shrinking, and he can hear voices within a radius of ten miles as he lies on the formation.

When Zishou approached the coffin, his footsteps finally slowed down.His steps were light and heavy, very unsteady.

He finally saw Zisheng's pale cheeks, and also met Zisheng's dark eyes.

When Zisheng saw him, something stuck in his throat, and he let out a dull sound for a long time.

"Brother Wang..."

"Hmm." Zishou responded, this time he didn't like joking with Zisheng as much as before.

Zishou looked down and saw the solid nanmu coffin, obviously he could lift Zisheng out as soon as he mentioned it, but he didn't mention it.

He looked at the coffin with a more ruthless look.

He held one side of the coffin with one hand, his veins bulging, and he exerted a sudden force.

He only heard a "creak", and one side of the coffin was directly smashed into pieces by him.

Zisheng called "Brother Wang" again, and Zishou seemed to wake up. He threw down the wood and took the initiative to hug Zisheng with both hands for the first time.

The yin energy from the ground had eroded Zisheng for too long, and Zisheng's body was icy cold, but Zishou's spacious embrace made Zisheng warm up.

Zisheng thought for a while, and he rested his forehead on Zishou's shoulder.

Zishou stretched out his big palm and touched Zisheng's head. The moment he turned around, he suddenly stretched out his legs and kicked towards the coffin with all his strength.

There was a sound of breaking wind, and the coffin was kicked out vigorously, "Boom—bang!"

The coffin hit the dirt wall beside it, and instantly shattered into jagged pieces of wood.

Dust rose, and the movement shocked everyone present.

They stared in shock at the tomb that was obscured by the dust. When the dust cleared, they looked at the pile of sawdust at the bottom of the pit. Their scalps felt numb and their bodies shivered.

Because the prince was about to come up, the soldiers began to clear the way.

When the prince came up with the little prince in his arms, the courtiers were shocked. They never thought that the little prince was really buried under the tomb of the gods!

But... why would a living person be buried in the tomb of God?

Why did the prince have such a dream?

They looked at the burly prince, and an irresistible force made them very powerless.

Panic arose in the hearts of the courtiers.

In the Yin and Shang Dynasties, people were born to determine their status, and slaves were always slaves, and they could not get ahead for a lifetime.

The nobles can firmly control a large amount of power. When the nobles are at their peak, they can compete with the royal family and even overwhelm the royal family.

It can be said that their fine clothes and food can be seen from many years ago to hundreds of years later, and they should be firmly in control of everything.

but--

I don't know if it's because the thunder tonight is too terrifying, or because there is a group of invisible Qi around Zishou, they dare not look at Zishou.

They were terrified.

Zisheng was keenly aware of something, he raised his chin from Zishou's shoulder, and glanced at the courtiers on both sides.

But the courtiers kept their heads down, looking at the ground.

The white fox has been following Zishou, seeing Zishou stop, it screams anxiously, trying to nest into Zisheng's arms.

Zi Shou glanced at him lightly, but he didn't dislike this beast as much as before.

It was cold and scary down there, but fortunately there was a living creature beside Zisheng, otherwise Zishou couldn't imagine what kind of fear Zisheng would be in there.

Ever since Emperor Yi welcomed his son Shou that day, Emperor Yi fell ill.

Emperor Yi lay in the dormitory all day and was taken care of by others, and Zi Shou took control of the power for a month.

During this period, the princes and ministers were silent, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads when facing Zishou.

It was a month of calm and peace, and no one mentioned Zishou's digging open the tomb of the god.

Di Yi is playing with Zi Sheng in the bedroom.

Di Yi liked this youngest son very much. The youngest son was good in everything, but his personality was not very lively.

Zisheng has a steamed bun face, and his appearance is pleasing, but he just likes to sit like him and read official documents when he has nothing to do.

The youngest son can process official documents faster than him, and with the help of the youngest son, Emperor Yi is also happy to be at leisure.

He didn't seem to be worried at all about Zisheng's seizure of power.After Zisheng finished his business, he held Zisheng in his arms.

Di Yi looked in the direction of the door of the bedroom, his eyes dimmed, and his words carried reminiscence.

"Sheng'er... Father is not as courageous as your brother Wang. Father wants to find you back, but he dare not dig the tomb of the god."

"My father likes you. My father's two favorite sons are your elder brother and you."

"It's the father who is cowardly... After knowing this, he pushed the power over and put everything on your brother. The father hid behind and watched him save you, and watched him offend the rich and powerful. Father The king regrets..."

Di Yi coughed twice, Zi Sheng was originally his old son, but now his hair is already gray.

"Father is getting old, this matter should be let father come forward, even if he offends someone, it will be written off after father's death."

The youngest son is young, and his looks are easy to let people down. Emperor Yi always likes to tell Zisheng what's on his mind.

He stroked Zisheng's head, and Zisheng leaned against his arms.

After pretending to be ill for a month, Emperor Yi finally returned to court.

He had just regained power, and the impeachment of Zishou was overwhelmingly presented to Emperor Yi.

Some old dignitaries even begged Emperor Yi to abolish the prince in the name of Zisheng's disrespect to the gods.

Emperor Yi naturally refused, but the royal power at this time was not as strong as the later generations, and it could not directly confront the nobles. Therefore, the royal power and the nobles were in a stalemate with each other.

Zisheng heard the news that some nobles wanted to support him to the throne.There are often palace people around him who inadvertently ruin Zishou's reputation.

At first, Zisheng questioned this person on trumped-up charges, but later, Zisheng also pretended not to know it at all.

He set a time limit for himself, and when his father left and his brother came to the throne, it was the beginning of his complete rectification of the Yin and Shang Dynasties.

If Zisheng grows a little bit longer, the narrow palace can't satisfy him anymore.He started to run out, and the whole picture of Yin Shang gradually came into his field of vision.

When he was a child, Zi Shou liked him running wild, but since Zi Shou carried him out of the grave, Zi Shou didn't like him running around.

He ran out that day, but was caught by Zi Shou's personal guards.

He was over five years old, but the quilt shou held the collar with one hand, and walked around the palace like a public execution.

To punish him, Zi punished him and ran around the palace twice.

Zisheng is good at immortal skills, but he doesn't like sports.

He gently tugged at his prince's prince's clothes, Zi Shou lowered his head, Zi Sheng's dark eyes were very sincere.

Zi Shou smiled, pushed him forward, and asked someone to bring a reclining chair.

"Zisheng, let's run. Brother Wang, just sit here and see how long Zisheng can run."

The white fox locked in the cage held the cage with two furry paws, staring at the child in extreme grief and anger.

As a "accompanying reader", Baihu was not strictly supervised and was punished by sitting down.

After Zisheng finished running, he was as tired as a dead dog.He was dragged by the collar by the quilt and carried back to the bedroom.

Zisheng has a mount that no one in the palace owns, and that is his brother Wang's hand.In a day, a large hand can even take him more time than Zisheng can walk by himself.

In the folk, adults always tell their children some mysterious stories to frighten them so that they can manage them conveniently.

Zishou is no exception.

He asked the palace people to collect some folk stories, and specially selected some to tell Zisheng.

"Whether it's inside or outside the city, someone will always steal a child your age.

Because you are not their child, they will not care about your life, you are just a mustard to them.

Some villages have the custom of offering sacrifices to the river god. At this time of year, they always collect a pair of boys and girls, tie them to a raft, and let the raft sink to the bottom to feed the river god, so as to ensure good weather in the coming year.

In the beginning, people from the village came from house to house.Later, someone played tricks and bought a boy to replace his son.

Later, the news spread, and more and more people bought children to replace them.Buying children has become a tacit thing in the future. Some people can't afford it, so they simply start stealing!

For a time, many families lost their children. "

Zishou's original intention was to tell Zisheng not to run around, Zisheng nodded, and a smear of unkindness flashed in his eyes.

At this time, Zishou's staff came, and the staff first saluted Zishou, and then said worriedly.

"The nobles have monopolized the money, the dynasty has no money to use, and even the normal expenditure is difficult to continue..."

When Zisheng saw his staff talking to his brother Wang, he tactfully withdrew.

The nobles are forcing the royal family to abolish Zishou, and this is not the first time they have monopolized money.Even in the recent wars, no one from the noble family made a sound.

Zishou pulled out a few capable generals from the slaves to fight in a hurry, and when they returned with complete victory, the nobles began to talk about right and wrong again.

Even if Zisheng is a salty fish, he will be angry when he hears these words.

Brother Wang has accumulated a lot of things, in order to deal with these things, he doesn't have time to play with Zisheng.

For a while Zisheng was free, and it happened that his elder brother didn't care about him, so Zisheng sneaked out of the palace again.

In the past two days, the water in the moat had risen sharply. Zisheng liked the waves, so he went to the moat.

Ordinary children were brought back by their parents, and they were repeatedly reprimanded not to go to the moat.

If Zisheng was a mortal, he would naturally not come, but for him who has immortal skills, the water is no different from air to him.

The red gold left by the sunset glows, and the water of the moat is sparkling.

There was a slight fluctuation in the river surface, Zisheng's ears moved, and suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Why is the little baby sitting here alone?"

Zisheng looked up, he was a tall man, wearing a water-blue crown suit, his complexion was very white, almost white with blue streaks.

Zisheng lowered his head, as a way of saying hello to this person.

He said to this person again: "The river is swollen today, I came to see the water."

The man smiled. Seeing Zisheng's chubby baby, his heart felt itchy as if he had been stabbed by something.

Anyway, the baby was still young, so the man lost his guard.He really loved Zisheng very much, and he didn't know where he took out a fist-sized night pearl to give to Zisheng.

He even coaxed Zisheng, "See if this bead looks good? You can take it back and roll it for fun, it rolls really fast."

Zisheng: ...

Although I am small, I am not stupid.

Seeing that Zisheng refused to accept it, the man thought that Zisheng didn't like the night pearl, so he took out another smaller bead.

Although the pearl is only the size of a grape, its color is clear red, and its value is even higher than several luminous pearls.

"This one is lighter, so it's easier for you to hold."

Zisheng hastily pushed it away.

"You and I have never met before, how can I accept your things for nothing."

In the eyes of that person, this little doll is really interesting, and he speaks in a different way, and he doesn't know where he learned it.

The man bowed his hands and saluted Zi Sheng as if coaxing a child.

"My name is Ao Bing, so I can be regarded as an acquaintance with my little friend."