At sunset on the second day, Wei Yuan walked into the Prince's Mansion.
The Prince of Ying's Mansion is large in scale and covers an area even wider than the Prince of Wei's Mansion, but as soon as he entered the palace gate, Wei Yuan felt a desolate atmosphere coming towards his face.
The old concierge led Wei Yuan toward the main hall. The entire palace was dark and dark, with only a few lights lit. The dim lights in some places were worse than no lights at all, making the entire palace even darker.
A lot of weeds have grown in the gaps between the large green bricks on the ground, and no one has cleaned them up. Wei Yuan didn't see many people in the huge palace. If it weren't for the occasional figure passing by in a hurry, Wei Yuan would have been a little suspicious.
This is a haunted house.
Fortunately, the main hall finally had normal lights. The concierge led Wei Yuan through the main hall and into the side courtyard. In the pavilion by the small lake, there was a table of wine and food.
A man was already sitting in the pavilion. When Wei Yuan saw him, his eyes narrowed subconsciously, and then two tears fell down.
The man handed Wei Yuan a white cloth and asked him to wipe away the tears in his eyes, and then said apologetically: "I was injured in the north and it has not healed. My body and magic are not very coordinated and I cannot control my own strength. But I
I am naturally sensitive, and you usually can’t see the magic power I am radiating.”
Wei Yuan said: "The King of England's magical powers are truly worthy of his reputation!"
The King of England shook his head and said: "The cultivation of this magical power involves endless causes and effects. I would rather go back to my youth when I accomplished nothing, but I just can't let go of the people in the north."
Wei Yuan asked tentatively: "Is the war situation in the north okay?"
"The army of the Jin Dynasty is in decline, and many names are only on the roster. It is said that there are still one million troops, but in fact I have no available troops and can only barely maintain the battle line. It is a pity that there are 13 million troops in the north.
The people have fallen into the hands of the Liao barbarians again, and I don't know when they will be able to return to the Jin Dynasty." The King of England sighed.
"Come here, eat whatever you want. Don't be dissatisfied with the simplicity. There is only one cook in my house. He is old and can only cook a few dishes."
What was placed in front of Wei Yuan was only four dishes, one soup, and two bowls of rice. The dish only had one meatball, and the rest were vegetarian dishes. The only praiseworthy thing was that the rice was Lingmi and the dishes were Lingshu. But which dignitary would know that?
Eat all kinds of food? Every meal of the Seventh Grade Official is spiritual food.
The King of England said: "I have heard some things about you. When you set up the boundary stone to protect the people, I was deeply impressed by your original intention. However, the situation in the Jin Dynasty is complicated, and it is not as cold as a day. Many things are done with caution. Gradually,
The situation has deteriorated. Brother Wang also worked hard to manage the situation when he first came to power, but later encountered a series of changes and his temperament changed drastically."
Wei Yuan said: "Your Majesty, it would be better if I knew less about this kind of thing..."
The King of England smiled helplessly and said: "You are cautious. Haha, if I were half as cautious as you, I probably wouldn't..."
The King of England did not continue, and Wei Yuan had no problem. The less you know about these past events of the royal family, the better, otherwise you will only get into trouble. Although Wei Yuan wants to make many bad connections, it is better to avoid such things.
Wei Yuan casually asked some questions about spiritual practice and changed the subject. The King of England gave serious instructions, and the meal was finished in the blink of an eye.
To be honest, a monk's daily needs are much more than ordinary people. Wei Yuan's physical body is strong and his cultivation level is low, so he needs a lot of food, or he must take pills such as Bingliang Pills and Bigu Pills.
The King of Wei was too extravagant, and the King of England was too thrifty. After one meal, Wei Yuan was half full. But the old cook obviously didn't intend to cook anymore, so he brought up a large bucket of spiritual rice, and Wei Yuan and the King of Ying each worked on it.
Half a barrel.
After dinner, the King of England said: "Autumn hunting is the most important thing now, and there is something hidden in it. If you encounter something strange during autumn hunting, don't worry about it, just pretend it doesn't exist, act normally, and get what you deserve."
Just one portion is fine.”
Wei Yuan asked: "If it is really a big deal, should I quit?"
"That's not necessary. In other words, you can't withdraw even if you are serving the country or the people." At this point, the King of England said with some sarcasm and helplessness: "Now the national treasury is empty, and there is not much left. What is left is these supplies.
, if you don't take it, someone will take it. But if it falls into their hands, it will only make the rich richer, but it will have nothing to do with the people, and there will not be half a tael of silver used for military supplies and defense."
Wei Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Then I will take the share I deserve."
The King of England smiled and said: "This is the best!"
Until he left the Prince of England's Mansion, Wei Yuan actually still didn't understand why the Prince of England asked him to come for this meal. After thinking about it, it seemed that the most likely thing was to take a look at himself?
As for what is hidden in the autumn hunting, Wei Yuan is not curious at all, let alone wants to know. Now he just wants to participate normally and get some rewards.
The purpose is to mobilize the troops from the Western Region back to the north, so that he can no longer worry about what is behind him and concentrate on advancing westward.
On the top of Yunshan Mountain outside the royal capital, there is a magnificent palace. It has a strange style and looks like a temple. It is unknown which sect's dojo it is.
The main hall is thirty feet high, and there is smoke inside, as if someone is singing in a low voice. There is a pond in the hall, the water is bottomless. There is an altar at the end of the hall, but there is no statue of the god on the altar.
King Jin stood in front of the altar, with a square pond behind him. He bowed to the empty altar seven times in a row. Suddenly, colorful auras rose up from the water in the pool and submerged into King Jin's body.
King Jin's body trembled slightly, his face gradually became glossy, and his aura increased.
The clouds and mist in the hall parted to both sides, and a man in a blue shirt walked out. The green shirt was so thin that one could almost completely see the body inside.
She walked slowly towards King Jin. Wherever she passed, white flowers sprouted on the ground.
King Jin seemed to be aware of something. He turned around and saw the approaching figures. He lowered his head slightly and said, "Bodhisattva, our progress has been slow recently. What should we do?"
She didn't stop until she came to the King of Jin and said: "There is no need to be anxious. The great medicine will germinate after the autumn hunting, and then the medicine will appear. The national destiny will slowly be stimulated from then on. Now, it's time for the evening class
It’s time.”
"Bodhisattva is compassionate."
She turned around and walked to the back hall first. Prince Jin followed her, walking on the path with white flowers. As she walked, pieces of her green shirt fell to the ground and turned into green grass.
There was a small door leading to the back hall. She opened the door, but did not go in. Instead, she stood by the door and waited for King Jin to enter before she followed him in.
There seemed to be infinite light inside the door, and the light dispelled the fog on her face, revealing a pair of cyan eyes.
Jindu Palace, Chunhua Hall.
It was getting late at this time, but Concubine Yuan was not sleepy at all. She was twisting a grass stalk and playing with the thrush in the cage.
Behind her stood a young official with red eyebrows. He lowered his head and did not dare to look around. He quickly but clearly described everything that had happened to Wei Yuan since he entered the royal capital.
Concubine Yuan suddenly stopped holding the straw in her hand and asked, "When he said, 'He's just a prince with no real power,' did King Wei hear it?"
"Many young masters in the hall heard it at that time, and King Wei must have heard it too."
"Go down."
The young eunuch lowered his head and quickly exited the Chunhua Hall, not daring to look around. The last eunuch saw someone he shouldn't have looked at, and lost his eyes at that time, and now he doesn't know where he is.
Concubine Yuan asked calmly: "Where is the king?"
A maid who was always standing in the shadows replied: "Your Majesty went to the Vajra Monastery outside the city tonight and will not come back."
"Oh, then go to sleep."
The maid left the room and went to prepare toiletries.
Concubine Yuan caressed her belly gently, showed a faint smile, and said to herself: "You still know how to get involved with yourself, such a knowledgeable little dog, I have to feed you another bite."
For several days in a row, Wei Yuan did not receive any more invitations. It seems that after the unhappy night with King Wei, many people who originally wanted to hold a Hongmen banquet backed down. Others who had intended to make friends with him had given up.
The man quietly withdrew the greeting card to draw a clear line between himself and Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan was so happy to be at peace that he ordered the officials at the post house to bring in more than a dozen boxes of Jin history. He watched the swords every day and slowly read them one by one when he had free time.
Wei Yuan read from near to far, first looking at the recent recorded history. After reading two books, he saw the historian's hidden sigh under the text.
According to Tang Li, the princes and kings can only be granted the title of marquis, not even the prince. Only the emperor can ennoble kings and princes. However, as the nine kingdoms became stronger and the emperor became weaker, each country has already had a bunch of princes, and the clans can appoint kings on their own.
It is not uncommon to find people with different surnames such as Wang. To this day, everyone has long been accustomed to it.
There are Spring and Autumn writing techniques everywhere in the history of Jin, and Wei Yuan also found it very difficult to read. However, he was proficient in the history of Tang Dynasty, and by comparing it with the history of Tang Dynasty, many secrets were slowly discovered.
Wei Yuan discovered that during the first thirty years of King Jin's rule, he pushed the border three thousand miles north. This alone made him a wise man. But in the next fifty years, King Jin seemed to be a different person, moody and unpredictable.
The use of traitors makes the people miserable.
As good fortune never comes in pairs, misfortune never comes alone. In the past, a natural disaster that could be recorded in history would occur every three to five years. As a result, the people became increasingly miserable, and sometimes people even starved to death.
The King of Jin has been on the throne for eighty years. The present prince was established as prince when he was twelve years old and moved into Chengqian Hall. It has been forty-four years now.
Seeing this, Wei Yuan thought thoughtfully. King Jin had already lived a long life as a human king.
The history of the Jin Dynasty only records one side, and it is fragmentary and vague. It is full of Spring and Autumn writing methods and taboos for the venerable. In addition to the history of the Jin Dynasty, there is also the history of immortals.
In the Western Jin Dynasty, there were two major families with seven surnames and thirteen favorites, one was the Xu family, and the other was the Lu family, both of which had immortal kings in charge. What is interesting is that the original Lu family with an immortal king in charge was in Ningzhou, where the King of Jin was
It seems that the branch in the Lu family is not the direct lineage of Chang Fang.
It's just that there is no information to look up in the history of immortality, and all Wei Yuan remembers is the content taught in the general education class on the path of immortality during the intensive teaching. Now it seems that the relationship within the Lu family is a bit strange.
For example, among the three Lis with the seven surnames and Shisanwang, two of them are the Li family of the Southern Qi Dynasty and the Li family of the Zhao state. The main family is the royal family, and the immortal king also comes from the clan. This is completely different from the Lu family.
Now the King of Jin has nineteen sons and twenty-seven daughters, most of whom are between the ages of fifteen and thirty-five. A few of the princes and daughters of Jin are crowned kings, and most of them are Dukes, bringing the total number of Dukes of Jin to as many as five.
There are more than ten people. Among them, the one that caught Wei Yuan's attention was definitely the son born to Concubine Yuan. He was seven years old this year and was named King Fu.
When he met the King of Jin, Wei Yuan found that the King of Jin was full of vitality and would not be a problem if he lived for another ten years. By then, the prince had been in power for many years and had not made any achievements. The various princes were in their prime. The King of Wei was now full of wings and would be more powerful in ten years.
It means the soldiers are strong and the horses are strong. But ten years later, Yuan Fei's son will be seventeen. Will she have no ideas and no actions?
She's moving quite a bit now!
After reading historical materials for several days, one word gradually became clear in Wei Yuan's mind: Seize the direct descendant!
It was already late at night, the frosty wind was howling, making the big trees in the courtyard roar, and the last few leaves were blown off.
When the sky gets brighter again, it will be autumn hunting.
Chapter completed!