"I have no chance to see the immortal!" Song Huizong sighed. Although Song Huizong had heard about Wen Fei's magical things many times in Tong Guan and Zhang Shuye's report, the eunuch who was serving him saw them with his own eyes and came back to report them.

Yang Jian persuaded: "I heard from Zhang Shuye, a member of the Lanzhou Records, that the immortal has a different temper than other immortals with high elevated cliffs. He likes to play in the world. Every time he appears, he is elusive... Maybe, maybe this immortal dislikes the official family's lack of sincerity, so he goes back in anger!"

Song Huizong kept nodding, thinking that he was good. However, he saw the middle-aged man who looked very elegant standing next to him and didn't say anything. He couldn't help but ask, "Chief Yuan, what do you think?"

Although this middle-aged man is in his forties, he is still elegant and graceful. It can be seen that he doesn't know how many women he could have fascinated when he was young. He looked at the pictures on the table without turning his eyes, shook his head and sighed: "What a pity... This painting of the official family is finely used and magnificent. It looks like a rich man's yard, and the parrot is about to flap his wings and fly... What a pity!"

Yang Jian next to him was very impressed by him, thinking no wonder that Mr. Cai is so respected by the official family. His skill in flattering has definitely reached a level of superb level.

With Cai Jing's roundabout praise, Song Huizong felt much better. He said lightly: "It's nothing. If Yuan Chang likes you, I'll draw another one for you in the future!"

The royal family in the Song Dynasty was simple, even the emperor called himself me in daily life, and he called himself me in formal occasions. If it were later in the Ming and Qing dynasties, if the ministers listened to the emperor calling him me, they would probably try their best to persuade him. Otherwise, they would lose their moral integrity and lose their country!

"Thank you, the official!" Cai Jing bowed and smiled slightly, "But why not make a painting for Xian Wen Fei to give it to him?"

"You mean..." Song Huizong was a little confused.

"Immortal Xiaoyao, I think I don't like other people's common things. Finally, I'm afraid I don't like these high-ranking officials and generous salaries. The person I ask for is nothing more than the sincerity of the official family. What else can show sincerity than the immortal picture made by the Guan family?" Cai Jing smiled.

Song Huizong suddenly realized: "It's still Yuan Changduozhi, it's true, it's true." He paced back and forth excitedly.

Suddenly he stood still and said to Cai Jing: "Do you still remember that I had a dream that day?"

"Did the official family say that they dreamed of an immortal last time?" Cai Jing's eyes thumped. There was no way. The people from the Zhao family dreamed of an immortal that they did not start with the Song Huizong in front of them. They had a long tradition. His ancestor, Song Zhenzong, dreamed of immortals several times. As a result, they created a lot of heavenly books and Fengshan, which made a lot of jokes.

This Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty dreamed of a god, and it was in a sacred palace with mist in the sky. It was magnificent and wonderful. He was traveling in this palace when he suddenly saw a Taoist priest with a broad sleeve and a harp. He suddenly pushed him and said, "Your Majesty, this is not the place you should stay. The billions of people of the Song Dynasty below are still waiting for you!"

Then Song Huizong woke up, and after waking up, Song Huizong told the story. Almost everyone close to him had heard Song Huizong tell him.

"Does the official family suspect that the immortal in the dream is the immortal Wen?" Cai Jing disagreed and felt that Song Huizong was just thinking about the immortal and was fascinated by the gods. Only then did he think about it every day and dream about it at night.

It’s no wonder that Song Huizong is so proud of Taoist priests. Not to mention the story of Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin and Chen Tuan. There are also the confusing things that Song Zhenzong has done. Even Song Huizong himself has experienced a lot!

Throughout history, there has been no such royal family as the Zhao family that has difficulty giving birth. I don’t know if Zhao Lao Er took away his brother’s position and used such cruel means to treat his nephew, which hurt his conscience. Anyway, from then on, it has been very difficult for the Zhao family to give birth to a child.

After all, Song Zhenzong gave birth to a son. Song Renzong worked hard for decades and gave birth to several daughters. He was also helped and put a few green hats on his head. After all, he still had no son and gave the throne to his nephew.

Later, when Song Huizong's older brother Song Zhezong was now, no one was born. Then Song Huizong picked up a bargain and became emperor. If Song Zhezong had a son, the throne would definitely not be as good as Song Huizong!

When Emperor Huizong of Song became emperor, he could not have a son in the first few years. He was so anxious, but he didn't want to be an old family in the future. If he died in a day, he would have to adopt a son to inherit the throne.

As a result, I met Liu Hunkang, a master of the Maoshan Sect. Yes, it was the Maoshan Sect that later fell to the point of being able to play ghosts.

This Taoist Liu Hunkang was a master with great Feng Shui. As a result, it was obvious that the terrain of the northeast corner of the palace was too low. It was suggested that Song Huizong raise the Gen position of the palace (the northeast Gen position is called "Ghost Gate" in Feng Shui, but in Qimen Dunjia, it is called "Shengmen", so this is also called "Guimen", "Guimen", and "Qimen").

As a result, after Song Huizong did as he did, he gave birth to a large number of sons and daughters, with twenty-four! No wonder Song Huizong believed in the Taoist arts of immortals!

"This immortal must be the immortal in my dream." Song Huizong walked left and right and said excitedly: "I must use my greatest sincerity to invite him to come to Tokyo City and tell me the wonderful methods of the immortals!"

As he said that, he took off the picture of flowers and birds on the table, threw it aside without any regrets, spread a new piece of white paper, and asked, "Yang Jian, what does Xianren Wen look like?"

Ah Yeh, Ah Yeh... Wen Fei, who was in another time and space, sneezing several times and rubbing his nose. He didn't know who was talking about himself like this.

When Cai Jing returned to the prime minister's mansion, he saw his favorite youngest son Cai Tao coming up. Cai Jing couldn't help but laugh and went up to pick up Cai Tao, without caring about the decency of the prime minister. According to ancient tradition, he hugged his grandson but not his son. Fortunately, this was in the inner house and no outsiders saw him. No matter how much Cai Jing spoiled this young son, no one saw him.

But his eldest son Cai You felt uncomfortable, although he had grown up long ago, almost thirty years old, and was in his thirties. He was even now granted the title of Jinshi by Emperor Huizong of Song, and was appointed as Secretary, and compiled the "National Court Meeting" by Zhi Secret Pavilion and Jixian Hall. He was already quite precious!
Chapter completed!