Chapter 605 Five Years
The changes experienced by Beast City were also edited by Night Travel News a few days later and spread to all directions, letting more people know about this miracle.
When people in various places became curious about the Beast City, news spread that the monarch would visit the Beast City in person.
This news is not a rumor. Siye Mansion was the first to receive accurate information. Yi Zhen, who has been fighting abroad for a long time, finally wants to take a rest and plans to return to the country on his way back to the imperial city. After passing through Nanfeng, we will stop at Beast City for a while.
On the surface, it is to worship the gods, appease the people, and give the people of Nanfeng a more sense of belonging.
Secretly Yi Zhen wanted more than that.
The official documents Shen Li received mentioned monsters, and he understood that the emperor, who was ambitious and intelligent, had the idea of monsters and wanted to get a piece of the monsters' pie.
After reading the official document, Shen Li knew that Yi Zhen coveted the monster and was not impatient.
Currently there is no conflict of interest between the royal family and Si Yefu, and they maintain a mutually beneficial relationship.
The monster can give a share to the imperial power. Even if Yi Zhen doesn't mention it, Si Yefu will take the initiative to give it to him in the future.
But when to give it and how to give it, you still have to make a plan.
Currently Si Yefu himself is in the exploratory stage of monster breeding training.
He dealt with various official documents all night long, and the candle on the table was always steady and warm, illuminating his side.
In the inkstone, there is an inking boy swimming in boring circles to keep the ink active. Every time Shen Li turns his pen to dip in the ink, it deliberately moves its body closer, as if it is playing a game with Shen Li. , or use Shen Li's brush tip for bathing.
Shen Li was not surprised. Having this little thing as his companion and assistance when working late at night was actually very interesting and made him feel more relaxed.
Although Siye Mansion and even the entire Beiyuan City have long introduced convenient stationery from Lingzhou, Shen Li is still accustomed to using the original pen, ink, paper and inkstone, but without the help of weird people, such as the ink-tapping boy in the inkstone, and Candelabra inside the house.
Of course, the ink boy is not entirely well-behaved. From time to time, he will still make mischief, such as licking away the ink he just dipped in. He only realized something was wrong when there was no ink mark on the paper.
Shen Li has always had a gentle temper. He treats the troublemaker who has settled in his place for a long time as a child and is not angry at the occasional harmless mischief.
Thanks to Mo Tong's mischief that made him take a break, he realized that a long time had passed, and even though he had become a spiritual practitioner, he still felt sore and stiff in his back.
Shen Li put down his pen at the right time, moved his body to relax, and then checked and packed away the completed official documents.
He does this without any complaints and is used to this busy working state with no rest.
Perhaps it is the dead of night and people suddenly relax from their busy schedule. The familiar environment makes people feel a lot of emotions.
Shen Li stared blankly at the candlelight, remembering the past days and nights when he was busy late at night and early in the morning in Siye Mansion.
At that time, he had to personally supervise everything in Si Ye's house, from a grain of rice in the cafeteria to a large task in the house. In addition to him, there was an old accountant and Yu Hu, a few government envoys who could go on missions, and the rest were a group of lonely children waiting for food.
Looking back now, it was really hard at that time. Siye Mansion looked spacious and grand on the outside, but in fact, every grain of rice had to be carefully calculated. The children in the mansion might not be able to eat a meal of meat during the New Year. , when the Ice Breaking Festival comes, you may be like the poor people in some remote areas in the border areas, getting cold and sick, and then sleeping in the cold night forever.
The same thing is staying up late at work.
What remains in the memory of the past is coldness, dullness, gritting one's teeth in depression, and persisting for a little unknown vitality and future.
The environment seems to be the same now, but it is clearly the coldest time of winter in Beiyuan City, but the house is as warm as spring, the lights are bright and soft, and the official documents on the table describe a promising future.
He no longer suffered from the backlash of the artifact, the pain that penetrated into his bones and flesh, and the chilling feeling that silently told him that he was about to die soon. It seemed that he was far away from him. Now he thinks about it again. It was as if there was a layer of film between them and they were blurry.
The sound of water brought Shen Li's thoughts back to reality. He saw the ink that had been thrown out of the inkstone by the boy and fell on the table.
Presuming that he had been caught for doing something bad, the ink-tampering boy climbed out of the inkstone, swallowed the few drops of inconspicuous ink, and made the table as tidy as new again. Shen Li couldn't help but smile, took out a spiritual crystal and placed it in front of it.
Tiao Mo Tong immediately hugged the spirit crystal and disappeared into the table, fearing that the duck would fly away.
Chen Li laughed, knowing that Mo Tong's intelligence could not understand or understand his words, but he still said: "The annual money given to you is yours and will not be taken back."
Tinmo Tong still didn't show his head.
Shen Li ignored it, pushed the door open and walked out, looking at the sky where the clouds and mist obscured the bright moon.
His mood was extremely clear.
“It’s been five years.”
The long sigh was drowned in the night.
Five years is not a long time, nor is it a short time. For those who have personally experienced the changes in Beiyuan City in the past five years, they will feel grateful every time they recall it, calling it an incredible time that was blessed by God's grace.
In the same late night, Mi August was still awake.
In front of her was a miniature map of Canglan Continent.
Mountains, rivers, towns and roads are all clearly displayed in three dimensions.
Flags were set up in three of the crypts, and the area affected by the Yin spirit energy was displayed by colored mist.
“Five years.”
The explosion in the Canglan Continent's crypts in the previous life was discovered six years after 'she' left Yongmengland, which is still one year away from now.
Of course, after digging out the real truth, Mi August knew that the so-called 'future plot' was not inevitable for her now.
At first, she wanted to take advantage of the loopholes in the "future plot" to save Mi Feixue's "predetermined" ending, and that's why she developed Beiyuan City into this shape and route.
Everything that has been completed so far is still in line with her purpose - if you don't look at the connotation and only look at the surface, she has not only completed the 'future' development of her previous life, but also advanced the time.
——Let the Canglan Continent be eroded by the crypts in advance.
——Let Lingzhou Yinmai spiritual master come to this Yinmai treasure land to practice in advance.
——Let the Yang Vein enter here in advance and fight with the Yin Vein.
“The next step is for the Yin Vein to fall from the Canglan Continent, rapidly increase its strength and become rampant with weird things, so that it can fight a long-term battle with the Yang Vein.”
“Use the Canglan Continent to To enhance the strength of Lingzhou Yin Vein, this The process is already underway, but there has not yet been a large number of people settling in. If the monsters are rampant, the current Canglan Continent can be considered as such, and there will only be more in the future.”
As of now, Mi August has no plans. Mind continuing with the original plan.
With a wave of his hand, the map of Canglan Continent in front of him disappeared.
"Some people should have suspicions, and there should be some movement in the past few days."
Mi August whispered, stepping into Lingzhou through any door.