Chapter 589: Sir, times have changed (1)
Gu Xu put his fingers on Luochuan's Neiguan point and quietly transferred his true energy to heal him.
The killing blow of Emperor Tianxing cannot be underestimated.
Even though several days have passed, the influence of the Tao still exists in Luo Chuan's body, constantly hindering the healing of his injuries, and even continuing to cause new wounds.
The person originally responsible for taking care of Luochuan was Shangguan Jin who was proficient in medical skills.
However, she soon discovered that as soon as new flesh and blood grew from Luo Chuan's wound, it would be immediately scorched by the fire of the sun; just as the meridians recovered, they would immediately be frozen by the cold air of Taiyin...
So Gu Xu had to personally Take action.
After all, only his way of "subversion" can completely eliminate the influence of the rules left by Emperor Tianxing and ensure that no hidden dangers are left.
For Gu Xu, the process of helping Luo Chuan heal his injuries can be regarded as a silent debate with Supreme Haotian.
He can study Taishang Haotian's authority in detail, study their characteristics, how they operate, their strengths, and their flaws...
Half an hour passed quietly, and the treatment came to an end.
Gu Xu stood up from the couch, preparing to leave Luochuan's mansion and return to Zichen Palace to handle matters.
At this moment, Luochuan seemed to be slowly waking up from a deep coma, his eyelids trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes with difficulty.
His vision was a little blurry, but he vaguely caught Gu Xu's leaving figure.
He tried to gather some strength and said in a weak voice: "I'm sorry, Emperor... During this time, I am ill and can no longer share your worries..."
"Have a good rest and don't think too much," Gu Xu turned around and said in a gentle tone, "Take good health as soon as possible is your most important task at the moment."
The place where Luo Chuan lives at the moment is It was his old residence when he was the head of the Daqi Exorcism Department. When Gu Xu stepped out of the gate of the mansion, Shangguan Jin happened to meet him.
She is still wearing a light green skirt today, her long hair is delicately pulled up, her face is bare, and she has not applied any makeup.
A pair of willow-leaf eyes are as cold as mirrors, reflecting the hustle and bustle of the outside world, but not the inner turmoil at all.
“I have met the emperor!”
She made a fist with her left hand inside and her right hand outside. Following the rules, she raised her hands in a meticulous salute. The angle of leaning forward is precise and appropriate, neither too much nor too little.
Gu Xu nodded slightly in response.
The two passed by without saying another word.
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Gu Xu has been living in Zichen Palace recently.
However, he did not live in the Qianyang Hall, the palace of the previous Daqi emperors, but in the Jiangyun Hall to the west of the Qianyang Hall.
The location here is not right, not on the central axis of Luojing, and the area is not spacious, but it is better than the layout is exquisite, and the decoration is simple yet elegant.
The front hall is bright and open, suitable for handling state affairs; the back hall is warm and comfortable, enough for sleeping and resting.
Whenever night falls, after Zhao Yan has dealt with matters in the army, she will always sneak in quietly and spend the night with him.
“You really know how to choose a place,” she once commented while lying in his arms. “The layout of this yard is very similar to the Liangzhou magistrate’s mansion. It feels like home.”
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However, this was not the most important reason why Gu Xu gave up the luxurious Qianyang Palace and chose this small courtyard instead.
There are too many traces of Emperor Tianxing remaining in Qianyang Palace.
Especially some time ago, Emperor Tianxing has been tossing up the sacrificial formations in the palace, giving the Qianyang Palace a lingering eerie feeling.
At this moment, Gu Xu was sitting in the study room of Nuange in Jiangyun Palace, holding a red pen and lowering his head to review memorials.
The dusk sunlight shines through the carved window lattice and dapples on the desk, coating his focused figure with a golden glow.
The room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of turning pages and writing.
Although his face remained calm, the pile of memorials on his desk made him feel irritable inside.
Without Luochuan as his right-hand man, he had to work overtime to handle national affairs. He had to personally weigh the pros and cons and make decisions on every matter.
Seeing the enthronement ceremony approaching, Gu Xu became increasingly tired of the position of "Emperor".
To be honest, he never wanted to be the emperor at all.
This is not because he regards fame and fortune as a cloud.
But simply because he is lazy by nature.
Before traveling through time, his biggest dream was to live a carefree life after achieving financial freedom.
After time travel, if he had not had to practice hard in order to extend his life, he might have become a wealthy idler who was just waiting to die by cooking for the rich woman every day.
It’s just that in this world, many things are out of your control.
Not to mention that he shoulders the heavy expectations of all living beings in the wilderness.
Speaking only of the people under him, they all took him as a banner and united closely around him. They eagerly look forward to his ascension to the throne of God as soon as possible so that they can share the cake of victory as soon as possible.
If he shows any reluctance, someone will put a golden dress on him early tomorrow morning.
Gu Xu also considered whether he should follow Emperor Tianxing's example and leave these complicated worldly affairs to others to handle, while he became a carefree and hands-off shopkeeper.
But after carefully examining his subordinates one by one in his mind, he regretfully found that during the days when Luochuan was injured and recuperating, he could not find a suitable candidate to take over the responsibility. This great responsibility——
Wang Jian is loyal and pure, but sometimes he is too pedantic and does not know how to adapt.
Xu Man has only one way to solve the problem - to chop with a sword.
Both father and daughter of the Zhao family are brave and skilled generals, but they are slightly lacking in political wisdom.
Master Jueming had already gone back to Lingshan Temple to practice meditation.
Shangguan Jin is a good executor, but she is not good at making decisions, and her relationship with him has been a bit tricky recently.
Shen Qiu, on the other hand, is prone to accidentally getting into money. He thinks about how to save money for the national treasury all day long, but often ignores more important things.
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Only Luochuan, with just a few words, can understand Gu Xu's deep meaning, handle the complicated and large matters on his behalf, and make things that satisfy him. Decide.
This is undoubtedly due to the words and deeds of Emperor Ziwei day after day when he was in the upper world, which made the concept of "everyone is like a dragon" deeply imprinted in Luochuan's heart.
Just when Gu Xu was feeling irritable, a pair of cold and soft hands gently touched his head, soothing his tight temples.
Gu Xu didn't need to look back, just by the familiar touch, he knew that Zhao Yan was behind him.
I only heard her chuckle and say: "My Majesty looks very haggard!"
Gu Xu smiled bitterly, sighed, and tapped the memorial on the table with his fingers, helplessly Said: "The enthronement ceremony is coming soon, and everything is complicated beyond my imagination. Moreover, these memorials are really long and lengthy, and most of them are nonsense words praising virtues. It makes me upset and gives me a headache."
"Do you need my help?" Zhao Yan asked.
Before Gu Xu responded, she had already approached and sat on the armrest of his chair.
Her black hair poured down like a waterfall, her body leaned forward slightly, and her bright red skirt clung to her round buttocks, outlining her perfect curves. Gu Xu could clearly smell her unique fragrance.
She gently picked up a memorial from the desk and began to read its contents to him.
What she read was not the lengthy original text, but the condensed version that she had carefully refined. She could summarize each memorial into a few concise sentences.
Her voice was like gurgling water, melodious to the ear, slowly dissipating the irritability in Gu Xu's heart, and even made him feel that reviewing memorials became a kind of enjoyment. He picked up his ink pen and carefully made annotations on the memorials that Zhao Yan had read. The two of them cooperated tacitly, and their efficiency instantly improved a lot.
At the corner of the table, a cardboard box stood quietly, containing purple grapes.
Zhao Yan's slender white green onion fingers poked into the box from time to time, gently grabbed one, and then used her true essence to peel off the purple outer skin, revealing the crystal clear flesh, or put it into her mouth carefully. Taste it, or put it into Gu Xu's mouth playfully.
When the last grape in the box was gently taken out by Zhao Yan, the sun had quietly hidden on the other side of the mountain, leaving behind a gradually dimming afterglow.
In the palace, as night falls, the lamps are lit one after another, and the warm yellow light flows to every corner of the palace like a stream.
At this time, Zhao Yan turned to Gu Xu and said: "I have reorganized all the surrendered troops in Luojing City according to your request. Among them, most of the elite forces have been dispersed and incorporated into the Xia Army. In different armies, I have also properly placed those temporarily recruited personnel and let them switch to farming, construction and other production work.”
"Well done." Gu Xu praised.
I have to say that as a monarch who knows nothing about running an army, Gu Xu's ability to marry a wife like Zhao Yan really saved him a lot of trouble.
However, Zhao Yan seemed not very satisfied with his simple compliment.
She turned around, stretched out her hand to gently lift a strand of Gu Xu's hair on the temples, frowned slightly, and said in a feigned annoyance: "Your Majesty, today's army in Daxia is full of concubines. You've worked hard to take care of me! It's enough if you don't want me to be a general. Why are you so perfunctory about praising me?"
As she spoke, she narrowed her eyes slightly.
The sparkling light in his eyes was like a pool of spring water being blown by the breeze, filled with thousands of emotions, which was intoxicating.
Gu Xu stared at her, with an indescribable throbbing in his heart.
At this moment, he finally understood the profound meaning of the word "eyes as charming as silk" - it was a beautiful picture intertwined with endless charm and tenderness.
He stood up, took her into his arms, and whispered in her ear: "General, thank you for your hard work. I wrote a poem specifically for you today and gave it to the general."
Hear it Gu Xu wrote a poem specifically for her, and Zhao Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, and her heart was filled with anticipation.
Ever since she learned that Gu Xu had given Shi Xiaohan the song "Looking for Him Thousands of Baidus in the Crowd" during the Lantern Festival Competition, although she never expressed it on her lips, she secretly felt a little jealous in her heart.
As the wife of Gu Xuming, Zhao Yan has always been looking forward to having a poem of her own.
However, the poem Gu Xu whispered was far beyond her expectations.
"On the day when the imperial edict comes back from peace, I will take off my shirt with the general." Gu Xu's voice was a bit joking.
As he spoke, he picked up Zhao Yan and walked towards the bedroom next door.
Although Zhao Yan pretended to shout a few words, "The traitor robbed a common girl," she couldn't help but hugged Gu Xu tightly with her arms.
Gu Xu placed her on the spacious bed and skillfully untied her red skirt.
Zhao Yan's delicate cheeks were flushed, her black hair spread out on the pillow like dark clouds, and her skin was dazzlingly white against the backdrop of the fiery red bellyband.
She lifted up a long snow-white leg and put it lazily on Gu Xu's shoulder.
Her legs are not slender, fleshless chopstick legs.
On the contrary, due to her martial arts training since childhood, her thighs are round and plump, her calves are well-proportioned and tight, smooth to the touch and extremely elastic, and her flexibility is far beyond ordinary people.
Gu Xu often can't put it down.
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The night is already dark.
Zhao Yan's body had become limp, as if it was about to fall apart, and she leaned lazily in Gu Xu's arms.
Chest to chest, legs entangled with each other.
"Your Majesty really doesn't know how to show mercy to women!" Zhao Yan said weakly.
Her voice at this moment had a broken feeling, which reminded Gu Xu of the rose petals scattered on the ground after being blown by the violent storm.
“Who was shouting to work harder just now?” Gu Xu looked down at her, half-smiling.
Zhao Yan snorted softly, as if she was cheating.
Gu Xu lowered his head and kissed her delicate lips.
Zhao Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes blurred.
"Thank you."
After parting their lips, Zhao Yan buried her head on Gu Xu's shoulder and whispered as if she was dreaming.
Gu Xu did not respond, but hugged her tighter, as if he wanted to transfer his body temperature to her.
He knew that she was thanking him for killing Emperor Tianxing and avenging her dead mother.
Over the years, Zhao Yan has been secretly tracing the truth behind her mother's death and planning a revenge plan.
Now that the great revenge has been avenged, the knot in her heart can finally be untied.
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The Luojing Prefecture Yin—to be precise, the former Luojing Prefecture Yin Yang Jiong, was lying on a tattered straw mat.
It was pitch dark inside the cell, with only the faint moonlight shining through the narrow window slits and mottled on the rough stone walls. The walls were wet, as if water could be squeezed out, and they were covered with moss, exuding an indescribable smell of dampness and decay.
The air was filled with a disgusting stench, the smell of sweat, musty and excrement mixed together, almost suffocating. Occasionally, mice can be heard rustling in the corners.
In the corner of the cell, a rusty iron bucket stood alone. It was the only place for prisoners to solve their physical problems. The walls of the bucket were covered with traces of filth, which was unbearable to look at.
Yang Jiong has been imprisoned in Luojing Prison for two full days, but he still cannot adapt to this dark and depressing atmosphere.
As the highest official in the capital, he always sent prisoners to prison in the past. Never thought that one day he would become a prisoner and be behind bars?
In the past few years, Yang Jiong's life has been extremely luxurious.
On the daily dining table, there are all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas, all of which are carefully cooked; his clothes are all made of silk and satin, with gold and silver threads intertwined in them; his residence is even more magnificent with carved beams and paintings. , showing nobility and style.
However, all of this disappeared in an instant the moment Yang Jiong was taken to Luojing Prison. The simplicity and filth of the cell were in stark contrast to his past life.
The daily food is just clear soup, little water, and simple meals. For Yang Jiong, who has always had a large appetite, it is simply a drop in the bucket. He tasted the taste of hunger. In just two days, he felt that his weight had dropped sharply and he had lost several kilograms.
"Gu Xu, you are really a tyrant who does not distinguish between good and evil and does not know right from wrong," Yang Jiong stared at the ceiling and muttered curses, "I, Yang Jiong, am really blind. I used to be so blind." I thought you were a humble and thrifty young man, but I didn't expect you to be a wolf in sheep's clothing, full of ambition and viciousness.
"You threw away the kindness given to you by the Qi court in the blink of an eye, and repaid kindness with hatred. You are really a shameless guy.
"You are simply crueler than a beast and more hateful than a ghost! He keeps talking about benevolence, justice and morality, but he doesn't even spare the officials of the previous dynasty. It is really despicable and shameless to the extreme.
“Your rule is destined to be a disaster, and your new dynasty is just a short-lived dynasty built on blood and lies. You think you can cover the sky with one hand, but you don’t know that the sky net is vast and there is no leakage. Your dynasty is destined to perish, and your descendants will pay a heavy price for your crimes..."
When Yang Jiong was scolding happily, the dilapidated prison door The door suddenly creaked and opened slowly.
A gust of cold wind blew in the face, carrying the unique damp and rancid smell of the prison.
Yang Jiong slowly sat up on the straw mat and squinted his eyes, trying to catch the figure of the visitor in the dim light.
I saw that the man was holding a candle in his hand. The weak candlelight flickered in the darkness, creating a hazy and mysterious light and shadow on his face.
As the man approached, Yang Jiong finally saw clearly that he was a young eunuch with a fair face. He was wearing a long robe with a large collar and placket, wide sleeves, and delicate flowers embroidered on the chest and back, making him look luxurious yet solemn.
"What were you talking about just now?" The young eunuch smiled slightly, but his eyes were very cold and there was no smile at all. "To call the monarch by his first name is a crime of 'great disrespect'. You can't Do you know?”
Yang Jiong was frightened by this question and trembled, secretly regretting it.
He quickly adjusted his emotions and blurted out: "I was just saying that the Great Xia Dynasty will last forever, and my emperor will live forever..."