"What other orders does your Majesty have?" Xiao Wanjun stopped and turned around and asked.
She thought to herself that His Majesty might have remembered some important government affairs and wanted to leave it to her to handle.
Gu Xu looked at her, pondered for a moment, and finally said: "Maybe this is a bit offensive... but I still want to remind you that tightening your breasts too tightly is not good for your body."
Xiao Wanjun was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect him to say such words.
She looked down at her chest, and then looked up at the young emperor behind the imperial case. She felt that his eyes were still calm and indifferent, without any frivolity that was common in the eyes of other men.
"He seems to really just care about me," she couldn't help but think silently, "After all, it is said in the cultivation books that once you reach the realm of a saint, ordinary emotions and desires will become indifferent, and your heart will gradually only tolerate "The Avenue of Heaven and Earth."
Xiao Wanjun grew up in the imperial city. His father practiced in seclusion for a long time, and his mother was obsessed with the power struggle in the palace.
Since leaving the arms of her wet nurse, she has been self-reliant and growing up alone.
While dealing with secular government affairs, he also has to take care of his naughty younger brother.
As for being cared for...
What a strange experience this was for her!
"Thank you, Your Majesty——"
"——No need to say thank you." Xiao Wanjun was about to speak, but was interrupted by Gu Xu.
He paused and then said: "After a few days, I plan to get a clone to go to the Lingxiao Realm, secretly learn some Taoism there, and bring it back to the monks in the wilderness for use.
“It’s just that the Taoism of the Lingxiao Realm may not be fully applicable under the rules of the Wilderness. At that time, I may have to trouble you to help me improve and adjust them.
"You must take good care of yourself and don't leave all these heavy tasks to me alone, otherwise I will deduct your salary!"
For the practitioners of Dahuang, His Majesty actually has to go there in person Lingxiao world?
When she heard Gu Xu’s plan, Xiao Wanjun felt incredible.
Although Gu Xu only planned to send a clone there.
But after all, Xiao Wanjun grew up in the Daqi Dynasty where the emperor was aloof and ignored the government's affairs. He used all the material resources in the world to support one person.
It is already good if the emperor does not waste money and people for his own cultivation.
Have you ever acted like a pioneer for the sake of the world?
"Wanjun will definitely live up to His Majesty's trust!"
With complicated emotions, Xiao Wanjun bowed to Gu Xu, then left the place with a thick memorial in his arms. The imperial study room is surrounded by trees.
Changchun Garden is still immersed in darkness.
Only the calm lake reflects the flickering candlelight among the houses on the shore, like stars falling on the world.
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Qingzhou Prefecture, Yishui County.
In the almshouse in a corner of the county town, nine-year-old boy Wang Guicai woke up early in the morning, looked up out of the window, and found that it was still dark. He thought it was still dark, so he fell back and continued to sleep.
In the dream, he was wearing a "Suzaku suit" from the Great Xia Exorcism Department, with a flying sword on his feet, and colorful spells bursting out from his hands. He was talking and laughing, and the ghosts and monsters around him disappeared into ashes.
He also dreamed that he had made great military exploits and was summoned by the emperor to go to the magnificent palace in Luojing City.
The young man who rescued him from the Painted Skin Ghost back then is now sitting on a high throne, with a kind smile on his face, praising him for being a heroic young man.
However, just when he was happily preparing to accept the reward, the wonderful scene in front of him suddenly shattered in a violent shaking.
Someone shook him out of bed.
"Dean Fei, why are you here——"
Wang Guicai looked at the white-haired old man in front of him in astonishment, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of resentment in his heart for the other person disturbing his sweet dream.
However, before he could finish his words, the white-haired old man interrupted him, grabbed a piece of clothing and threw it on his bed.
“——You brat, the long night has come, and you still dare to sleep here. Aren’t you afraid that ghosts will invade the city and eat you?”
In the old man Under the urging of the old man, Wang Guicai hurriedly put on his clothes. Before he even tied his belt, the old man grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the house.
In Wang Guicai's impression, Dean Fei usually walked slowly and staggeringly, but today he seemed to be twenty years younger suddenly and walked like flying.
They walked all the way through the courtyard, ran down the narrow stairs at the end of the corridor several times, and finally got into a small and dark basement.
Dean Fei took a deep breath, then closed the three thick iron doors behind him and locked them carefully.
Wang Guicai discovered at this time that there were more than ten other children left in the nursing home who had already gathered in this dark and hidden underground secret room.
"Dean Fei...what are you..." Wang Guicai couldn't restrain the doubts in his heart and couldn't help asking.
"You little brats have never experienced a real long night, so you have no idea how scary it is!" Dean Fei stroked his beard and said seriously.
Over the next period of time, Dean Fei began to tell the children present about the past.
Dean Fei Fei Hailin, whose full name is Fei Fei Hailin, is over eighty years old. He has experienced the changes of emperors of the Guangshun, Xingde and Tianxing dynasties of the Daqi Dynasty, and witnessed with his own eyes the fall of Daqi and the collapse of Daqi. The rise of summer.
In the time of Emperor Guangshun, when he was an eight-year-old child, he personally experienced the last long night in the wilderness.
It was also a day when the sky was dark and the sun and moon had no light.
Hundreds of ghosts became crazy in the strong evil spirit, and invaded the county like a flood.
Officials from the Exorcism Department temporarily came to stop him, but due to their limited numbers and strength, they were completely useless in the face of this overwhelming torrent of ghosts.
Then corpses littered the fields and rivers of blood flowed.
Dean Fei once witnessed his parents being torn to pieces by ghosts in this catastrophe, and his two brothers also became the prey of ghosts.
If a few high-level practitioners hadn't arrived in time to provide support, I'm afraid the entire county would have turned into a hell on earth.
Since then, the word "Long Night" has become an eternal shadow in Dean Fei's heart.
After he entered the almshouse at a young age, he firmly advocated the construction of this closed underground chamber. In order to further enhance the security of the secret room, he did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to hire a highly skilled practitioner to carve talismans here that could conceal the human aura to ensure that the ghosts could not detect the existence of humans in the secret room.
During the "Nine Infant Snake Demon" rebellion in Da Qi Tianxing's fifteenth year, he relied on this secret room to successfully lead a group of children to escape the disaster.
Today, as the long night falls again, when his black hair has turned into white hair, this secret room has come in handy again.
Listening to Dean Fei’s account of the horrific scene of the last long night, all the children present felt creeped out and trembling.
Wang Guicai is naturally no exception.
Before, he was so frightened that he fainted just by seeing a painted ghost in his house. Nowadays, there are hundreds of ghosts and monsters invading in the long night. The scene... is simply unimaginable.
However, after Dean Fei finished telling these past stories, Wang Guicai was in a daze for a while, and then calmed down slightly.
He remembered that not long ago, he had witnessed His Majesty’s coronation ceremony on the light screen of Yishui Exorcism Department——
On that day, the young Emperor of Great Xia Dressed in military uniforms, with dragon and phoenix postures, and a majestic demeanor, with a raise of his hand, he banished the nine evil gods that harmed the people of the wilderness to the outside of the space cracks.
There is such a young, promising and powerful emperor in Dahuang. Will he allow ghosts and ghosts to act recklessly and recklessly like they did during Daqi?
…………
At the same time, outside the almshouse.
Ma Qin, who serves as the governor of the Exorcist Department of Yishui County, is wearing an eye-catching "suzaku robe" and a wild goose-wing knife on his waist. He is leading a few followers and is talking to several nearby vendors. Talking.
There was a little sweat on his face, and he looked a little tired.
"You said that this morning, all the children in the almshouse, including the dean and the steward, suddenly disappeared?" Ma Qin was heard asking.
“That’s right, Governor,” a cake vendor replied respectfully. “Usually, as soon as it gets dark, the almshouse is noisy with the sounds of children playing until dark. Then it became quiet.
"But it's strange today. It's already noon, and the almshouse is still quiet. The sun has risen, but the children's voices have not been heard.
“I felt something was wrong, so I went in and took a look, but there was no one inside.
“I was afraid that ghosts were causing trouble and had captured everyone, so I hurried to the drive-by. Mo Si Yamen, please send a message to your lord. ”
Hearing his words, Ma Qin couldn't help but frown.
This morning, as soon as he got the news that the long night was coming, he sent his monks to patrol around and guard the city gates early, and be on strict guard.
The ghost is indeed coming.
But those who came were a group of ghost-level ghosts, ghosts, tomb ghosts, evil ghosts, etc.
Although their strength has improved a bit compared to usual, it has not reached a level that makes Ma Qin feel troublesome.
With thousands of "ghost-killing talismans" and "fire characters" prepared in advance, Ma Qin easily eliminated these invading ghosts just by relying on the firepower of these talismans before he even pulled out the wild goose-winged sword.
Seeing hundreds of ghosts and monsters turning to ashes in the bright firelight, Ma Qin felt a little dazed for a moment.
In the past, when he was working in the Daqi government office, he often saw other people's expressions becoming nervous and solemn whenever they mentioned "Long Night". He also witnessed with his own eyes the Daqi Temple's grand reconstruction of the "Shenji Camp" in response to the "Long Night". Therefore, he always regarded the long night as a terrible disaster.
However, when the disaster really came, he was surprised to find that it had become so sparse and ordinary, and so vulnerable.
This made him wonder why a group of such vulnerable ghosts could hide from his perception and quietly make all the people in an almshouse disappear?
This almshouse is the place where His Majesty once stayed when he was a child.
If something happens to him, will His Majesty blame him for it?
The more Ma Qin thought about it, the more serious his expression became.
He reached out and patted the shoulder of a young monk next to him, and said in a deep voice: "Try to divine and see where all the people here have gone."
Young monk Fu Hongxun , officially joined the Yishui County Exorcism Department two months ago. He is good at divination and fortune-telling, and his skills are quite exquisite.
After hearing Ma Qin's words, he immediately took out a few copper coins and skillfully tossed them up and down in his hands.
At the same time, he was mumbling words.
If there are knowledgeable practitioners near him at this time, they will be surprised to find that the object of his prayers is no longer the usual "God" in the past, but replaced by "His Majesty the Emperor of Daxia" .
The reason is simple.
Recently, a monk who is good at divination suddenly had a whim. He thought that since His Majesty is the reincarnation of Emperor Ziwei and has the ability to see everything in the world, is praying to His Majesty the same as praying to His Majesty? Where is Emperor Ziwei praying?
So he tried many times and was surprised to find that the divination results of praying to the emperor were more accurate than those of praying to God or Emperor Ziwei.
The discovery spread quickly.
Once it was passed down to ten, it was passed down to hundreds. Over time, almost all fortune tellers in the wilderness began to use new prayers for divination.
After a while, Fu Hongxun put away the copper coins and pointed towards the depths of the courtyard of the almshouse.
“They are all still alive and have hid in the basement over there.”
.........
An hour later, Wang Guicai and the other children followed Dean Fei's footsteps, left the narrow secret room, and returned to the open surface.
The sky is still dark, like a piece of black silk.
However, every household lit candles, and it was so bright that the whole county did not seem so dark.
Dean Fei Hailin looked at the quiet and harmonious scene in the county town, and then turned to look at the nearby practitioners who were trying their best to find them. His eyes were moist and blurry.
He truly felt that times had really changed.
The "Long Night" that once left an indelible shadow in his heart is just a minor difficulty for Daxia today.
"Dean Fei, you hid without making a sound. You really gave me a false alarm!" Ma Qin couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief when he saw these people. My heartstrings gradually relaxed.
"Sorry, Mr. Ma, I made a fuss out of a molehill..." Fei Hailin quickly bowed and apologized, but was immediately helped up by Ma Qin.
The escape room that has been carefully prepared for many years now seems to have been wasted.
However, Fei Hailin not only felt no regrets at all, but also felt relieved and happy from the bottom of his heart.
He looked at the young faces of the children around him, and in his heart he only hoped that His Majesty would live forever, and that this peaceful era would continue forever, so that the secret room would never be opened. use.
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Midnight.
Luojing, Changchun Garden.
After a heavy spring rain, Shi Xiaohan lay feebly on the bamboo mat, with her fair and rosy face resting on her arms, and a pair of small, cute, white and delicate feet hanging in the air, swaying gently.
Gu Xu next to her was holding a white silk towel and wiping her body.
"Gu Xu, I kind of want to go back... to my parents' home." Suddenly, the girl hesitated for a moment and said in a tired voice.
"Go back to your parents' home?" Gu Xu looked at her and asked softly, "Do you want to see your father?"
"Well... I guess," Shi Xiaohan tilted his head and lowered his head. He said, "Recently, I feel that the sleepiness in my body is becoming more and more obvious... I am so afraid that once I fall asleep, it will last for decades or hundreds of years... Although I hate him, he is after all an ordinary monk with a short lifespan.
"I'm afraid that if I really fall asleep, I will never see him again when I wake up..." (End of Chapter)