At three o'clock on the third day of April in the third year of Jiayou's reign, three faint cracks of the whip were heard, and all the civil and military officials were already arranged on both sides.
Renzong was sitting on the dragon chair in the court hall, looking at His Highness's ministers who went off duty one by one to start the performance, he couldn't help but feel a little impatient in his heart.
Thinking about the recent epidemic in Kyoto, which had caused heavy losses to the military and civilians, he had repeatedly issued edicts for relief, but no good measures were found, and the results were not good. The buzzing and buzzing of the music every day really made him lose his patience.
Renzong pinched his slender knuckles, pressed his forehead gently, then signaled the court to be silent, and said slowly to himself: "Moon ago, I had a dream one night, you might as well take a ginseng for me. I am dreaming.
I don’t know where to start with such trivial things, but when I wake up from a dream, it feels like it’s been a lifetime ago. But it’s all so mysterious that I can’t describe it in just one word..."
"In the dream, there was a fair-haired boy-faced immortal who took me through the past and present. The treasures therein were unbelievable and mysterious. There was one thing that could give me an ear for the wind, another thing that could give me the ability to fly in the clouds and the mist, and another iron tool that could make me move my fingers.
You can take the rank of general among an army of ten thousand people..."
"Finally, the immortal gave me something. Its outer wall was clear and transparent, and there was immortal juice inside. He said it could cure the plague in the city. Just as he was about to talk about the method of healing people, there was a muffled sound, and the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, and all the mystery was turned into reality.
The black energy soared into the sky and dispersed into hundreds of golden lights in the air, looking in all directions.
"I was so frightened that I couldn't choose my way. I missed my footing, one of my shoes fell off my foot, and I almost fell into the abyss." Renzong paused and said, "After I woke up, I thought about it carefully and realized that it was just a dream. At first, I didn't think it was a dream."
I don't care, but... I collapsed but only one shoe was found, and it has never been found."
When the ministers heard this, they all held their breath and were shocked. Captain Hong Xin, who was in the literary class, even broke out in a sweat. A few months ago, he received the imperial edict and went to Longhu Mountain in Xinzhou, Jiangxi Province to proclaim the successor of Han Dynasty.
Master Zhang Zhenren came to court at starry night to pray against the plague, but when he went to seal the earth and remove the stone tablets in the palace of subduing demons, he accidentally bumped into it and released the demon king. The scenery was like the dream of the emperor.
At this moment, Renzong glared at Hong Xin and said word by word: "Hong Xin, I have always treated you well. You did not invite the Heavenly Master here, but what evil did you do! Make the heavens punish me for the crimes in the dream!"
When Hong Xin heard this, he was so frightened that his thirty-six teeth were so frightened that they were fighting each other, and his words were in a state of confusion. He collapsed on His Highness and kowtowed.
But Renzong didn't know the reason. He didn't defend himself when he saw him. He just kowtowed with a look of daring loyalty. He thought that maybe it was just a dream, so he punished his ministers, but everyone in the world laughed at him. So he sighed and said: "
Hong Xin, when the plague in Kyoto is over, come see me again!"
When Hong Xin heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, bowed and said: "I will do it now, I will definitely... live up to the holy will!"