Su Hu's face turned white and red for a while. After thinking about it, he didn't do it himself anyway, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, let me leave the job of raising pigs to my ministers."
Di Xin nodded and said, "Dr. Su, this pig really doesn't sound good. How about changing his name to Pig?"
"Pig? Well, the king can call it whatever he wants."
Su Hu reluctantly accepted this order. Su Hu was a tough guy, but also a loyal and upright person. Otherwise, he would not have named his son Quanzhong.
Changing the name made Su Hu feel better, and his expression immediately softened.
[Su Hu’s loyalty increased to -10%]
Li Zhou smiled softly. Seeing that the time was ripe, he said earnestly, "Doctor Su, I did not deceive you. The raising of pigs is no better than that of cattle and sheep. In addition to filth, bark, grass roots, beans, and even meat,
You can feed them as much as you like. With these three methods of raising pigs, Dr. Su will be famous forever."
Su Hu looked at the sometimes crazy, sometimes serious Di Xin, as if he were seeing him for the first time, and secretly wondered if he had really mistaken the King of Monsters.
[Su Hu’s loyalty increased to 0%]
Di Xin laughed and said, "My dear friends, please drink this cup to the full and wish Dr. Su success in raising pigs!"
"I wish Dr. Su success in raising pigs!"
Su Hu raised the wine bottle in embarrassment. If it weren't for all the important businessmen present, Su Hu would have overturned the table.
Even so, he could only smile awkwardly and drink all the fruit wine in the bottle.
Then the ministers took their leave and slowly exited the hall. Emperor Xin and Queen Jiang looked at each other and smiled.
Today, the husband and wife are together, the husband sings and the wife follows. Di Xin looks at her and the queen does whatever she wants. Their tacit understanding is like that of a close friend.
Queen Jiang's entry also quietly changed at this time.
[Queen Jiang: age 28 years old, cultivation level: fifth level of Qi training the day after tomorrow, skill: Huangting Turtle Spirit Sutra, love value: 70%]
With no sense of distance anymore, the two of them directly held hands and walked around the Imperial Garden while the sky was still sinking.
There were flowers, green cypresses, rockeries and strange rocks. The emperor and the empress separated all their attendants and walked towards each other arm in arm just like an ordinary couple.
Queen Jiang also took off her disguise as a queen, and felt like she was back to the way she was when she married Di Xin.
The sudden happiness made Queen Jiang feel that she was in a dream. She was so intoxicated that she didn't want to wake up.
The emperor and empress watched the sunset together and sat on a rock for a long time until late at night.
...The next day, Di Xin woke up on the dragon bed in the middle palace and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him. The beautiful woman was nourished by love and had a more mature charm.
"Queen, you are so beautiful."
Emperor Xin's praise made Queen Jiang blush with embarrassment, and she snuggled into Emperor Xin's arms like a young girl.
"Mother, mother!"
The inappropriate voice of a young man ran through the middle palace as if there was no one around.
"cough!"
Di Xin coughed and the young man stopped, a little confused.
After the bead curtain on the dragon couch slowly opened, he discovered that it was his father, Di Xin.
"Jiao'er, your father is here, why don't you come and see me soon?"
"Yin Jiao pays homage to the king!"
Yin Jiao, who was originally cheerful and happy, turned cold instantly after seeing Di Xin. If Queen Jiang hadn't said goodbye, Yin Jiao might not have said a word to Di Xin.
"Jiao'er, get up. Since you are in the harem, you don't need to perform the courtesy of a monarch or a minister."
Regardless of his status as Emperor Xinren King, he is still the father of Yin Hong in the suburbs of Yin. This is an inescapable fact.
And Yin Jiao was thinking about why Emperor Xin stayed in the Zhonggong Palace. Since he came back, he had never seen Emperor Xin resting in the Zhonggong Palace.
This is the beginning of the scene: father, king, minister, king, minister, father and son, and this is especially true in a highly hierarchical businessman.
"Jiao'er, you are in such a hurry and your head is covered with sweat. Come quickly and let the queen wipe it for you."
Di Xin handed over the handkerchief in his hand, and Queen Jiang used the handkerchief to wipe Yin Jiao's sweat.
Children are children after all, not to mention having no contact with Di Xin, so they naturally feel alienated.
"Mother, Hong Di was greedy and stole the tribute from the Sheji Temple in the palace. Now he is being punished by the shaman to kneel down, saying that he wants to sincerely atone for his sins from the ghosts and gods."
Di Xinteng stood up immediately, his face turned gloomy, and said, "The little witch priest dares to punish the orphan's son, is he seeking death?"
When Queen Jiang and Yin Jiao saw Di Xin's angry face, they couldn't help but take a nervous step back.
"Come here!!! Call the armored guard chief from the palace and follow me to see which shaman is seeking death!"
"Your Majesty, don't be angry. The shaman in the palace is a disciple of the great witch Zhu. He is a bit domineering on weekdays. Don't let a small thing cost you a big one."
Queen Jiang didn't say anything, but she was even more angry when she mentioned it to Emperor Xin, saying, "I have the final say in my harem. I can punish my own son, but others can't."
"Someone is coming!"
After saying that, Di Xin angrily left with the palace guards, leaving only Queen Jiang's worried face. Yin Jiao on the side shouted, "Father, Jiao'er will lead you!"
Queen Jiang was about to give Yin Jiao some instructions when she saw him following Di Xin happily.
"It would be better if nothing happens."
Queen Jiang was worried, so she got up and went directly to Huang Guifei.
…
Ancestral Temple in the Palace
"Kneel down, apologize to the ghosts, gods and ancestors, and ask them to forgive you, otherwise not even your mother will be able to bear their anger, let alone you."
A sinister man wrapped in a black robe, with black symbols painted on his face, stood behind the eight or nine-year-old child. This man was the master of the ancestral temple in the palace, the shaman priest.
But that stubborn child did not cry, let alone resist, but chose to endure it all silently, and his character was clear at a glance.
"Your Majesty, you are not allowed to enter the ancestral temple without any reason. Even if you are the king, you must first seek the consent of the shaman priest."
As soon as Di Xin arrived at the ancestral temple, he was stopped by the little witch divination at the door. The reason turned out to be that he had to seek the consent of the witch priest first.
"Go away! Is there a place in Gu's palace that even Gu can't enter?"
Di Xin was angry, the first time he was so angry.
Just when Emperor Xin was angry, the guards directly pulled Wu Bu away. Wu Bu kept struggling and shouted that he must obtain the consent of Master Wu Ji.
Yin Jiao, who had long hated these sorcerers, stepped forward and kicked the little sorcerer, knocking him unconscious.
"I want to see if there is anything in this ancestral temple that I am not allowed to see!"
Di Xin raised his legs and stepped in. Suddenly, a cold wind blew directly, making Di Xin feel a biting cold.
As far as the eye can see, there are skeletons everywhere. None of these skeletons died normally. Most of them were tortured to death, but all the flesh and blood are missing.
Rather than saying this is an ancestral temple, it would be better to say this is hell.
Di Xin's face was gloomy, it was obviously the first time for him to see such a scene.
"Father, the practice of shamanic rituals is mainly about communicating with the dead. The more powerful the Yin spirit is, the stronger the power it obtains. To produce a powerful Yin spirit, one must be full of resentment before death.
, these are slave sacrifices, used by shamans for their practice."
"Jiao'er, did you lure the orphan here on purpose?"