The spacious and unique courtyard of Weisheng's home is filled with the colors and decorations that Miss Yinzhuang likes. The dazzling array can be separated in certain places, creating a scenery that will not look tired due to too much.
Obviously the person who arranged all this put a lot of thought into it and tried to include as many things as possible.
Above the lake in the center, a single wooden bridge connects the pavilions. Men and women sit opposite each other, respectful and gentle to each other, and sometimes smiling and chatting as if they are moisturizing each other.
The stars shone down from the sky, making it beautiful for a while.
The woman stood up in surprise and looked at the dazzling starry sky.
Wei Sheng Yan stood up and stood side by side with her, also looking at the starry sky, silently, until the stars in the sky began to dissipate, then he asked with a smile: "Is it beautiful?"
Yin Zhuang withdrew her gaze, looked at him and asked, "The Bisheng Pillar has lit up. It seems that the one from Zhaodu has succeeded."
Sighing at the young man and woman he met by chance a few months ago, Yinzhuang sat down and said with a smile: "Although it's really incredible, I really didn't expect that the scene with the Bisheng Pillar lit up would be so beautiful."
"That shows the power of God, and it will naturally be flawless." Wei Sheng Yan said with a smile. After a pause, he looked at the woman and thought for a while before asking: "Yin Zhuang... do you like that kind of beauty?"
"Of course." Yinzhuang didn't know why and replied subconsciously. Suddenly she felt embarrassed and said with a smile: "But I'm not the Lord of God, so I can't light up the pillar of life."
"If you want, you can actually do it." Wei Shengyan sat in his seat, reached out and picked up the tea brewed on the side and poured it into the cup in front of him.
"How is that possible? That is something that only the God Lord can do." Yinzhuang said in surprise.
"No, no, the Lord God cannot accomplish such a great thing."
Wei Shengyan shook his head, pushed the tea cup in front of him to the woman opposite, whose eyes were filled with doubts and curiosity, and motioned for her to drink the tea he had prepared himself first.
Yinzhuang endured her confusion, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hand to pick up the teacup. The warm flow of tea slowly entered her throat. She put down the teacup and sipped the familiar fragrance of the tea in her mouth. She smiled and praised it.
His clear, watery eyes looked at the Weisheng inkstone again.
Wei Shengyan lowered his head, reached for the teapot and poured it for the woman across from him again, while saying: "The Shengzhu now cannot be lit by the God Lord. To be precise, because of a great change five hundred years ago,
The so-called 'divine master' can no longer light up any other pillars of life in Suchuan."
"Why is that?" Yinzhuang asked.
"Because Shenzong destroyed the royal family and all the puppet-like divine masters. He even wanted to destroy the Tianqi Sect with his own hands. It's a pity. I don't know why he suddenly disappeared midway, and I don't know if he got any retribution. It's a pity.
.”
Yinzhuang frowned and looked at the middle-aged man who was explaining to him, with confusion: "Shenzong, who is the greatest emperor in the records of the Ming family?"
"Isn't he a member of the royal family? Why did he want to kill the royal family?... And what does the puppet-like God Lord mean?"
The woman did not doubt Wei Shengyan's words too much, but she was confused about the origin and outcome of these words.
Although the Yin family is one of the three ancient bloodlines in ancient times, and at its peak, it and the Ming family were in charge of Suchuan and were in charge of law. However, things are different now. In addition to this title, the Yin family today only has two young and down-to-earth bloodlines.
Descendants.
Five hundred years have passed. In addition to the changes in the past and the passage of time, the inheritance of the Yin family has been cut off in many ways.
She didn't know many secrets and thought it was reasonable.
Wei Shengyan is the largest wealthy businessman in Suchuan at present. He controls most of Suchuan's wealth and has the largest news network. Behind him is Pingjiang Hou, an ancient prince.
It is also very possible to know some secrets that she does not know.
Listening to the woman's confused questions, Wei Shengyan seemed to have thought of something funny, and laughed subconsciously. After a while, he stopped and stood up.
I couldn't tell whether he said it in a sentimental or mocking tone.
"You must know that the royal family five hundred years ago had the surname Yuan and was called the Yuan family. It has nothing to do with the Ming family today."
"Shenzong first appeared in the south of the Yangtze River. He appeared inexplicably on the soil bag of Suchuan. He didn't know where he came from or where he went. He married and made friends. When he was happy, he drank and gave money to help the poor people. When he was happy, he was willing to kill.
One or two evil thieves in the world have a sense of loyalty."
"But he never did anything deliberately. He once said that he came to this world just to find a woman. Wherever he went, wherever he saw, one day, the woman would meet him. It was his destined fate.
, Heaven cannot be broken.”
"He was a down-and-out, free and easy man. He wandered around Suchuan like this, going to a place and admiring the beautiful scenery. He would draw pictures and record them by his side. He would also learn good food from local wineries. He said that one day, he would find someone
The day she met her, he wanted to share all the beauties in the world with her..."
"Until one day, Shenzong came to the imperial capital and saw the royal city that had not changed for thousands of years, the Yuan clan, and the blood-stained steps. They were all deceptions and lies, and they were all piles of corpses of the royal family."
"Every time a monster comes out from the abyss and eats a person, it will light up the other life pillar. They use blood as a contract and gods as an edict. The Yuan family relies on the Tianqi Sect's unique contracts and forbidden techniques to control
Taking one monster after another and putting them in the skin of a beautiful young girl, Yuan gave their work a beautiful name, "God Lord"."
"Shenzong saw the bloody skin under the abyss, and saw the throne enjoying the title of 'God Lord' obeyed by the world. Under that title, under the beauty and mystery of the world, the skin contained countless ugliness, disgusting, and disgusting things.
It’s disgusting…”
The tea was already cold, and the woman opposite him stood there in a daze, her lips parted and muttering speechless, as if she could not recover from the middle-aged man's story for a long time.
She didn't know whether what he said was true or false.
It was impossible to tell the difference. The content was too rich and overturned her previous knowledge accumulated in more than 20 years of life.
Wei Shengyan looked at the woman, smiled apologetically, considered for a moment, and said easily: "What happened next was that Shenzong was furious and killed the evil people he saw. After he ascended the throne, he even planned to destroy everything himself.
"
"It's a pity that for some unknown reason, Shenzong suddenly disappeared. After doing most of the work, it suddenly stopped, and the history of Tianqi Sect was covered up again, and the five hundred people who were decorated in layers were
years of declining history.”
Yin Zhuang rubbed her fingers, thought for a moment, thought of something, and asked: "What about Yin?"
Wei Shengyan looked at her and replied: "That's when the Yin family left Suchuan, and that's where the decline came from."
"Is that so?"
Yin Zhuang murmured, but Wei Sheng Yan did not answer. She looked at the middle-aged man, and there seemed to be many secrets hidden under that gentle and elegant face that could be dug deeper.
She calmed down and asked curiously: "Why...you said it so realistically, it feels like you saw it with your own eyes?"
Wei Shengyan raised his head, as if he heard some joke, his body twitched slightly, and he laughed softly. After a while, he stopped under the calm gaze of the woman opposite and said jokingly.
"Maybe... I really saw it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand violently, "Actually, it can be said that it was a dream. It is too false to say that it was true. After all, I still can't believe the fact. It may be better to regard this as a dream or a story.
"
Yin Zhuang lowered her eyes and picked up the tea cup again. The tea went into her throat and was cold. The fragrance was still there and the taste was still the same, but she still didn't see through what the person opposite was thinking.
Wei Shengyan once again apologized for her rudeness and waved to the servant in the distance to get some of her favorite things that he had already prepared.
Maybe it was just that she was walking on the street, stopped in front of a certain shop, and glanced at the trinkets that she found interesting. Maybe she just saw the curiosity caused by the sounds of people drinking and having fun in a certain pub...
That little trinket, that exquisite wine, that brocade that is regarded as the treasure of the store...
He bought them all one by one and sent them to her.
He wanted to look at her and smile, and she looked at the object and smiled at him.
For a long time, the two of them talked a lot and parted. Wei Shengyan stood on the pavilion and looked at the woman's retreating figure, a trace of loss flashed in his eyes.
"Master of the house, several young masters have invited you to come to the house for a chat." The old housekeeper held a thick brocade robe and stood aside respectfully.
Wei Shengyan didn't respond for a long time, until a wisp of breeze blew on his forehead, passing through some coolness, and his drunkenness suddenly became less intense. He picked up the brocade robe in the butler's hand and whispered to himself:
"The deceased head of the old family of the Yin family once prepared a dowry for her daughter. She never said it, and I haven't seen it either. Do you think I am a little redundant?"
The old housekeeper lowered his head and did not answer.
What good things could be included in the dowry prepared by the down-and-out Yin family? The Weisheng family is already rich enough to rival the country based on its wealth alone, but that is Miss Yin's dowry.
The family wanted to marry Miss Yin's family, but she didn't see that thing that belonged to her.
……………………
Zhaodu.
It was still the same royal palace, but at this moment, Mr. Lu was not hanging around in the library pavilion.
Lu Ming sat on the throne that belonged to the king with a sad face. The eucalyptus slips in front of him were piled with documents that were almost larger than his height.
Since the grand awakening ceremony of the other life was completed a few days ago, his position as king has been extremely secure.
The princes who were originally "concentrating" on watching the glorious deeds of the God Lord in Tianqimen gave up many of their thoughts and wrote memorials one after another, describing various situations such as fiefdom, property, military, land...
.
Express surrender.
Needless to say, Feitian, who has always regarded your Majesty as number one, took advantage of this opportunity and wrote several times asking your Majesty to take advantage of this opportunity to take back the fiefdoms of the princes and restore the glory of the royal family.
She strongly requested that the Lord should cheer up, work diligently, and be a wise and mighty Lord.
The scrolls came one after another, from the princes, from Feitian who handed over the power of the Prime Minister, and from Fu Zhuan who had just taken over as the head of the Tianqi Sect.
Lu Ming had no intention of watching. He was here to be a faint king, not a wise king.
The family fortune was not ruined, so he felt worthy of himself. As for the so-called ancestors, he could only say sorry.
With his back and butt resting on the chair, his feet casually resting on the memorials, Lu Ming picked up a pillow from the side, perfectly showing a serious Ge You lying posture.
"Hey, this is really not how people live."
The sound of brisk footsteps came, and Lu Ming did not raise his head. The only one who could come over at this time was Linglong, because everyone else asked for instructions first from a distance away. Even Feitian felt a lot more distant now.
I have to say, it’s good to have a backer.
"Ah~"
"Oh shit, can't you review these articles and memorials first? You don't know how to do something as simple as being an emperor?" As soon as she came over, Linglong was stunned by the high pile of memorials in front of her.
I don't know why, but seeing this guy in such a mess makes me angry.
"How about... Lord God, will you come?" Lu Ming glanced sideways and stretched out his hand to signal.
Without any surprise, the palm of my hand suddenly turned red.
Someone grimaced in pain, "I am an injured person, do you have any caring feelings?"
Linglong rolled her eyes. She had checked the injury on her hand yesterday, the day before yesterday, and thousands of days ago. There was not even a scar. Someone even patted his chest and said that with his physique, he could be stabbed ten times.
All eight cuts are fine.
If she hadn't seen her scratched hand with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that Lu Ming had done this.
He reached out and picked up an apple from the fruit plate on the ground, and broke it open with all his strength. With a smile on his face, he pursed his lips and said with a smile, "Here, let's give it to the handsome man Lu."
"This sounds familiar, I can't remember where I heard it before."
Giving up on his self-performance, Lu Ming opened his mouth to take the apple and said doubtfully.
Linglong paused slightly while eating the apple, and her smiling expression suddenly calmed down. She sat next to him, carefully fed him a piece of apple with his doubtful eyes, and then asked softly: "Really, can't you remember?"
Get up?"
Lu Ming glanced at the girl strangely, a little surprised by her behavior, but he quickly dismissed this mentality, smiled at her, and put his arms around her small waist.
Soft, comfortable and very secure.
With his head resting on her thigh, Lu Ming shook his head helplessly at her, and then said.
"Linglong, I am holding you now, and you are mine now. Let's put aside the other messy things for now. I am not a person suffering from intermittent amnesia."
The big hand that was bound began to swim slowly, and Lu Ming climbed upwards, "When we go to Pingting to do the last thing, we will get married. In this world, in this imperial capital, we have everything we want."
Linglong pressed his head that he tried hard to close up, looked at the things piled high next to him, and said with a chuckle: "Before we talk, can we tell you some facts? With the way you are doing things in government, I can enjoy it with you."
How many days are you going to be rich and prosperous?"
Lu Ming spread his hands, glanced sideways outside, and kicked Zuosu away, "What now?"
Linglong was stunned, "He's very handsome, but I really want to hit you now!"
Lu Ming stood up, waved to the iron guard who rushed in, and waved to leave, then took Linglong's hand and walked to the back hall.
"Don't hesitate to do anything you want to do. Hesitation... will only make you regret it."
Linglong: "...Do you know that you are very annoying now and deserve a beating!"
The young monarch took the girl's hand and walked to the back hall, his own inner palace. He stopped in front of a wall with a painting hanging on it.