Chen Ping'an just stood at the city wall in silence, as if he was waiting patiently for dawn.

Song Yunjian, who was named Jingning, was also happy to "use public and private". He looked at the scenery of the capital for a few more days and nights, and had no restrictions on the magical existence of Song Yunjian's pseudo-assault.

A group of guests came from the top of the city, and Song Yunjian bowed silently to him.

Chen Ping'an came back to his senses and asked with a smile: "Why is Your Majesty here?"

Emperor Song He said, "Come and see you."

Chen Ping'an quipped: "I'm afraid I'll give up?"

Song He reached out to stroke the city wall, his fingertips felt thick and a bit cool on the summer night. "I was afraid that Dali's tomorrow is full of uncertainty, but if the court had no Master Chen, it seemed that he would feel relaxed just by thinking this way. However, the two thoughts, and the former would win in the end. So I was happy to learn that Master Chen returned to the capital safely."

Cui Xuan was both the former national teacher of Dali and the gentleman of Emperor Song He. Song He knew Cui Xuan's personality very well. Chen Ping'an was the only successor and had no alternative. Then when Chen Ping'an did not become the National Master of Dali, the Dali Dynasty would be a dynasty with the same surname as the Song family in the Dali family. This kind of thing is indeed a big and small temptation.

Song Yunjian had a thought in his mind, if there was no Master Chen, this Emperor Dali would be said to have drunk poison to quench his thirst.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "This feeling is understandable. It's like when squatting in the toilet in the countryside, there was a group of people chatting outside the toilet."

Song He was stunned and laughed loudly. He had been in the village. However, Song Yunjian didn't quite understand the tacit understanding between the two in this matter.

Chen Ping'an explained: "From tonight, I will treat Your Majesty with sincerity in the sense of sincerity. Due to the previous situation, I must make more calculations and I can't make any mistakes at all."

Song He said: "Mr. Chen doesn't have to tell me the specific reasons. Song He doesn't care much about the things on the mountain and the things in the sky. What he cares most about is next year today. From the richest places to the most bitter and coldest areas, can each Dali people make more money? The markets in the north, temple fairs in the south, and streets in the southwest become more lively at the end of the year. Every year, the word "man" is opened, and follow the teacher to worship the tablets of the Supreme Saint and the Master, and can the children hanging statues become more? Can the military preparations of the Dali border army be improved to another level."

Chen Ping'an thought for a while and said, "Your Majesty and I can definitely see the future "Da Li" that the late emperor and Senior Brother Cui had imagined but had not yet achieved."

Song He said, "Mr. Chen, then I really believe it?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "In thirty years, we will definitely be the first."

Song He spread his arms and patted his hands on the wall, "Okay, then I can go back and have a stable sleep."

Chen Ping'an reached out and patted the emperor on the arm, joking, "I have two sons and one daughter at a young age. Thank you for your hard work."

Song He couldn't help laughing, "Then you should hold on tight too."

Song Yunjian felt a little moved. The so-called mutual agreement between the king and the minister in the book is, right?

I believe that over the past century, the view of the embroidered tiger in the eyes of several emperors of the Dali Song clan must have been extremely complicated in their hearts.

From the beginning of suspicion, firm belief, to surprise, excitement, to suspicion, jealousy, fear? Finally accepting one's fate, inspiring people?

Song He turned his head and said, "When I was with my husband, I didn't dare to say what I was thinking. I was afraid of saying the wrong thing, I was afraid of not being able to understand what my husband meant, and I was afraid of losing patience."

Speaking of this, with a brief pause, Song He laughed at himself: "It's not that he changed the national teacher and deliberately made close friends with Mr. Chen. If he did this, he would definitely only backfire."

Chen Ping'an nodded.

Song He put away his hands and rubbed them, and said, "Sir, I once had a question about the school entrance exam. What is the least change in the world in thousands of years?"

Chen Ping'an blurted out without thinking, "It's the human heart."

Song He said in a complicated mood: "I am indeed not as good as Mr. Chen to understand the embroidered tiger."

The temple on the mountain is just a distinction between the true self and the false self. The officialdom in the world seems to be constantly diminishing the self and enhancing the heart.

The real battlefield can be simply summarized as the words of life and death. It seems that everything is bigger than the word money.

Chen Ping'an said frankly, "Before today, Chen Ping'an might say a word about any decision of the National Master's Office, Your Majesty can suggest, object to, and reject it. At most, add one sentence, 'I am extremely sincere, and I see strategies in words and character in things. The National Master's Office welcomes Your Majesty's supervision'. In this way, it seems that he will give the initiative to Emperor Song He, but in fact there is a trap. Your Majesty is not the executor of the national policy after all. After two or three mistakes, Your Majesty will naturally feel guilty and eventually delegate power completely."

"This may be the optimal solution selected from a hundred and a thousand sentences derived from several meanings."

Chen Ping'an smiled and pointed to his brain, "You don't need to say such words."

"Now, of course, there will be such an opinion, but I will give priority to it as a candidate. I will consciously pause myself, think more, and deliberately make things difficult for myself."

The former is like the seven emotions and six desires revealed in a sea of ​​clouds. It is a kind of accuracy that seems passionate and gentle, but in fact it cannot be considered. It is too correct and too transcendent.

The latter is like squatting somewhere, looking at a flower growing in a pool of mud, protecting it with both hands, and will stare at passers-by, angry, swear, or even get up to fight.

The truth of history is one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, the truth of history is one part, one part, one part, the truth of history is one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part, one part,

Each of our current lives is like the soil of the earth, layer by layer, layer by layer, layer by layer.

Song He sighed: "It's true to your heart and sincerity, but that's it."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "That's still far away."

Song He suddenly asked, "Can the collapsed land temple on the old road in the village be repaired this year?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "It's definitely possible."

If many people, things and things are forgotten by generations, they may be completely forgotten. For example, some dialects, some walking pavilions, such as the Chengfu Temple, which His Majesty the Emperor has been obsessed with.

Song Yunjian could see that His Majesty the Emperor cherished that rural life very much.

The Ten Great Dynasty of Haoran. Central Earth Shenzhou occupied five, the Chengguan Dynasty, the Daduan Cao clan, the Dashou Yin clan, the Xuanmi dynasty, and the Shaoyuan dynasty.

The Dali Song clan in Dongbao Pingzhou is the third place, and the Dayuan Lu clan in Beijuluzhou is the lowest place. In addition, there is one in Aiaizhou, Liuxiazhou and Nanposa.

Fuyaozhou, Jinjiazhou, and Tongyezhou, no powerful country can join this list for the time being.

This is like an invisible and extremely hidden battle for the great way.

Of course, the Dashou Yin clan must fall out of this list. Several dynasties including the Dayong Dynasty in the Middle Earth have the opportunity to fill the gap.

Cao Yi said that he wanted to go to Dali Ai Du and Qi Du to see. Lu Jun also got permission from the national teacher Yang Houjue to see more customs and customs in Dali, so the two princes hit it off and planned to walk south in a way that would go south. One was a pseudonym Cao Lu and the other was Lu Jun, who pretended to be Qu Shuai Liu?'s entourage, and then joined forces to leave the capital as soon as the sky was dawn.

As for whether they can leave their names in the world, or meet a few female heroes, and leave some stories about their beautiful and eroticism... Anyway, they are extremely confident.

Before "returning to the palace", Song He remembered something and asked, "Empress Yao Jinzhi, the Queen of Daquan?"

Song Yunjian laughed silently. As expected, the emperor is also a human being. It seems that he is also curious about these "unofficial histories"?

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Although she is a woman, she is a good emperor."

Song He nodded.

Song He pointed to the distance and said, "I once stood here with my husband, looking at the Dadu in the middle that was about to join the dragon."

"Mr. said it may flood, affect both sides of the strait, and may dry up. Those who draw water to irrigate fertile fields will be desperate, but it may also have good weather and peace from now on."

Song He smiled. Perhaps in the eyes of his husband, including himself as a student, the civil and military officials of Dali were all children who had just read and read.

Chen Ping'an also thought of a "problem" of the eldest brother.

Junior brother, if you want to truly defeat Yu Dou, it is not just about swordsmanship and Taoism?

Chen Ping'an turned his head and looked at Song Yunjian. The latter understood and removed the sluts from the city. Chen Ping'an took a silent step back.

In the lights, people began to see the bright yellow and blue shirt on the top of the city.

I don’t know who recognized the new national teacher first on the road outside the city, and who called out His Majesty the Emperor. In the end, the lights were bright and winding, and everyone was shouting Dali, Dali!

———

He had to work hard again, and used the transport technique of one method to understand all methods and sent Chen Ping'an directly to Jiling Peak.

I had made an appointment for this late-night snack to be hot pot, but when some people met, they thought that eating hot pot might not reflect the old chef's superb skills, so I would just make two side dishes.

There are indeed not many genealogical members in Luopo Mountain, but there are many small hills.

There were several tables placed in the old chef's yard, and the factions of the hilltop were truly placed on the table.

For example, Pei Qian, Nuanshu, and Xiaomili. They belong to the "bamboo house lineage". So even the mountain master's wife was pulled over by Xiaomili. Pei Qian also called for a long time to sit down together.

Since Ning Yao was sitting here, King Sun Chun, the candidate disciple, naturally had to follow him. Of course, Changming had to call his beloved disciple. In this way, it would be a big table.

Guo Zhujiu, Xie Gou, and the white-haired boy are in the family lineage with bamboo houses, especially Pei Qian, who competed for the limelight. Xiao Mo was also pulled over by Xie Gou to sit at a table.

Bai Xuan sat down at this table, which naturally had a profound meaning.

The leader Zhong Qian led Chen Lingjun, Zheng Dafeng, Wen Zaixie and other lazy guys, and they were playing with Guo Zhujiu and others on the table, but they had already started to yell to drink and eat meat.

What kind of decent thing is that it is not right! Are the soldiers I have brought with me all? Zhong Qian frowned slightly, raised her hand and pressed it twice, and Chen Lingjun and others immediately became quiet.

Qi Tingji and Lu Zhi sat alone at the table. They were both curious about what happened. They didn't know why the golden body martial artist with a toothpick in his mouth was so prestige.

It seems that the dining table is his temple, and it also seems that there is a natal flying sword called "Midnight Snack"?

The Taoist priest had already gone to bed and snoreeded like thunder. Wen Xiaoxi went to the house at the foot of the mountain and shouted twice, but failed to wake up Taoist priest. Wen Xiaoxi planned to let the old chef cook two more dishes. After the midnight snack, he would bring a food box to the Xianwei.

The old deaf child received a notice from Jiling Peak, but this man who moved away from the Bianjiantai to build a grass in Huaying Peak is now obsessed with preaching, saying that the time of Hai, when people are determined, and the time of Zi, which alternates day and night are two critical moments for the immortals' studies. He has to work hard on several Taoist teachings he taught. He is worried and has to stare at the group of children and the midnight snack.

Wei Bo sat on Zhong Qian's table. After all, Ning Yao's table was all women, and Qi Tingji's table was all sword immortals from the Dragon Elephant Sword Sect. Fortunately, Wei Bo left a place for Zhu Lian next to him.

There is also a table, the old scholar, Cui Dongshan, who is about to be promoted to Chief Zhou, Cao Qinglang, Deng Jianping, Ning Ji, and Zhao Shuxia. A vacant seat was left for the mountain master.

Chen Ping'an quickly walked into the yard. After sitting down, he looked at the gentleman beside him. The old scholar took the lead in picking up the chopsticks and grinned, "Start work!"

If it were any sect, let alone a monk fell out of the fourteenth realm, he would only say that there was a flying realm, ascending from the immortal, and jade pomegranate to the Nascent Soul realm. What would it be if the sky collapsed?

But in the yard of Jiling Peak, the girl with a sable hat sitting cross-legged with her boots was still "competitive". Her cheeks were bulging and she said vaguely that although I was not as much as the mountain master's fall, I started to fall from the Ascension Realm... The cheerful Lord Xie was speaking vigorously. Alliance Leader Guo got the eyes of a white-haired dog-legged deputy helm master and said he would kick it too.

Wen Xiaoxi was toasting Deputy Shanzhu Jiang at the next table, saying that his brothers don’t have to say much, I will mention one first, the friendship is all in the wine, so I will help you with more brothers in the future...

Ning Yao gave Pei Qian, Xiaomili and others a few of them to pick up food.

Wei Bo and the old chef picked up the wine glass, knocked it gently, and drank it all in one go.

After eating a chicken leg, Chen Lingjun stood up, held the glass in both hands, and said he would take a head, everyone would like toast Mr. Wen Sheng to Mr. Wen Sheng’s table, I will play around first, and you guys will follow.

Chen Ping'an glanced at the boy in green, and the latter immediately became timid. He never thought that the old scholar smiled and said, "Okay, okay, okay," but instead pulled up the closed disciples and said that he, the gentleman, had to take you mountain masters and toast you all first."
To be continued...