For the next two days, Wei Yuan had nothing to do, the King of England's troops had nothing to do, and the border troops continued to pick up garbage.
There's not much garbage left.
All three parties turned a blind eye to the central secret vault, and then two hundred young men wandered into the secret vault area and unexpectedly discovered that the two secret vaults were still there.
As for their fifty companions, they died silently in the hands of the Liao tribe in the chaos of the past few days, and their armor turned into other people's clothes.
In the main hall of the camp, King Jin lowered his eyes and never said that the autumn hunting was over.
If King Jin didn't move, no one else could move. Fortunately, everyone had their own cultivation, so they all looked at their noses, noses, and minds, and quietly started doing their homework. After all, what is placed on the chessboard of heaven and earth all day long is Wei Yuan's. With such a big face, everyone almost counted Wei Yuan’s eyebrows. There’s really nothing to see.
Only King Fu was young and couldn't stand it after sitting for a day, so he shouted for food and water. King Jin thought he was noisy, so he ordered people to send him out of the hall. When Wang Gan got the news, he hurriedly came to carry King Fu back to the palace and gave him water and food. .
But Concubine Yuan came over after getting the news. After asking about the incident, she didn't say anything and just waved her hand and gave her a slap in the face!
This slap was so hard that a handprint appeared on King Fu's face instantly. He burst into tears and said while crying: "If you dare to hit me, I will tell my father!"
Wang Qian stood nearby, wanting to persuade, but he didn't dare.
Concubine Yuan ignored the crying Prince Fu and said to the maid next to her: "Prince Fu is so ignorant, someone must have instigated him. Come, arrest all the internal officials and maids who are serving Prince Fu, and bring them to Shen Tang."
After giving the instructions, she turned around and left, leaving Wang Qian without a chance to say a word.
King Fu was jumping on his feet and crying, but the only ones left there were Yuan Fei's maids. They didn't pay attention to him at all, and carried away the palace maids around King Fu one by one.
Wang Qian sighed and could only turn around and leave.
In the early morning of the third day, the feeling of being spied on finally disappeared, and Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. He had maintained the perfect look for two days and two nights, and even he now had some back pain.
Wei Yuan just stretched out and suddenly felt a pool of hot, sticky and thick stuff poured on his head. The smell of indescribable decay, decay, and the re-fermentation of various things after decay rushed to his nose. It went straight to the roof of the mouth, then penetrated the brain above the palate, and broke through the top door, giving Wei Yuan the feeling of swallowing a large mouthful of corpse liquid mixed with mustard.
He has a keen sense of perception and is almost born with magical powers, but this time it turned out to be a disaster. Ordinary people may not be able to experience the taste at all, but Wei Yuan can feel the delicate layers of the taste, and can also detect the subtle changes in it, and every change is clear In the heart.
It's like taking a bite of shit and then instinctively identifying its year, place of origin, whether it tastes like vegetables or pork ribs, and whether the producer has any hidden diseases, etc.
Wei Yuan couldn't bear it anymore and knelt down to retching, vomiting out all the clear and yellow water.
Those invisible, sticky things continued to fall endlessly. In desperation, Wei Yuan Yuan Shen transformed into a heaven-swallowing treasure toad, raised his head and took a big mouthful, swallowed the remaining sticky stuff in one gulp, and then shook it hard After a few strokes, it was torn off from the large viscous body high in the void.
"Finally, it's gone." Wei Yuan's face was frighteningly pale, and he truly felt weak. He was vomiting and couldn't even stand up.
Xu Yi came over to help him up, and the knights raised their guns to warn the surroundings, not knowing where the enemy came from.
Wei Yuan waved his hand and said feebly: "It's okay, it's just my body... something happened. It will be fine after a while."
At this time, in the mountains and rivers of thousands of miles, the sky is no longer deep darkness, but covered with a layer of surging dark red. It is like a pool of mucus, covering the sky of mountains and rivers of thousands of miles. If you don't look carefully, it looks a bit like the afterglow of the setting sun.
The sunset is sad and disappointing.
This dark red sky was the result of the national destiny of the Western Jin Dynasty. Looking at the atmosphere of decay and decline, Wei Yuan sighed.
The national destiny of the Western Jin Dynasty is a boost and a resource for enlightenment, even if it is close to destruction. It makes thousands of miles of rivers and mountains more complete. With the sky, there is a foundation for the formation of wind and rain, making the entire Tao foundation a big step closer to the real world.
And this is often a step that should be taken only after the imperial view.
In other words, Wei Yuan now has more or less the magic of Lord Yujing.
But it is also a fetter and a shackle. The entire national destiny turns into the sky and hangs upside down on the mountains and rivers of Wanli. It is integrated at the end of the earth and penetrates into the rivers and mountains of Wanli. At this time, the rivers and mountains of Wanli are like a beast caught in a spider's web.
Although it will not fall, its actions will be hindered. If the national destiny is not completely reversed and refined, it will be impossible to achieve the inner world and the imperial scenery.
Wei Yuan already had a profound knowledge of luck. After the fate of the Western Jin Dynasty fell in thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, he observed the ups and downs of the fate of the Western Jin Dynasty outside, and he knew something in his mind: this dark red actually accounted for 10% of the fate of the entire Western Jin Dynasty!
Luck is an invisible thing, it is everywhere but not everywhere. Whether it is high in the sky or in thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, it is the national destiny of the Western Jin Dynasty and a part of the whole. It is just that this part is bound to Wei Yuan. If it is good, the Western Jin Dynasty will be good.
, the same is true for the difference.
But after falling into thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, it is different from the overall national destiny. If Wei Yuan refines it better, most of the benefits will be enjoyed by himself, and a small part will be distributed to the entire Western Jin Dynasty. Even if Wei Yuan turns it into
Just like the prosperity of Taizu when he founded his country, he could also take at least half of the benefits, and vice versa.
However, looking at the fate of the country in the Western Jin Dynasty, Wei Yuan felt that the country was not far away from being destroyed. No matter how rebellious he was, he could not be far behind.
Therefore, this national destiny is a drag for Wei Yuan at this moment, and it will not help resolve the curse of cause and effect. If the Wu clan casts a curse of cause and effect at this time, natural disasters will occur in the Western Jin Dynasty, and all living beings will be devastated, but the karma that will follow will
The backlash will definitely make Wei Yuan drink a pot, which is more terrifying than the Karma Curse.
At that time, Wei Yuan was equivalent to half of the country's subjugated king, and there must be a mark in the history books for future generations to rebuke.
But the national fortunes have come down, and the autumn hunting is over?
In the main hall of the camp, King Jin put down the large golden cup in his hand, and picked up a small golden spoon from the table. The spoon was no bigger than the top of his thumb. King Jin held the spoon and scooped it out, and there was something inexplicable in the spoon.
, then came to the sand table, raised his hand and poured the contents in the spoon.
Lu Wenbai, the commander of Yunxiang Jiedu, suddenly felt a sharp increase in his breath. He was surprised and happy. He left the table and knelt down, saying repeatedly: "Thank you Holy King for your grace!"
However, as his aura rose, paleness flashed across his face, and he must have tasted the blessing of luck. But he was not as gifted with magical powers as Wei Yuan, and his perception was not as delicate.
At this time, Lu Wenbai was still a little confused. He didn't understand how his family became the second place. There was obviously the King of England and the border troops. He quietly glanced at the Jinbei, with a hint of regret in his eyes. That cup was really big, not just small.
Ten times the spoon?
Wei Yuan crammed for the moment, recalling all kinds of knowledge about the national destiny.
The destiny and changes of a country have multiple factors, and the royal family is not the only fulcrum. The destiny of the country is partly scattered within the territory, partly based on the common people, and partly based on officials, celebrities and aristocratic families. These people are also called the foundation of governance.
In terms of proportion, the Jin royal family accounts for about 30% to 40%, of which the Jin king naturally accounts for the majority. Now Wei Yuan has 10% of the country's destiny, and this part also comes from the royal family.
Not as good as the King of Jin, but certainly far more than the Prince.
Wei Yuan fell into deep thought, judging his relationship with the King of Jin based on the fate of the country, it seemed that he should be worshiped as a foster father.
Just thinking about Concubine Yuan is a bit weird.
Chapter completed!