Saying goodbye to his wife, Qin He came to the palace.

Looking around, the Luck Golden Dragon was so weak that it was almost unreal, and was squeezed into a corner of the palace.

What replaced it in the center was a ferocious-looking black python.

It is entrenched above the palace, its pupils half open and half closed, as if it is sleeping.

The python of luck belongs to the powerful feudal lord. With chance and initiative, he can transform the python into a dragon.

However, just as demons can transform into dragons, destiny, chance, and progress are all indispensable. Most pythons of luck have no chance of transforming into golden dragons.

The art of luck is determined by heaven, and everything depends on man.

In a troubled time, if the British Lords come together, even if the earth is broken, the golden dragon can be gathered together.

If heroes emerge in large numbers and the world is in darkness, even if the country is unified, the golden dragon will not appear.

The most typical example is that during the Three Kingdoms period, three golden dragons of good fortune appeared in the East and competed for their beauty.

During the Five Dynasties of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, even those who ruled most of the country could not unite the golden dragon. After you sing, I will appear on the stage, and the emperors will take turns to come to my house next year.

Without it, there will be insufficient luck.

Without hesitation, Qin He walked in casually.

This time, there was little resistance.

"Who is coming?"

At the palace gate, a righteous general in armor held his sword in his hand and shouted in a cold voice.

"Your dad."

Qin He's footsteps didn't pause even a moment.

General Dai Jiayi's eyes suddenly became foggy, and he respectfully shouted to Qin He: "Dad, you are here."

"Open the door!"

"Yes, Dad."

The general with armor nodded obediently, and Pidianpidian opened the palace door himself and sent Qin He in.

Looking at this scene, the soldiers under the righteous general looked at each other with unbelievable expressions on their faces.

The general's father is too young.

Not only is he young, he is also handsome.

This dad has no father-like qualities.

One of the soldiers with a square face couldn't help it anymore and said to General An, "General An, didn't you say that your father has been dead for eighteen years?"

"Dad?" The fog in Yi Jiang's eyes slowly dissipated and he said, "What dad?"

"No...it's the one who just entered, don't you call him daddy?" The square-faced soldier swallowed and pointed to the palace door that had not been completely closed.

"That's nonsense. My father has been dead for eighteen years." The righteous general glared at the soldier with an unhappy look on his face.

"If he's not his biological father, then he's his godfather?" Bing Ding thought of something and asked again.

Among the rebels, it is very common to recognize a godfather.

If you are a king without a queen, you will recognize him as your godson, and he will follow the example.

However, the righteous general's face became even angrier. He slapped the soldier on the forehead and said, "What kind of godfather? The person who can make this general my godfather is not even born yet. If you continue to babble, see if I believe it or not. I will take care of you."

you."

"Yes yes yes."

The soldier shrank his neck and covered his mouth, daring not to speak any more.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the man who had just entered stuck his head out from the crack of the palace door again.

General Yi took a closer look, and the anger on his face instantly turned into flattery: "Dad!"

Soldier: "..."

All the soldiers: "..."

"Where is King Chuang?"

Qin He asked, the python of luck suppressed him, and his perception became obviously worse.

"King Chuang is drinking with the generals at the moment, in Yongshou Palace." The righteous general said without thinking.

Qin He nodded and retracted his head.

The soldiers looked at me again, and I looked at you again, and then they focused on the righteous general, with a trace of pity in their eyes.

The general's brain is crazy.

"What are you looking at? If you look at it again, I'll dig out your eyeballs."

…

This is the first time Qin He has entered the palace.

One word, big.

Two words, very big.

The palace is nominally just the residence of the emperor, but in fact it is the place where tens of thousands of people eat and live.

There are only four doors.

It is also divided into inner and outer courts. The outer court has nine halls and one palace, and the inner court has three halls and twelve palaces, plus Cining Palace, Yangxin Palace and a huge imperial garden.

I can’t say how luxurious it is, but given its grandeur, it is worthy of being the residence of the emperor.

Yongshou Palace was the place where the emperor held banquets with civil and military officials and envoys from foreign vassals.

It was only noon at this moment, and the huge banquet hall was full of people drinking and getting drunk.

Dozens of generals of the rebel army hugged the beautiful dancer. They drank so much that their faces turned red and their necks were thick, their mouths were crooked and their eyes were squinting. Some stood up unsteadily, and one fell down and fell unconscious.

Some held the wine can with their chests open and spit it out with a loud sound before taking even two sips.

Some sang and danced, and some held the stage and giggled.

The smell of alcohol, powder, various body odors, sweat, and the special smell of vomit are all mixed together, making the turbidity visible to the naked eye.

The huge banquet hall was like a marketplace, filled with smoke and smoke.

At the top, a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe dropped the large wine jar on the ground with a "thud", his eyes rolled white, and he lay down along the chair.

"King Chuang can't do it anymore!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

"It's not yet... noon, King Chuang has lost."

"..."

When several righteous generals saw this, they burst into laughter with drunken eyes.

However, in a corner of the banquet hall, there was a small official sitting upright. He saw King Chuang drunk and writing in a small notebook.

This official is a historian.

Historiographers wrote about the emperor's words and deeds, and about the emperor's daily life. The book was called "Notes on the Emperor's Daily Life".

Li Chuang proclaimed himself emperor hastily, but after occupying the capital, he imitated imperial etiquette and followed the historian's rules.

The historian's name is Zhang Heng. He writes in small regular script and writes very quickly.

However, such quickness does not mean that there is a lot of writing, it is just hand speed.

In fact, there is only one sentence per page in his daily notes.

The text is as follows:

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, he got up at the emperor's hour, dismissed the court, summoned twenty-three generals to drink, and became very drunk. They woke up at the You hour, and summoned thirty-six more generals to drink, and became drunk again. Unfortunately.

On the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, the emperor got up at noon, dismissed the court, summoned twenty-seven people to drink, and became extremely drunk; no luck.

On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, at Emperor Mao hour, he stopped court and summoned forty-three civil and military generals to drink and became very drunk. They did not wake up until Wu o'clock. He summoned twenty-nine generals to drink again and became drunk again. Unfortunately.

On the 11th day of the twelfth lunar month, when the emperor was about to retire, the general Liu Zhongmin asked for donations. The emperor agreed and ordered him to kill carefully. He summoned Liu Zongmin and sixty-seven of his generals to drink wine and got drunk. At night, the imperial concubine was not allowed to do so.

…

On the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, the emperor got up at noon and went out of court. Prime Minister Li Yan admonished the emperor to stop levying donations, appease the officials and the people, and presided over the government. The emperor was displeased, so he dismissed the prime minister, summoned all the generals to drink wine, and became drunk.
Chapter completed!