"Your Majesty, do you want me to inquire about the movements of the Imperial Master for you?" The beautiful oriental noble had a look of embarrassment on his face:
"I am your Majesty's concubine. It is very difficult to leave the palace. Even if you have His Majesty's permission, people will be suspicious of you if you leave the palace frequently. It is true that you cannot fulfill the responsibility of surveillance. However, I did not expect that behind the Zheng family is the Imperial Master.
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Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand: "Tell me the detailed information you know about the Imperial Master, and don't ask any more questions."
Asking directly would not be in line with Zhao Shun's character. After all, Zhao Shun would not even forget the Imperial Master. Fortunately, Wanmei was a dead soldier with overwhelming loyalty and would not question His Majesty over such a trivial matter.
Zhang Yuanqing now has no other channel to inquire about the intelligence of the Imperial Guard. It is better to ask his confidants than to ask others.
Wanmei is indeed the concubine who loves His Majesty deeply. As expected, she stopped asking any more questions and spoke for a moment before saying:
"The Imperial Preceptor was conferred by the late Emperor. The late Emperor was seriously ill in his later years and longed for immortality, so he posted notices to seek out talented people from all over the world, hoping to obtain the elixir of immortality and prolong his life.
"A strange man responded to the call and gave the late emperor three elixirs, saying that they would extend his life for three years. Three years later, he would open an altar to perform a ritual to extend the late emperor's life for another three years.
"The late emperor took the elixir, and his health was indeed very good. He was very happy, and he appointed the strange man as a national preceptor. It is said that the imperial preceptor can not only refine the elixir of immortality, but also observe people's fortunes and misfortunes, judge life and death, give orders to ghosts and gods, and pray for rain.
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It sounds like a combination of a bachelor, a night wandering god, and a rain master. Ancient monks learned a lot of things, and it was normal to dabble in various fields. I don’t know what the core profession is! Zhang Yuanqing’s expression was solemn. This kind of ancient monk was a master of academics.
, both have several brushes, which are difficult to deal with.
"Later, did the Imperial Master do anything for the late Emperor to extend his life?"
Wanmei shook her head: "Three years later, the late emperor passed away. The Imperial Master said that this was God's will. It is unacceptable to change one's fate against the will of God. It cannot be done anymore."
"With such words, how can the Queen Mother and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty tolerate him?" Zhang Yuanqing was puzzled. He was acting like a rogue. Before he became the Imperial Preceptor, he promised to extend his life for another three years. After becoming the Imperial Preceptor, it was God's will that could not be violated.
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"Because in the past three years, the national master has gained great reputation in the government and the public with his alchemy and Qihuang skills. Princes and nobles have come to seek elixirs. The elixir shop he opened often provides free clinics in the capital, and countless people have benefited from it. I, my concubine,
I also heard that every time there is a drought, the Imperial Preceptor will open an altar to pray for rain, and every time there will be heavy rains." As she spoke, a trace of confusion flashed in Wanmei's bell-like eyes, "Your Majesty, what is your relationship with that Imperial Majesty?
Teacher, we also have close contact with each other."
Therefore, even if the late emperor dies, no one in the government or the public would dare to deal with the Imperial Preceptor, or rather would not want to deal with the Imperial Preceptor! Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized, and then sighed:
"Wanmei, no, Concubine Wan, you are the confidant left to me by my mother, so I won't hide it from you. After I was poisoned, my mind was confused and I often forgot some past events."
Wanmei was shocked and turned pale. She held His Majesty's little hand and said urgently: "I will hire a doctor for you right now."
Zhang Yuanqing struggled but couldn't break free, and it was difficult to shout "help", so he had to comfort him:
"The imperial doctor said that it is caused by residual poison that has not been cleared away. It will get better after a while. You continue to talk."
Only then did Wanmei feel relieved, and revealed the information she knew without reservation, "Your Majesty, you, when you were young, you practiced the Fangzhong technique with the national master, and you took the bone-strengthening and Yang-tonifying pill refined by the national master every day.
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No wonder Zhao Shun pulled dogs over and stabbed them every day and every day. No wonder the concubines and maids in the harem were treated favorably. Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized.
He found it strange that Zhao Shun, recorded in the daily records, had extremely good kidneys.
It turned out that he was practicing the art of Guo Fangzhong.
I really want to learn too.
Wanmei said: "Not only that, the drawings for your expansion of the harem were drawn by the Imperial Master for you, including the Feng Shui pattern of the harem. Your Summer Palace and Sheep Palace outside the palace were also built for you by the Imperial Master."
The beauties were listed one after another, one by one. In addition to laboring the people and the money to build the palace, the imperial adviser also encouraged Zhao Shun to set up a "Fragrance-seeking Army" to specifically recruit beauties from among the people for him, which made the people complain.
A few years ago, Zhao Shun forced more than 100,000 laborers to dig canals in order to travel south to enjoy the mountains and rivers, and to carry out corvee labor, and asked the people to bring their own dry food. Because spring planting was delayed, there was a famine that year.
In addition, Concubine De's father, the former Minister of the Ministry of Finance, was dissatisfied with Zhao Shun's extravagance, extravagance and debauchery, and wrote a letter angrily. Zhao Shun became furious and consulted the imperial advisor. The imperial advisor said: "What's the use of retaining ministers who don't know how to sympathize with the king?"
Concubine De's entire family was slaughtered.
Zhang Yuanqing's scalp was numb when he heard this, and he was as spoiled as a murderer. This national master wanted to throw Zhao Shun into the eighteenth level of hell, and also damage the national destiny of the Southern Dynasty.
The biggest weakness of the feudal system is this. If the king is wise, the country's strength will flourish. But once the king is ignorant, the entire country will quickly decline.
The most frightening thing is that the National Preceptor is by no means just a jester or a treacherous minister, because he knows how to establish prestige and reputation among the people.
While ruining the reputation of the monarch, he also established a virtuous reputation for himself.
Evil intentions.
But why does the Imperial Master support the Zheng family? Emperors like Zhao Shun are the kings that all ministers, jesters, and traitors have dreamed of throughout the ages. They can be called white moonlight.
It would be of no benefit to him to kill Zhao Shun and support the Zheng family. The Zheng family must be smarter than Zhao Shun.
Maybe there are benefits, but I don't know. I have to investigate before making a conclusion. Zhang Yuanqing collected his thoughts and coughed: "Wanmei, you will rest in my bedroom tonight."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Wanmei take off her skirt.
"You, what are you doing?" Zhang Yuanqing moved his butt out without leaving any trace.
"My concubine, please sleep with me." The beauty's copper bell eyes sparkled charmingly.
Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice: "I haven't cleared up my remaining poison, and I was frightened again. I need to cultivate myself urgently. Wanmei doesn't have to rush for a while."
Wanmei's face was full of disappointment, and she asked in a rough voice: "Where will my concubine sleep?"
"No need to sleep, stay with me." Zhang Yuanqing grabbed the beauty's big hand and said with a gentle expression, "With you here, I can sleep peacefully."
High-end players must know how to make use of all the resources in the dungeon. Gou Jian can endure hardships while lying on his hands, and Han Xin can endure the humiliation of his crotch. Why don't I sacrifice my appearance?
Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters!
Wanmei was moved and flattered: "Your Majesty, I will guard you every day from now on."
No need! Zhang Yuanqing nodded vigorously, put on his clothes and lay down, turned over, and gave Wanmei the back of her head.
It will be dawn in a few hours. The side mission of surviving for 24 hours has been completed, and the mission of finding the spy has also been completed. It stands to reason that after surviving the initial crisis, the dungeon will have lifted my seal and allowed me to restore my cultivation level as a mortal.
It is impossible to clear the Dominator level copy
The restriction of "not revealing your identity" should also be lifted. This restriction is to increase the difficulty in the early stage. Now that you have survived the initial crisis, there is no point in concealing your identity.
So, tomorrow morning, I should be able to recognize my teammates and then fight against the enemies in the dungeon together.
As his thoughts flashed, Zhang Yuanqing fell into a deep sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by the sound of a spiritual alert coming from his ears:
[Ding! Congratulations on completing the side mission: Survive for 24 hours.]
[Ding! Congratulations on completing the side mission: Find the spy lurking in the palace. 】
[Ding! Mission rewards, unlock extraordinary spiritual power and items. 】
[Ding! The side mission is activated, survive for 72 hours.]
[Remarks: Please remember that your identity is Zhao Shun.]
A black full moon mark appeared on his forehead, and pure lunar power poured into his body. Zhang Yuanqing's sleepiness and fatigue were instantly cleared, and he became energetic.
The power is back, although it is only in the extraordinary stage.
After the black moon mark disappeared, Zhang Yuanqing turned over and sat up, opened the properties panel, and checked the tasks.
The main mission of "repelling the Northern Dynasty army or protecting the capital of the Southern Dynasty" has not changed, and the side mission of "gaining the hearts and minds of the people" has not changed. The mission of "finding the spy" has been completed.
Surviving for 24 hours turned into surviving for 72 hours.
"Judging from the changes in missions, there are not many reminders and the target is not clear, but it doesn't matter, the enemy in the capital has been figured out. The next step is to collect intelligence and find out the enemy's true and false status."
"The note reminded me to remember my identity. Does it mean that the identity of the monarch is very important? But there is no limit to the identity. I should be able to recognize my teammates."
"First call all my teammates here. Well, there may be people from the Zheng family in the Imperial City Department. I can't take the initiative to call my teammates. This is too obvious. I have to find a way to prevent my teammates from seeing me but knowing that I am
identity of."
The first thing Zhang Yuanqing thought of was the special code for time travellers: odd or even, unchanged, and the symbols look at the quadrants.
Then I thought about it, there are some bad guys among my teammates who may not know the secret code, and changing the secret code is incompatible with the background of the times, making it difficult to publicize.
Zhang Yuanqing suddenly had an idea and had an idea.
He looked at the beautiful woman sitting on the edge of the bed, her head hanging down and snoring.
"Wanmei!"
"Snort, snore"
"Wanmei!"
"Snort, snore"
Zhang Yuanqing sighed and said loudly: "Beauty Xuanwan is here to sleep with you!"
Wanmei suddenly woke up: "Your Majesty~"
Zhang Yuanqing reprimanded: "I entrusted my life and property to you, but you were sleeping soundly beside the bed. Beautiful lady, you have failed me."
I want to demote you to a commoner and expel you from the harem.
Wanmei was so anxious that she hurriedly kowtowed: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. Your Majesty, please forgive me."
"That's all, I care about beauty and don't want to punish beauty." Zhang Yuanqing said in one stroke, looking at Wan Meiren's grateful eyes:
"I dreamed of Mr. Wenquxing last night. He said that I was extremely talented and could be the number one scholar."
Before she could finish her words, Wanmei interrupted angrily: "Your Majesty is the Nine-Fifth Supreme Being, the True Dragon Emperor. This Lord Wenquxing dares to bury Your Majesty."
"Don't pay attention to these details." Zhang Yuanqing coughed and said: "I actually dreamed of a poem last night, which was taught by Wen Quxingjun in his dream. Listen carefully: I sleep in spring without waking up, I hear birds singing everywhere, and the sound of wind and rain comes at night
, you know how many flowers have fallen.”
The poetry is in line with the times and is easy to understand. Even those with a primary school diploma have heard this popular "Spring Dawn".
"Catchy and a good poem." Wanmei said.
Zhang Yuanqing nodded with satisfaction: "I also think it's a good thing, and I'm quite proud of it, but I'm a noble person, and I don't even bother to be a royal wife. I show off and boast about myself. I'm a beautiful woman with a beautiful heart, so you understand what I mean."
Wanmei understood, and at Zhang Yuanqing's signal, she hurriedly left the palace.
Zhang Yuanqing summoned the maids to serve and dress him, and sat in the outer hall of the palace to enjoy a sumptuous breakfast. He keenly noticed that the maids had become particularly silent.
The eunuch glanced at His Majesty's face from time to time, showing confusion.
The maid felt that my aesthetics had changed, and she was worried about her future, while the eunuch began to doubt my aesthetics. Zhang Yuanqing, who had recovered his extraordinary cultivation, had a clear understanding of fire.
Alas, Zhao Shun's only praiseworthy aesthetic has been ruined by me. Forget it, he is a foolish king anyway.
Zhang Yuanqing enjoyed breakfast seriously.
When he was seven to eight times full, he asked the palace maid to remove the food and lay down on the soft couch in the palace to take a nap while waiting for his teammates to come.
My teammates didn't wait, but Li Changshi did.
Zhang Yuanqing was about to speak when he heard the old eunuch with gray temples ask in a low voice:
