After such a big incident, of course it was impossible to stay in the work shed.
Whether it was Qi Hongxin or the imperial envoy, they all had to return to the city. In the mist-like rain, the driver shouted in a low voice, and the ox cart turned smoothly.
Looking around at this moment, Su Ziji recognized the vague outline of the river embankment. The two of them were silent for a while.
"Master Yan, I'm really rude for letting you encounter this." After a long time, Su Ziji smiled to himself and said, "Shun'an Mansion is full of disasters!"
"Well, indeed, it's just a locust plague. The embankment explosion was a man-made disaster. You and Mr. Qi have dealt with it well... Oh, it's a pity Mr. Qi."
"On the way, I actually read the official documents carefully. Mr. Qi has done a lot of practical things in these years. This time, thanks to the emperor's grace, he is ready to make a comeback, but his life is over, so there is nothing he can do!"
"That's right." Su Ziji looked at Yan He, agreed, and sighed. Qi Hongxin has a stain. Even if he doesn't die, don't think about rising to prominence again. The foundation is broken. Now it's just a temporary prosperity.
If he really went to the capital and showed it to the emperor, he would get angry at the scene. Let alone the third grade, his life might not be saved.
But of course this cannot be said.
Su Ziji looked a little melancholy, but Yan He was worried that he might have misunderstood. He paused and then said: "But Master Qi has obtained the third grade, and his treatment is different."
"According to the court's practice, posthumous titles are discussed for those with grades above three. If one of the descendants can be entrusted, one can enter the Imperial College."
"Mrs. Qi can also be granted the title of Haoming as usual."
"Even if it is under the nine springs, the so-called kindness will always increase the light of the spring."
This was to comfort himself. Su Ziji glanced at Yan He in surprise. This man was of the sixth rank and an attaché of the imperial envoy. He didn't have to be polite to him. Why was he so kind?
As for using Qin's grace to permanently increase the light of the spring soil, he now understands that one of the characteristics of the imperial court is that it has both yin and yang.
In every dynasty, posthumous treatment was given according to levels and was meticulous.
This vernacular means that the court gives grace, so Jiuquan also has glory - this is not empty talk in the eyes of ancient people.
Su Ziji smiled and said with a relaxed expression: "This is the favor of the imperial court. Thank you for arriving remotely and in time. Now we can make contingency plans. It will be difficult if we are buried. We can't declare a decree to the tomb."
"This is not a gift after all."
He looked very grateful, and Yan He was also very satisfied.
At this time, I entered Fucheng and arrived at the Yamen. The Yamen servants greeted me early and waited in sequence. As soon as the bullock cart stopped, someone came to pick up the curtains. Su Ziji pursed his lips and said: "Hurry up and arrange for the Imperial Envoy. Even now
Even if you are panicking, you are not allowed to show any signs of neglect."
He stood up and invited the two of them in, settling them one by one, and then said: "Shun'an Mansion still has a lot of things to do, please forgive me."
After leaving the house, he could still hear the cry of Mrs. Qi in the backyard. Su Ziji murmured: "If you want to raise a child but your parents are not here, how can you be more than just a parent and child?"
Suddenly, he missed Ye Buhui intensely.
Taoist temple
As the thunder dispersed and the sky cleared completely, Liu Zhan, who was sitting cross-legged in the side hall, suddenly opened his eyes and gasped fiercely.
When he finally recovered from his suffocation, he immediately looked at Zheng Yingci, who was sitting next to him in the same posture.
Different from him, the Zheng Yingci in front of him could vaguely see the ups and downs of his breathing, but he just sat there with his eyes closed, motionless, as if he had fallen deeply into concentration.
But Liu Zhan knew that he was afraid that he would never open his eyes again.
"Ying Ci?" Liu Zhan looked at this disciple and couldn't help but call out. Seeing no response, he smiled bitterly.
After escaping and ascending to heaven, Liu Zhan finally had time to regret and regret after thinking of the thrill and last resort.
This time, everything was as expected by Liu Zhan, but he did not expect that it would be reversed at the last moment. All previous efforts were wasted, and even he himself was almost completely left in a false world.
"Hey! If you are trapped there, you will never be able to escape!" Even a Taoist like Liu Zhan was afraid.
Just as he was sighing, Liu Zhan suddenly raised his head and looked towards the entrance: "Who?"
A set of footsteps came slowly from outside the palace and stopped a few steps away from Liu Zhan. Seeing Liu Zhan forcefully getting up, the man sighed: "Why are you here?"
Not wanting to lose face in front of the visitor, Liu Zhan snorted and said, "Is it you? Why are you here?"
Under the light of the lights swaying in the hall, the person who came in was dressed in simple Taoist robes and looked ordinary. Only those eyes were bright, as if they could see through people's hearts.
The person who came was none other than Hui Dao.
The Huidao branch was buried in the hands of the emperor in the previous generation and was unwilling to serve as an official for the court. Having a premonition that the Taoist sect was about to make a big move, they even took the Taoist boy and traveled around. They said they were traveling, but in fact they were running away.
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Now Liu Zhan appeared when he had just returned from the Dragon Palace. Liu Zhan didn't believe it if he just came here by chance.
However, Huidao smiled faintly: "I just came here to see you on a whim. It's been very unusual recently. The heavens have changed drastically. After all, you and I still have some connection. We were even the same sect hundreds of years ago. I can't see it anymore, but ignore it."
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If you can't ignore what you said, why can't you still come to help yourself?
Liu Zhan also did not believe that Hui Dao would suddenly break his consistent principles.
Moreover, Hui Dao mentioned the changes in the secrets in his words. Thinking of Hui Dao's words, Liu Zhan put his fist against his mouth and coughed twice. He looked at the other person and teased: "Didn't you say that there is no need to use the secret skills? Isn't that right?
Is that why you made an exception for me?"
This is just a joke and no one will take it seriously.
But his eyes fell on the young man sitting quietly cross-legged not far away. Liu Zhan hesitated for a moment, but finally asked: "Can Ying Ci be saved?"
Most of the Taoist spells he practices are focused on killing.
Tongshan Guan is good at heavenly secrets, but he also deals with souls. Although Liu Zhan is not too emotionally invested in Zheng Yingci, he will not let go of a dog after a long time, let alone a human being?
Liu Zhan was willing to give Zheng Yingci a try even if it took some trouble.
Huidao's eyes fell on Zheng Yingci, and he shook his head after a moment: "I can't help it, his soul is gone, and there is only an empty body. Unless the lonely ghost is reborn, otherwise this body will be in the best condition."
It’s just like this, living and dead.”
"And the living dead can't last long. In a year or so, they will gradually decline and die."
A lonely ghost has seized this body. Is this still Zheng Yingci?
The person I feel sorry for is Zheng Yingci, not me. So what's the use of resurrecting a body that has completely severed the relationship with Dragon Palace?
Liu Zhan was silent, looking at the mist under the eaves, the cold wind blowing from outside, a kind of dampness permeating the air, making the chill a little bit more depressing.
After a long time, Liu Zhan's face became more resolute, and his voice was neither loud nor soft: "It doesn't matter, monsters are the enemy of the human race. I have a clear conscience. If you want to succeed, someone must sacrifice. Today it is Zheng Yingci, and tomorrow it may be me."
Huidao sneered: "Maybe it will be you tomorrow? This sounds nice, but I don't know, after a hundred and a thousand Zheng Yingci died, will it be your turn as Liu Zhan, the true headmaster?"