Following the system of the former Wei Dynasty, there was generally no curfew in the capital, but it was already the fourth watch. The streets in the capital had long been quiet, and every household had turned off the lights.
The path in front of the house has become completely dark. If the clouds cover the moonlight, you can hardly see your fingers. When you walk past, it seems that you are separated into two worlds from the bright lantern in the distance.
At this time, it was also very difficult to hail an ox cart in the capital. The ox carts that crowded the streets at night had long been driven home by handlebars.
"Clang!"
"Heaven - stem - matter - dryness - small - heart - fire - candle -"
In the streets and alleys, watchmen carried lanterns and beat gongs with long sounds. They had just struck the gong once. The chirping of insects, which had been quiet for a moment, suddenly sounded again, and the pitch was high, making people listen.
I was so annoyed that there was a drunk who had just come out of the wine shop and was so annoyed by the sound that he cursed.
At this moment, a person ran toward the light from the end of an alley, and bumped into it with a "peng" sound.
"Are you in a hurry to report the funeral?" The drunk man staggered at the intersection, was hit, and almost fell, and couldn't help but curse.
Judging from his clothes, this man should be a servant of a wealthy family. He is about 20 years old, of medium build, not slow, but he can see that his forehead is covered with sweat.
The man didn't stop and ran away in an instant.
The drunk man spat and staggered forward again.
Little did he know that the person he had just bumped into had red eyes and a ferocious expression. He almost turned back and slashed the drunken man in the mouth, but he finally held back.
It was already early in the morning, and a gust of wind blew from nowhere, swaying the branches.
The feeling of stuffy heat has subsided a lot, but the sound of cicadas not far away is still coming one after another, and the sound of frogs coming from the puddles that disturbs sleep comes one after another.
In hot and bustling neighborhoods, especially brothels, you can still see lights, and the sound of strings and bamboos is not fashionable. You can also hear gentle singing, and the sound of the separated buildings is so thin that it seems to be non-existent, and the sound is continuous.
Some people who couldn't sleep sat in wine shops or teahouses, drinking wine and tea, chatting with others, and spent this unbearable summer night.
When this servant passed by in a hurry, he aroused some curious comments. Being in a hurry on the road in the early morning was nothing more than an emergency.
The servant ignored the increasingly lively street scene and ignored the glances coming at him. He ran straight forward and turned into a street. This place was cleaner than the previous streets. In addition to the night stalls, the street also had high-rise buildings beside the stalls.
Beyond the mansion within the wall is the Prince Dai's Mansion.
The servant took three steps and turned into two steps, almost running to get to the door of Prince Dai's palace. He rushed forward and called the door.
"Come here, come here, I want to see the king!"
"call."
In the bedroom in the main courtyard of Prince Dai's Mansion, on the big bed with the mosquito net hanging down, a man sat up, panting and looking around as if he had woken up from a nightmare.
It was midsummer, and Su Ziji felt sweat on his back, so he went to touch the person next to him.
A thin layer of silk quilt was covered on the woman lying on her side. Although it was a summer night, ice was placed in the corner of the room and the room was remodeled to allow the wind to pass through better. It was very cool, so she slept deeply.
It's fragrant, and there's a slight blush on her white and tender face.
Under Su Ziji's gaze, Ye Buhui felt nothing. His breathing rose and fell gently, making Su Ziji look more and more fascinated.
No one could see that underneath Su Ziji's calm face was a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it was just a nightmare!
He stared at Buhui. At this moment, she was still beside him. She had not been snatched away or killed. This gave Su Ziji, who had just woken up from the nightmare, some comfort.
But thinking about what happened in the dream, Su Ziji's face darkened again.
After waking up, he couldn't fall back asleep. Su Ziji simply stopped sleeping and got up quietly. When he saw the maid sleeping outside, he couldn't help but smile without waking up. He walked out and stood at the door, looking up at the sky and looking at the stars.
It was a clear night. The sky was dotted with stars of different brightness. The whole palace was quiet. You could see the wall from a distance, but there seemed to be some movement in the kitchen.
Standing under the eaves, looking at the night view not far away, I pondered.
"If Bu Regret has an accident again, how can we keep Bu Regret?" Su Ziji asked himself softly.
No matter who has made a lot of efforts, only to find that in the new prophetic dream, the outcome of his wife and children has not changed, it will be difficult for him to feel better.
"I have done some things to try to change my destiny, but I don't regret that something happened in my dream." Su Ziji thought carefully: "In the final analysis, I am still too passive."
"The problem now is either to solve the problem of the emperor, or to solve the root cause of the trouble." Su Ziji suddenly had murderous intent.
It can be said that after several twists and turns, even if there is still a little affection, it is gone.
But Su Ziji stared at the sound of people not far away for a long time, and finally looked up at the sky and sighed.
"Currently, it is unrealistic to get rid of the emperor. If we want to save Bu Regret and save his wife and children, we must solve the root cause of the disaster."
"Buhui's biggest problem is the inspiration to enter the Tao. If you want to keep her, you have to solve this problem. But how to solve it?"
"Abandoning the inspiration? It would be a pity to abolish it. Many people will never get this opportunity in their lifetime, and their life span will be shortened because of it. In addition, there are children now. If you are not careful, you may kill two people. You can't be so messed up.
Fuck, you can’t do this.”
"Then we have to let her enter the Tao in advance and digest it. In this way, even if there is no magic weapon to cover it, even if it is exposed, it will be fine if she doesn't regret it."
"Then how to digest the idea in advance?" Su Ziji couldn't help but think, thinking of Zhou Yao's face.
After not seeing her for a while, her aura turned out to be unfathomable.
"Practice digestion? No, under normal circumstances, it is absolutely impossible. Zhou Yao cannot be a general rule. Besides, it is too late to practice now."
"In order to influence people who do not practice Taoism, there is actually an idea. Only Waidan, which can be taken by the emperor, can solve this problem."
"But I can't let others help me. I can only do this alchemy myself."
Although he used the two sects of Brahma and Taoism, who knew that Bu Hui's entry into Taoism was known to them, and would these people use this matter to surrender to the emperor?
Many of Su Ziji's previous plans were for ordinary things that could be discussed, but big things that could make the emperor live longer. Who knows whether the two factions of the Brahma and Taoism would take risks and use this matter to betray themselves?
Ye Buhui’s entry into Taoism must not be allowed to be known to others.
An emperor who would kill even his legitimate grandson-in-law and great-grandson in order to survive and live longer is too dangerous.
Su Ziji thought for a long time, lowered his eyes, and saw half a piece of red sandalwood.
"External Alchemy Level 11, 568/12000"
My own external elixir technique is only at level 11, which is not enough. Level 11 external elixir technique is not enough to refine the external elixir that works for Ye Buhui's ability to digest the Tao.
When it comes to refining elixirs, there is no chance of success, and even the slightest chance may turn good medicine into poison, so don’t be careless.
"Must be at least level 15!"
Level 15 is the beginning of the master level. Even if Ye Buhui has not practiced, he can still use it if he is pregnant. Thinking of this, Su Ziji suddenly said: "Here comes someone."