Counting the one in the Holy Capital, there are now two palaces in Sibia. Different from the palaces and villas where the emperor stayed when he was out on tour, the palace in the city is larger and more important than the one in the Holy Capital. Therefore, in order
To distinguish the two palaces, when designing the city, Cohen gave this palace a name with an unclear meaning - Youshuang Palace.
Under questioning from insiders, the emperor declared with great righteousness that this was out of concern for the country and the people.
After entering the heavily guarded Chengguang Gate and walking past the solemn unloading platform, the main palace square of the palace appears in front of you. On the left is the planning hall where civil servants reside, and on the right is the sword-wiping hall where military generals are accommodated. The carved floor runs through it.
From the north to the south, it stretches forward until the end of the eye and then climbs up, connecting to the base of the jade platform that is ten arms high. Above that is the majestic main hall - Baohua Tower.
Baohua Building is the tallest building in Daicheng, with nine floors in total, far higher than the thirty-arm city wall. Standing on the top floor, you can clearly see the overall layout of Daicheng.
Needless to say during the day, even at night, the magic lights arranged along the streets and rivers shine brightly, outlining the magnificent outline of the city. At the same time, the lights in the residential courtyards also twinkle like stars,
The darkness that filled the city was dispersed one by one.
"The city area near the palace is where officials live, and further outside are smaller neighborhoods where civilians live. They are layer upon layer, guarding the palace, with roads crisscrossing and connecting all directions." Feilin leaned on the railing, with a blush of excitement on her face.
, asked the man beside him softly: "Although I have seen the design drawings countless times, I never imagined that a city could be so spectacular. You must be very satisfied, right?"
"It's quite unlucky. I had foreseen this beautiful scenery when I was designing, so it's not surprising at all. However, I'm very pleased to have been able to achieve this in a short period of time." Sibi
Emperor Ya came down from the railing, holding a big wine bottle in his hand: "Let's go, I will accompany you to the back mountain for a walk."
The back mountain that Cohen mentioned is the mountain outside the city wall. There is a bridge connected to the harem. So Felin did not agree with Cohen's suggestion, but instead persuaded: "It's so late, what are you going to do there? Only one of the back mountains has been repaired.
There’s nothing on the platform! Why don’t I accompany you to the garden of the harem?”
"Don't you want it? The harem was built late, and some places haven't even dried out the walls. If you go for a walk at night, be careful of catching a cold." Cohen dragged a blanket over Felin and continued to seduce: "If you go now,
It's just a good time to invite everyone together. Counting the time, they should have coaxed our little princess to sleep."
"That's fine. We haven't been together for a long time. Anyway, there's nothing going on these two days, so let's go together!" It was rare that Cohen was in high spirits, so Felin could only smile and let her maid push her away.
Not long after entering the harem, I met the three imperial concubines who came to "capture people" on Fanglin Road. They all laughed together and went directly to the Yinghong Bridge connecting the back mountains.
The name of this bridge is truly worthy of its name. The half-mile-long wooden bridge deck is covered with an elven-style roof. It is low at both ends and arched in the middle. It looks a bit slender, but it directly spans the city wall, connecting the harem and the outside of the city.
Connected as one.
If it hadn't been for Cohen's personal approval, the elves would not have taken on such a loss-making job. Because one of the key points in the design of this bridge is that it can self-destruct when attacked, so as to avoid being taken advantage of.
——Of course, after it is destroyed, the elves still have to send people to clean it up, and the high-quality materials for building the bridge have to be brought from the dark forest. If unlucky enough, the elves will not only have to work hard, but the elders may also
We still have to demolish our palace.
While talking and laughing, the back mountain platform was already close at hand. The part where Yinghong Bridge connects is at the bottom of the mountainside. If you want to go up to the platform, you have to continue to work your legs. But fortunately, the weather is good and the mood is good, so no one feels tired.
This is the only mountain in the basin. If it were placed elsewhere, it would definitely not be considered high. But compared with the nearby slopes, it looks extremely majestic.
Logically speaking, this pile of earth and rocks cannot speak or move, so there should be no chance of offending Emperor Sbia. But for some reason, Cohen insisted on cutting off its top and built a platform with an astonishing area on it.
.
"This platform is suitable for worshiping, but what should be sacrificed?" Wen Sili looked at the flat ground in front of her and was a little confused: "Cohen, you won't allocate this platform to the temple, right?"
"How can it be given out? In fact, I didn't think about what I would use this place for before, but with such a big mountain behind it, it would be a pity not to use it." Cohen roughly estimated the area of the platform in his mind: "Now
Well, it has a very clear purpose, but it needs to be modified - Winsly, how about you be the supervisor?"
"Okay." Wen Sili has not yet served as a formal project supervisor, so she is very interested: "How to transform it?"
"To put it simply, dig a big hole in the middle, the deeper the better." Cohen smiled, with a rather mysterious expression: "Isn't this transformation very strange? But you have to think of a suitable reason to cover up this strangeness.
, whether the reason is absurd or funny... Also, I will never tell you the real purpose, and it is useless for you to ask."
"Okay, I won't ask. Isn't it easy to find a reason? Let's just say that our emperor has reached the pinnacle of emperors and wants to build an immortal statue for himself... because the material for carving the statue has not been found yet, so
Let's dig the foundation first." Seeing that no one else objected, Wen Sili smiled slightly: "But if I serve as the supervisor, the political affairs that I was originally responsible for will be shared among everyone, so everyone has a share in this matter.
So, Cohen, how are you going to thank us?"
"Let me think about it." The feeling of being blackmailed by Wen Sili made Cohen very friendly, but at the cost... He scratched his head in embarrassment: "Well, isn't there a Qingxin Pond in the harem? I'll go and get it there.
I’ll remodel it and give it to you as a thank you!”
"Cunning!" Unexpectedly, this sentence attracted unanimous opposition from the four people: "Qingxin Pond is ours!"
"Okay, okay, Qingxin Pond is yours, so what about Jubo Pavilion? I will plant various beautiful woods next to Jubo Pavilion for you to relax. How wonderful, when the sun is shining, everyone
You can lie on the grass and read a book..."
"Hit him!" Someone started to roll up their sleeves: "How dare you rob our little princess's bathroom!"
"Hey, hey, hey, I didn't know that you had already carved up the harem. I can't help it...it doesn't cost me money, it costs me my life..."
"You are a total scoundrel. You just want to find a place in the harem to deal with us... It's too irritating. Don't hide! We only want half of your life..."
"Report to His Majesty the Emperor! A top-secret urgent message forwarded by the Ministry of Interior of the Holy City!" The secretary was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the wax-sealed document in both hands, sweating profusely. These beads of sweat were not only due to the fatigue of running all the way, but also more
What happened was that he accidentally bumped into the emperor and was frightened by the imperial concubine's flirting... The pessimistic young man was already thinking in his heart that tomorrow... no! It was the bizarre incident that he would suffer tonight.
"Bring it here." Cohen straightened his clothes, took the document from the clerk's hand, removed the wax seal, opened it and looked at it. There was a bit of surprise on his face, and then he handed the document to Feilin, frowned, and looked at the sky with his hands behind his back.
, think about it carefully.
"What's wrong?"
At this time, documents of this level should not be sent from the Holy City. Something major must have happened that the Holy City cannot decide. The three imperial concubines walked to Feilin and asked with concern.
"It is the God of Light who wants to issue an order to us. This is an unofficial notice before." After reading the document, Feilin passed the document to the other three concubines. She looked at Cohen and said: "It is now the time when the empire is expelling the priests of the Temple of Light.
, choose this moment to issue an order, what does the little princess of the Gods want to do to us?"
"Judging from the words on it, I'm afraid it's not a good thing..." Cohen shook his head: "It's really strange, since Sibia has expelled the temple priests, why did the little princess send a priest to convey the order?
?Aren't you afraid that I will fall out? No, they didn't directly object to this matter when we met last time..."
"Perhaps this is the Light God Clan showing its support for the temple. After all, apart from Sibia, the temple also exists in other empires." Feilin guessed: "The specific punishment is not mentioned...
"
"Mostly it's a reprimand." Dill shook the document in his hand: "Everyone, think about it, Sibiya expelled the temple priests, the Gods will definitely want to regain their face, right? However, Cohen made it very clear during the last meeting.
Well, even the time for the return of the Temple of Light has been set...so, I think it will probably be a painless reprimand."
"Not necessarily. If it's a reprimand, at least find someone who dares to reprimand Cohen, like me..." Kelly snorted first, then shook her head: "The priest's words will definitely not work, at least
He must also be a member of the God Clan!"
Kelly's words failed to resolve the atmosphere. Wensley looked at Cohen worriedly: "No matter what, things will not be that simple. No matter how good our reasons are for expelling the priests, the Light God Clan will not show weakness. Cohen, you
Be careful."
"I said, what's wrong with everyone? Why are you so timid all of a sudden?" Cohen laughed: "Didn't we already be mentally prepared before we decided to expel the priests? What else is there to worry about at this time?
Don’t worry, soldiers will stop you and water will cover you, but I want to see why this priest is digging for food in my bowl!”
"Yes, judging from the schedule, the messenger conveying the order will be here soon." Feilin smiled: "Speaking of which, this priest can be regarded as our guest, right? He has come all the way,
Cohen, you can’t bully someone who is alone!”
"Don't worry! I will leave him a good leg and let him walk back and cry!" Cohen gave a high-five and suddenly remembered something important: "But speaking of it, Felin, that magic circle..."
"It's been done a long time ago." Feilin nodded, looking cautious: "It was built exactly according to the drawings."
"That's good, come on, grandpa is waiting for you." Cohen exhaled, ran a few steps, threw the wine bottle in his hand into the distance, and laughed twice into the vast night sky: "Everyone can come.
!”
In the next few days, Cohen and several imperial concubines stepped into their roles and began to deal with the backlog of political affairs. Compared with before, there were relatively few things in these two days. After all, the provinces under the direct jurisdiction of Daicheng are not
Not too much, so Cohen and the princesses can still have time to hold a barbecue banquet or something.
After the last incident, the old-school officials in the empire became much quieter. News from various channels showed that there were no changes in the officials who stayed in the Holy City. Government affairs were being handed over as planned, and all ministries were smoothly reduced to local ones.
Department-level institutions. It is conceivable that as the Holy City gradually transfers government affairs, the burden on the palace in the city will become heavier and heavier.
Fortunately, a series of adjustments have been made before, and several batches of officials who graduated from the academy just returned from overseas training and can finally be put to use. The number of secretaries and clerks in the general office of the emperor and the empress is finally full, which is not easy.
, worthy of joy.
The new internal affairs officials in Sibia generally have to go through several stages: after graduating from the academy, they are sent to the lowest-level internal affairs department as ordinary staff. They are usually promoted within three months, and after half a year they are taken back to various ministries to serve as ordinary staff.
Employees will be sent to serve in various municipal interior affairs departments after three months to half a year. The outstanding ones will be taken back by various ministries after half a year for centralized training... Then among these people, there are one percent or less.
People are selected by the palace to become the attendants of the emperor or the imperial concubine.
For these outstanding young people, the emperor and the four imperial concubines are the highest-level mentors in the empire. In the current empire, the chief interior officers of all important cities must have graduated from these five mentors. Moreover,
The emperor personally taught not only civil servants, but also a group of military generals - the symbol of their graduation was the black cloak behind them.
Therefore, these "students" who follow Cohen have either experienced hardships in all directions or have died several times. They can be considered well-informed and not surprised by changes, right?
But today, they were still frightened - and their mentor was frightened.
It's unfair to say that when the representative of the Guangming God Clan, that is, the candidate Cardinal Priest, entered the Baohua Tower Hall, everyone was still normal. To this young temple priest, his face was sacred and inviolable.
His facial expression was at best a sidelong glance and a slight "hum" from his nose.
The young priest has a fit figure and knows how to dress well. He has no other decorations except a white tunic, but he shows a unique kind of handsomeness and elegance. His facial features are clear and his face is solemn. He holds the oracle high with his left hand.
It seems that he is not angry and proud.
Under the guidance of his momentum, the assistant who came with him shouted: "Is this the Emperor of the Sibia Empire, Cohen Keda?"
Cohen was leaning on the throne, with a slight smile on his face, his eyes half-closed, and he didn't pay attention. He seemed to have made up his mind to let the priest drink a bowl of cold soup.
The young priest raised his right hand and waved it slightly: "Go down, and I will convey the oracle to Emperor Sibia."
What is this? A rabbit looking for death coming from the lion's mouth? Cohen glanced at the priest, and couldn't help but feel a little curious about this dispensable messenger.
"Emperor Sibia, Cohen Keda..."
After the assistant disappeared outside the door, the young priest took two steps forward. His actions naturally attracted the hostile eyes of the guards, but the guards holding sabers could not even dream of guessing what the priest was going to do next -
-The priest threw away the oracle scroll, knelt down with a "plop", crawled to the throne on hands and feet, and shouted heartbreakingly: "Master - I miss you so much!"
"Damn!" Cohen's body shook and he almost dropped the cup in his hand: "What kind of monster!"
Even the wise and mighty Emperor was frightened, not to mention others. The scribes who recorded the conversation almost scrapped a piece of paper at the same time, and a few even broke the tip of their pen. The military commanders and students were also similar, but their panic expression was quite different.
Astonishingly consistent, that is to pounce on this monster priest and control it - to put it in popular terms, it means to pin him down!
"Shuhu...the name of the wine..." A vague shout came from under the physical pyramid: "Wine, wine, oh..."
"Get up." Cohen's curiosity was completely aroused. He walked over and said, "Do you want to kill people and silence them?"
A dozen tall and thick men got up, leaving behind a "dying" body. The young priest was lying on the carpet in a "big" shape, with long hair scattered, hands and feet twitching, and the white robe was full of footprints, almost turning into a rag.
"Hey, I saw you didn't rape him. How did you become such a bad person? Which bastard did it?" Cohen couldn't laugh or cry. He took a sword and poked the priest's head with the scabbard: "Hurry up.
Go dig a hole! Remember, you have to chop it into pieces when you bury it, so no one can catch you..."
"Shuhu..." The fantasy creature on the ground hugged Cohen's scabbard: "Oh Hai Huizhe..."
"Fuck me!" Cohen stepped on the priest's face, then turned his head and roared: "I told you bastards to exercise well, but now you come up with something that will kill you, and I have to pay for the medical expenses!
"
A group of warriors lowered their heads in shame. Someone mustered up the courage to ask: "How to deal with the aftermath?"
"Well, now you go dress up as a scarecrow and use a sledge to knock the one outside unconscious... Put this thing here, and when he wakes up, use the sledge to knock him out again... Then you will insist that they fainted on their own.
, How can there be a scarecrow in the palace hall that beats people with a sledge?" Cohen explained: "Then just call a veterinarian to treat them, and that's almost it."
"Shuhu... easy to handle..." A voice came from the bottom of Cohen's feet: "Oh, there is a bloody song..."
"Which language?" Cohen frowned: "Is it a password?"
"Isn't it?" Someone came over and said, "It seems to be saying, 'Master, good method, I have learned another skill'."
"Really?" Cohen raised his feet: "Hel him up and let me study it."
"Where did this monster come from?" A five-colored face was fixed in front of Cohen with iron-like hands. Cohen observed it carefully, but still couldn't remember any connection with him.
However, the priest seemed to be smarter this time. He pretended to be weak and teetering on the edge of his feet. In fact, he was delaying time to accumulate energy. Then, he took a deep breath, and his chest stood up high because of the depth of this breath.
Open your mouth again - the words are choked with sobs, and the saliva and tears fly together.
"Master Wan'an, I am a priest of the Temple of Light. Many years ago, the master went to Paradise Island with His Majesty Creamer Shamei to receive the title of God's Blessed Knight. I was the little priest who served the master in bathing at that time. The master saw that I was kind, simple, and intelligent, so he taught me how to be a knight.
The way of an official... I have been adhering to the master's teachings for so many years, and finally I have been promoted step by step, and now I am an alternate cardinal priest... Master, I miss you so much!"
"Let go of your hands, stand up straight!" Cohen stayed away. Then he took off a piece of clothing from someone else and threw it on the priest's head. After touching his chin and observing for a while, he suddenly realized: "It turns out this is really the clothes hanger.