Because of Danyang, it was the place where Taizu Longxing flourished.
During the Dai Viet Dynasty, its political influence and status were extraordinary.
Therefore, although Danyang County has few people and barren land, the population barely exceeds a few thousand households. However, the Danyang Order has a high position of the fourth rank.
Moreover, because Danyang was the place where Taizu started his career, the administration was very harsh, with a bodyguard of five hundred soldiers guarding the county government anytime and anywhere.
West Street, Jingyang Lane!
Old houses are lined up next to each other, and a smell of antiquity lingers in the old houses.
Fang Shaojun, with a weathered face, was dressed in coarse cloth, carrying farm tools, and wearing a pair of worn-out straw sandals. He dragged his tired body into the dilapidated home.
Because today, his family is poor, with few companionships such as farmhouses. Although Fang Shaojun himself can be said to be a member of the same clan. But when he was 30 years old, he was unable to get married. He was still alone, without any worries or ties.
Word.
Fang Shaojun pushed open the door of his house and picked up a gourd with a gap next to the vat. He poured a ladle of water from the water vat, put it into the gap of the gourd, and took a big sip. The well water was ice-cold and dripped down the corner of Fang Shaojun's mouth.
"What a pleasure!!"
Fang Shaojun twisted it casually, and the rough clothes were stained with water.
Immediately, Fang Shaojun knitted his eyebrows and looked at the familiar face reflected in the water in the tank, shaking his head silently.
Today, Fang Shaojun looks like an old farmer in the fields, with a face that has gone through many changes. He has lost even a trace of his royal nobility.
He washed himself roughly to remove the dirt and sweat stains from his body.
Immediately, Fang Shaojun stood in the dilapidated courtyard, his arms slowly stretched, and he slowly moved the qi and blood meridians around his body.
After a day's work in the fields, he practiced Duan Jin again to clear up his muscles, bones, qi and blood. For Fang Shaojun, this was the rarest rest of the day.
This Duan Jin Kung Fu was personally selected by Emperor Taizu. It is a necessary skill for the disciples of the clan and is a real health-preserving Kung Fu.
Because of the ancestral teachings, the descendants of the Fang family have no objection to the internal martial arts, and many of their clan members practice it.
Therefore, even though Fang Shaojun was in an embarrassing situation, he was still extremely proficient in this brocade kung fu.
The night was getting dark, Fang Shaojun was lying on the bed, staring at the old roof beams, his eyes slightly dull, tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night, his expression contained worry.
"Alas, times are getting more difficult!"
As a member of the Dayue clan, he is also the direct grandson of the fifth generation of Emperor Taizong and the direct son and great-grandson of Emperor Gaozong. In terms of his noble status and honorable bloodline, if there had not been a major witchcraft case more than thirty years ago, today's Fang Shaojun could be said to be...
The legitimate prince and grandson, even the choice of the country's heir apparent.
It’s just that there are no ifs in things in this world!
As a majestic grandson of an emperor, Fang Shaojun can only survive like a commoner.
Fang Shaojun murmured: "I'm just a commoner, just a commoner. I won't lose my life. I'm far away from the whirlpool of Gyeonggi. I just don't know if the Prime Minister will be able to let go when he becomes the emperor."
Exceed us Miao descendants of the former dynasty."
Because in the past Emperor Gaozong, when he was about to die, offered a general amnesty to the whole world. He even included Fang Shaojun, the great-grandson of the violent prince, in the family genealogy, retaining Fang Shaojun's status as an imperial descendant.
In normal times, with the tiger skin of an imperial descendant, even if Fang Shaojun was demoted to Guizhou, he could make all the officials in the county dare not look down upon him.
However, to this day, the Prime Minister Huo Wen controls the government, abolishes the two and establishes the emperor. The prime minister's power has completely suppressed the imperial power, causing the Fang family's imperial power to completely decline.
Fang Shaojun's tiger skin was already riddled with holes and could no longer deter the wolves.
What's more, when it reaches Huo Wen's level, anyone who cares can see that Huo Wen has reached an embarrassing situation where he can only advance but cannot retreat.
If you advance, you will be ranked ninth and fifth. If you retreat, you will be in the abyss!
Once Huo Wen succeeds in usurping the throne and establishing a new dynasty, Fang Shaojun does not think that this minister who has conquered the throne and usurped the throne will really treat his relatives in the previous dynasty well.
A major purge is inevitable.
At that time, Fang Shaojun's status as the down-and-out emperor's grandson will be met with death.
Fang Shaojun smiled bitterly: "Well, it's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that can't be avoided!"
"There are so many feudal lords and nobles in front of me, and I guess it won't be my turn for a down-and-out person for a while."
With such a pitiful and lucky mentality, Fang Shaojun fell into a drowsy sleep.
In the confusion, Fang Shaojun slowly groped forward in the dark twilight.
Tread! Tread! Tread!!
From the darkness, the sound of horse hooves could be heard, gradually approaching.
The neighing servant was driving a carriage with fifteen black horses. These black horses had blue eyes. They were pulling a bronze carriage. As the wheels turned, sparks seemed to be shooting out. And the bronze carriage was spinning around.
There were dozens of knights, galloping on horseback, like thunder rolling from the sky.
At this moment, Fang Shaojun seemed to have forgotten the timidity in his chest. He just stared blankly at the line of carriages and horses, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart.
On the luxurious chariot, a black-robed man driving the chariot shook his whip and shouted loudly: "My lord, are you the heir of Emperor Taizu, the direct lineage of Emperor Taizu, and the grandson of the fifth emperor?"
Fang Shaojun was in a trance and confused, and said: "That's right, Shaojun!"
The black-robed man's eyes flickered, a faint white aura flashed, and he bowed respectfully and said: "I am driving in front of Taizu, and the Royal Gate Car Order Shangguan Rui! Today, according to Taizu's decree, I welcome His Highness the Emperor's grandson and travel to the underworld.
The Banquet of the World Emperor."
"Your Highness, please board the chariot and don't miss the auspicious occasion of the Emperor's banquet!"
"This" Fang Shaojun was hesitating, and suddenly the surrounding scenes were blurred, as if time was flowing backwards.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a luxurious car.
Among the chariots and carriages, one feels as if one is in a luxurious palace. Among the bronze cauldrons and axes, aged wines and delicacies are laid out one by one.
Shangguan Rui, the imperial chariot orderer, shook his whip and said: "Drive!!"
The whip cracked in the air, making deep and dark sounds with ripples.
A knight in black armor, his war horse hooves neighing lightly, stepped on the waves, gradually moving away.
Zhou Zai seemed to have turned back time. Fang Shaojun followed the window hinge and silently looked at the scene outside.
"Could this be the underworld?"
Various scenes passed before Fang Shaojun's eyes, and they were chaotic and chaotic.
It seemed like an instant, it seemed like days and nights, Fang Shaojun looked at the scene Zhou Za passed by, and even time and space gradually became blurred.
Colorful, alternating one by one, gradually, a ball of light slowly came into Fang Shaojun's eyes.
Fang Shaojun's spirit suddenly lifted, and his mind became concentrated. Although everything in front of him seems plausible, false and true. If you think about it carefully, it seems more like daydreams. But if there is a trace of truth, his situation in the future will be very different.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The imperial chariot commander drove the chariot and slowly fell into it.
Shangguan Rui said softly: "Your Highness, Longting has arrived!"
In the bronze chariot, Fang Shaojun looked slightly stunned, looking at Long Ting blankly, and murmured: "Long Ting!"
From where you enter, the ten thousand-foot-long city wall looks like a mountain, with a faint red air floating inside and outside the city wall.
A hundred-foot giant, wearing red armor, stood in front of the city gate, his whole body was like a flame, with clusters of white air burning.
The bronze chariot that fell in front of the Dragon Court was as big as a grain of rice compared to the ten thousand-foot-long city wall and the hundred-foot-long giant.
Fang Shaojun was among them and felt that he was as insignificant as the sand.
"Your Highness, this is my Great Yue Yin Court!"
Shangguan Rui stood aside and said with a sense of pride: "It's like the Taoist Cave Heaven and the Blessed Land, like the Buddhist Bliss Sumeru. The Yin Court is vast and boundless, and all within it are the subjects of my dynasty, famous ministers of a dynasty, or meritorious deeds of a generation.
The blood descendants of Fuze will last for hundreds of generations."
Seeing the confusion on Fang Shaojun's face, Shangguan Rui laughed and said: "Your Highness grew up among the people, he doesn't know how precious the blessed land of Longting is!"
"All living beings in the world suffer from seven days of suffering. Once their lifespan reaches this point, their souls have no place to rely on, and they drift away from the world in ignorance. After seven days, their souls disappear. However, the two schools of Buddhism and Taoism talk about spiritual practice and liberation, which should lead to the next life.
Talk about blessings. The so-called clay sculptures of Buddha are all the transformations of great practitioners in the Yang world who fell into the underworld and the Yin world when their life span was about to expire."
"Once the soul enters the blessed land and receives the blessing of the blessed land, it can escape the misfortune of seven days and have a ghost life of three hundred years. Among them, there are those who have practiced deeply and have a life span of more than a thousand years. They can be called ghosts and immortals.
Bit."
The Yin Court of Dayue is boundless, like a giant beast, lying in the underworld. It breathes out a lot of turbid breath, and is contaminated by the merits of the Yin Court, turning into wisps of gray breath, and gradually blending into the Yin Court of Dayue.
Shangguan Rui drove the bronze chariot and said with emotion: "Three hundred years of ghost life, in the Yang world, means that I have lived five lifetimes!"
When Fang Shaojun heard this, he nodded thoughtfully.
The palace doors opened slowly!
A square pure white jade wall is inlaid with palace walls, with unicorn golden lions sitting on the palace gate.
The golden warriors, holding swords at their waists, stood at the palace gate with a majestic look.
Shangguan Rui said respectfully and pointed in the direction of Ganquan Palace: "Your Highness, the Zulong Emperor's Palace has arrived. I am a junior minister and am not allowed to enter the palace without the emperor's decree."
"Minister, I can only send His Highness here! Immediately, palace attendants will come and go to guide His Highness into the palace."
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Fang Shaojun looked solemn and bowed slightly to Shangguan Rui.
After a while, a palace attendant slowly walked out of the palace door, bowed and said: "Your Highness, the Emperor's Grandson,"
"I am the left attendant of Ganquan. I am here to receive His Royal Highness the Imperial Grandson according to the emperor's order."
"His Royal Highness, please invite your attendants to come to the palace to pay homage!"
Shangguan Rui bent over and cupped his hands, bowed slightly to Ganquan's left attendant, and said: "The Royal Gate Carriage Order, Shangguan Rui, hereby submits the emperor's decree. I hope that your left attendant will judge."
Ganquan's left servant raised his hand slightly, and saw lines of red seal text floating in circles from Shangguan Rui. The words shone brightly, turning into a gold-volume alchemy book, and fell into the hands of Ganquan's left servant.
Ganquan's left servant said calmly: "Yes!"
The rules of the palace are complicated, especially the entry and exit rules.
Ganquan's left servant said softly: "His Royal Highness, among the eleven nobles, His Highness is the only one who can't bear to be absent. Please go to the emperor's banquet and don't let His Majesty Taizu wait for a long time."
Ganquan Palace,
Seven-fold dragon platform!
Xun Shaoyu stroked the case and silently watched the clan members in front of the stage.
He played with a Zun Bong Jue. Inside the sapphire bronze jue, there was a trace of red air and sparkling water floating on it.
Xun Shaoyu frowned and asked softly: "Your Majesty, haven't you arrived yet?"
This imperial banquet was carefully prepared by Xun Shaoyu, a banquet for the election of the emperor.
Although the powerful minister Huo Wen deposed the emperor, he still retained some dignity. He did not completely tear it off, which was the last fig leaf.
In just thirty years, the Huanghuang Dynasty changed its administration rapidly, changing emperors from five to six dynasties. The prestige of the central court was weakened like never before.
Today's Dai Viet is in urgent need of a new emperor who is tough and capable of being humble and humble.
Once he confronts Huo Wen, it will only make Huo Wen determined and the political situation will decline, leaving no room for recovery.
Therefore, the new emperor's character and skills became the key to whether Dai Viet could be reborn.
"We must first stabilize Huo Wen."
Xun Shaoyu closed his cold eyes slightly. The dangerous situation in the government was only one fuse away from detonating in an instant. Decades of experience in court had made him sensitive to some crises.
The common people in Guizhou only know the Huo family but not the Fang family for a long time!
Emperor Taizong Fang Wenge pursed his lips slightly, looked at the reserved clan disciples, and shook his head inconspicuously.
Fang Wenge was strong throughout his life, and because of his strong temper, he was gradually recognized by Xun Shaoyu and became Emperor Taizong of Dayue.
Fang Wenge, who had been strong all his life, looked at the shrinking expressions of the clan disciples, and felt a third part of his displeasure and a third part of his anger at them for not fighting.
"How can a mediocre person like me overthrow the powerful minister Huo Wen and revive the Great Viet Dynasty? If these clans become emperors, the Fang family's thousands of miles of empire may be wiped out in one day!"
Fang Wenge's mind was spinning, he looked at his royal father, and the corner of his mouth moved.
Compared with Fang Wenge, Xun Shaoyu is truly older and stronger, or he can also be said to be an old man in the world.
The twelve crowns swayed slightly, and Xun Shaoyu looked at the dragon aura inside the sapphire bronze knight with great interest.
I just don’t know who has such a great blessing, who can enjoy this noble dragon energy and achieve the great success of a generation of wise kings in the rejuvenation of Vietnam.
"But who is the author of Huo Wen? Although the Thirteen Earth Lords are superior, they all have their own demands, and they are not without desires and desires. So, is the theory of Yin Tianzi that has been passed down from ancient times that they have always been
What's the reason for the fight?"
The position of the Son of Yin Tian is the highest position in the underworld! The Lord of Earth is like a vassal king, so the Son of Yin Tian is the well-deserved orthodoxy of the Yin world.
Xun Shaoyu's eyes sparkled, he was an ordinary earthly king, he was just a pure red person, he could not reach a high level or a low level. In terms of his combat power and realm, he might not be as terrifying as a master from the main world.
However, if one steps into the position of Yin Tianzi, takes charge of the origin of a world, rests with the world, and reaches the Pseudo-Golden Imperial Level, the harvest will be extremely astonishing.
The pseudo-golden edict series is the binding force of this world's level. Once the world level jumps up, the so-called pseudo-golden edict will also become a real golden edict.
A true golden edict is comparable to an innate grandmaster or a great grandmaster.
"It seems that it is necessary to make some detailed plans in this world. The position of the Emperor of Netherland Yin is the biggest gain in the world of Dai Viet."
At this time, Ganquan's left servant slowly stepped into the majestic imperial palace: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness, the Emperor's Grandson, has arrived!" 11