The Mirage City, the capital of the Daquan Dynasty, was clear in the morning, after the rain, the willows were swaying, the clear scenery was in the New Year, and the green and yellow were only half even. The poets knew the scenery at this time and the people could not speak, but they could see it clearly. Three carriages slowly stopped in a street west of the capital, and a group of men and women got off the carriage one after another. Next to it was a pond with a quiet lotus pond. A slender woman in brocade clothes did not rush to go to the destination, but walked towards the waterside. She stretched out her snow-white palm and held the cool bluestone railing. The rain passed the jasper sky, and the water floated and reunited leaves.

This woman is more charming than the beautiful scenery.

She bent her fingers, wiped her palms, twisted her wrists casually, and turned her head to look at them. They did not disturb their viewing, but just stood patiently at the streets and alleys. Among them was a man with a straight sleeve hanging down, and there was a woman with a seemingly gentle temperament standing beside her. She smiled and couldn't help but make her feel like she was still trying to be the old man. The men and women of the Yao family's generation are no longer young now, and the only one who has no place is this prefect of the capital. She just saved her life on the battlefield and ended up being a lame and missing a piece of arms. She has been suspected of giving up over the years. Of course, her brother's vision is indeed high. He naturally looked down on some powerful women who were tempted by the tyranny and powerful, who came to his identity and title.

This group of people is Yao Jinzhi, the Queen of Daquan. Yao Xianzhi, the prefect of the capital. The female cultivator standing beside him, Liu Yi, nicknamed Yuanyang, and the name is "Yifu". Liu Yi is now a third-class worshipper of the Daquan Dynasty. Not long ago, the court issued a transfer order and transferred her to the Office of the Mirage Prefecture Ordinance to serve as Yao Xianzhi's personal entourage. Of course, this was the Emperor's disposal to make a fuss for personal gain, but Liu Yi did not refuse.

The new national teacher Han Guanghu, a native of Jinjiazhou. The chief royal family worshipped Liu Zong, from Ouhua Blessing Land. The young man was simple and his Taoist name was Yue Renge. He was born in Baopingzhou and had a magic knife "Mingquan" under his armpit. There was also a woman whose eyes could not cover the crow's feet. Yao Lingzhi, the sister of the Empress Daquan, and the sister of the prefect of the capital. Since losing that "Mingquan", he has completely calmed down and no longer deals with various Jianghu people and Green Forest Heroes.

Yao Jinzhi was going to a small Taoist temple and saw a former prince of the dynasty who should have called her sister-in-law, Liu Mao, and the Taoist of Longzhou who is now on the golden and jade genealogy of the Ministry of Rites.

The Taoist temple is called Huanghua Temple, which is located at the westmost point of Mirage City.

Yao Jinzhi walked towards the streets, raised his hands, and sniffed. Yao Lingzhi threw a look at his younger brother, indicating that he should not be stunned and walked in front and led the way for His Majesty.

The Daquan Dynasty has always admired Taoism, and there are many Taoist temples in the capital. Huanghua Temple is a small Taoist temple with a long history.

Not long after the founding of Daquan, Emperor Taizong used his blessing to build a Taoist temple to worship the three officials who were respected in the Taoist genealogy.

A slightly larger carriage is difficult to pass through the winding and narrow alleys.

Yao Lingzhi accompanied His Majesty the Emperor in the dimly lit alley and said softly: "Your Majesty, there are people from the Lishui Supervisor and the Lishui Department's Office to inform Huanghuaguan Liu Mao to prepare for the pickup today, but it was originally asked to be there for him, so we are one hour ahead of time now, and I don't know where Liu Mao..."

Yao Jinzhi smiled and said, "There are only three people in the Huanghua Temple, and the permanent Taoist master, so how can Liu Mao take him? They are all casual."

In fact, Liu Mao, the owner of the Taoist name "Longzhou", waited at the door early in the morning, changed into a clean Taoist robe, held the whisk, stacked his hands on his abdomen, closed his eyes to rest.

There were two children who were reluctant to accompany Master Guan. They got up early, rubbed their eyes and yawned, and were confused. The master didn't say who they wanted to greet. They had been waiting for half an hour, which was really tiring.

Not long ago, Liu Mao said that he was preparing to form a pill and hoped that the court could help arrange a temple.

There are two majestic and majestic painted statues of Lingguan posted on the gate of the Taoist temple, who are tall and tall.

Under the "recommendation" of Mr. Zeng, the sword-maker, Han Guanghu, who served as the National Master of Daquan in the spring of this year, smiled and said, "Your Majesty, Liu Mao's qualifications for practicing Taoism are not bad. He will have the opportunity to form pills in his forties."

As long as it is not compared with those unreasonable young monks, if the third prince of the Daquan dynasty can really make golden elixirs in his forties, he will be able to bear the saying of "genius".

Now it depends on Your Majesty’s idea. Is it planning to let the Taoist of Longzhou jump into the Dragon Gate, or to keep the third prince Liu Mao in the Dragon Gate realm in his life to cultivate.

Perhaps this answer needs to be waited until Your Majesty met with the "brother-in-law" of the past, or it may be that Your Majesty had already made a conclusion in his mind that today's "staying in" Huanghua Temple is just a formality.

It is said that in Huanghuaguan, Liu Mao would give the green poems and green seals written by himself, handwritten by the three officials and festival talismans, and take the initiative to invite people to the palace. His Majesty would also give them to some old civil and military officials who were still working in the court. In fact, the meaning is very simple. Liu Mao took this opportunity to help the emperor prove it. Liu Mao, the son of the late Liu emperor of Daquan, was still alive. His Majesty was grateful and Liu Mao was so grateful that he devoted himself to practicing Taoism and was willing to do his best for the new dynasty of Yao.

Before she knew it, Yao Lingzhi changed her position with the Korean Master. She walked together with her master Liu Zong and the young man Jian Ming at the end of the alley.

Yao Xianyi, who was walking in front, limped, slowed down, turned his head and smiled, "National Master, Liu Mao is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He was cunning since he was a child, good at calculating and winning people's hearts. If he hadn't been to become a Taoist priest, I would not have been the prefect of the capital, and my sister's affairs in the world would have been taken care of together. This guy's talent is indeed good. For example, the "The Great Book of the Twelve Years of Yuanzhen" compiled by the previous dynasty, which had more than 400 volumes of large works, is actually Liu Mao who is really responsible for outlining the outline and leading the president."

"I have been staring at him a few years ago, and I am quite honest. Liu Mao is also a master of proficiency. There are many math books on the bookshelf. I always read the heavenly books. However, I think Liu Mao may have some ideas at the beginning, but now he is not doing it. He really plans to practice Taoism with peace of mind and peace of mind. Last time I came here, I even said some heart-to-heart words to me. Of course, the words are a bit ugly. Anyway, Liu Mao likes to talk to those who he despises from the bottom of his heart since he was a child, and he deliberately speaks sarcasticly."

Yao Lingzhi carefully glanced at the Emperor's face, and could not see anything. He speeded up and stretched out his hand to twist the ribs of the younger brother, reminding him not to talk nonsense about Liu Mao.

Yao Xianzhi hesitated for a moment, but still did not say what he really thought. Mr. Chen said that Liu Mao was really discouraged. As long as it was properly operated, maybe the Daquan Dynasty could have an additional Yuanying offering to help extend the country's fortune within the next hundred years. It is precisely because of Mr. Chen's judgment that Yao Xianzhi dared to say this today. Otherwise, would he really think he was a wine bag?

Yao Jinzhi smiled, not saying anything.

Yao Xianzhi whispered: "It's here."

Turning into a corner of an alley, where Huanghua Temple was over, Liu Mao calmed down, held the whisk in his hand, and walked to the center of the alley. When His Majesty the Emperor and his group approached, Liu Mao bowed to the Taoist gate, "Liu Mao, the abbot of Huanghua Temple, pay homage to His Majesty the Emperor."

Liu Mao stood up and bowed again, "Liu Mao met the national magistrate and the prefect."

Yao Jinzhi smiled and said, "No need to be polite. Liu Mao, it seems that we haven't met for many years?"

Compared to the ambitious and rude eldest prince, Yao Jinzhi actually did not have much personal grudge against Liu Mao.

The two Taoist boys in the Taoist temple were stunned on the spot, their minds were filled with mud, and they forgot all etiquettes, not to mention that they knew etiquettes, and the master had never taught them on weekdays.

Fortunately, the emperor seemed to be not angry. Instead, Yao Xianzhi reached out and pressed the little Taoist boy's head and joked: "Why aren't you too naughty? What about the usual sturdyness?"

Liu Mao's expression became more and more respectful. He no longer bowed his head with the Taoist sect, but bowed down with his ministers, and said softly: "Your Majesty, it's more than ten years since he left the last time, and it's as fast as a flash of fingers."

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Han Guanghu looked at this spectator. As a remnant of the previous dynasty, Liu Mao was able to survive until today under the eyes of His Majesty. It was indeed not without reason.

After entering the Taoist temple, Yao Lingzhi proposed to go to the main hall of the Taoist temple to worship. Everyone saw the only one in the view of the people. Because it was built by the royal family, the Taoist temple was small, but the specifications were not low. The food hall was deep, wide and solemn, with a slightly dark light. The warm pavilion was only three feet away from the hall. The two were covered with yellow dragon curtains, and a luxurious lichen was laid, two ancient chairs were placed, and the bed was made of a ball of dragon and yellow brocade, and the front dragon was weaved with peacock feathers. However, the sacrifices on the divine platform were simple, with only three pieces of meat and several grains of millet in the gui. The ritual vessels were rough and simple, mostly vermilion wood.

Liu Mao immediately took a incense tube, and when His Majesty the Emperor picked out three incense sticks, everyone walked gently and left the hall.

His Majesty the Emperor respected the incense and did not immediately walk out of the hall. Instead, he pushed open the yellow curtain and went to the warm room to look for a while.

In fact, Liu Mao's lineage, in the royal family of Liu's family in the Daquan period, did not belong to the descendants of Emperor Gaozu, but to the descendants of Emperor Taizong.

Therefore, Yao Jinzhi intended to place Liu Mao in this Taoist temple built by Emperor Taizong, and it cannot be said that she had no intention.

Yao Jinzhi stepped out of the threshold and did not go to the more spacious living room. Instead, he said he would go to Liu Mao’s study room to sit. There were many people and the room was small, especially the study room with two chairs, and it was obvious that he was a brand new carpenter.

Liu Mao was always expressionless.

Before practicing Taoism, the prince was the prince. The hall was full of luxurious and the cups were mixed. The imperial red candle was as thick as the arms, and the night was as white as the day. The master also felt that it was not lively enough.

After practicing Taoism, the two of them felt noisy when they were together.

Han Guanghu's eyes were sharp, and he caught a simple small character on the wall of the study, copied from the Taoist classic "Huangting Jing", and then read it

, it was done in one go, and it was natural. But if you look closely, there were two kinds of characters, the sixteen characters at the end, which were "dividing the way and dispersing the body, transforming into shapes at will, replenishing the real person, and the heaven and earth are born together."

After the old man put his hands on his back, he looked carefully for a while and whispered: "The latecomers come from behind."

Yao Xianzhi was overjoyed, so he moved a chair and planned to ask His Majesty to sit down, but Yao Jinzhi asked him to sit down. The prefect was not polite. After sitting down, he gently clenched his fists and beat his legs. When it was rainy and snowy weather, this old leg rebelled. After years of maintenance, it had actually improved a lot. When he was the uncle a few years ago, it was called suffering. When Mr. Chen gave him two Yuhua pills carefully refined from Qingjing Mountain Qinghu Palace, Yao Xianzhi took one, and the effect was excellent, which was simply an immediate effect. Mr. Chen once joked that the young man had strong firepower and his butt could be used to make pancakes.

His Majesty the Emperor wandered around his eyes. The two chicken-distance pens in the pen holder must be special brushes that Liu Mao used to copy scriptures.

In fact, Yao Jinzhi knew exactly where this yellow flower view, especially every pen, every book, and even where it was placed in this study.

For example, the two chicken-distance pens in the pen holder with "clear, quiet and pure" engraved. In fact, this was deliberately left to Liu Mao with the "Sky Signs and Stars" that belonged to the banned book of the imperial court when the house was "travelled".

She kindly advised this young master of Huanghua Temple to have a "clear" heart that fits with him.

When practicing Taoism, you have nothing to do when you have nothing to do, and you can also read books like "The Map of the Astronomy and Stars".

Since you are a practitioner of Taoism, look up at the sky more often, and don’t focus on the matter on the ground.

As for whether Liu Mao could understand it, Yao Jinzhi didn't care at all. Anyway, the Taoist of Longzhou in Huanghuaguan would end up doing whatever he did if he did a bad job.

Could it be that she, the emperor who has let his life go, would be generous and kind to him again and again?

Yao Jinzhi moved to the bookshelf, pulled out the forbidden book, and instantly narrowed her eyes. She quickly flipped through it. In the slightly crowded but silent room, only the pages of the book clattered.

The title and last page of the book are stamped with two seals side by side, "Infinite Thinking" and "Step Back" and "Seeing to Think" and "Knowing the Failures".

Yao Jinzhi casually put the book back to his original position, turned around, stretched out his hand to the guerrilla robe, pressed it twice, with gentle eyes, and signaled Liu Mao to sit on the last chair.

Liu Mao hesitated for a moment, and saw that Yao Jinzhi's expression was still the same, Liu Mao had to sit down and nourish his body and energy. The soft and weak woman in front of him was indeed very majestic.

The young man Jian Ming wrapped his arms around his chest and leaned against the door. It was strange that he originally wanted to return the treasure under his armpit to the Yao family of Daquan, but the emperor, who was so beautiful, did not take it back. Instead, he gave it to himself casually. In exchange, Jian Ming served as the third-class worshiper recorded by the Ministry of Justice of the Court. He would participate in the mountain search of several vassal states in the future and be promoted according to his merits. Perhaps because of the relationship between Old Man Han as the National Master of Daquan, Jian Ming could give up his tribute at any time and anywhere and leave the Daquan Dynasty.

Yao Jinzhi walked to the desk, stretched out his fingers, gently knocked on the pen holder, and smiled and said, "Master Liu Guan, do you know that our Daquan Construction Office has a new study department now, among which there are craftsmen who specialize in making this chicken-distance pen. The factory site is located at the Lotus Bridge not far from Huanghuaguan. Next to the Baoquan Bureau of the Ministry of Revenue and the Cangchang Office, it will be sold far away from the north and south of the continent. I don't know what the next sales will be. I have seen several official styles submitted by the Ministry of Works earlier, but I was not satisfied with it after seeing it. I always felt that it was a bit bad."

The chicken-gear pens of the Daquan Dynasty were most suitable for writing small regular script, and were famous throughout the continent. The high-ranking officials and literati and scholars from all over the world once liked to buy some chicken-gear pens, which were produced in Yunku Fudi, as a poem to sing and lyrics for letters.

This transaction was a joint effort between the Daquan Works Department and the Qingping Sword Sect, but it used the other party’s subsequent suggestion to change the “official system” to “imperial system”.

The price will double by quadruple.

As one of the allies to dig Dadu, the Yugui Sect in the south promised to book 30,000 chicken-distance pens from the Daquan Dynasty, including the entire Yuncao Blessing Land and several immortal ferries including Bicheng Dust.

Liu Mao said carefully: "Your Majesty, I wonder how the price of this chicken distance pen is?"

Yao Jinzhi smiled and said, "A Imperial Chicken Pier, a snowflake money. On the Yuguizong Shenzhao Peak, we have already booked 30,000 pens with us. The amount of the deposit alone is not small, so I am so embarrassed. I can't let the study department of the Bureau of the Construction Office randomly tinker with some poor-standard chicken-game pens to fool Yuguizong. This matter can be big or small. If Shenzhao Peak really needs to be investigated, it is not a matter of refunding the money."

Liu Mao was speechless for a moment. Are you robbing money?

In the past, there were many types of Daquan chicken and dice pens. If Liu Mao remembered correctly, he would put aside the private customizations and exhaust the luxurious chicken and dice pens, and only talk about the ones sold in batches on the market. Among them, the best craftsmanship and the highest price were only a dozen taels of silver.

Imperial manufacturing? Looking at the territory of a continent, which imperial court office can produce 30,000 brushes in one breath?

Yao Jinzhi seemed to be in a good mood when he saw Taoist Longzhou who was eager to speak but stopped. She pulled out a chicken-distance pen from the pen holder, flipped it around a few times, looked at the inscription, which was "Mingjing". She raised her gaze slightly and glanced at Liu Mao who was always sitting upright. The chicken-distance pen was thrown back into the pen holder by her, and said, "When you come out of seclusion, if you can successfully form a pill, don't practice too purely. You might as well stabilize your realm and cultivate your mind in the world. According to your mountain, getting involved in the world is also a practice. For example, the court is about to issue new money. Since Huanghuaguan is so close to the Baoquan Bureau and the Study Office, you can go for a walk more. Looking back, I will give you a suitable official status in the Ministry of Justice. Don't worry, it must be a noble and idle job."

Liu Mao quickly stood up and bowed to His Majesty the Emperor to thank him, "I received the order and thanked Your Majesty for your grace."

Yao Jinzhi smiled and said, "Then I wish Master Liu Guan a success in the elixir, the candidate for protecting the gates, and the Yaofu Gonggong will help you determine the results within three days at the latest."

Liu Mao turned slightly and thanked the prefect.

Yao Xian didn't get angry, so we got along in private, why didn't we see you so polite?

Yao Jinzhi took the lead in walking out of the house.

Yao Lingzhi left a gift on the table.

After Liu Mao sent his group out of the Taoist temple gate, he gently pulled Yao Xianzhi's sleeve.

Yao Xianzhi stopped, lowered his voice, and said in confusion: "Is there anything wrong?"

Liu Mao asked softly: "Mr. The prefectural minister has privately kept banned books in the Taoist temple, which is inconsistent with the court's etiquette. Can you plead with Your Majesty to order someone to bring back this book "The Map of the Astronomy and Stars" and hand it over to the library."

Yao Xianzhi laughed and scolded, but still agreed, turned around and followed the group. The prefect lord complained deeply. Liu Mao was really a good person.

Back on the same road, walking in the alley, Han Guanghu frowned and said, "Your Majesty, Han Jiangshu from Wanyao Sect, what did she think? She just dragged it all the time and didn't give a definite explanation. The deposit was given, and there was no monk who had joined the court so far. Her three mountains and blessed land was so sure that we could not find any other buyers?"

Yao Jinzhi frowned slightly, "It's really strange."

Han Jiangshu had asked her before, and Wan Yaozong was preparing to order a cross-continental ferry with the Daquan Dynasty. The two sides had a pleasant talk. The family owned a blessed land of the upper fifth realm. From beginning to end, there was no arrogance at all, but was as easy to talk as if they were someone who had something to ask for.
To be continued...