Zhao Dora said impatiently: "What's the matter?"

The door came in and walked to the table.

This was rude behavior. Zhao Duola was furious. She raised her head and was about to scold him when she saw the sign in Menzi's hand.

"Eagle Guard?"

The disciple was still respectful, "Please keep the villain's identity secret."

"Countless." Zhao Duola couldn't help but feel chills running down her spine when she thought about how she had scolded her disciples the day before.

"Young man, I'm here. It's Ning Xing who has given orders, and I ask Vice General Zhao to follow them."

The order that had to be delivered through the Eagle Guard must have something to do with personnel matters.

Xiao Hongde... Zhao Dora's heart moved.

"you say."

Menzi said: "Xiao Hongde is a good man. Ning Xing means that such a good man should not marry a poisonous woman. We can also find him a good wife here. You villain, please retire."

The door is gone.

Dora Zhao took a sip of tea and suddenly said, "Pfft!"

He held his stomach and laughed wildly in a low voice, "Ouch! I have always wanted to be loyal to Your Majesty, but because of my low status, I couldn't find a way. Isn't this, here it comes? Ho ho ho!"

On the side outside the door, the door was leaning against the wall, seeming to be lazy. When he heard this, he turned around and left.

The city gates opened and teams of scouts set off.

"They first went to inquire about the information, determined the place and number of people to open up wasteland in northern Xinjiang, and waited for their move."

On the top of the city, Dora Zhao explained to Xiao Hongde.

Xiao Hongde nodded, looking much more relaxed.

Zhao Dora thought of Ning Xing's explanation and pretended to be casual: "How old is the child?"

Xiao Hongde's body stiffened, "Not big."

"Hey! When it comes to children, the official can't help but worry. There are two children in the family who are naughty and refuse to study, and the official is often worried about their future.

Fortunately, His Majesty's reward this time was to give the boss a free post, and he also gets money and food every year. Alas! Now, one problem has been solved.

Your Majesty, be merciful!"

He stole a glance at Xiao Hongde.

Xiao Hongde looked sad.

There is a poisonous woman in the house, and he doesn't even want to enter the front door.

The corners of Dora Zhao's mouth raised slightly.

"Xiang Wen, if you can foil Yang Gou's plot to open up wasteland, your promotion will be just around the corner!"

Xiao Hongde's eyes were filled with brilliance, "Yes!"

Only promotion can suppress that poisonous woman.

…

After the autumn harvest, there are activities everywhere, either parties or sacrifices, all with the same purpose, to celebrate this year's harvest.

Tao County.

Zhen Siwen, neatly dressed, led a group of sergeants to the Laoshan Gate of Metaphysics.

There are still more than ten teachers and students guarding here. After the new mountain gate in Taoxian County is completed, this place will either be handed over to the local government, or it will become a point of metaphysics.

Lu Qiang said that if metaphysics is not withdrawn, he will not give up his salary this year.

How could those lazy idiots set up a branch school?

But a messenger came from Tao County yesterday and brought Yang Xuan's order.

The Chenzhou Mountain Gate of Metaphysics continues to remain, and the professors and disciples left behind are practicing while guarding the incense of the Chung Martyrs' Shrine.

Zhen Siwen arrived outside the mountain gate. Inside, two professors and more than ten disciples were waiting.

"Coming?" the professor said solemnly.

Zhen Siwen nodded, "Are you ready?"

The professor said: "Everything is fine."

Zhen Siwen nodded, and the professors turned around to lead the way.

The sky was dim and dozens of people were walking slowly.

When you arrive at the outside of the Martyrs' Shrine, you can see the incense inside.

Zhen Siwen asked: "Is there anyone on duty at night?"

The professor nodded, "The deputy envoy said that loyal souls should not be left without support. Therefore, ever since the opening of the Martyrs' Shrine, the incense has never ceased."

Zhen Siwen walked in slowly.

A newly made tablet is placed in the middle, with incense burning underneath.

Zhen Siwen lit three sticks of incense, saluted, and said: "In the autumn of the 10th year of the Qian Dynasty, there was a good harvest in Northern Xinjiang. Yang Xuan, deputy envoy of Northern Xinjiang, was in Tao County to supervise the completion of the Zhongmartyr Shrine, and ordered Chenzhou Sima Zhen Siwen to come!"

He stood up straight and shouted: "Deputy envoy orders, all ministries, assemble!"

puff!

The incense suddenly bloomed.

Zhen Siwen was shocked.

The professor said solemnly: "The deputy envoy's order was sent to heaven!"

Zhen Siwen saluted again, "Deputy Envoy Yang ordered me to come and lead you to Taoxian County to enjoy the offerings of the soldiers and civilians of Northern Xinjiang."

He put three sticks of incense in the incense burner, saluted a third time, respectfully picked up the tablet, and turned around.

"Brothers, please come with me!"

A gust of wind swept in, and the professor changed his color and said to the professor next to him: "This is..."

The professor next to me whispered: "I read the relevant classics in the school and found that there are only two types of people who can sense heaven. One is the emperor's messenger."

"But Deputy Ambassador Yang and the emperor are incompatible."

"Second, the person whom God loves."

"The deputy envoy said that he would live up to the Tang Dynasty in this life."

"Yes! So I feel that the senior's record must be wrong."

"By the way, what is the name of a person who is urged to love by God?"

"Son of Destiny!"

…

In Taoxian County, all construction on Xinxue's new gate has been suspended, and everyone is rushing to build the Martyrs' Shrine.

"Hey!" Zhong Hui had just finished laying the tiles and flew down, sighing: "In the future, I can support myself as a bricklayer."

"Who says it isn't?"

Zhuang Xin had just come back from unloading the truck and looked at the disgraced face, "I took my boys out earlier and met a businessman who asked us if we were willing to unload the truck..."

"Just ignore him." Zhong Hui sat down and leaned against the wall, feeling comfortable all over.

Johnson said: "But when I think about it, isn't this an opportunity to make money?"

"You..." Zhong Hui was stunned, "You're not going to do it, are you?"

Zhuang Xin opened the stopper of the gourd, took a sip of wine, and said happily: "It's done. I unloaded more than ten carts of goods, bought a gourd of wine, and bought food for the disciples. Let's go tomorrow!"

Zhong Hui: “…”

Is this a free and easy metaphysical disciple?

Why does it look like a coolie?

Zhong Hui felt that this matter needed to be taken seriously, so he went to find Ning Yayun privately.

"It's not wrong to work." Ning Yayun didn't care, "When we talk about being free and easy, we're talking about cultivating one's character. It's hard to escape from the world of bitterness. Only by being free and easy, discarding all the things in the world like worn-out shoes, can one's character be strengthened.

Enter."

A disciple came over and said, "Master, the paint is dry."

"Oh!" Ning Yayun said with a smile: "That's it, let's turn it on!"

The Martyrs' Shrine has been built, but there still needs to be an opening ceremony, which is similar to a consecration ceremony.

Yang Xuan received the news.

"The leader said that in two days it will be a good day for worship."
To be continued...