The big guy who passed through quickly took the scumbag script

The temptation was too great, and all the courtiers were so excited that they tried every means to start making political achievements.

The ministers of the Ministry of Household work hard to make money and make profits; the ministers of the Ministry of Industry ponder over river embankment protection, agriculture, housing and transportation, and recruit all kinds of skilled craftsmen; the ministers in charge of foreign affairs work hard to deal with other countries and engage in trade; The ministry began to vigorously build colleges and train talents... the whole country was in full swing.

There were also people who made troubles secretly, but they were arrested before they could get over it.

For a while, everyone was honest.

Until a long time later, looking at the gradually powerful and prosperous Great Chu, the ministers finally realized belatedly: Why do they listen to His Majesty so much?

The veterans stroked their beards and sighed, a bunch of melons, you just discovered it now? late.

But what if you find out? Didn't they also earnestly tell their juniors to serve the people wholeheartedly, work hard to achieve political achievements, and stand out among the crowd.

Sure enough, His Majesty cannot be underestimated.

This is the twentieth year since Xihe established the Great Chu. The monarch and his ministers are in harmony, and the common people have more ways out.

They can study in imperial examinations, do business, and practice martial arts. Everyone is working hard, and all calculations and conspiracies are ruthlessly suppressed by the powerful Queen. They only need to determine their goals and then work hard to achieve them.

The former court official who scolded Xihe Hen Sichen in the past, shut up Yanyan.

The literati who worshiped Xihe did not hesitate to write close-up poems in capitals, praised Her Majesty the Queen eloquently, ran to the gate of the palace and knelt down: Please do it for another hundred years!

Xihe: ...Farewell, farewell, run away when thirty years come.

She sat comfortably on the throne, and handled all kinds of political affairs at her fingertips, Fang Qinglin was the only one to suffer.

He is a disciple of the Taichu sect, Fang Wuxia, who is well-known in the world and praised by everyone.

He was supposed to be at ease, holding his sword to the end of the world, but for her, he entered the court and worked hard.

As a queen, she cannot leave the capital easily, and he has been trapped in the imperial city for more than twenty years.

Xihe felt that she was too sorry for him!

Fang Qinglin: "Actually, being an official is quite interesting."

Xihe groaned: "Really, you didn't lie to me?"

Fang Qinglin slowly closed the reviewed memorial, put down the writing brush, lightly clasped the Queen's waist, rubbed her hibiscus face with fingertips, and said meaningfully: "Your Majesty is the most important woman in the world, and I am as willing as the beginning."

Xihe: ...Blinking his eyes, he didn't react for a long time.

It wasn't until Fang Qinglin continued to review the memorial slowly that he realized what this guy meant.

She blushed blushing, and said why this bastard always likes to call her Your Majesty, and also likes to be on the imperial case... shame and annoyed: "Give me back my pure and kind Fang Wuxia!"

Fortunately, she is still guilty, cooperating with this guy is fun.

However, Xihe still found an excuse to go out to the palace with someone, and stopped by to visit the two silly sons.

The two of them took a carriage and set off from the capital staggeringly as they did back then. They stopped and went, ate and drank, and it took them more than a month to arrive at the Taichu School.

Today the Taichu Sect is conducting a disciple competition, the top ten can enter six doors.

At this time, on the stage was a young man in a red robe like a fire, with exquisite facial features, with a hammer in his hand, smashing one by one! bang bang bang!

"Who else is coming up?"

The young man flaunted himself wantonly, his eyebrows danced with joy, and he was extremely arrogant.

A group of disciples complained and complained: "Little senior brother, I don't want you to bully people like this."

The young man raised his chin: "What's the matter with bullying you, if you have the ability to hit me."

Suddenly, the young man caught sight of something, grinned, pointed at the crowd and said, "That one over there, come up and make gestures with the young master!"

All together, everyone looked over, they were a pair of luxuriously dressed men and women with outstanding looks.

Xihe's face turned dark, and she gritted her teeth: "Whose young master are you?"

The young man shrank his neck and laughed: "Your family, your family." He jumped up, ran over happily, and opened his arms, "Father and mother, my son wants to kill you!"

Like a big dog, cuddling and cuddling in the arms of parents.

Xi He Beng couldn't help laughing: "You brat."

Back in Fang Yuyao's small courtyard, Fang Yuyao asked about his eldest son, Fang Yuyao said with a nonchalant expression, "He met a master at the foot of the mountain, and he is determined to be a genius doctor."

Xihe was slightly taken aback, being a doctor is in line with that child's temperament.

In the evening, Fang Yuyao took them to find the eldest son, who was collecting medicine in the yard.

Under the big tree, an old man in sloppy clothes, crossed his legs, scratched his feet, and yelled loudly: "Wrong, wrong, how can cassia and Jun Qianzi be put together! Oh, you are going to piss the old man to death... "

The boy has a very good temper, and he laughed when he was scolded: "Master, I'm sorry, I didn't learn this."

The old man exploded, his eyes widened in anger: "You mean I made trouble for no reason?"

The boy's handsome face and eyes were curved into beautiful arcs: "You have said it this time, and this disciple will remember it."

He is so well-behaved and obedient, the old man was embarrassed to lose his temper, and he lay back on the chair again muttering: "Hmph, with your qualifications, if it weren't for the old man, you would never be able to be a leader for the rest of your life!"

Seeing it, Xihe was so distressed that she pushed open the door: "Ming'er!"

Fang Yuming turned his head, with surprise in his eyes, hurriedly put down the herbs in his hand, and rushed over: "Mother! Father? Why are you here?"

The eyes are pure, the naked eyes are happy, and the whole body is full of joy.

Xihe stroked the boy's furry head, his heart softened: "Come and see my little boy."

The young man smiled shyly, thinking of something, turned around and introduced: "Father, this is my master! He is very good at medicine!"

As soon as they entered the door, Yao Lao saw them. They were imposing and majestic, even more stylish than the magistrate! Feeling guilty all of a sudden, I don't know if I heard what I just said...

Fang Qinglin greeted with a smile: "The dog is stupid, I really bothered you."

Yao Lao: It's over, it's over, I must have heard it!

Until dinner in the evening, Yao Lao was still flustered. He saw his son was pure, kind and intelligent, so he tricked him into becoming a disciple. He never asked his parents whether they agreed. What should we do now? Become a disciple?

So, when Xihe asked about his own son's situation, Yao Lao changed his attitude and boasted wildly.

Fang Yuming:? ? What is the master saying.

Yao Lao blushed, but for the sake of his disciples, he went all out!

Xihe was funny, but he didn't make it difficult for him. This old man is quite interesting.

Afterwards, they watched their youngest son win the title with their own eyes, entered the six gates with a group of disciples, and watched the eldest son learn medical skills from the old man, and then set off again to the Misty Gate.

Xihe went here because he wanted to see how the door was doing, and also wanted to find out whether Mrs. Jing'an had come back.

Everything is as expected, with her, the empress who used to be a senior sister, the Misty Sect has developed very well these years, and there are more talented disciples, and a women's college has been built at the foot of the mountain, which is full of women.

The head of the sect is a female disciple with average facial features, giving people a sense of stability, and she is very respectful when seeing her.

Xihe exchanged pleasantries with her, then let her go to work on her own, and then opened Master Jing'an's bedroom.

The interior of the house has been kept in good condition with no signs of being tampered with.

Xihe couldn't help but sighed, the teacher shouldn't be sitting down somewhere, right?

Fang Qinglin patted her hand reassuringly: "Don't worry, Shi Taiji has his own aura, and nothing will happen."

Xihe nodded, now he can only think so.

There were a lot of things going on in the court, so they couldn't stay outside for too long. After meeting the disciples, they hurried back to the capital... For the next ten years, until she abdicated and the new emperor ascended the throne, there was no news of Mrs. Jing'an.

At that time, Xihe was over half a hundred years old, but because of his cultivation, he seemed to be no more than thirty.

Fang Qinglin is still green and pine, he has had enough of being an official, and he is happy to wander the world with her.

It may be that they were too suffocated, the two of them hardly stayed in one place for more than half a year, and they left soon, so that it was not easy for others to find them.

Five years later, they came back from outside the Great Wall and brought back a woman.

The woman claimed to be surnamed Chen, and she was a closed disciple of Master Jing'an.

According to her, she met Master Jing'an in a deep mountain. Master Jing'an was wearing Taoist robes and a nun's hat. Her clothes were already torn, and she was studying a book of exercises.

At first, Mrs. Jing'an treated her indifferently, and she ignored everything she said.

She cleaned the cave for the teacher, washed and cooked, and told the teacher about the outside world, saying that the queen came to the throne and brought them new food, she would no longer be hungry, and said that there was a school in the town, etc. wait.

She talked about her father and brother who were killed by bandits, about how she was almost beaten to death, and ran away from her husband's house desperately—Master Jing'an finally paid attention to her and accepted her as a disciple.

Xihe was silent: "Master's father and brother were killed in the early years, and then he killed his enemy with his own hands."

Chen Xiu'e came to a sudden: "The original way is so, no wonder my qualifications are mediocre, the master is still willing to accept me as an apprentice."

Xihe picked up the secret book that the teacher had given to Chen Xiu'e, which was the Taiyin Scripture and Zhengyang Gongfa, as well as one-third of the secrets.

Chen Xiu'e blushed: "The master only asked me to practice the Taiyin Scripture, saying that Zhengyang Gongfa has flaws, this secret...she hasn't figured it out yet."

Xihe opened it and looked at it, and couldn't help admiring that Master Jing'an is also a genius in martial arts, and she can realize the real secrets of the immortal family! It's a pity that she is old and doesn't have enough time to comprehend.

He couldn't help but sigh again, the teacher must know about Xie Hongling's existence, but in the end he let her go.

Maybe it was just like when the whole family was wiped out and she was the only one left alive.

She put away the secret book: "The front door is the Misty Gate, you should stay here in the future."

Chen Xiu'e looked at the high mountain ahead, and nodded happily. Ever since she knew that the master was from the Misty Sect, she couldn't wait to come!

She ran two steps forward, remembered something, turned around and asked, "Senior Sister, have you seen Her Majesty the Empress?"

Xihe smiled and nodded: "Yes."

Chen Xiu'e was pleasantly surprised: "How is Your Majesty? Isn't it very good?"

Xihe smiled reservedly: "You will know later."

Chen Xiu'e nodded heavily, turned around and ran towards the high mountain in front of her, bouncing and boisterous.

Xihe looked at the man beside him with a gentle smile: "Master, let's go."

Fang Qinglin held her hand tightly, and the two walked towards the carriage, their backs matching each other: "Where do you want to go this time?"

"Jiangnan, right? In March, peach blossoms bloom."

"good."