I really became a king.

Chapter 63 Rare leisure time
Soon, the news that the once-every-fifty-year Dharma Conference was about to be held spread.

Some people who still remember this suddenly realized that the Dharma Meeting was jointly held by the secular dynasty and the secular sects, and the purpose was to sit down and drink tea, chat, communicate feelings, and enhance relationships.

At the same time, a three-day ghost market is held. Whether it is ordinary people who do not practice martial arts, or martial artists and people from other worlds, everyone can set up a stall and exchange or buy what they need.

There was also a piece of news that slowly spread among them, which was about the original intention of establishing the Dharma Society.

When the Dharma Meeting was first established, in addition to drinking tea, chatting, and exchanging necessities, there was also a competition to compare martial arts with the methods of the immortals.

It was just that someone didn't know when the last competition was cancelled. As for the reason for the cancellation, it was said that it was because the secular dynasty had never won, and in order to save face for the secular dynasty, the secular sect took the initiative to cancel this event.

"Could it be that there really was such an event as a sparring competition in the Dharma Conference in the past?" Several government officials were discussing in low voices in Dong Baichuan's small teahouse.

"I don't know. Oh, by the way, Mr. Dong, you read a lot of books, do you know whether this news is true?" A yamen runner asked Dong Chengyang who was sitting at the counter reading a book.

Ever since the last visit by Duan Wangfu's chief steward Duo Luo on the orders of Prince Yi, this roadside teahouse has been upgraded a lot. In addition to peddlers and hawkers, some government officials also like to come and sit here often.

The way Dong Chengyang was addressed was also changed from "old shopkeeper" to "Mr. Dong". There was no other way around it, as the chief steward of the palace always respectfully called him "Mr. Dong".

Dong Chengyang put down the book in his hand, nodded, and said, "This officer is right. The original Dharma Association did have this item, but it has been cancelled in the last few thousand years."

"Then why was it cancelled? Is it really like the rumors outside, to save the face of the secular world?" the constable continued to ask.

Dong Chengyang's expression froze and he didn't say anything. He was not good at lying and didn't want to lie.

The people in the small teahouse guessed something from the expression on his face, and their mood suddenly became depressed.

In their hearts, the secular dynasty is the face of the secular world. If the secular dynasty loses, then they, the secular people, lose.

Soon, the news spread from the small roadside teahouses. All the ordinary people who heard the news felt a sense of suffocation in their hearts and were very uncomfortable and depressed.

With the help of those who were interested, the news spread outward at a very fast speed, from the Dali Imperial Capital to the entire Dali Dynasty, and finally to the other three secular dynasties.

Because this Dharma meeting is not only the business of the Dali Dynasty, the other three dynasties will also participate.

Jiang Yi also heard the news, but he didn't take it too seriously. The Dharma Conference? It was too far away from him. He just wanted to manage his own business.

"But that cheap royal grandfather is not a decent person."

"It was clearly agreed that whoever won the Dragon Gate Tournament would be given a military post and command an army, but several days have passed and there has been no movement..."

Jiang Yi guessed that he might be playing a game with that old witch. Neither of them would publicly break their promise and lose trust in the world. It all depends on how much water there is in this so-called sole control of the army.

"Kui Camp?" Jiang Yi had already received the news that Prince Zhong Jiang Se had recently submitted his resignation from the post of Grand Commander of Kui Camp, citing illness as an excuse. The position was now vacant.

Jiang Yi's heart was burning with excitement at the thought of being in charge of an army of 100,000. Since his previous life, the biggest scene he had ever seen was the reviewing ceremony at the university's opening ceremony. There were only more than 10,000 people there and it was all pitch black. What would it be like to have 100,000 people in command?
"Brother should be back soon. When he comes back, he will immediately start to reorganize the family generals who came back from the northern border, as well as the 10,000 Bull Fighting Cavalry."

If he really takes charge of Kuizi Camp in the end, these people will be his foundation.

"He's only twenty years old, and he's a commander-in-chief of an army of 100,000?" Although Jiang Yi was looking forward to it, he didn't actually hold out much hope. It would be best if he could get it, but if not, it didn't matter, as there would definitely be other corresponding compensations.

If there is no reward in the end, he will have to go and have a talk with Mo Ruhai. It would be too unfair to let the horse run without giving it grass to eat.

Sitting in the pavilion in the back garden, looking at the group of people playing on the lotus corridor, led by Mo Li, the wives of the third and fifth brothers, several sisters, several nieces, and a large number of maids, even the newly promoted kitchen steward Tuo Xiaoliu joined in, accompanied by the quadruplet girls...

Jiang Yi felt more relaxed and comfortable than ever before. This was the life a prince should have.

The harmony among family members is also the greatest achievement of a head of a family. Yes, he is now the real person in charge of Prince Duan's Mansion.

He killed Jiang Zhongbao to make the fake look real; he executed Fan Muqiu and others to completely consolidate the power of Prince Duan's Mansion; then he went to the Huo Lian Sect to knock on the palace gate, just to find a glimmer of hope for himself and Prince Duan's Mansion; and finally he killed everyone to the death on the Longmen Arena, established the fierce power of Prince Duan's Mansion, and completely consolidated his own position.

From the moment he crossed over, he had to plan carefully and take every step cautiously in order to survive. He lived on thin ice and never had a moment of rest.

"Ah, no wonder my colleagues on Earth in my previous life envied this kind of life. It is indeed something that can only be understood but not expressed in words."

Jiang Yi felt the gentle force on his shoulder and looked at Mo Li who was surrounded by a group of maids and servants. He thought that it would not be a bad idea to be a free and easy prince.

"Ahem, it's heavy."

Jiang Yi coughed lightly, and Xiang Ling, who was massaging his shoulders from behind, said "oh" reluctantly, and the strength in her hands became very light.

"Too light."

As Er Jiangyi said another sentence, Xiangling pouted and felt a little aggrieved. She didn't know what happened in the past two days. The prince, who never let her serve him before, either asked her to massage his legs or shoulders. Not only did she not have a good time for two days, but he also kept finding fault with her.

"Okay, you don't need to wait on me anymore, go play."

Seeing Xiangling pouting her lips and almost shedding tears, Jiang Yi stopped teasing her. He waved his hand and she ran towards the lotus corridor like a little rabbit.

"Even with this level of awareness, she still yells all day long that she wants to fulfill her duty as a maid and warm your bed..."

Jiang Yi shook his head, secretly thinking that he should consider training a real team.

Xiangling counts as one, Xiao Yangjiao counts as one, the quadruplets count as one, oh, and there is also Mo Li’s other personal maid Dong Wan’er. Forget it, that girl only has eyes for her mistress Mo Li, and keeps a distance from herself.

"Well, let's train these first. When we travel in the future, we will be surrounded by beautiful maids. Their treatment may not be worse than Xu Zhu in Jin Yong's novels." Thinking of the wonderful things, the curve of Jiang Yi's mouth distorted a little.

"Uh, sixth brother, why do you laugh like that? It's a bit creepy..." Jiang Zhongchi, who was forced to practice by Jiang Yi, said.

Jiang Yi glanced at him and said to the third and fifth brothers who were also practicing beside him: "Third brother, fifth brother, aren't you talking about the Oiran Contest in the brothel today? You don't need to practice anymore, go play."

"Oh, by the way, go to the account office to get some money, and don't come back if you can't win the Oiran!"

The third and fifth brothers were overjoyed. They looked at each other and thought to themselves that they had always thought that their second brother was smarter than them, but how could he be so stupid now? He could even make such a principled mistake...

(End of this chapter)