Inheriting a Taoist temple, the story begins with Wu Zetian offering incense.

Chapter 12 Wu Zetian Stays Overnight at Hunyuan Palace! [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

Having arrived at the foot of the mountain by motorcycle twice before, Wu Zetian finally witnessed a completely new world, so different from the Tang Dynasty.

High-rise buildings, streetlights, cars, shops... Although it was just a small town, it was enough to amaze Her Majesty. As she walked through the streets, she felt that there was not enough to see.

Everything was unfamiliar and novel to her, requiring a comprehensive understanding.

Zhou Banxian wore a Taoist robe his whole life in the town, and wandering Taoist priests often came to visit him, so the people of Yunwu Town were not surprised to see Taoist priests on the street.

I occasionally glance at them a couple more times because Zhou Yi and Wu Zetian are so good-looking that you'd think some film crew was shooting in Yunwu Town.

The two spent the afternoon wandering around town, buying all sorts of things, and spent all the money Sun Erfa had given them.

In the evening, Zhou Yi rode his motorcycle back to Hunyuan Palace with Wu Meiniang on the back. A utility vehicle followed behind, with a 1.8-meter by 2-meter Simmons bed on it, and many bedding and various daily necessities in the truck bed.

The afternoon allowed Wu Meiniang to gain a deeper understanding of the world. She was eager to write down what she had seen and heard, but not yet, because she needed to decorate her boudoir.

With the help of the furniture store staff, the large bed was successfully placed in the room.

Then Zhou Yi laid out the mattress, blankets, and sheets, and even put up the mosquito net—it was cool on the mountain at night, but there were a lot of mosquitoes, and they were all big tiger mosquitoes; without a mosquito net, it was impossible to fall asleep.

"So, do you like this room?"

Zhou Yi helped Wu Meiniang put on the quilt cover, and the originally empty room suddenly came to life. It felt wonderful.

Other cultivators might have gained insights into life and its meaning at this moment, but Zhou Yi didn't have that time. He had to quickly reheat the leftovers, finish his dinner before dark, and then concentrate on the black notebook to see when the progress bar for exchanging household registration would start moving.

Wu Meiniang sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying the comfort of the Simmons mattress, her face beaming with barely suppressed excitement:
"I love it, I love it so much, thank you so much, Immortal Master."

Zhou Yi brought in all sorts of books he had bought at the bookstore that afternoon:
“These books are all sent to Li Shimin. You can take a look if you want… Oh, by the way, the bookstore gave us a few notebooks and a box of office pens as a gift. Hard pens are more practical than brush pens and save more paper. You can give them a try.”

Wu Meiniang took the notebook and planned to write down what she had seen and heard that day.

As for some thoughts in my heart, I won't write them down, lest it be too troublesome to scribble them down. I can write them down when I use a brush.

After settling the future empress in, Zhou Yi went to the kitchen to prepare a hot meal.

He opened the refrigerator and took out the remaining spicy hot pot and rice. He noticed that the spicy hot pot and rice didn't look as much as they had at noon, as if there was one less layer.

"It must have collapsed due to the drop in temperature... Hurry up and heat up the food to avoid wasting time."

Zhou Yi heated up the food separately, and worried that there wouldn't be enough to eat, he also made some pancakes with the eggs he had just bought that day, and he and Wu Meiniang enjoyed a delicious dinner.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Zhou Yi was about to clear the table when Wu Meiniang rolled up her sleeves and said:

“If I trouble you to do such a thing, I will be gossiped about behind my back, especially Princess Jinyang. Ever since she recovered a little, she has come to Yiyuan Palace to see me every day, and she keeps talking about you.”

Zhou Yi took off his apron and said:

"What do I have to talk about?"

"You saved her life, and she is very curious about you."

Zhou Yi put the purchased drinks in the refrigerator and said to Wu Meiniang:

"Let's talk less in the future, lest Old Li think I'm trying to abduct his daughter. If he gives the order, 100,000 soldiers will storm Hunyuan Palace, and I won't be able to afford to feed them."

Upon hearing this, Wu Meiniang's eyes lit up, and she felt that this was indeed a good idea.

Indeed, no amount of mortal brainstorming can compare to a celestial being's casual remark. A single, light sentence from the immortal could stir up the winds and clouds of the entire Tang Dynasty.

Wu Meiniang started washing the dishes, while Zhou Yi, having nothing else to do, went into the vegetable garden, watered the vegetables, and then watered a peach tree in the corner that had borne fruit.

This is a May peach tree. The fruits aren't very big, but they are bright red and sweet. They can be picked by next week at the latest.

In the past, after picking peaches, Grandpa would carry them down the mountain in a bamboo basket and give some to each household, calling it a blessing and a wish for longevity. This year, Zhouyi plans to do the same, continuing the old man's tradition. The peach trees were watered, and the sun was about to set behind the western mountains.

Zhou Yi returned to his room and turned to the page about Wu Meiniang in the black notebook. The progress bar for exchanging household registration was still 1/365 and had not increased yet.

He stared intently at the notebook pages, not daring to relax for even a second.

Finally, when the sunlight outside disappeared, the progress bar on the page changed from 1/365 to 2/365.

As expected, it was related to the sunset... Zhou Yi had just relaxed when fatigue suddenly overwhelmed him.

From the moment he entered the room and started looking through his notebook until now, at most three minutes had passed, but Zhou Yi felt as if he had just completed a 30-kilometer forced march; his whole body was sore and weak, and he desperately needed rest.

But I can't rest now; I need to quickly change into my black Taoist robe so as not to delay the exchange of the Lightning Strike Technique.

He gritted his teeth and stood up, swaying as he took off his Taoist robe. He barely managed to put the black robe on, his strength completely drained, making it difficult even to lift a finger.

Just as he was hesitating whether to call Wu Meiniang for help, he vaguely saw a white shadow drift past the window. His mind involuntarily conjured up various ghost stories, and his adrenaline surged, giving his tired body renewed strength.

After putting on his black Taoist robe, Zhou Yi felt a surge of blood and energy throughout his body, which made him feel less uncomfortable.

Just then, Wu Zetian brought over a cup of freshly brewed hot tea:
"I just boiled some water in the electric kettle. It's really useful. It's a pity that we don't have it in the Tang Dynasty. I'll get you some tea from the palace next time. It should be quite good."

The Book of Changes says:

"The knife Chen Tang gave me has gone through two thousand years in the blink of an eye. The tea leaves in my hands will also turn to ashes after being washed away by time... He'll bring a live sheep tomorrow, so we can do an experiment. If even live animals don't work, then I'll have to supply you with supplies unilaterally from now on."

After catching his breath, he looked at Wu Meiniang and asked:
Did you just see a white shadow drift by?

Wu Zetian shook her head:
"No, I've been in the kitchen the whole time and haven't seen any white shadow. Are you hallucinating, Immortal Master?"

Zhou Yi thought it was very likely. Some time ago, he watched a documentary about a guy who was so tired on the Aotai Line that he started hallucinating and wandered around in circles all night, almost dying of hypothermia.

He wanted to look at the black notebook again, but he was too tired and had to give up.

After finishing her tea, Wu Meiniang returned to her room. Looking at the bright ceiling light above her, she happily opened her brand-new notebook, picked up her pen, and began to record what she had seen and heard that day.

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged and silently recited Taoist scriptures for a while. Feeling that his body had recovered, he took his change of clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The next morning, before dawn, Zhou Yi heard Chen Tang's loud voice:
"Sir, I've brought the sheep. I selected it with Commandant Gan; it's top-quality and plump, you'll definitely like it!"

Zhou Yi rolled out of bed and saw that it was only a little past five o'clock. He was a little amused and exasperated, but he couldn't dampen Tom Cruise's enthusiasm. He got dressed, put on his Taoist robe, and went outside, where he found that Wu Meiniang had also gotten up.

Chen Tang stood at the gate of the courtyard, carrying a bleating, plump sheep in each hand, like a child waiting for praise. However, upon seeing Zhou Yi and a woman yawning as they emerged one after the other, he immediately realized he had been somewhat rash.
"Sir, did I disturb your sleep?"

Zhou Yi walked over, reached out and touched the sheep, found nothing had changed, and said with a smile:

"Live animals can be carried, it seems I can try some new things in the future."

Wu Meiniang, who was not far away, also breathed a sigh of relief. Yesterday, she had been worried that one day she would hold hands with the immortal and, as soon as she touched him, she would turn into a skeleton.

Now that there was no need to worry about this problem, Wu Meiniang's mood brightened, and she stepped forward and bowed:
"Wu Zetian of the Great Tang Dynasty greets General Chen. I have always kept your words, 'Though they may be far away, they will be punished,' in my heart."

Chen Tang was just about to slaughter a sheep when he heard this name and immediately slapped his thigh:
"So you are the Empress. You are indeed extremely beautiful. No wonder the gentleman has been thinking about you."

Wu Zetian humbly replied:

“I am of average appearance, but I am Wang Zhaojun, who was from the same era as General Chen. She was a beauty who was forced to submit to the Xiongnu. After her husband Huhanye died, she was forced to marry her son. Such humiliation is beyond description. If the general is willing, you can bring Zhaojun here and help her escape her suffering.”

Chen Tang: ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

How could the mighty Han Dynasty have such a pathetic affair?
It seems I haven't killed enough foreign tribes!
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