Queen of the Black Phoenix

Chapter 296 The Life of Prince Jing

There is an extra temple in the palace.

It is not used by Prince Yun to recite scriptures.

Although before, he was a monk.

But now he is the prince.

In that temple, there are no bodhisattvas.

Enshrined are two jars.

There is no incense, and food is offered for three meals a day.

In addition to this, there are two futons.

There are also some dried flowers and plants.

It is said to be a temple, but it is more like a quiet room.

Since that year, the couple returned to Jingguo holding a bouquet of dried flowers.

The bouquet was dry and dark, but still beautiful.

After that, Emperor Jing also had an additional skill, picking fresh flowers and hanging them upside down, and after a while, they became dried flowers.

The color is bright when it is not fresh, but it is more timeless.

It's just that you can't touch it for a long time, and it will break if you touch it.

Jingguo is very dry and very suitable for dried flowers.

early morning.

Both Jing Huangrui and Prince Yun would come to sit in the quiet room.

After the two copper pots were brought over, the entire palace and the entire court breathed a sigh of relief.

I am very grateful to Prince Yun.

Otherwise, as long as they think about it, their emperor just woke up with two copper pots of ashes in his arms, and even with a smile on his face at this moment, they still feel terrible.

Seventeen, who didn't wear a monk's robe, was still a little uncomfortable occasionally.

But sitting on the futon is very comfortable.

He got up very early, but when he arrived at the quiet room, Emperor Jing had already arrived.

Earlier.

Emperor Jing was also sitting on the futon, quietly looking at the two jars in front of him.

Seeing Seventeen coming, he nodded.

"Ah Yun, if the world is peaceful in the future, I also want to become a monk and sit on the futon with a very peaceful mind," Jing Huang said.

Shi Qi was a bit unfamiliar with this title, there was no one else in the room at the moment, and Emperor Jing was calling him.

He nodded and sat down cross-legged.

He did a morning lesson on the inside.

Jing Huang just sat cross-legged quietly like that, neither looking at nor saying anything.

The two stayed very quiet, did not speak any more, and were not embarrassed.

Until someone knocked at the door.

Then one day, it officially started.

Emperor Jing and Seventeen had dinner together.

In terms of food, Seventeen is still fasting.

Emperor Jing was also a vegetarian.

So there is no conflict between the two.

Then there is morning.

The early dynasty system of Jing State was learned from Shen State.

But there are some differences.

In the court of Shen Kingdom, the highest position is only Shen Huang.

It is also very majestic, the distance between the emperor and his courtiers is very far, if there is anything that needs to be told, he will shout.

The court meeting of Jing State is smaller.

Emperor Jing is not sitting alone now.

After he took Seventeen over, he added a position without avoiding suspicion at all.

So beside Emperor Jing, there was a bald boy in a Chinese robe.

The boy has a double pupil in his left eye.

Very quiet.

He listened carefully and did not speak.

The ministers spoke very seriously and did not mean to belittle.

Just like this, the little monk was brought by Jing Huang's side, and the whole Jing country slowly unfolded in his eyes.

Famines, floods, wars, progress.

In Shi Qi's eyes, Jing country is a very bitter country.

Especially since he stayed in Shen Guo, there is a clearer comparison.

It is said that Jing people are ignorant and barbaric.

But in such a natural environment, everyone has to fight for survival. After the fight is over, if they are still alive, they must work hard for the next generation.

They don't have time to sit down and read and write.

Being alive is the primary goal.

In comparison, Shen Guo people are really happy.

Reading in the rain, feeling the sadness of the drizzle.

Read in the wind and listen to the words of the wind.

Participate in a poetry meeting and enjoy the flowers blooming.

This is what Shen people do the most.

In Jingguo, what the teenagers do in a day is to go to work in the morning, eat some dry food at noon, and continue to work in the afternoon.

If the harvest is good, come back early in the afternoon and take a rest. In the evening, everyone will fight around the bonfire.

By the campfire, the young man's face flushed, he shouted loudly, showing his muscles.

Beside the bonfire, the boy and the girl quietly held hands, left the crowded scene, and found their secret place.

Then the boy became a youth, and the girl became a wife and mother.Start the same reproduction of the next generation, repeating their youthful things.

On the seventeenth day, he followed Emperor Jing, held court meetings, dealt with memorials, had dinner, and continued to process memorials.

There are many memorials, more scriptures than Shi Qi reads every day.

The memorials that Emperor Jing finished processing would be handed over to Shi Qi for a review.

Seventeen read it and put it away neatly.

Usually Shi Qi felt that Emperor Jing handled it well.

Emperor Jing was a very wise person, Shi Qi thought, if he had not grown up with Master, but had grown up with Emperor Jing, he would definitely admire this person very much.

He is very self-disciplined, organized, and courageous. He has a general style in doing things, and he can handle everything well in his hands.

But Shi Qi was holding a memorial at the moment, and when he saw the content on it, his brows were frowned severely.

The content of the memorial was about a tribal rebellion, and it was handed over by the general Kumu Changju. He had already arrested all 140 and seven members of the tribal rebellion, and asked the emperor how to deal with it, but Jing Huang's comment was that they all be murdered.

Seventeen took the memorial and looked at it for a long time, and finally said: "Uncle Huang, can you change the way to deal with it? Among the 140 seven people, there are also old, weak and innocent."

When Emperor Jing approved the memorial, the table was very clean, not to mention snacks, not even tea.

He put down the memorial in his hand, and looked up at the young man in front of him.

The young man's eyes were very steady, and the double pupils were also obvious. The young man stared straight at himself.

Emperor Jing smiled.

"Few people dare to raise objections to me, and few people dare to look at me like this, because those who raised objections to me are dead, and I will kill all those who look at me like this, don't you be afraid ?"

Seventeen nodded, then shook his head again.

When he did this, he thought of that fat girl.

"I'm a little scared, but I still want to mention that if Uncle Huang wants me to be dumb, it's better to burn me and put it in a jar. If it's not burned, I'll still say it."

Emperor Jing stopped smiling, and his expression became serious.

"Tribal rebellion. Among the 140 seven people, only nine people actually proposed to rebel. The rest are relatives and family members of those nine people. These nine people want to rebel and become independent kings. For their wishes, they have already Nearly a thousand people have died. Those thousand people, why are you? I want to kill them all, and show others that the end of the rebellion is either to die as many as they are, or to live obediently."

Seventeen was silent, he couldn't recognize Emperor Jing.

Thousands of deaths or hundreds of deaths, which one is more important?

Can human life be called by quantity in this way?
Emperor Jing continued to criticize the memorials.

The memorial was handed over again, and I found that the little monk hadn't opened it to read it.

He shook his head and said: "That said, you are not happy. In other words, your power is too small. You are just a little prince now, so you have to listen to me. In the future, if you are the emperor and rule the world, then I will listen to you." Yes, if you don’t want to kill, don’t kill, kill if you want, marry whoever you like, even if you want to marry the queen of another country, no one will dare to oppose you.”

The young monk, Seventeen, was suddenly at a loss.

The robes are heavy.

The head is itchy, the scar ring has been removed, and the hair is about to start growing.

(End of this chapter)