Chapter 412: All my subjects will be rewarded

Chapter 412: All my subjects will be rewarded

  Chapter 412 All my subjects will be rewarded

   Misunderstood the complicated expression on Zhang Kangsheng's face, Zhao Yinshun comforted him gently.

   "Mr. Zhang, don't have to regret it. This time it's mainly for military merits, and the rewards are all soldiers. Next time I have a chance, I will reward you personally."

   "I didn't leave...huh??! Wait! You mean we can accept this gift too?!"

  Zhang Kangsheng paused slightly when he twirled his beard lightly, and looked at the boy in white in disbelief.

   "Of course, all my subjects will be rewarded."

  During the speech, Zhao Yinshun's eyes shifted to the sluggish leaders of the three religions in Taixi, showing a meaningful smile.

   "If the three are willing to accept the official position of [Liuyin Fengguo], I will treat them equally."

  Hearing this, the eyes of the leaders of the three religions trembled slightly, and they exchanged glances without a trace, and they all sensed the heartbeat in each other's eyes.

   After coming to Damin for so long, it is not that they have tried to preach in other states, but the effect is very unsatisfactory.

  Wars are frequent, monsters are rampant, wars are everywhere, ordinary people are in danger, and there is no soil for the spread of knowledge among the people.

  The nobles of the upper family have an incomprehensible stubborn arrogance, thinking that "Zhihu Zheye" is the kingly way, and their knowledge is just a lowly skill, and they don't even bother to learn.

Turning around, it turns out that [Liuyin Fengguo] is better, the rulers fully cooperate, build schools widely, the funds are sufficient, the political situation is stable, and the folk learning atmosphere is also very strong. In just a few years, the apprentices of the three teachings have already It exploded to more than 100,000, and some talented geniuses even came from behind, surpassing many old people from Taixi.

  The carefully cultivated soil has borne fruit, and it has also brought massive feedback to the leaders of the three religions. The cultivation base that had been stagnant for a long time began to skyrocket, and it vaguely touched a higher realm.

  If they can get the gift of [Zhen Guogong] again, they may really try to hit the coveted throne and pry into the wider unknown truth in their lifetime.

  Blinking his eyes, [Mechanicus] Archbishop Roger Marsan stood up and performed a dignitary salute in a dignified manner.

   "Thank you [Duke Zhen Guo] for your appreciation, we will consider this matter carefully."

  Although they didn't agree in person, but from their subtle attitude changes, Zhao Yinshun had already seen the answer, showing a warm smile like a spring breeze.

  Intellectuals are reserved to save face. This kind of thing must be said behind closed doors. Wouldn’t it be a shame to agree on the spot?

  Zhuge Liang still pays three visits to thatched cottage...

  Nodding tacitly, Zhao Yinshun held up Roger Marsang's hand: "Then I will wait for the replies from the gentlemen."

   After finishing speaking, the boy in white looked at the spiritual old farmer in rough clothes and shorts.

   "He Lao created [Winter Wheat] to make the common people have enough food and clothing, and opened up agronomy. There are countless living people, and the merits are immeasurable. I give you the right to go to the palace to see the king."

  唰

  A purple-gold stream of light sank between He Li's brows, and the old farmer's puzzled gaze froze for a moment, his originally clear and moist eyes slowly lost focus, and he stared blankly at the void.

This stunned for a full tens of seconds, when the hearts of all the gods were like cats scratching, He Li was shocked, came back to his senses, looked at the boy in white in disbelief, tried his best to sort out his emotions, and faced He bowed deeply.

   "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace."

  The young man also kindly raised his hand, and patted the rough and dark back of his hand with five fingers as white as jade.

   "This is what you deserve. May you continue to work hard so that there will be no more hunger or cold in this world."

   "Your Majesty will live up to your expectations."

Seeing He Li's resolute and resolute appearance, the curious eyes wandered between the monarch and the ministers, and the gods were very itchy, but they couldn't bear to ask in front of Zhao Yinshun, so they could only suppress the scratching in their hearts and show A reserved and indifferent smile.

  Damn it!

  【Zhen Guogong】How many secrets are there?

  What kind of reward could make an old Saturn so excited?

   I really want to know!

  However, the young man didn't care about other people's feelings, and looked at the only general on the scene who knew the truth with a slight smile.

   "Cen Xing, the strength of the army has greatly increased, and your navy should work harder."

   Ignoring Tang Hongda's triumphant eyes, the heroic female general clasped her fists and agreed.

   "Follow the order."

   Immediately, Zhao Yinshun's eyes shifted to Tang Hongda who was smiling so hard that his teeth were showing.

   "What are you laughing at? There are so many subordinates of the gods, why are you a seventh-level?"

  The delighted smile instantly froze on his face, and the steady man lowered his head.

   "The subordinate is incompetent."

  Knowing that Tang Hongda's character is too stable, and sometimes he just needs to be stimulated, Zhao Yinshun patted him on the shoulder earnestly.

"If you know what you are good at, you will work harder. I have paved the way for you. What height you can reach depends on you. It may be a little difficult for you to reach the ninth level in a short time, but if you can't even reach the eighth level, you, the army chief Let the commander abdicate and make way for the virtuous."

  Hearing this, Tang Hongda immediately surged with energy and blood, full of motivation, and roared like a bell, "I will live up to your high expectations!"

  Your Majesty is so optimistic about me, if I let him down, am I still human?

  However, compared to Tang Hongda's turbulent heart, Zhang Zhaochang's expression gradually distorted when he heard Zhao Yinshun's words, revealing the subway old man.jpg.

  What does it mean that the ninth order may be a little difficult in a short period of time?

   Do you have any misunderstanding about the difficulty of promotion?

  Oh, you have fully opened the sixth-order divine door, then it’s fine.

  By the way, you vulgar bastard, why did you promise so readily?

   How difficult is it to advance from the seventh to the eighth level? Don’t you have a B number in mind?

  Even if the promotion difficulty of [Bing Dao] is a little lower than other classes, but at the level of Yasheng, the gap between the various classes is almost negligible.

  How many gods have wasted their lives at the seventh level, and your aptitude is mediocre, why do you think you can rise to the eighth level?

  Do you think you are [Zhen Guogong]?

  Advanced level is as easy as eating and drinking water?

  He doesn't advance because he doesn't want to, and you don't advance because you don't have the ability, figure it out!

  The emotions in his heart were tumbling endlessly, Zhang Zhaochang opened his mouth several times to speak, but swallowed the words again.

  There are too many incomprehensible things that happened today, and his solid three views have been shaken to pieces. No matter how heaven-defying things are, he can now wait for them with a calm smile.

  Although these things are outrageous, it is normal when I think of [Duke Zhen].

   After a circle of condolences, Zhao Yinshun finally set his sights on Zhang Zhaochang, and nodded politely.

   "Mr. Zhang, I'm neglecting you."

   "[Zhen Guogong] is polite."

  Zhang Zhaochang bowed quickly, inexplicably flattered.

   "I'm busy with chores, I'm afraid I'll be with you next time..."

   "[Duke Zhen] has made great progress in cultivation, and the next step is the critical stage of consolidation and digestion. I haven't been to Luzhou for many years, and I just want to travel. [Duke Zhen] don't need to worry about it."

   "Then, please do yourself, sir."

   Smiling and nodding, Zhao Yinshun's figure slowly dissipated, like a wisp of snow melting in the air.

   It wasn't until after he left that Zhang Zhaochang suddenly thought about it.

  Wait, why is there something wrong with the process of Fengchan?

  Not to mention fiefdom ceremonies, there are not even ceremonies for offering sacrifices to heaven and rituals, just like...

  Suddenly, Zhang Zhaochang suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky, staring at the huge monster gradually disappearing into the dark clouds, a flash of understanding flashed in his heart.

   How can this be enshrining Zen and offering sacrifices to the heavens!

   This is sacrificing himself!

  In the past, I only said that [Duke Zhen Guo] was so arrogant that he didn’t even pay attention to saints, but I didn’t expect that he didn’t even pay attention to the way of heaven!

No!

   It's not that he doesn't look down, he thinks he is the way of heaven!

  My heart is the heart of heaven, and my will is the will of heaven!

  Recognizing the inner thoughts of the young man, Zhang Zhaochang swallowed, feeling that his throat was extremely dry.

  Old Ancestor, this [Duke Zhen] is 10,000 times more terrifying than imagined!

  ……………

  In the vast and mysterious hall, a snow-white figure materialized out of thin air and slowly sat on his throne.

   "I've seen 【Zhen Guogong】."

   Not far away, an old farmer with dark and rough skin stood up from the throne and saluted respectfully.

   "He Lao doesn't need to be too polite."

   Waving his hands casually, Zhao Yinshun cast his eyes on the majestic and delicate miniature projection of Luzhou in the center of the hall.

  In the mountains and rivers that stretch for thousands of miles, the subtle emerald green luster flows faintly, nourishing the vegetation and livestock on the land.

  Is this the embodiment of the authority of the farm gods in reality?

   Staring at the hazy emerald green, Zhao Yinshun nodded slightly with great interest.

   Increase crop and livestock production?

  Well, although it is not much, only 1.2%, but if it is enlarged to the whole Luzhou, the increase in production in a year is also an astronomical figure.

  You must know that in the three counties of [Liuyin Fengguo] alone, the annual grain production is hundreds of millions of tons!

Now that the entire sixteen counties of Luzhou are in the pocket, and there is even [Zhehe County], which is as famous as [Linbo County], the agricultural production will inevitably soar year after year. Thousands of tons!

   What's more, this agricultural authority will be strengthened with the improvement of He Li's energy level while the territory covered remains unchanged.

  If there is a ninth-level agricultural saint, the agricultural output will be doubled or something...

  Thinking of the harvest scene, the farming genes in Zhao Yinshun's bones were activated!

   Smacking his lips longingly, the young man quickly suppressed his distracting thoughts and looked at the resentful gaze aside.

   "Why didn't you let me go to watch the ceremony? I haven't seen Feng Chan yet!"

   "I'm afraid that your eyes will wander and you will blind yourself again."

   "Am I the kind of person who doesn't measure up?!"

"Who are you."

   "..."

  Squinting her eyes, Oakley Yani gritted her teeth and used her trump card.

   "Give me back my glasses!"

   "Hey, my cat and dog seem to be fighting again, I'll go and see!"

   With a swish, the boy's figure disappeared from the throne, and Oakley Yani looked at the empty seat, her brows slowly knit together.

   On the other side, leaving the majestic royal palace, Zhao Yinshun walked across an endless corridor to the beautiful palace full of fairy spirit.

  The layout of the Lingyun Palace is completely imitated here, and every detail is restored by Zhao Yinshun, Su Lingyi, and Li Min, but the materials used are half false, half real, half false, half true.

  Proficiently passed through the main hall and came to the master's bedroom. As soon as Zhao Yinshun opened the door, he saw a big white mouse, no, a little white cat ran to him.

   "Junior brother, save me!"

   "Stupid cat! You are dead today!"

  The elder sister with a frosty face exuded a strong murderous aura, and walked behind step by step, scaring the little white cat into Zhao Yinshun's lapel, only revealing a small head.

  Most of her body was hidden in Zhao Yinshun's arms, a sense of security filled her heart, and Su Lingyi suddenly felt that she was doing well again.

   "Junior brother, this silly dog ​​hit me, you help me beat her!"

   "..."

   "Don't worry, I will cover you. Together, our siblings will definitely beat this silly dog ​​barking!"

   "..."

   Talking with a shield is tough!

   If you have the guts, come out, don't hide in my clothes and talk!

  Long sighed helplessly, Zhao Yinshun stopped Li Min's cold little hand, and gently held it in his palm.

   "Senior sister, how is Master?"

   Facing the blunt change of subject from his junior brother, Li Min struggled lightly, but couldn't get rid of the warm palm, so he could only give the cat head in his arms a vicious look.

   "What are you looking at? Junior brother! She dares to stare at me and bite her!"

   "..."

  Seeing the blue veins on the elder sister's forehead jumping wildly, Zhao Yinshun could only hold her hand tightly, and at the same time push the aggressive Su Lingyi into her clothes.

   Shut up you!

   "Eldest sister, you are the king of a country, don't be as knowledgeable as her."

   Tightening the cold and soft little hand, Zhao Yinshun showed a gentle smile, which made Li Min's anger gradually disappear.

  Damn it!

  Why is the little junior brother more and more like the master?

  Smiling so beautifully, how could I refuse? !

  Damn divine charisma!

   "Just spoil her..."

   Sensing the sourness of the elder sister's resentment, Zhao Yinshun raised his hand and gently stroked her head, pursing his lips and chuckling fondly.

  Pets are meant to be petted.

  The familiar yet unfamiliar touch made Li Min frowned slightly, feeling nostalgic, reluctant, and ashamed.

  It’s fine if Master likes to touch my head, but why do you also touch my head?

"so rude!"

   Clapping his palms angrily, Li Min walked towards the depths of the bedroom, but was held by his junior brother and walked side by side.

   "How is Master?"

   "The movement is getting louder and louder, the power of innate divinity is too strong, even we can't stay for long."

   "Pig still in there?"

   "Well, I don't know why, but Xiangxiang is immune to 【Lust】."

   "Maybe it's because I'm too young to understand."

   "The divinity of the Holy Throne can twist even dead things, and stubborn stones can produce blood and flesh. The Monkey King knows that it is conceived in colorful stones, not to mention living things..."

  ...

  During the conversation, the two had reached the deepest part of the bedroom. Behind the closed door, Zhao Yinshun could faintly feel the terrifying surge of divinity.

   Swallowing, the young man in white let go of Li Min's hand, and pushed open the door nervously.

  He is not afraid, but just worried about social death. After all, even he cannot be completely immune to the instinct of [lust] that originates from the bottom of human nature.

  If affected by the divinity of the holy throne, some parts show that it has its own ideas, and it is slightly hardened to show respect, then he will really have to kill himself to prove his innocence!

   Trembling all over, Zhao Yinshun calmed down, gritted his teeth, and pushed open the door.

  Boom

  The blockade of the law cracked a gap, the fragrant and sweet warm wind rushed towards the face, and the red mist visible to the naked eye poured out, distorting people's mind with wonderful power.

   Thanks to [Classmate Xiaoliu] and other book friends for their rewards.

   I worked overtime on weekends until after 11 o'clock and didn't go home. I wanted to gossip, but when I opened the group, I saw a book friend voted for 22 monthly tickets to remind me to update.

   Luck...

   So, I can only stay up late in tears to code words...

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