Kaifeng Prefecture, Tokyo.

A high platform is being built ninety-nine feet away from the city wall on the south side of the palace. All the houses and people in a radius of 100 meters centered on this platform were cleared out, leaving only this high platform building to be built.

An old man wearing a yellow dragon robe stood on the city wall.

There were many people around the man, and there were eunuchs holding umbrellas for the old man in dragon robes.

The old man's face was a little pale and his energy was not very energetic.

But he stared at the high platform being built with a burning look, and his eyes were extremely fierce. There was a deep ambition deep in his eyes, just like a greedy sick tiger watching the shiny wild deer hungrily.

"Your Majesty, the Tiantai will be built after seven days. On the Jin Dynasty, Your Majesty will be on stage to be king, condense the fortune of the world and create the eternal dynasty." Liang Shicheng said with a flattering smile.

Zhao Ji suddenly asked again: "If I have a court life, can I prolong my life?"

"Zhang Tianshi once said that if the dynasty is condensed, Your Majesty will be the lord of a dynasty. If the world's fortune is enhanced, it can live for three hundred years." Liang Shicheng said respectfully.

Zhao Ji didn't say anything anymore, but just raised his right hand, and Liang Shicheng shut his mouth very sensible.

Zhao Ji's obvious chest showed that his current mood was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

"Go back to the palace."

"Go up and go back to the palace." Liang Shicheng shouted in a sharp voice.

Zhao Ji sat in the sedan chair and leaned against the back of the chair behind him. With the slightly bumpy sedan chair beneath him, he fell asleep in a drowsy way.

Back at the palace, Zhao Ji lay quietly on the dragon bed.

Liang Shicheng took the Bingyu Palm fan from the little eunuch beside him, and then stood beside Zhao Ji and gently waved the fan for him.

The ice jade palm fan is made of thousands of years of ice, but the scorching sun does not melt. The wind from the fan is cool, and relieving the heat and driving away the cold is just one of them.

It was already two hours after Zhao Ji woke up. As he got older, his sleep quality became worse and worse.

He opened his eyes and saw Liang Shicheng who was shaking a fan for him.

Zhao Ji laughed and scolded softly: "I'm so old, I'm still a fan of flattery. It's not embarrassing to be a grand prosecutor and even learn from the eunuchs to sway the fan."

"No matter when, I will be the little eunuch around His Majesty." Liang Shicheng said gently.

Zhao Ji made a loud "um" sound, and then closed his eyes again.

Liang Shicheng followed him since he was fifteen years old, and he also followed him from the Song Dynasty to come here. Although he accepted bribes, rejected dissidents, and had all kinds of problems, his advantage lies in his loyalty.

For him, loyalty is enough.

There are so many capable ministers in the court, and this one is not bad.

"Stay at the way." Zhao Ji said with his eyes closed.

"Your Majesty." Liang Shicheng responded softly, afraid that it would disturb Zhao Ji.

"They all say that I am a foolish monarch. Tell the truth, are I a foolish monarch?" Zhao Ji asked.

Liang Shicheng smiled slightly, "How could Your Majesty be a foolish monarch? Your Majesty is not addicted to women's beauty, nor does he value punishment and taxes. He also uses new methods and uses capable ministers. These are things that only wise monarchs in the open border can do. Moreover, Your Majesty is proficient in brushwork, ink painting, riding horses and shooting archery. Today, everyone respects Your Majesty's calligraphy. Your Majesty's own style is outstanding."

What Zhao Ji was most proud of in his life was his calligraphy. He heard Liang Shicheng praise him. Although he knew he was flattering, he was still comfortable.

"You still understand me."

Seven days later.

The sealed rooftop was cast.

The news about Zhao Ji's fortune in winning the kingship on the stage has not spread, and only a few people know about it.

Zhao Ji was not going to spread this matter because he knew that if it was spread, there might be a minister who would definitely not support it.

Because they were all Song ministers, and what he wanted to do was to divide the fortune of the dynasty and establish a new dynasty, and to change from the king of the Song Dynasty to the founding lord.

Even the country's name Zhao Ji had already thought about it, and it was called the Southern Song Dynasty.

Zhang Tianshi once said that the new Song Dynasty fortune is in the south, while the original Song Dynasty fortune is in the north.

Dividing the north and south fortunes, so if the New Song Dynasty established the New Dynasty, the dynasty should be called the Southern Song Dynasty, while the original Song Dynasty was called the Northern Song Dynasty.

In this way, he could get rid of the constraints of the Song Dynasty.

He is actually essentially the prince of the Song Dynasty, and this is considered the fief of the Song Dynasty.

Although he held power and the world called him the king, he did not enjoy the luck of the emperor in one dynasty. Only the luck of the prince given to him by the dynasty. Moreover, because he was too far from the Song Dynasty, his luck was already thin, so it was already a limit to make him live a healthy life of 120 years. He could have a premonition that he had no more time now.

As his birthday approaches, he has to make a choice.

Kaifeng Prefecture is in the sky today.

Watching Zhao Ji climb to the Fengtiantai, Zhang Tianshi, wearing a Taoist robe, stood among the crowd with expressionless expression.

"Shi Zhang Tian, ​​please." Liang Shicheng said respectfully, making a gesture of invitation.

"Master Zhang Tian, ​​please." Gao Qiu, Tong Guan put Master Zhang Tian in the middle, one left and one right.

Master Zhang is as handsome as a child, has fair skin and is less than five feet tall.

If he hadn't known his identity in advance, many people would have regarded him as a ten-year-old child.

Master Zhang said silently and looked up at the sky.

His gaze penetrated the void and saw a light yellow dragon-shaped phantom struggling over the palace.

The dragon-shaped phantom was intermittent, almost breaking into three or four sections, the dragon's claws and dragon whiskers were blurred, and the breath was also very sluggish.

This is the fortune of Xin Song.

One life, two fortunes, and three Feng Shui.

Fate is the pattern, fortune is the momentum.

The fate of all living beings in the world is the fortune of a day.

If the dynasty is prosperous, the dynasty will flourish.

If the Chao Dynasty dies, the Chao Dynasty will collapse.

Today, when the people are living in poverty, the court is corrupt, corrupt officials are everywhere, and natural disasters and man-made disasters, the fortune of the New Song Dynasty has fallen to the bottom.

The weather is very similar now

Master Zhang didn't dare to think about it carefully.

But the new dynasty he calculated back then was indeed called the Southern Song Dynasty.

This made Master Zhang a little confused. He stepped forward and pointed his fingers and thought, and his face suddenly changed. The vast secrets in front of him were confused. There was a fog. Countless possibilities shining like streams of light, filling his mind in an instant. Master Zhang quickly withdrew from Yansuan but was still half a beat slower. He staggered a few steps and almost fell down. He felt a little hot in front of his nose. Master Zhang wiped his upper lip, and the back of his hand was full of red.

"Shi Zhang Tian?" Liang Shicheng stepped forward in confusion and supported Shi Zhang Tian. He noticed the nosebleed from Shi Zhang Tian.

Is there something wrong?

But no matter whether it is Zhang Tianshi or Liangshi today, Chengdu cannot stop Zhao Ji.

Now that Zhao Ji's deadline is approaching, although it looks the same as usual, he is more ruthless and decisive than anyone else in his heart.

This is his only hope to prolong his life, and whoever dares to stop him will die.

With Fengtiantai as the center, a net of heaven and earth was laid within a radius of 1,000 meters, hiding countless imperial palace guards.

Master Zhang Tian climbed to the first stage of Fengtiantai, planted the Southern Song flag at the eight corners of Fengtiantai, and placed a handful of soil at each of the six points.

Eight Desolations and Six Mishes.

When the soil at the last point is sprinkled.

At the same time, the mist was evaporated over the cities in all parts of the Xinsong Dynasty, which was only a very small number of people could see.

These mists are mottled in color. They are originally orange-yellow, but they are stained with gray, white, black and other stains.

Under invisible pull, these mists surge to Kaifeng Prefecture, the same destination.

Master Zhang Tian was watching the luck of the sky like a rainbow, and his arms were trembling slightly.

Although he had tried his best to overestimate Xin Song's luck, he still didn't expect that he would be so dirty.

There is no help.

Master Zhang felt a chill in his heart.

In fact, there is still a way out now, because although the convergence of the Chaoyun has begun, the last step has not yet been reached. If you withdraw from this step and re-govern the country for a few years, you may be able to succeed when the people's hearts are available.

But the one on the stage may not agree, he can't wait for that long.

I can only gamble. If God blesses me, I might have a glimmer of chance.

I just hope that Zhao Ji is the son of destiny.

Master Zhang sighed inwardly and said to Zhao Ji, who was sealed with the rooftop, "Your Majesty, please take out the jade seal."

Master Zhang Tian recited the magic formula silently, pointing his index finger and middle finger toward the top of his head.

"Certainly!"

The calm Fengyuantai suddenly blew strong winds.

It was originally a sky of sunlight that was full of stars flashed in the sky.
To be continued...