Wei Qiancheng was relieved to hear that He Chuan had specially come to get the secret letter.
Looking closely, it was indeed the Young Master who had saved him at the foot of the mountain.
He quickly took the secret letter and handed it to He Chuan.
“If you don’t mind, I’ll immediately order people to prepare food and wine.” Before Wei Qiancheng could finish his sentence, he realized that He Chuan had already disappeared.
If it wasn’t for the fact that the secret letter was no longer there, he would have thought that he was dreaming.
“He’s indeed an otherworldly expert. He comes without a warning and leaves without leaving a shadow!” Wei Qiancheng muttered to himself.
Back in his house, He Chuan opened a secret letter from Zhou Shimin.
To beloved minister, He Chuan:
Although the people of the world bless me by saying ‘long live the Emperor’, I’m very clear in my heart that to be able to live for a hundred years is already considered a long. After all, the world is waiting for the next ruler, and it’s impossible to stop governing.
Although Crown Prince Cheng’an is handling the kingdom well, I know that his heart is unstable and that he will probably cause trouble.
So, I hope that when necessary, you can set things right.
It wasn’t an Imperial Edict or an order, but a request from a friend from many years ago.
When we meet again, I guess you will probably meet me in front of my mausoleum. I hope you’ll bring some good wine and tell me about the world’s wonders.
“Why bother!” After He Chuan finished reading the secret letter, he recalled the past.
It was as if Zhou Shimin had returned to his status as a Prince, going to the library to read books every day.
In the blink of an eye, they were separated by heaven and earth.
He silently lit the letter.
What was written in the letter was more like an old friend reminiscing about the past, without a high and mighty tone.
It seemed that Zhou Shimin knew him very well and knew that it was useless to use Imperial power to suppress him.
He might as well ask for help as a friend.
“I hope you can be a good Emperor and live up to my expectations!”
…
Another autumn arrived.
He Chuan shook his head when he heard the cries from Yangzhou City.
Because he knew that it was not a family member who had passed away, but the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Zhou Shimin.
“Young Master, is there an epidemic in Yangzhou City? how did so many people die? I just went into the city to buy some things and saw many people wearing mourning clothes.” Cai Lian heard the crying and asked in confusion.
“Silly Girl, it’s not crying, but His Majesty has died.” Su Xin rubbed Cai Lian’s head, and an inexplicable emotion rose in his heart.
When Cai Lian heard that the Emperor had passed away, she didn’t feel much in her heart.
In her opinion, it didn’t matter who the Emperor was. It was fine as long as she could stay by He Chuan’s side for the rest of her life.
If the government didn’t force the commoners to cry, they wouldn’t be crying in mourning clothes.
The commoners did not even know the emperor’s name. Zhou Shimin was considered a wise ruler. Otherwise, it would have been better if the commoners did not curse him behind his back.
“Young Master, I feel that I can’t suppress my cultivation recently. Can I start to break through?” Cai Lian didn’t have the mood to care about the Emperor’s life or death.
She would not be able to cry even if she wanted to.
“Yes, my state of mind is almost there. Tonight, copy the Taixuan Scripture ten times. Tomorrow, I will protect you. After Lian’er has broken through, we will go to the next place.” He Chuan put his hands behind his back.
On the whole, Crown Prince Cheng’an managed the country quite well. There was no need for him to return, so he would travel around first.
“Where are we going?” Even though Cai Lian was reluctant to part with the little things that had happened in Yangzhou City, she still followed He Chuan’s words.
“Outer space!” He Chuan looked at the fallen leaves in the sky and thought back to the strange things that Jue Wuxin had done. He was prepared to take a trip to the outer realm.
While understanding the local conditions and customs, he would also search for the legendary gods and devils.
He wanted to see what was so special about them.
…
The Oasis was accompanied by yellow sand, and birds were dancing with the camel bells. The extremely high temperature was only one step away from the normal temperature, which was very unique. The sand dunes in the desert were clear and layered, and the lines of the hills were smooth and smooth. The sand slopes on the leeward were like water, and the sand flowed like a river on the leeward.
At the peak of the sand mountain, in the depths of the desert, one could quietly observe the magnificence of the desert and witness the scenery of the sunset dying the sand.
The setting sun was close to the ridges of the desert, and the earth was dark against it, revealing a layer of dark red. The waves of the desert that held the setting sun solidified, like a sleeping sea.
In the desert, if one could not find an oasis, it was easy to die.
Therefore, even though the outer realm desert’s scenery was beautiful, it was extremely lacking in resources.
This was also the reason why the tribes and countries of the outer realms were eyeing the Great Zhou Dynasty covetously.
Compared to the land in the Central Plains, the outer realms were still desolate.
Every year, there would be people dying of hunger or thirst.
Two figures appeared in the boundless desert.
“Young Master, the desert is so desolate. We’ve walked for so many days, but we haven’t even seen a single person.”
The two of them were He Chuan and Cai Lan.
Cai Lan had successfully broken through to the saint cultivation realm a while ago, and He Chuan had taken her to the outer realm from the Central Plains.
“Of course, no one lives in the desert. Once we pass through this desert, we’ll reach the place where the alien tribes live. There are grasslands and water sources there.” He Chuan explained.
Cai Lan stuck out her tongue in embarrassment. She had thought that there were people living in the desert.
She was still at a disadvantage due to her lack of culture.
Under He Chuan’s guidance, Cai Lan had already learned how to read and write.
But she still didn’t read enough books.
The temperature difference between day and night in the desert was extremely great. It was extremely hot during the day, but it was so cold at night that it could freeze people to death.
However, it had no effect on saint cultivators, because they were immune to the cold and heat at their stage.
The unlucky tiger died at Cai Lan’s hands and became their dinner.
She was already used to killing people. When she killed animals, her heart did not waver at all.
Ever since she started practicing martial arts, her need for meat had also increased.
“Young Master, I heard that the tiger bone soup is very nourishing. You should drink more later.” Cai Lan packed up the tiger meat, especially removed the tiger’s bones and whips, and boiled them in the soup.
“Do you know what this tiger bone soup is good for?” He Chuan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“I heard that it’s good for your health. I heard it from a stall owner. When I was in Hangzhou, I wanted to buy some for you, but I went a little late and didn’t make it.” Cai Lan replied in a serious manner.
She didn’t know what the tiger bone was for, but it was definitely good for the body.
Back then, the stall owner had promised her that he would maintain some kind of relationship with her.
Anyway, she didn’t really understand.
Even with He Chuan’s state of mind, he almost couldn’t hold back his laughter.
One had to admit that the little palace maid was really cute.
He Chuan realized that if Cai Lan wasn’t by his side, life would be less fun.
After a while.
He drank the tiger bone soup in one gulp. This kind of thing was indeed good for the body.
He Chuan could feel the warm current spreading through his limbs and bones before being absorbed by his vital essence.
As for the other functions, it wouldn’t affect him at all as long as he didn’t deliberately trigger the effects of the tiger bone soup.
Cai Lan held the tiger’s thigh and ate it with great relish.
After eating and drinking to his heart’s content, He Chuan, which was rare, did not meditate and cultivate.
Instead, he lay on the yellow sand and looked at the Milky Way hanging in the sky. From here, he could see it more clearly and seemed closer.
Cai Lan was curled up in his arms, her little hand pointing at a certain shining star from time to time, asking if there was a story.
Previously, when He Chuan was bored, he had told Cai Lan the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl1. At that time, the little girl had been crying and almost wanted to settle the score with the Queen Mother.