Chapter 748: Moving the Capital
Seeking change five hundred and fifty-eight years, late. The capital of Dayu Kingdom was swept by nine heavenly waves, and the entire country was completely destroyed. There is a long way to go to rebuild after the disaster, and seawater infiltrates into the geography, making the soil muddy, making reconstruction even more difficult. After much discussion and choices, Wang Ruyi decided to temporarily move to the capital.
Located nearby in the "Xingbang City", the capital relocation team was crowded with people, with mountains and naval forces in front of them opening the way, followed by countless people. It is extremely painful for Ben to leave his hometown. However, because there were Taoists from Tianji Taoism, kings of a country, and famous immortals among them... the army that moved the capital was actually quite large.
Although Wang Ruyi was the king, he wanted to share the joys and sorrows with the people. He deliberately did not take a chariot all the way to the capital, but walked instead, walking at the front of the team.
Li Changxiao also participated in the move of the capital. He had just arrived and did not understand the situation in the South China Sea. He can't just rush into the South China Sea and cause chaos. We can only follow along and learn about the situation in the South China Sea.
Because there were so many people and things involved in moving the capital, it took more than half a month to travel hundreds of miles. Wang Ruyi only sighed that he, the king of the country, deserved so many disasters. Along the way, he passed a blessed land with beautiful scenery. Wang Ruyi couldn't help but be moved by the scenery and think of the people who died in the capital. I also thought that among the people accompanying me, those who had just experienced the death of family members must be extremely sad.
So he ordered that stone monuments be erected in this beautiful place to pray for the deceased relatives and pay homage. The people covered their faces and cried, expressing great gratitude to God. In this way, the capital relocation team stopped for a few days. Some people split stones and erect stone monuments, while others cut down trees and erect wooden monuments.
Moving the capital was an important matter, but Wang Ruyi was willing to stay for it, which shows that she really cares about the people. Li Changxiao looked pleased. Wang Ruyi insisted on sharing the joys and sorrows with the people, but Li Changxiao was a dissolute son, so there was no need and there was no need to endure the hardships. When an emperor travels, he must be accompanied by chariots. Li Changxiao jumped on the roof of the chariot and lay there, leisurely.
In the distance, many Void Refining monks looked at Li Changxiao curiously. While guessing about Li Changxiao's origins, they hesitated to say hello to this mysterious swordsman who was trying to turn the tide but seemed to have a very strange nature. Those who are strong in deficiencies may not be afraid of death, but they are good at noodles. There are so many people, what if the other party doesn’t respond when you say hello? Moreover, the swordsman seemed drunk but not drunk, and he was not easy to talk to. Just hesitating all the way, seeing further and further away, no one said hello.
Li Changxiao looked at the sky. Since he started practicing Taoism, no matter whether his spiritual energy is exhausted or not, he has always felt like a ghost wandering in the world. There is always a transparent barrier between him and the world, and he always feels out of place. In the Immortal Dynasty, he was the only mortal. In the mortal world, he was the only monk.
He is familiar with everyone, or he can be seen as alienated from everyone. A man was bored, so he put his right leg on his left leg, swaying around, whistling leisurely. Of the entire team, he was the most relaxed. Sometimes when I get bored, I watch Wang Ruyi walking in front of the chariot, carrying her imperial skirt and rushing on her way.
He secretly wondered why Wang Ruyi didn't change his clothes. This emperor loved the people, he was indeed good, but his airs were too high. Although we share the joys and sorrows, the people below are all wearing loose clothes and traveling for a long distance. On the same journey, Wang Ruyi, dressed in this outfit, endured much more hardship than any other person.
Thinking again, it seems that Wang Ruyi has not said a word to her since the two met. I don’t know if it’s been too long since I’ve seen him and I’m unfamiliar with the relationship, or if it’s been too long since I’ve seen him and I’m full of breath. Li Changxiao pinched his chin and thought boredly. He had already experienced the complexity of a woman's mind. Sometimes when he thought about it seriously, it was still a bit difficult to understand the great way.
But little did he know that it was the appearance of someone that caused Wang Ruyi to put on heavy makeup. The sun was shining brightly, and I was obviously sweating profusely. My shoes and socks were all wet, but I still pretended to be fine. However, the ministers in the palace and the people in the city did not notice Wang Ruyi's age, thinking that even if she was not an immortal, she must still be a fairy. Not even half aware of Wang Ruyi's difficulties.
Wang Ruyi sometimes wondered, apart from the different identities, what was the difference between the capital-relocating group and the name-stripping group? I was complaining repeatedly in my heart, but I walked with a swaying posture, graceful, dignified and generous. I have been on the shelf for most of the journey, and I can't let it go easily. Otherwise, all the hard work in the first half of the journey will be in vain.
One day and night.
The capital relocation team set up camp and raised bonfires to rest. Wang Ruyi finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat down and beat his legs. The palace maid brought hot tea. After drinking it, Wang Ruyi smiled softly, and his eyes fell on the swordsman who was lying on the chariot, sleeping soundly. I couldn't help complaining in my heart: "It's not easy to meet her, but there are many people with mixed eyes. Even if I say a few words, I can't find a chance, which makes me feel very uncomfortable."
The eyes of the three deities of ice, fire, and wood wandered around. The three of them had a little more contact with Wang Ruyi, and they could vaguely see that this empress was unusual for the white-clothed swordsman. Li Changxiao stretched, having just woken up from his sleep, he looked for a place to sit by a campfire.
As the night progresses, after eating and drinking enough. The people were terrified because they had left their homes. Every night when people were quiet, there was always the sound of adults and children crying. Some people think that crying is unpleasant, so they tell some jokes to amuse the children, but they never expect that the effect will be great. Even the king Ruyi and many monks were happy to hear the joke.
Back and forth, every day at night. Then some people volunteered to tell some jokes and stories, which was considered fun in the midst of hardship. Today was as usual. After eating and drinking, someone started telling stories. But as he listened, Wang Ruyi's face suddenly turned red and his expression was different. Just because the storyteller told a lot of jokes, he told a story that had been circulating in Dayu for a long time.
At first, they were just folk tales, but as they went on, they somehow got involved in some interesting and trivial matters about the Empress and the Sword Immortal. Wang Ruyi glanced at Li Changxiao and saw that he was also looking at him, with an inexplicable smile on his lips. But this generation of Mingjun is so anxious that his scalp is numb and his toes are on the ground in embarrassment. There are even many story and picture books that came from the palace.
Because many stories have been circulating for more than ten years, they have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Discussions among the people of Dayu have become normal, and Wang Ruyi is not offended. What most people of all ages love are these stories, and storytellers come up with new ones every year. Almost all sell well.
Speaking of it at this moment, it is even more convenient and fascinating, and I can't help but indulge in it. Even a three-year-old can talk a few words. Suddenly there was a child, Tong Yan Wuji, sitting next to Li Changxiao. While listening to the story, he was always looking at Li Changxiao. He held a sentence in his heart for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, pointing at Li Changxiao's innocence. Said: "Is it him?"
Wang Ruyi was drinking tea when she almost spit out water with a "puff" sound.