Chapter 246: Sword Pointed at the Aristocratic Family
Outside the cleaning room.
Chen Huangpi didn't go far, so he heard everything that happened inside clearly.
"This cleaning room is really weird."
The brass oil lamp couldn't help but say, "Golden Core cultivation is nothing. The key is why you put so much effort into excavating a broken imperial tomb?"
"Why not use Nascent Soul cultivators?"
"Yes, there are gods too!"
Chen Huangpi pointed at a group of guards coming towards him and said, "It would be much better to send these gods to excavate the imperial tomb. They are many times faster than cultivators."
"Besides, there are so many monks outside the palace."
"Why didn't Emperor Dakang just give the order directly, instead of going through so much trouble?"
Chen Huangpi knew what the imperial tomb was used for.
To put it bluntly, it is a tomb.
There are also many tombs in the Shiwanda Mountains.
The most terrible thing Chen Huangpi had ever seen was the God Burial Tomb where Yi Qingzhou was buried.
Countless gods enlightened by the golden sky lanterns were buried with him.
There were also many bronze lamps imitating brass oil lamps inside, as well as an altar.
Even the tomb where the gods are buried is a world of its own.
However, Yi Qingzhou is an immortal.
Even if Emperor Dakang smashed the entire Dakang into it, he could not create something like the Tomb of the Gods.
To put it bluntly, the method of cultivating popularity itself has limitations.
No matter how powerful a god is, it is impossible for him to reach the level of an immortal.
Even, they cannot reach the level of gods created by the immortals like Yi Qingzhou in the past.
"Your Majesty has indeed been repairing the imperial mausoleum over the years."
Wang Mingdao was stunned and said, "Also, every year the Imperial Household Department would recruit a group of people to enter the palace, but those people would disappear after entering the palace. I didn't expect that it was to satisfy that person's selfish desires."
Thousands of years have passed since the founding of the Great Kang Dynasty, and the throne has been passed down to His Majesty, who is already the fourteenth.
In the past, the imperial tombs built by emperors would only last for thirty or forty years at most.
Only this one is different.
Even though the imperial mausoleum had already been completed, it still continued to be expanded.
Some people in the capital even discussed privately: "This Majesty does not want to be transformed into a clay or wooden god, so he keeps building the imperial mausoleum. I'm afraid he is thinking of continuing to be an emperor in the underworld after his death."
"I understand."
Chen Huangpi suddenly realized: "He was afraid that others would say he was a tyrant, so he wanted to have it all, so he went through so much trouble and secretly built an imperial tomb for himself."
Wang Mingdao shook his head and said nothing.
He previously served as the acting governor of Xuzhou City.
Although it's not to the extent of becoming a completely different person, I have developed a keen sense of smell.
His intuition told him that this matter might not be that simple.
If we really want to rebuild the imperial mausoleum, we should consider the dilapidated state of the Dakang Dynasty.
Why hide it?
After all, this Majesty stayed in the Palace of Tranquil Longevity all day and didn't even attend court. No one thought he could still be a wise ruler. But if he said it openly, no one would be surprised.
"Hey, isn't that your dad?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Mingdao looked over and saw his father, wearing a bright red official uniform, walking towards the Yangxin Palace accompanied by several guards.
"Come on, let's go there too."
The purpose of Chen Huangpi is to Guangmu Shangshen.
The two secret guards had said before that Lord Guangmu was in the Yangxin Palace.
But just then.
Chen Huangpi suddenly felt something.
He turned around and looked.
Then I saw a familiar face.
Du Rugui, the ancestor of the Du family.
Du Rugui had an indifferent expression and didn't even look at the two guards following him.
He came to see Emperor Dakang today.
After all, he crushed two secret guards to death yesterday and obtained two Seven-Aperture Soul-Calming Nails.
We have to give this Majesty an explanation.
…At this time, in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
Wang Taiyu followed closely and walked into the hall.
There is no custom of kneeling in Dakang.
Therefore, he just bowed.
"Your Majesty, I, Wang Taiyu, would like to pay my respects to Your Majesty and wish you the best of health."
"I'm fine, Master, please stand up."
Emperor Dakang sat cross-legged on the Bagua diagram in the center of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, with a canopy above his head. Strands of translucent silk with Taoist scriptures written in gold pen hung down, and the air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.
"The trip to Xuzhou City, Grand Master did a great job."
"The taxes that should be collected have been collected, and the people that should be dealt with have been dealt with."
"Taifu has made great contributions, and I will remember them all in my heart."
Hearing this, Wang Taiyu felt very complicated.
If it were in the past, he would definitely be very touched.
After all, he defeated Song Tiangang in Xuzhou City and offended the true god of the Song family, but His Majesty did not abandon him like a pawn, but tried his best to protect him.
With such kindness from the king, how can I not be moved?
But it's different now.
Wang Taiyu felt that he saw through this emperor.
Cold-blooded and ruthless.
He was obsessed with power and intrigue, but ignored the lives of the people of the world.
The so-called people-oriented actually means taking people as the foundation and then building magnificent palaces.
Even this Yangxin Palace exudes a disgusting smell.
But even so.
Wang Taiyu could only go with the flow.
He wants to climb up to the highest position step by step until he rules the world. If he remains true to his original intention by then, the people of Dakang may still be able to live a decent life.
"Your Majesty loves me, and I will help you solve your problems."
Wang Taiyu's face flushed and he bowed again.
"It seems that you blame me..."
Emperor Dakang smiled, stood up and walked down from the Bagua diagram.
this moment.
Wang Taiyu saw Emperor Dakang, whom he had not seen for a long time.
The Emperor Dakang was eight feet tall, with a handsome face and narrow eyes that made people dare not look directly at him. He looked to be in his early forties, with black hair and an indescribable majestic temperament.
"I know the ambitions in your heart."
Emperor Dakang walked up to Wang Taiyu, took his hand, and said meaningfully: "But the world does not belong to me alone, and the world cannot be ruled by you, Wang Taiyu alone."
"When faced with a major event, one must remain calm."
“Some things can’t be rushed, but they can’t be rushed either.”
"What does your majesty mean?"
Wang Taiyu raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you ready to take action?"
Emperor Dakang said without comment: "Yesterday I sent someone to inform you that I asked you to come this time because I want to appoint you as the Supervisory Censor. In addition to you, there are eight other Censors."
"Those eight were sent by me to various places in Dakang."
"And you, Wang Taiyu, my Grand Tutor, I want you to stay in the capital and be the sharp sword in my hand."
Wang Taiyu narrowed his eyes and said, "Your Majesty has great ambitions, but I am a fool. I wonder where Your Majesty wants me to point my sword?"
"Look at you, you are still alienated from me."
Emperor Dakang said helplessly: "You insist that I explain it clearly, then fine, I will tell you, I will take action against the noble families, the five surnames and seven families, you can choose one to start with."
“To what extent?”
"There are too many people in the capital, and when there are too many people, it gets noisy. I can't sleep well lately."
"understood."
Wang Taiyu took a deep breath, and his heart was already filled with turbulent waves.
Emperor Dakang wants to take action against the aristocratic families.
And I will be the sharpest sword in the open.
But why at this time?
Isn't Your Majesty afraid of a rebellion from the noble families? (End of this chapter)