Long'an seven years.
January has just passed.
Emperor Long'an summoned the ministers and said that the dynasty's time has been exhausted, and since ancient times the emperor has been occupied by wise men, so he should give way to Prince Chu.
All the officials are considerate of the superior, and all praise him for his kindness.
Zhou Ping'an After three requests and three resignations, he ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, and changed the country's name to Zhou.
After he ascended the throne, Emperor Long'an was conferred the title of Anle King, and the other Daqing clans each had their own awards. The transition was smooth with almost no experience in using weapons.
All the officials in the world praised His Majesty for his kindness.
The following year.
After changing the Yuan Dynasty to Ping'an, he ennobled the Zhou clan members, respected Zhou Yi as the Former Emperor, and built Martial God Temple and Sacred Ancestor Temple.
The sun rises and the moon sets.
Spring passes and autumn comes.
In a daze, it was the sixth year of peace.
Emperor Ping'an's dragon chair became more and more stable. The common people and officials only talked about Dazhou, and no one mentioned the previous dynasty, as if Daqing was very far away.
"It turns out that forgetting happens so quickly!"
Zhou Yi was sitting cross-legged in the sea of clouds, with the mountain wind blowing and his clothes rustling.
"Mortals have a short lifespan, but they are so forgetful. Our family has lived a long time, and we can't even forget who we are."
Thinking of this.
Zhou Yi couldn't help but feel vigilant. Whether it was his martial arts talent that came out of nowhere or his gradually indifferent nature, it was unusual, as if a terrifying change was taking place in the Unseen.
"Our family... can't forget ourselves!"
Immediately he stood up and walked down the sea of clouds, stepped down the steps, and returned to the Sacred Ancestor Palace standing on the top of the mountain.
The palace covers a radius of dozens of miles, with five steps to the first floor and ten steps to the pavilion. It is magnificent with carved beams and painted buildings. When the maids and chamberlains on duty saw Zhou Yi, they all kowtowed and worshiped.
This palace required 100,000 laborers and took five years to complete.
"Since we are becoming more and more indifferent and don't like extravagance, then our family will do the opposite!"
Zhou Yi's eyes were silent as he came to the main hall, ordered the servant to get a blank book, picked up a pen and started writing.
"In the sixth year of peace, March 29th, the sky was clear and the air was clear. I watched the sea of clouds, studied martial arts, and gained a little bit..."
Record in detail what happened yesterday, and instruct the chamberlain to place the diary in the side hall so that it can be read frequently in the future, and the character can be consolidated by restoring memory.
Twelve years of peace.
Autumn.
A sword light crossed the sky, fell into the palace and transformed into a human form.
"Idiot... Bah, bah, bah!"
Zhou Yi spat several times. I don't respect Buddha and don't believe in him. I don't know why he always calls himself a poor Daoist for no reason. This is not a good habit.
"Our family has not killed any living beings for ten years, and when we actually do it, we won't feel unfamiliar at all."
Half a month ago, Emperor Ping'an went up the mountain to pray for Zhou Yi to take action and kill the King Who Pacifies the North people. When they were leaderless, the imperial army took advantage of the situation and marched northward.
Zhou Yi did not refuse, traveled all the way to northern Xinjiang, and split North Pacifying City in half with one sword.
"My family wanted to go to Northern Xinjiang to meet old friends and reminisce about the past, but we never expected that we would only see a tomb."
"No matter what the situation is, it will still be a pile of dry bones a hundred years later. No matter King Who Pacifies the North or King Who Pacifies the West, it will only be a few lines in the history books!"
Sixteen years of peace.
Prince Wei died of illness.
Zhou Yi heard the report from the chamberlain and opened the book in silence for a long time.
"On December 29, New Year's Eve, my brother died of illness. Only half of our family members are left in this world..."
After writing the diary, I went to the side hall. Zhou Yi looked at the stacks of books and randomly picked out a few to read.
In recent years, Zhou Yi has regarded reading diaries and recalling the past as his daily routine, and has never practiced martial arts in seclusion. However, his terrifying and weird talent has continued to increase his strength and realm.
"If this continues, our family will have to find a way to disperse our energy!"
Peaceful twenty-three years.
The emperor collapsed.
Crown Prince ascended the throne, Jianyuan Jingping.
Jingping Emperor has a kind nature. After he ascended the throne, he did little corvee and paid little tax, and rested with the people.
Jingping three years.
Qingming.
The drizzle makes people sad.
Zhou Yi held up a black paper umbrella and walked slowly on the mountain road.
"Those unworthy descendants of the Zhao family don't even dare to sweep the tombs of their ancestors, so they have to go to our family to pay homage... I still remember that back then, our family was highly regarded by the late emperor, and we rode horses in the rivers and lakes. In the blink of an eye, the weeds of the late Imperial Mausoleum were three feet high!"
The Great Zhou Dynasty had been peaceful for more than 20 years, and the people's hearts had returned.
The descendants of the Zhao family live cautiously, fearing that they will be purged by the Zhou royal family.
The zhenqi circulated, and the pen and paper flew out of his arms and floated in the air. He held the brush in his right hand to record and write down today's tomb sweeping experience. At the end, he remembered the late emperor and lamented the changes in the world.
Zhou Yi walked lightly but was extremely fast. He arrived at Baishi County at the foot of the mountain in a short time.
"I heard that Xiao Xiang House has opened a branch here. I happen to be depressed and need to listen to soothing music..."
Jiaping six years.
spring.
Zhou Yi woke up from his sleep and asked the waiter next to him.
"Little Lu, how many days has Pindao slept?"
"Three days have passed since I returned to the Holy Ancestor."
Little Lu was respectful and could not hide his reverence in his words. In his eyes, Great Zhou Sacred Ancestor was a real god, a hundred times better than the wooden clay sculptures in the temple.
"It's actually been so long."
Zhou Yi ordered the servant to get a few stacks of books, flip through them at will, and compare them one by one with his memory.
Looking back on the past, it was extremely boring.
Three or four hours passed by in a blink of an eye, and the diary books were thrown all over the floor, especially in recent years when there was nothing to write down. Most of them were "Nothing to do today" and "Pleasure Quarter listening to music" and the like.
Little Lu noticed the thoughts of the Holy Ancestor and bowed. "Holy Ancestor, Bright Moon Pavilion has given birth to a slender girl who is known as the best in playing the piano in Kyoto."
Zhou Yi raised his brows, and the Daoist robe transformed by his true energy turned into a scholar's gown.
"Bright Moon Pavilion dares to brag like this. I must go and taste it to avoid deceiving consumers!"
Little Lu asked in confusion, "Holy Ancestor, what is a consumer?"
"..."
Zhou Yi was stunned for a long time, shook his head and sighed, then waved his hand to signal the waiter to leave.
"I'm tired today, let's go back tomorrow!"
Guangxi seven years.
winter.
It has been snowing heavily for three days, but the sky is still not clear.
Zishi.
Zhou Yi Coming out of the Spring Breeze Pavilion, the cold wind howled by. Compared with the warmth inside the building, it seemed like a world away.
A few dark figures huddled in the corner stretched out their hands after hearing the sound, looked at Zhou Yi with dead, numb eyes, and murmured auspicious words in their mouths.
"Get out of here, get out of here..."
The guard on duty at the door didn't wait for Zhou Yi to say anything, and pounced on him like a vicious dog, beating and kicking the refugees to drive them away, so as not to disturb the elegant guests.
Zhou Yi Wandering on the streets, from time to time he stepped on the skeletons of frozen and starved people.
"Zhou Fang has only been a country for a hundred years, has it already become so corrupt?"
All the way to the palace, he pulled Guangxi Emperor out of the bed and broke his neck.
In the eyes of Zhou Yi, the Zhou family's status as a grandson of more than ten generations is no different from that of a passerby. The maids who came after hearing the news were shocked to see the emperor's death.
Zhou Yi held Guangxi Emperor's head and said coldly, "We want to be the emperor!"
After hearing this, everyone did not dare to have any objection, and they all knelt on the ground and shouted long live.
The next day.
Zhou Yi proclaimed himself emperor and changed the Yuan Dynasty to orthodoxy.
When he first came to the throne, he cleansed the court on a large scale, beheaded 50% of the officials, and rebuilt Eastern Depot with the proceeds from confiscating their homes.
Eastern Depot monitors the world, measures acres, and averages land.
Anyone in the world who stands in the way will be killed without mercy. Anyone who rises up will be killed violently by the leader, and it will be put down within a few days.
Zhou Yi sat on the dragon chair, his eyes changing, looking at the world through the palace gate.
It seems like nostalgia and indifference.
"I will complete what the late Emperor left unfinished!"
Ten years later.
Great Zhou Zhongxing.