Foxes really did like grapes.
Zi Shou was enjoying himself with Daji in Shouxian Palace.
The Pool of Wine and Forest of Meat had both turned out nicely. If Wan Nian had not stuck his oar in, they would have been almost perfect recreations of history.
Zi Shou rewarded Wan Nian with a heap of money and a carriage, then sent him out of Chaoge.
He had dreamed of the Hundred Herbs Classic, which recorded all manner of plants, but if he never went to see those plants with his own eyes, how could he truly understand them?
Knowledge gained in dreams was shallow after all!
The world was so vast that he simply had to see it for himself-and grow some hair along the way.
There was no need to worry about his safety, either. With Shennong watching over him, nothing could go wrong.
After Wan Nian left, Zi Shou felt especially relaxed. He imagined the other structures Daji had commissioned could not be too far off the mark, either. A demon consort really did suit his tastes better. He would inspect the Star-Plucking Tower and the West Garden zoo in a little while.
Daji's fair legs extended partway into the warm pool. Zi Shou lay beside it, resting his head on her slightly plump thighs as he dozed.
This was where Daji differed from Long Ji. Long Ji was too young; her lap did not make quite the perfect pillow.
When no one else was around, Daji could even let out her great tail and draw it up over his chest as a blanket.
Sometimes the tail would twitch mischievously, tickling Zi Shou with its fine hairs and making him sneeze.
With a slight turn of his head, he could even have his ears cleaned.
The experience soothed