Distant Mountain Battle Song

Chapter 132: The Yellow Emperor took away our fire.
The fall of most dynasties on Earth was related to natural disasters.

Most of the Han people's records of natural disasters are from after the Yellow Emperor. The story of Hou Yi, the tribal leader of the Xia Dynasty, shooting down the suns should be related to a severe drought.

At the end of Emperor Shun's reign, torrential rains fell from the sky, causing widespread floods. Later, Yu the Great was tasked with controlling the floods, which undoubtedly indicates that this was a terrifying flood disaster.

Since then, historical records of various disasters have been endless, and whenever the consequences of these disasters are mentioned, they bring tears to the eyes of future generations.

Even in modern times, when disasters strike, there are still no good ways to deal with them. El Niño and La Niña, whenever they come, bring human catastrophe.

These disasters are basically the consequences of climate disorder.

As the mist and rain began to fall again over Chang'an, and as the fine, needle-like raindrops landed on the flowers, leaves, and branches of the plants, as gently as a lover's caress, Yun Ce couldn't help but recall the scene of being hit by hail in Xi'an, hailstones the size of pigeon eggs.

The hailstorm cost Yun Ce over ten thousand yuan to repair his car.

In such a desolate place as Chuyun Prefecture, the greatest disaster Yun Ce had ever witnessed was a thunderstorm and a rainstorm. Even at its worst, the rainstorm only created a large pond on the wasteland, which disappeared after five days.

Furthermore, Izumo Castle itself has no water source; it's the damn Takara Mountain that's always busy sending rain and snow, ensuring that this city of a million people never has to worry about water shortages.

As for the drought, I haven't heard of it. The biggest fire was actually caused by Yun Ce himself, outside the protection area of ​​Shehuo.

Now, thinking about those innocent beasts that died, Yun Ce felt a vague sense of guilt.

Such a good place, such a good climate, so many people, yet they refuse to manage and govern it properly. If they don't govern it, fine, but they should just follow the 'Huang-Lao philosophy' developed by Huo Qubing and let the people find their own food in the wild and fend for themselves. Instead, they insist on dividing the people into several categories and creating a large group of slaves to serve them.

If you put all these guys on Earth, they'd all starve to death.

It was all the Yellow Emperor's fault. He took the ancestral fire from the earth, making the weather there unpredictable, which caused the Chinese people on that land to suffer so much.

This is what Yun Ce was thinking when he faced a large field of wheat seedlings that were about to enter the grain-filling stage.

"What are you thinking about, my lord?" Zhang Min's soft voice came from behind.

Yun Ce turned around and glanced at Zhang Min, finally fixing his gaze on her half-covered snow-white breasts. He frowned and scolded, "You're not completely healed yet, and you're already showing off everywhere? Go back and put on your old clothes. If you dare to show so much again, I'll send you to Wanchun Pavilion in Jimingyi to show off."

As Zhang Min spread her arms and danced lightly in the rain and mist, she smiled and said to Yun Ce, "The clothes we wore before were thick and tight. That's not how a Han woman should behave."

The rain and mist soaked Zhang Min's gauze skirt, and once it clung to her body, Yun Ce felt his heart pounding even harder than the drumbeats of E Ji.

Thinking of Eji, Yun Ce took a few steps to the back of a tree, grabbed Eji from there, and tapped her on the forehead, saying, "If you dare to let Zhang Min seduce me, don't expose your skirt to warn me."

With a forced smile, Eji said, "My lord, I am actually eighteen years old this year."

"You told me last year that I was only sixteen."

"Then it's not my fault for being lied to. I've heard that men prefer younger women, so I just said I was two years younger."

Just as Yun Ce was about to yell and curse, he heard Gouzi's voice faintly ring in his mind.

"If her bone age is over sixteen, once I evolve eyes, you can use my eyeballs as bubbles to step on."

"Will you be able to evolve into a human in the future?"

"If dogs can evolve into kobolds, why can't I evolve into a human?"

"That's because dogs are carbon-based life forms, and you are a silicon-based life form."

"I feel that anything is possible here."

Hearing what Gouzi said, Yun Ce draped his outer garment over E Ji's body. This silly woman, Zhang Min wore very little clothing, deliberately letting the rain wet her gauze dress to show off her figure. She stupidly ran out in very little clothing just to get soaked in the rain.

Zhang Min, whose gauze dress was already soaked by the rain, still sang and danced lightly in the rain and mist. It was clear that she was enjoying her beautiful body and the stunning rain and mist.

This has absolutely nothing to do with love; it's only related to one's own tragic past life and the cruel hurt one has suffered. Using something beautiful to make up for the past suffering is like repainting a dirty wall with white paint. As long as no one damages the white wall again, the damage under the paint will never reappear.

"She dances really well, so why can't I dance?"

"I didn't pay attention to her dancing, all I saw was her breasts and... well..."

"I want to dance too."

"Jump if you want to."

"I've heard that the mistresses of wealthy families never use their beauty to amuse men."

"Don't listen to their nonsense. How can outsiders know what happens in a husband and wife's bedroom?"

The two chatted and laughed as they left the lush green fields, leaving this beautiful place for Zhang Min to enjoy alone.

After returning from Yun Ce's manor, Wu Tong went to see Zhang Heng, the transport commissioner. "So, the situation in the ancestral lands might not be much better than that of the Han Dynasty?" Zhang Heng was quite surprised after hearing Wu Tong's guess.

“It’s normal for Yun Ce to cherish people, but it’s unacceptable that he also cherishes slaves. If Yun Ce isn’t pretending, it means that the ancestral land is not only lacking in resources, but also struggling to produce offspring.”

At the same time, what I saw clearly today at the Yun family manor was that their farming practices were meticulous, probably with the aim of feeding more people with the least amount of land.

"Transportation Envoy, as you know, human nature is lazy. The only reason the people of our ancestral land could overcome this laziness and become diligent is their terrible living conditions."

Zhang Heng slowly nodded and said, "Since Yun Ce seized the Shehuo, is it possible that he wants to bring the Shehuo back to its ancestral homeland?"

Wu Tong sighed and said, "I think this is why the Shehuo of Izumo Prefecture can still burn even though the connection with the ancestral fire has been severed."

The folk performances we don't want are being sustained by Yun Ce with his life.

Actually, he didn't need to do that. Since they were brothers of the same lineage, it wasn't something he couldn't say that he would share a wisp of ancestral fire with them.

"If Yun Ce can truly return in a dragon-shaped boat, I would like to go with him and see how they are living now; it would be quite an enjoyable experience."

Zhang Heng also sighed and said, "Since they are poor relatives, and even blood relatives, we should help them if we can."

Now, it all depends on when the High Priest will lay it all out with Yun Ce.

Wu Tong continued, “Until the crisis at Iron Enclosure Pass is resolved, we will ultimately be unable to spare the resources to deal with the emperor’s affairs. In the past six hundred years, we have been too lenient with the emperor.”

"Now, the emperor's behavior gives me the illusion that he seems to be helping the Ghost Fang people against us."

"The Han emperor was originally a distant relative of the royal family in Huo Wang's army. At that time, all the generals persuaded Huo Wang to establish himself, but Huo Wang refused, which is why this great opportunity fell on them."

Now, many years have passed, and those emperors really do consider themselves the masters of the Han Dynasty.

If we could kill Prince Huo back then, we can kill him too. It's just a matter of choosing another member of the Liu family to become emperor.

It was raining in Chang'an today. Liu Changsheng, wearing a cloak, lay down by the hearth early in the morning. In the hearth, a group of candles were leaping and dancing around the ancestral fire.

Occasionally, some candles would be too mischievous and fall out of the fire pit. Liu Changsheng would then use his fingers to help those candles that had strayed from the fire back into the fire pit, allowing them to continue dancing happily.

A tall man entered through the main gate. Even the ancestral fire seemed to have forgotten to continue its dance, instead igniting a ten-foot-high pillar of fire that looked down at the newcomer.

Since Qingfeng and Mingyue were seduced away by Yuheng, only High Priest Liu Changsheng remained in the Dragon God Palace.

Seeing the man in black rudely enter, Liu Changsheng sat up straight and said softly, "Your Majesty, why have you come here so late at night?"

The man in black pulled back his hood, revealing a majestic long face, and knelt before Liu Changsheng, saying, "Reopening the Huo Prince's Mansion is not to the liking of the High Priest?"

Liu Changsheng chuckled and said, "The day after the Dragon-Slaying Stone was placed in the tomb of the King Huo, the once magnificent King Huo Mansion was reduced to ruins."

Historical records state that Emperor Maozong was overjoyed and held a sixteen-day banquet to celebrate with the people. Now you've reopened the Huo Prince's Mansion; aren't you afraid your ancestors will rise from their tombs and punish you?

Emperor Liu Mu sighed heavily and said, "I am not worried that my ancestors will crawl out of their tombs, but I am more worried that Prince Huo will walk out of his tombs."

Liu Changsheng stared coldly at the emperor for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Prince Huo has already passed away."

Emperor Liu Mu was not affected by the sudden burst of laughter and said softly, "The essence of Prince Huo has given birth to a boy and a girl."

Liu Changsheng smiled and asked, "What did Yuheng say?"

Liu Mu shook his head and said, "It was Huang Li, the Director of the Imperial Observatory, who said this. High Priest, this is our problem."

Upon hearing this, Liu Changsheng laughed loudly and said, "This is your trouble, not ours."

"I wish to kill Yuheng. What does the High Priest think?"

Liu Changsheng chuckled and said, "That's your business, it has nothing to do with me."

Liu Mu raised his head and said softly, "Iron Enclosure Pass, doesn't the High Priest care about it either?"

Liu Changsheng laughed and said, "If the Guifang people could have destroyed the Iron Enclosure Pass, they would have been destroyed long ago. There's no need to wait until today."

Liu Mu said softly, "For a very long time, the greatest threat to our Han Dynasty Liu clan has not been the Guifang people, but the arrogant and fierce soldiers in the Iron Enclosure Pass."

"High Priest, you are also a member of my Liu imperial family. Can you really bear to see my Liu imperial family follow in the footsteps of the Xuanyuan clan and make peace with the Guifang?"

High Priest Liu Changsheng glanced at his crotch and chuckled, "I may not be able to do it anymore. The Emperor is in his prime and should be quite popular with the women of the Ghost Fang."

Emperor Liu Mu bowed to Liu Changsheng, then put his hood back on and turned to leave the Dragon God Temple.

(End of this chapter)