When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

After returning from Shenxiu Mountain, Zhao Qing sighed repeatedly, saying that the scenery of this mountain was beautiful, but he could not enjoy it to the fullest.

The two of them discussed it.

Ten miles away from Shenxiu Mountain, there is another Peach Blossom Mountain, where peach blossoms are in full bloom, and it is also extremely beautiful.

So the two of them rode on horseback without stopping for a moment. As soon as they arrived three miles away from Peach Blossom Mountain, they smelled the rich fragrance of peach blossoms.

Climbing to the top of the mountain, the peach blossoms covered people's eyes and were beautiful.

Zhao Qing was very excited and completely forgot what happened just now. He picked a branch of peach blossoms and was full of joy.

There is a painter on Peach Blossom Mountain.

Every morning, he sets up the shelf and sits in some places with good views and beautiful scenery.

If he sees tourists.

He will ask if he needs to paint. It can be regarded as a free and easy job to make a living from this.

But now the world is getting chaotic.

Tourists who come here either have no money or are not in the mood. The business of the painters is not good. Most of them have changed their careers. Those who stick to it are all skilled painters.

A painter noticed the two people who came to visit.

He asked tentatively.

"Do you want to paint?"

Zhao Qing was stunned, and his eyes lit up after understanding, and he said yes.

She stood under the peach blossoms, smiling very sincerely, and the breeze blew, mixed with the fragrance of peach blossoms, and she was also very beautiful.

The painter was stunned and hesitated to write, and his face turned red.

Li Changxiao stood aside, watching this scene, took a sip of wine, and gently patted the painter's shoulder.

When he patted for the second time, he suddenly withdrew his hand.

He sighed and took another sip of wine.

He wanted to use the power of dreams to make the painter gradually forget the woman under the peach blossoms after finishing this painting...

So as to avoid lovesickness in the future, and not being able to get it, and wasting his life.

But he felt that it was too overbearing to interfere with other people's memories like this?

They might not want to forget. They might not be like this.

He was too sentimental.

Feeling a pat on his shoulder, the painter came back to his senses and looked back at Li Changxiao with a puzzled look.

Li Changxiao took out a tael of silver and said that he would pay first, and there was no need to change, because he was very rich and had a lot of money.

The painter took the silver and his eyes gradually became focused. The pen and ink snaked on the paper, with lightness, heaviness, and speed, as if there was a charm.

After a stick of incense.

He tore the white paper in half, crumpled it into a ball, threw it aside, and started painting again.

Li Changxiao picked up the white paper and thought it was well painted, so he asked the painter why he tore it up, because the price of paper was not cheap.

The painter only replied that it was not good enough.

This painting took less than an hour.

The woman standing under the peach blossoms, bathing in the breeze, was completely engraved on the paper, with a light expression.

Zhao Qing was shocked when she saw it. She couldn't believe that the person on the paper was actually herself. She was not surprised by the beauty of the painting, but her expression.

Immediately, she thought of something and wanted to draw another one, but this time, she wanted to add Li Changxiao.

The painter said yes, and after the two of them posed, he began to paint.

It just made him a little distressed.

The woman was okay, but the white-clothed guest always fell asleep while painting.

And he was addicted to alcohol.

He always liked to take a sip from time to time.

The poses that were originally posed would always destroy the pattern and beauty because of this.

The painter felt very tricky, but the other person gave him one or two silver coins. He was a rich man, so he had to serve him attentively.

Zhao Qing smiled sympathetically.

He said to the painter: "This person is like this, don't worry about him, just paint like this."

The painter nodded.

So, he drew a strange picture: the setting sun, the peach tree, the man sleeping soundly, and the woman looking at the man helplessly.

After the painting was finished.

Li Changxiao was still sleeping.

Zhao Qing put away both paintings.

Then he took out the list and ticked on it, which was considered to be another item completed.

…

Early August.

Lingtian Dynasty’s national birthday.

In the luxurious palace.

The princes lined up in a long line and presented their carefully prepared gifts.

The princes with status and position lined up at the front of the line.

Every time a gift was presented, the eunuchs on the side would report loudly.

This birthday banquet is a platform to show one’s talents and means.

A prince’s talents, means of employing people, vision, family background, etc., can be seen from a birthday banquet gift.

“One portion of East China Sea Dragon Cream…”

“One portion of Qingsui Jade…”

…

After the gifts were presented, they were given a seat at the table and had dinner with the high and mighty emperor.

Li Shanhe already had some white hair on his temples, and there were a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but they were not obvious.

Before his spiritual energy was exhausted, he was already quite old, and with the previous life exchange, he began to show his old age.

Sitting high in the hall, his face was still majestic, and he gently raised the bronze wine cup.

More than 400 princes raised their glasses at the same time.

Outside the palace.

The eunuch shouted: "Raise your glasses!"

The powerful officials in the court, thousands of people, all raised their glasses at the same time...

The movements were neat, and just this simple movement showed the terrifying power and majesty of the emperor in the world, above millions of people, vividly.

Who wouldn't yearn for it?

How could the more than 400 princes in the palace not fight?

Ninety percent of them had fiery eyes... If they could enter the palace, it would prove that they had a share in this world!

However.

When the princes yearned for power.

No one noticed.

The man sitting on the high hall, wearing a royal robe, had a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Such a huge empire.

It was a pity that he could not live as long as it.

He was now willing but unable to do anything about the affairs of the country.

Giving up power was a helpless move.

He turned all the helplessness and sorrow into wine in the cup, and just sighed in his heart that in the face of time, there was no difference between the emperor and ordinary people.

He drank the wine in one gulp.

…

Outside the hall.

The fifth prince Li Tianyu was sitting next to Li Tianxia.

Li Tianyu lowered his voice and said, "Sister, someone has come to me during this period, and I have figured out some things."

Li Tianxia smiled slightly, drank the nectar on the table, and ignored it.

Li Tianyu said, "I heard that on September 9th."

"There will be a good play in Beimo. I wonder if my sister is interested in going to watch it with me?"

"Oh?" Li Tianxia asked curiously, "Good play? What good play?"

Li Tianyu didn't care whether Li Tianxia was pretending or not. He said, "On September 9th, the famous Wang Family Opera Troupe will be touring Beimo."

"I wonder if my sister is interested? If so, you and I will drive a carriage and set off tomorrow. We can have fun along the way."

"Since my brother has invited me, I have to go anyway." Li Tianxia said with a smile.