Cai Jing leaned back and said, "If you don't tell me what's really in your heart, how can I help you?"
"I want to record the scene of the emperor reviewing the soldiers' drills and then broadcast it on the Lantern Festival..."
"Wait a minute!" Cai Jing sat up straight. "Tell me more clearly, can you record the scene of the emperor reviewing the soldiers? And can you broadcast... broadcast..."
"Play."
"What do you mean? I don't understand." Cai Jing blinked his eyes, his face full of confusion.
Zhang Shixun took out his PDA, turned on the camera and pointed it at the old man: "Prime Minister Cai, smile."
"Wha…what?"
"Just smile."
Cai Jing forced a smile, which was uglier than crying.
Zhang Shixun replayed the video and showed it to Cai Jing.
When Cai Jing saw himself in the video, his mouth opened wide and his jaw almost dropped. "Is it me in the Heavenly Book?"
Because he had seen the "Book of Heaven" before, he wishfully believed that the thing in Zhang Shixun's hand was the Book of Heaven.
"Exactly."
"You got me into the Book of Heaven?"
"No, I just put your portrait in."
Cai Jing stood up, stretched out his skinny hand to pull Zhang Shixun, and said pitifully: "Shixun, can you get my true body into the heavenly book?"
"This..." Zhang Shixun was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. This request was impossible to fulfill.
"To be honest, I am now in my twilight years and my health is getting worse day by day. If Shixun can help me enter the fairyland, it would be like a rebirth for me. All my property can be given to you."
Zhang Shixun almost laughed out loud.
Damn it! After doing bad things all your life, you still want to be a god. What a dream!
"Prime Minister Cai, heaven isn't as wonderful as one might imagine. Take Guanghan Palace, for example. It's so cold and desolate, not even a blade of grass grows there. Rather than staying there, it's better to live a good life on earth. Just as Su Xueshi said in his poem: 'Dancing with my shadow, it doesn't feel like being in the human world.'"
"Let's not go to Guanghan Palace. Let's go somewhere else, as long as it's a fairyland."
Zhang Shixun shook his head. "If you want to become an immortal, you must be registered as an immortal. Without it, no one can take you to heaven."
At this point, he had an idea and thought: I wonder if Wang Dong can make something that can fly, such as a hot air balloon or something. This should not be difficult.
I'll go and persuade that guy to get one to play with.
It would definitely be cool to take a balloon ride around the city of Bianliang.
Of course, it would be even cooler to fly around in a time machine.
Unfortunately, the energy of the time machine is almost exhausted and cannot be used easily.
Seeing that his goal could not be achieved, Cai Jing sat back in his chair dejectedly and sighed.
Cai Tao walked over and massaged his shoulders while comforting him: "Dad, although your health is not as good as before, you are still healthy. As long as you take good care of yourself, you will definitely live a long and happy life."
Zhang Shixun laughed and said, "Yearning for immortals is a normal human emotion and it's not funny at all."
Cai Jing nodded and said, "I will go to the palace this afternoon to meet the emperor and ask him to inspect the Tianwu Army tomorrow. If my prediction is correct, the emperor will definitely go."
Zhang Shixun bowed and said, "In that case, I will wait for good news."
Cai Jing waved his hand and said, "Go and get busy. I will give you an order when the time comes."
Zhang Shixun turned and walked out the door, but just as he reached the door, he came back and said with a smile, "If Prime Minister Cai's health permits, please try to accompany him when the emperor reviews the troops tomorrow."
This is a chance to show off.
Cai Jing was a shrewd man and immediately understood his intention, so he smiled and said, "I understand... Go, go!"
The next morning, Zhao Ji arrived at Tianwu Army as scheduled.
He and Cai Jing sat in sedan chairs respectively, followed by a group of civil and military ministers.
The civil officials were headed by Cai Jing, and the others included Liang Shicheng, Wang Fu, Li Bangyan, etc.
As for the military officers, the leader was not Gao Qiu, but a tall and burly man, followed by Gao Qiu, He Guan and others.
Zhao Ji got out of the sedan chair only when he arrived at the gate of the military camp.
Zhang Shixun, dressed in military uniform, came out of the barracks with a group of officers to greet them.
Seeing Zhao Ji coming, he slammed his feet together and said, "All the officers and soldiers of the First Army of the Right Wing of the Tianwu Army respectfully welcome your Majesty."
The voice was loud and clear, and it was a military salute.
The so-called military salute in the Song Dynasty was the bow, which was a salute with hands clasped together, performed in a standing position without kneeling.
Zhang Shixun's military salute was pleasing to the eye. He stood straight and looked energetic and pleasing to the eye.
"Shixun, are you ready?" Zhao Ji looked at him with a smile.
"Your Majesty, all the soldiers are ready to march and await your inspection."
"Lead the way!"
“Here!”
When Zhao Ji appeared on the First Army's playground, a loud command was heard: Salute...
"Hiss...!" Zhao Ji looked around and couldn't help but gasp.
There were six mighty and orderly military formations lined up on the playground, with the ranks straight and horizontal, like six blocks of tofu.
Each tofu block has fifty people horizontally and vertically, forming six square formations.
The soldiers wore the red uniforms of the Song Dynasty and held uniform spears. They were all in high spirits and saluted the emperor with their eyes fixed.
Zhao Ji felt a little nervous for some reason. It was because he had never seen such a strict and majestic military formation. Even his ceremonial guards were not so orderly.
"Your Majesty, please review it!" Zhang Shixun drew the sword from his waist and slashed it down with a "swish".
This action scared everyone present. Drawing a sword in front of the emperor was a very serious matter.
Wang Fu was about to scold him, but since the emperor hadn't spoken, he couldn't intervene. So he suppressed his impulse and thought to himself that he would impeach this guy later.
What he didn't know was that Zhang Shixun had already told Zhao Ji the review process through Gao Qiu, including the detail of drawing the sword.
But Gao Qiu disagreed. Drawing a sword in front of the emperor, what a joke!
Zhang Shixun had very sufficient reasons. The etiquette of drawing the sword was very important. Firstly, it demonstrated the military might of the Song Dynasty, and secondly, it intimidated the hidden evil spirits.
Gao Qiu hesitated for a long time before finally agreeing reluctantly, saying that it could only be implemented with the emperor's consent.
In order to eliminate Zhao Ji's worries, Gao Qiu specially got Zhang Shixun an unsharpened knife, which made Zhang Shixun laugh and cry.
Gao Qiu saw the emperor sitting on his horse in a daze and could not help but whisper a reminder: "Your Majesty, please review it."
"Oh!" Zhao Ji was confused and subconsciously shook the reins.
The white horse under his crotch pranced forward.
Zhang Shixun guarded Zhao Ji from the side and rear.
When he walked to the front of the team, Zhao Ji looked at the neat queue and felt a sense of pride and honor in his heart.
This kind of pride and pride is unconscious.
He always hoped that his army would be powerful and invincible. Unfortunately, even his own imperial guards were loose and disorganized. How could they have ever seen the majestic appearance of the First Army before them?
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