After going down to court, Pei Jiufeng left a few old ministers behind and asked, "Do you know the whereabouts of Immortal Master Gao Ren?"

Hearing the words, the old ministers looked at each other: "There are two people who are profound in Buddhism, one is in Huguo Temple, and the other is wandering around the world without a trace. There are three Taoist priests, one was born in Qingyun Temple, and the other two have no sect, forming their own sect. ."

Some of these high-level immortal masters were born with auspiciousness, for example, they caused the colorful clouds to fill the sky, and the cranes coiled and croaked. Some have shown their hand in the folk, such as solving a case, catching a murderer, etc., so they have a high reputation. But to say that they really have the ability to call the wind and call the rain, several old officials do not believe it.

After living for a long time, several people have seen all kinds of monsters and ghosts. Everyone in the world is mortal, and there are no masters or immortals.

The world is bustling, all come for profit; the world is bustling, all for profit. All fame is just a clever means for fame and fortune.

But in front of Pei Jiufeng, who would dare to tell the truth?

Not knowing what he was going to do, the old officials naturally said conservatively.

"Announce them all into the palace!" Pei Jiufeng ordered directly without answering their questions.

After a few old ministers responded, they ordered them to retire.

After sitting for a while, rubbing the dragon chair made of gold and inlaid with gems, he looked down at the gorgeous and noble emperor's robe he was wearing.

Clean and tidy cannot be used to describe these, this is expensive, supreme, glorious, embroidered with lifelike patterns of gold and silver threads.

When he was Wang Dagen in his dream, he wore a single coat that was not enough to keep out the cold. Because of his daily work, the single coat was dirty all day long, and his mouth was ripped from time to time.

He endured exhaustion at first, and washed up after dinner in the evening, and asked Wang Dachun to make up.

Later, do not wash, do not make up.

He is warm right now.

The best fabrics in the world are used to make his clothes, fine inside and out, soft and close to the body to keep warm.

The emperor's court clothes were full of gems and beads, and it was a bit heavy to wear, but it gave him a sense of peace of mind.

He sat, and somehow felt hungry again.

Mingming had eaten a lot of breakfast, but perhaps influenced by Wang Dagen in his dream, he always felt hungry, as if there were insects gnawing in his stomach.

He left Xuanming Hall, returned to the bedroom, and ordered people to come up with a meal.

eat and drink.

He couldn't eat much.

Because he's not really hungry, he's just psychologically hungry.

After only eating two pieces of dim sum and half a cup of soup, felt suffocated. This feeling of fullness came from the body, telling him that he couldn't eat any more.

Pei Jiufeng covered her bloated stomach, her face very ugly.

He was a good emperor, what was it like being tortured by that demon?

I can't help but think, when will the masters and immortals enter the capital? Before that, what if he falls into a dream again?

Although the disaster relief money and food have been approved, will the demon really let him go? Pei Jiufeng was at a loss.

He couldn't eat anything, and his stomach was full of panic, so he simply went out for a walk.

Go to the imperial garden, enjoy the flowers, and digest food.

Compared with the narrow, dilapidated and dirty Qingxian County, the exotic flowers and plants, rockery pools, pavilions and pavilions in the Imperial Garden are like a fairyland in the sky.

Pei Jiufeng walked in and looked at the beautiful scenery, but her heart gradually sank.

He lives in such a fairyland, but the people live in water and fire, and they have no food or drink. Will the demon really let him go?

"Why is the emperor frowning?" A concerned and submissive female voice came.

Pei Jiufeng looked up and saw that it was a beauty in his harem.

A bit cooked.

After thinking about it carefully, it is the beauty who drew the abyss graffiti.

In fact, it's only been a few days.

But in Pei Jiufeng's heart, it was a long, long time.

The days in the dream were extremely difficult to live, and he only felt that he hadn't seen her for several years.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked.

He wasn't so disgusted with women who didn't crawl on the bed.

However, looking at her fair and tender skin, soft and slender figure, and the beautiful dress she was wearing, somehow thought of Wang Dachun.

He somewhat understood the demon's mood.

As a young woman, Wang Dachun worked hard to make a living. Why do these women have to eat and drink without having to do anything? !

It looks so good, it's useless!

He looked dissatisfied, and was not shy to show it.

"This bastard, why do you show your face when you see it?" A gray voice sounded in his head.

Shaoyin said, "I don't know."

And not curious at all.

Has the tyrant ever had a good look on anyone? Smelly face is the norm.

"Seeing the emperor standing here alone, I'm a little worried." Shaoyin's expression was submissive and his face was concerned, "The emperor's eyes are bruised, haven't you slept well?"

Of course he didn't sleep well!

Or in other words, didn't sleep at all!

After suffering for half a month in a dream, can it be called sleep?

Pei Jiufeng's temper suddenly came up, and she said impatiently, "Get out!"

Shaoyin: "..."

Go go go.

"Yes, the emperor takes care of the dragon's body." She blessed her body and stepped back.

In his head, Gray said angrily, "He actually told you to get out! When he falls asleep at night, we call him good-looking!"

"No hurry." Shaoyin said, "Let him have a good life for two days, lest he forget the taste of a good life."

Ash puzzled: "Why?"

"Always endure hardship without complaining." Shaoyin explained patiently, "When there is bitterness, there is sweetness, and when there is sweetness, there is bitterness. If he is not allowed to live a beautiful life as an emperor for a few days, how can he understand Wang Dagen's suffering more deeply?"

Like Wang Dagen, he never felt pain in his life.

He just felt hungry and cold.

Because he has never been sweet, there is no comparison, and he does not know bitterness.

Pei Jiufeng was anxious for a few days, and did not dare to fall asleep at night, for fear of being dragged into a dream again.