Chapter 502

"The body measurements of the True Lord's disciples have been recorded by this concubine. I will work hard to make them, two sets for summer, two sets for spring and autumn. The young master is still young and grows fast, so I will make two extra sets that are larger. It should be done within half a month." Zhou Sanniang was as respectful as if facing a god. "Where should I send them to the True Lord?"

"No need to be so urgent, tiring the body, just do it slowly. No need to send it anywhere. Now I am no longer in the capital. Today is just the middle of the month, so let's set it for the evening of the last day of this month. After it is done, Zhou Sanniang, put it in the courtyard, and I will take it away myself."

"Oh my! Recorded!"

Zhou Sanniang said she was surprised, but it didn't seem that surprising. Saying she wasn't surprised was impossible. In her heart, she still felt it was extraordinary.

"Plus the cloth, how much reward is needed?"

"Ah? The True Lord is really shaming this concubine!"

Zhou Sanniang heard him say this and was immediately terrified, even if one leg was broken, she wanted to hold the table and stand up, and then perform a kneeling ceremony to him:

"Where would I dare to accept the True Lord's silver? Who among the people of the capital doesn't know that on the day the city was broken, it was the True Lord who sent the Dharma decree through his subordinates, ordering the army that broke the city not to burn, kill, or loot, so we escaped a disaster. The officials and nobles of the capital all said that if it weren't for this, those military gentlemen who broke the city would be afraid of squeezing us clean, burning the houses, and I don't know how much more humiliation and torture there would be!"

"That was the army of Lord Luo's confidant general. He had also lived in the capital, so it wouldn't be like that." Lin Jue comforted her like this, and took out an irregular piece of gold from his hand. "I haven't used silver for a long time. Only the fox in my family dug out some gold when playing in the mountains, so use this as a reward."

"No, no... dare not, dare not... If this is said out, others won't scold this concubine to death, they will laugh at this concubine to death!"

Zhou Sanniang refused to accept it no matter what.

This scene made the two apprentices who hadn't entered the sect stare blankly.

Lin Jue thought for a moment, and then took back the gold.

"Zhou Sanniang just said that after Lord Luo's enthronement ceremony, he will leave the city to go north to worship heaven and ancestors?"

"Yes! Many people went to see! At this moment, there are many soldiers and generals over there!"

"Since this is the case—"

Lin Jue looked down at her leg: "Then I will invite Zhou Sanniang to go over there to watch the fun, as a reward for Zhou Sanniang helping my two apprentices who haven't entered the sect to tailor clothes."

"Is the True Lord going to take me to see?"

"Naturally, Zhou Sanniang will go see it herself."

Zhou Sanniang hadn't recovered yet, when she saw this True Lord in front of her lower his head and exhale a breath at her leg.

"Hoo..."

That was a wisp of smoke like mist and clouds, which swirled in the air and then drilled into her leg.

"Zhou Sanniang should hurry up and tidy up, close the door and go watch the fun." Lin Jue smiled and bowed to her, "Thank you here, and say goodbye first."

The two apprentices who hadn't entered the sect also reacted with different speeds. Xu Yi, who reacted quickly, pulled Pu Mei and followed Lin Jue.

Zhou Sanniang behind, however, waited for a while, until they left the shop, before she came back to her senses. She tentatively wanted to stand up, only to find that her leg could move and bear weight, and standing like this didn't hurt at all, as if it had healed.

"Thank you, True Lord Lin!"

The sound of Zhou Sanniang's gratitude came from behind.

Zhou Sanniang's mind was very active. She knew that what True Lord Lin gave her was not just a healed leg and a lively scene.

Her craftsmanship in the capital was also famous. Many high officials and nobles of the previous dynasty would ask her to make clothes, and would ask her to go to the mansion to teach the women in the mansion skills. When she went out to watch the fun and was recognized, someone would definitely remember that her leg was hit by the previous city defense army, and would ask.

I remember that last year there was a master craftsman in the city, surnamed Gu, whose craftsmanship in construction was divine. It is said that after True Lord Lin became an immortal, he also entrusted a dream to ask him to help build palaces and pavilions.

This matter was widely spread in the capital.

Originally, although Master Gu was famous, he was old after all. After this incident, many high officials and nobles in the city asked him to help plan when building houses and donating to build palaces and temples. This year, the Zixiao Palace in the capital was also designed and built by him.

Although she didn't tailor clothes for True Lord Lin after he became an immortal—probably the immortal didn't wear mortal clothes anymore—tailoring clothes for his newly accepted disciples was about the same, right?

Thinking like this, she thanked him repeatedly.

The two apprentices who hadn't entered the sect looked back and saw that she had stood up, her face full of joy, and couldn't help but look at each other, and then looked at the figure in front.

It seemed that the "Master" who was respected and loved everywhere he went, and for whom others refused to accept money for making clothes, and the immortal energy that could cure a lame leg with one breath, left a deep impression in their young hearts.

And the Daoist just said to them:

"Follow me. Changing the world, the founding Emperor ascending the throne, this may be the most special and grandest day in the last hundred years. If you are born at the wrong time, forget it. Since you have encountered it, if you don't come to see it with your own eyes, you will definitely feel regret when you think back many years later."

How could the boy understand the Master's care? He only knew to follow him.

And at this time, the palace gate was already lively.

Amnesty for the world, clearing up accumulated cases, reducing taxes and corvee, distributing porridge and rice, rewarding the elderly, and taking in displaced people.

These were all common policies used by dynasties to celebrate the world and win the hearts of the people after changing the world.

The so-called celebration of the world does not mean that you hold a happy event and tell the people, and the people will be happy. They are all people who have just walked through the pain of war and may have just been displaced. If you want the people to celebrate and be happy with you, you must have tangible benefits and discounts.

Furthermore, the imperial court allocated funds to repair civilian houses damaged in the war, notified local government offices, provided convenience for those who fled to return to their hometowns, and opened the grievance drums at the government office. As long as someone harmed others for profit during the war, the victims could go to the government office to complain and beat the drums. After all, it was more than what the founding emperors of the past did. Some people heard these decrees, and knowing that this Emperor was the former County Lieutenant of the capital, who was famous for justice and was squeezed out of office because of justice, they truly showed joy, and some even cheered at the palace gate, spreading it to the surroundings.

Not long after, the Emperor left the Imperial Palace.

The long street had long been firmly guarded by elite soldiers and strong generals, and the people could only stand behind the armored soldiers and watch from afar.

Truly a Son of Heaven on horseback!

That Emperor did not ride in a dragon carriage, nor did he let people carry him, but rode a tall horse himself, moving forward under the protection of his personal guards, his eyes like torches, examining all sides.

Where his eyes reached, no one dared to look him in the eye.

Many people and officials knelt down one after another, and even monks and practitioners bent down to salute, not daring to raise their heads.

"Long live Your Majesty..."

Lord Luo's figure was still mighty. Since he had won the world with his own hands, he naturally hadn't abandoned his martial arts. Riding on a horse, wearing a black and gold dragon robe, he gave people a strong sense of oppression.

At the age of over forty, his full beard had been carefully groomed, looking finally without the original down-and-out look. However, the extra scars on his face did not reduce his vicissitudes, but mixed with the majesty of sweeping across most of the world in seven years, showing in another form.

At this moment, I am afraid that even if there were yaoguai, ghosts, and foxes hiding in the capital, they would not dare to come out and show their faces.

Even if there were divine beings descending to the mortal realm to join in the fun, facing this human Emperor, they would not dare to look him in the eye.

The Emperor still turned his head, examining all sides.

His eyes swept over the ragged people, over the merchants and wealthy households with decent clothes, over the high officials and nobles of the past and present, and even over those yaoguai and ghosts who didn't look like people and might have been mixed in the human world, greedy for prosperity and hadn't left during the war. He ignored them and continued to scan along the street.

Only when he saw some familiar figures from the past, such as the strange people and scholars of the Ju Xian Fu, such as the officials of the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Ancestral Temples, such as the county officials of the capital, such as the Jianghu people he had drunk with and even given him some special information, would his eyes stay for a few more moments.

Stay for a few more moments, and then look elsewhere.

The accompanying guards, ritual officials, and ministers all thought this was the Emperor inspecting the world he had won and examining his subjects. Only the confidant general who drank with the Emperor last night knew that he was looking for someone.

Looking for an old friend.

Someone who hadn't come to see him for so long after he entered the capital, but he felt would definitely come today.

But he didn't see him.

Probably afraid of affecting his ceremony?

The Emperor's procession slowly left the North City Gate.

Lin Jue was on the roof of a small building, using the breath exhaled by the fox as a cover, watching him leave the city.

Occasionally looking up—

It turned out that whenever such a major event happened in the human world, the gods of the heavens and the immortals of the mountains would also come to watch and witness it with their own eyes, but they mostly stood on the clouds, and the human world couldn't see them.

These immortals were really idle.

But not all of them came to watch the fun.

Lin Jue saw a divine official holding a huge feather, not knowing which bird it came from, and not knowing what it was dipped in, waving it lightly in the air, as if smearing on a painting.

Purple energy immediately appeared in the northern sky.

The people below immediately cheered!

There were also divine officials who received the decree to drive five-colored auspicious clouds over.

The people below exclaimed again!

With the establishment of the new dynasty, there were such heavenly phenomena, which was truly a scene of auspiciousness, truly explaining that this Emperor was the destiny of heaven, and truly able to settle the hearts of the people.

Seeing this, Lin Jue's heart moved, and he took out a white jade bottle from his sleeve and blew a breath at it lightly.

The rosy light flowing out of the bottle was blown into the sky.

So in that purple energy and auspicious clouds, there was another touch of gradient fantasy.

"Long live my Emperor!"

"Long live, long live, long live!"

"The immortals have manifested!"

"Your Majesty is the destiny of heaven!"

Most people had never seen such divine miracles in their lives, just as most people would never see the day of the change of dynasty and the enthronement of a new Emperor.

Naturally, as an Emperor who led troops himself and won the world with his own hands, as an Emperor who had the courage to behead gods when he was still in his humble beginnings, Lord Luo didn't care about these. What destiny of heaven, what recognition of gods, should be something a great Emperor disdained.

If he really wanted to say it, he did have the capital for it.

The one who was truly the destiny of heaven, the one who was truly recognized and selected by the gods, was that Shu Xianwen, was that King Yue in the south at this time, but so what? One was already dead, and the other had retreated to the south.

Just an inadvertent glance, glimpsing the rosy light in the sky at this moment, seemingly purple but not purple, seemingly red but orange, seemingly pink but white, white with green, multiple colors without boundaries, gradually turning into a gentle fantasy, a daze, reminded him of the days of riding horses in the boundless desert in the Western Regions and on the undulating thousand-mile grassland many years ago.