Mo Zizai stood on the wooden platform, looking at the Yuzhiwei below, with more than 1,800 people. The number of people was too high or too small. There were so many people standing together neatly. Mo Zizai had only seen that all the classes came out to do radio gymnastics when he was in school in his previous life.

But unlike the chaotic scenes they were doing exercises, the Yuzhiwei in front of them were all wearing blue clothes, with a straight knife on his waist, and standing there straight, without making any unnecessary noises.

After seeing Mo Zizai standing on the stage, all the Yuzhiwei shouted in unison: "We have seen the Master of the Secretariat."

Being greeted by so many people at the same time made Mo Zizai feel a huge satisfaction in his heart. This satisfaction made him feel a sense of elation.

Now, he finally understood a little why so many people have been obsessed with power throughout the ages, because this sense of accomplishment is really addictive.

Mo Zizai took a deep breath and suppressed the throbbing in his heart, because he knew that those in power not only had to hold power, but also had to take responsibility. What he hated the most was responsibility, so he couldn't do this, just be the prince behind the scenes, and being an emperor was a bit too difficult for him.

"I don't have much to say, there are only two things in total."

Mo Zizai looked at the Yuzhi Guard below, without any slightest intention, and said straight to the point: "First, Yuzhi Guard has been renamed Yuzhi Army. From today on, you will be Your Majesty's direct army."

"Second, someone betrayed Yu Naoji tonight and wanted to burn the statue of God. Now he has been killed. The statue of God is safe and sound. What I promised you will send to you tomorrow as promised."

"Not only that, if you find this kind of god again in the future, I will still provide it to you as soon as possible."

"I will provide you with the best resources and the most abundant treatment, and will fully help you practice."

"But these are not without a price. I want you to be the sharpest sword in my hand and to wipe out all enemies for Your Majesty. Can you do it?"

"I wish to die!" Yu Zhijun's voice was uniform, and his voice shook the whole field.

"very good."

Seeing the Yuzhi Army whose morale was soaring, Mo Zizai nodded and gave them a bowl of chicken soup, "The future of the Great Zhou Dynasty will depend on you in the future."

"If you are strong, then the Great Zhou will be strong. If you are strong, then the Great Zhou will be strong!"

"Here!!!"

Facts have proved that as long as the chicken soup is not poured frequently, the effect of the chicken soup is still very useful. When nearly two thousand Yuzhijun heard Mo Zizai's words, his face turned red with excitement, and he wished he could throw his heart out on the spot to show Mo Zizai their loyalty.

"Okay, that's all for me. Let Commander Zhou tell you the rest."

What Mo Zizai said was simple and clear. After the two things were said, they flashed straight away. As for the remaining detailed matters, just let Zhou Qi say them.

Seeing Zhou Qi standing on the wooden platform to summarize what happened tonight and telling Yu Zhijun about their future benefits, Mo Zizai shrugged and said to Qiu Wuping: "Let's go, let's go back to the palace first. Zhou Qi probably won't be able to go back today, so we don't have to wait for him."

"Yes, Prince."

Qiu Wuping naturally had no intention of objection. After nodding, the two of them returned to the city directly.

Although it was not dawn and the city gate had not opened yet, it was impossible for Qiu Wuping to take Mo Zizai directly over the top of the city with him.

Originally, there were experts guarding the city walls, but when he looked up, he saw that it was Qiu Wuping, he muttered silently in his heart, and then went back to sleep, "This old eunuch doesn't sleep for the middle of the night, why are he going out for a walk?"

By the time Mo Zizai rushed back to Shangyang Palace, most of the night had passed. Although with his strength, he was not sleepy after being able to survive for so long, the habit he had developed over the long period of time still made him want to sleep.

Perhaps because Mo Zizai was not here, Tang Weiyi seemed insecure and curled up her body, hugging herself into a small ball and sleeping on the dragon bed.

Mo Zizai glanced at Tang Weiyi's sleeping position, shook his head gently, and after taking off his clothes, he gently got into the quilt.

After Mo Zizai came in, Tang Weiyi had already felt something, but that was the special spiritual consciousness of a martial artist, just like a kind of aura. She would not wake up at all when she realized that the visitor was a familiar person.

It was not until Mo Zizai started to take off her underwear that she was awakened in a daze. When she saw that the person in front of her was Mo Zizai, she squeezed into Mo Zizai's arms and fell asleep again.

Feeling the two bodies that were honest, Mo Zizai looked at the ceiling on the top of Shangyang Palace speechlessly, feeling helpless.

I can only see it, but it feels so hard to eat.

Fortunately, Xiao Lu will almost reach the human realm after all, and then he will have to release all the anger of the last few days. Well, it is best to bring Xiao Lu together.

Tang Weiyi, who was sleeping in a daze, felt something hard to hit her, so she pulled the thing aside.

"Hiss~"

Mo Zizai, who was thinking about beautiful things, was suddenly attacked by Tang Weiyi and couldn't help but gasp, "This girl, can this thing move casually? You can wait, and you must take good care of it if you turn around."

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The next day, the people from Tianjingwei were divided into several teams early in the morning, and no one was responsible for the area, so they began to knock on the doors of wealthy merchants one by one.

Although it is not appropriate to ask for money early in the morning, they are not begging. They are recruiting funds under the emperor's order, so there is no need to look at the time.

However, although the Tianjing Wei went to the early days, there was not much harvest.

Several teams of Tianjing Guards knocked dozens of courtyards in the capital, but except for adding some notes to the list in their hands, they basically gained nothing else.

Xue Wanche and Cui You also led the team in this fundraising, but they both did not gain much. After coming out of a compound, they happened to meet.

"How is it, Xiao Cui, how are you getting?"

Although he did not receive much money, Xue Wanche was the leader of the Tianjing Guard after all, and not many people dared to shy his face, so he still looked smiling.

"I went to the seventeen houses and received a total of 1,700 taels of silver."

Although Cui You was not treated coldly, his face was as dark as the bottom of the pot. "But there are 1,300 taels for me in this thousand three hundred taels, and the remaining 526 taels are for Your Majesty."

"Oh, that's better than you."

Xue Wanche said with a smile: "They gave me three thousand taels, which was enough to pay for my salary for several years. It's so generous."

"If I had known this benefit, I should have gone to their mansion more than two years ago. It's a pity that I'd never have much chance in the future."

Cui You didn't hear what Xue Wanche meant. He asked with a cold face: "How many of them are they giving to His Majesty and to the Great Zhou?"

"It's similar to you, I'm going to charge more than 600 taels."

Xue Wanche didn't seem to think the number was small at all, and even joked: "These people are really smart in calculating. In order to show that they are poor, they even gave them zero and even whole."
Chapter completed!