Cultivando Zhenguan
Li Shimin: "Eu quero construir o Palácio de Luoyang!" Zhang Xuansu: "Majestade! Quando o Palácio de Epang foi concluído, o povo de Qin se dispersou; quando o Palácio de Zhanghua foi terminado, o povo de Chu se afastou; quando o Palácio de Qianyang ficou pronto, o povo de Sui se desintegrou. Peço-lhe que seja cauteloso!" Li Tai: "Eu quero construir o Palácio Divino de Wanxiang!" Fang Xuanling: "Príncipe Wei, desde que o dinheiro não venha dos cofres do Estado e as pessoas não sejam sobrecarregadas com trabalhos forçados, fique à vontade." Li Shimin: "......" Nota: Nesta obra, os conflitos seguem o sistema de 'Shen San', e o poder de combate é baseado no período em que a energia espiritual era escassa após a queda do primeiro meteoro.
Cultivando Zhenguan
Chapter 1: The Locust Plague of the Zhenguan Era
In the second year of Zhenguan, the capital suffered a drought, and locusts swarmed in great numbers. Emperor Taizong entered the imperial gardens to inspect the crops. Upon seeing the locusts, he picked up a few and cursed them: “People depend on grain for their lives, yet you devour it, bringing harm to the people. If the people have erred, the fault lies with me alone. If you possess any spirit, devour my heart instead—spare the people.” He was about to swallow them when those around him hurriedly dissuaded him: “It may bring illness—please do not.” Taizong replied, “If I hope to divert disaster onto myself, why fear sickness?” He swallowed the locusts. From then on, the locusts never again became a plague. — Wu Jing
“The locust plague—it has truly arrived!”
Li Tai stood in the vegetable garden of the Prince of Yue’s residence, watching as locusts appeared. He strode forward and crushed one underfoot.
With a grave expression, Li Tai turned to the maid beside him and said, “White Crane, please ask Chief Historian Yu to come to the pavilion. I have something to discuss with him.”
“As you command!” White Crane, taller than Li Tai by more than a head, her beautiful legs comprising half her stature, her skin like polished jade, turned and departed at his words. Raised in the palace, her every movement was dignified, each step nearly flawless.
Soon, a middle-aged scholar, dressed in crimson robes and girded with a green jade pendant at his waist, hurried to the fields. He gazed carefully to
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