You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Yu Qingxi drank the tea and felt that the taste was a little familiar. He remembered that he had drunk it once from Changqing.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly, realizing that I was short-sighted. I didn't expect the tea at that time to be so magical.

After the four priests drank the tea, Wang Gang suddenly felt itchy all over his body and his fractures were recovering quickly. The other three felt that their poison was gradually being dissolved by the tea.

His face also became a little rosy, and the four of them were extremely surprised.

Among the officials, a few older men were the most obvious.

The old man who had scolded the emperor harshly straightened his hunched back little by little, his face became rosy, and even his wrinkles became less. Moreover, some of his chronic diseases improved and even healed. He was so excited that he wanted to kneel down directly, but was stopped by Changqing.

Chang Qing then waved his hand to fill the remaining tea in the teapot for everyone, and then said to everyone:

"Since today is New Year's Eve, we naturally want to have a good start."

Changqing took out the tea leaves from each teapot, five leaves in total.

Then she said, "This piece of tea is worth as much as a country's annual income. If you take it directly, you can increase your lifespan by five years! Today, you can talk about some ways to govern a country. The five best ones will be selected and each of them will be rewarded with a piece of tea. The Princess will judge the quality of the strategy."

After saying this, the tea leaves in his hands flew into the sandalwood box that had been prepared long ago and landed on Yu Qingxi's desk.

When everyone heard that they could extend their lifespan by five years, they were immediately excited. With red eyes and heavy breathing, they stared at the boxes. The old men were the most excited and they wished they could embed their eyes into the sandalwood boxes.

Yu Qingxi was also shocked by the value of this piece of tea.

Then he suddenly realized that Changqing was using the treasure to tie these people tightly to himself. He not only got the strategy for governing the country, but also gained the loyalty of these people. It could be said that he killed two birds with one stone.

Everyone in the hall was arguing fiercely, all eager to outdo the others, it was quite lively.

Near noon, the people were finally able to determine their superiors and inferiors, among whom were four older men and a young man who had just entered official career this year.

Among them was the old man who cursed the emperor.

The others could only express regret and their eyes were almost spitting fire when they looked at those five people. In this way, the "New Year's Eve Tea Party" was gradually preserved and became a tradition.

Tea is precious, so Yu Qingxi arranged many people to escort the five people home.

After everyone dispersed, Wang Gang came up with a smirk on his face, and insisted on asking for a few pieces of tea leaves. Chang Qing had no choice but to give him two. The other three priests became jealous and if they had been able to defeat him, they would have just grabbed them.

After the officials went back, the news of the Marquis of Buye caused a sensation among the people in the imperial city overnight. After all, immortal things that could increase lifespan were rare.

Some of the families began to inquire about the situation and try to buy one, but the item was precious and its price could rival that of an entire country, so many people gave up the idea.

But that's not all, some people also found out that this thing was a reward from a tea party hosted by the immortal Chu Sui, and this tea party was a benefit for the officials who surrendered to the princess. This made many families and businessmen start to think about it and keep looking for connections to get close to the princess.

Several of the officials who had not surrendered began to contact the eldest princess in private. In this way, the situation in the court became roughly clear, and those who remained had not surrendered would not be able to make much of a difference.

On another day, in the imperial city, in the Royal Merchant Alliance, news suddenly spread that a piece of Buyehou tea was about to be auctioned.

When many big families heard the news, they immediately began to raise funds, determined to obtain the Marquis of Buye. The imperial city suddenly became lively, and even many people from other countries showed up.

The last piece of Never-Sleeping Marquis was bought by a big family here for nearly 20 million taels of silver.

Afterwards, the dying old man of this big family seemed to have a last burst of light. He got out of bed that day and even went for a walk on the street, which amazed everyone and made people more convinced of the magic of this piece of tea.

Yu Qingxi has been receiving many goodwill expressions from many families in the past two days, and Wang Gang came in and reported: "Your Highness, this is 20 million silver taels obtained from the auction."

Yu Qingxi nodded and breathed a sigh of relief:

"Finally, the finances can breathe a sigh of relief."

He was even more amazed at the magical thing. Just one piece of tea was equivalent to a year's tax revenue, and this piece of tea was naturally one of the tea leaves Wang Gang had obtained.

Two days later, Li Qinghe's funeral was held and he was buried in the imperial mausoleum.

A day later, Yu Qingxi erected a monument for the soldiers who died in the uprising.

Changqing suddenly felt a little sad standing in the distance. There is a difference between immortals and mortals. This is a profound feeling and also an endless sorrow.

He realized more deeply the impermanence and brevity of life.

The Tao he cultivated was directly proportional to his life span. The higher his realm, the longer his life span. Mortals could not change birth, aging, sickness and death, and could not resist the ruthlessness of time. This experience made Chang Qing feel that it was not so real, and everything seemed unreal.

He thought that maybe one day he would reach a bottleneck and go into seclusion.

By the time he broke through the barrier, a hundred years had passed. All his friends around him left him, his beauty turned into dry bones, and his life was brilliant but short.

An indescribable sadness welled up in Changqing's heart.

He looked at the tombstones of the dead rebel soldiers, and imagined the passion and dreams they had talked about together around the campfire. At this moment, their lives were like shooting stars, short and dazzling.

Their lives are also short, like dust blown away by the wind, leaving only shadows in memory.

This feeling made Changqing feel deeply lonely.

He looked at the world around him, at the ever-changing people and things, and felt that there was an unbridgeable gap between him and this world.

He seemed to have become a bystander, watching the birth, aging, sickness and death of others, while he himself was unable to integrate into this world.

Changqing personally took action and used his spiritual energy to write an inscription for the soldiers who died, commemorating them with the most sincere words.

Their names, their achievements, and their sacrifices are all engraved on the monument and become an eternal memory.

When the last stroke of the inscription was written, Chang Qing realized that he no longer belonged to the mortal world. The mortal world was good and couldn't be better, but he no longer belonged here after all.

After finishing writing, Changqing suddenly felt very tired. He hurriedly said goodbye to everyone and returned to his residence. Without paying attention to the palace maids outside the door, he closed the door, sat cross-legged, and wanted to start practicing.

Suddenly, I felt sleepy, and a voice that only I could hear came from my ear: "Why deny it! You felt it, didn't you?"

The voice sounded extremely familiar; it was the inner demon in the white space.

As soon as the voice fell, the sleepiness became increasingly difficult to suppress, sweeping away consciousness and drifting to the edge of thinking.

Chang Qing lost consciousness and began to drift away. Then many branches and leaves appeared on his body, wrapping up Chang Qing. Chang Qing inside seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep...