Where is my lonely Daji?

With the court session concluded, the imperial decree was issued.

For the sake of the nation, the Son of Heaven would ride in his carriage to sacrifice to Heaven and Earth, informing the ancestors and deities.

Accompanied by two ranks of civil and military officials, he would follow tradition and offer incense at the Altar of Soil and Grain in Baizao.

The next day.

Yan Shou rode in his carriage, leaving the palace.

It was his first official departure from the palace in three years.

He had intended to be extravagant, but there was no time. The old Grand Tutor had arranged everything directly.

Along the way, he saw that every household in Baizao had lit incense and set up altars, with colorful decorations and carpets laid out, creating a joyous atmosphere.

If the “Congratulations and Get Rich” background music were added, the New Year’s flavor would be overflowing.

Yan Shou was shocked. How could he be so popular?

How could he be a fatuous ruler like this?

But he had to admit, the old Grand Tutor had done a good job. Now he could slack off with even more peace of mind.

Judging from the atmosphere in Baizao, compared to other regions, Great Yan was indeed a place where people lived and worked in peace and contentment.

But this was also to be expected. According to normal development, before that King Zhou went to the Altar of Soil and Grain to offer incense, the Shang Dynasty was also prosperous and the people lived and worked in peace, with no reason to complain.

But it didn’t matter. “Great Yan’s foundation” would begin to be ruined in his hands from today onward.

Three thousand Iron Riders and eight hundred Imperial Guards, led by the Grand Commandant, escorted him.

Accompanied by the civil and military officials, Yan Shou sat in the imperial carriage with some regret.

The pomp should have been greater.

Not to mention the gongs and drums and the red carpet, it should at least disturb the people.

The suona horn had to be blown.

You’re Imperial Guards, why are you walking so cautiously?

Let this fatuous ruler speed through the streets!

Unfortunately, the Imperial Guards of Great Yan were very disciplined, and there was no noisy or disturbing behavior.

Yan Shou shook his head repeatedly.

The Emperor’s personal troops, the Imperial Guards of Great Yan, should be a little more domineering and arrogant.

But he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t pat Jingzhe, who was walking beside him, and say, “Go, Pikachu, use Thunderbolt on the war beasts pulling my carriage! Let my imperial carriage fly!”

He could only wait until he returned to the palace to train a batch of people. He had to make his Imperial Guards arrogant and domineering.

He would train them to be like the Han envoys, and then send them to other countries in Terra to self-destruct, provoking international conflicts and plunging Great Yan into war.

Then he would put on a “beacon fire play” like King You of Zhou, and definitely become a fatuous ruler, earning Fatuity Value, exchanging for elixirs, and cultivating immortality.

Arriving at the Altar of Soil and Grain, Yan Shou got out of the carriage and entered the hall.

He lit the incense burner, and the fragrance rose in the air. The civil and military officials bowed and paid their respects with Yan Shou.

After the sacrificial speech was completed, Yan Shou stood at the front of the line, waiting for the wind to come.

According to the script, when King Zhou offered incense, a gust of wind would roll up the curtains, revealing the statue of the goddess Nüwa behind it. And he, this “King Zhou,” also had to do something fatuous to better fit the character of King Zhou.

But this was Arknights. Where could he find Nüwa? And there was no demonic wind to stir things up.

However, this couldn’t stump Yan Shou.

“Grand Tutor, who is the one being worshipped for the harvest?”

Pretending not to know, Yan Shou pointed to one of the priests performing the ceremony, a woman wearing a bright yellow ceremonial robe.

Her appearance was beautiful and dignified, with a heavenly grace, like a fairy descending to earth.

She was the one who sowed a grain of millet in the spring and harvested ten thousand grains in the autumn. Marrying her could bring many children and blessings.

So, Yan Shou pretended to be captivated by the priestess Shū.

Otherwise, King Zhou’s poem-writing scene couldn’t be acted out.

Yan Shou felt that he had acted enough, so he ignored everyone’s gazes and walked directly to Shū, gently taking her hand:

“I see that you have a peerless beauty.

I wish to write a poem to praise you, to leave for the people to see.

I am the lord of ten thousand chariots, with the wealth of the world.

You have such unparalleled beauty, you can manage the six ears of the harem.”

“Ah?”

The ministers who were performing the ceremony looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Shū was the same.

Because she was good at planting crops, she was arranged to preside over the harvest sacrifice.

The Grand Tutor didn’t mention that there was such a ritual process.

But the other party was the Emperor of Great Yan.

Refuse?

The other party was the Emperor of Great Yan.

Agree?

The other party was the Emperor of Great Yan.

Compared to Shū, who didn’t know what to do, the Grand Tutor and the Grand Commandant and the other court officials found it difficult to understand.

They had only heard that this King Zhou had supported the beams and pillars to save the late emperor from danger, and that he had extraordinary strength.

He had been playing and having fun for three years, hunting all day long. They had never heard that he had any literary talent.

Yes, when he first transmigrated, Yan Shou, a member of the royal family, was attending the True Dragon’s birthday banquet.

For some reason, the dome of the Yan Hall collapsed, and this man single-handedly supported the beams of the palace dome, holding them up to allow the Imperial Guards to work together to replace the pillars.

It was only in this way that the True Dragon was spared from the accident.

Although the True Dragon still died, it was precisely this act of supporting the beams that led to him being appointed as the next Emperor in the will.

The Grand Tutor didn’t speak, and the ministers didn’t dare to speak either.

“Grand Tutor, prepare the ink for me.”

Yan Shou was very satisfied. This was the rhythm.

Humiliating the Grand Tutor by making him prepare the ink for him was definitely the action of a fatuous ruler.

Flirting with a beauty was even more fatuous. Without hesitation, Yan Shou picked up the brush.

Then he froze.

What was the licentious poem that King Zhou wrote in Investiture of the Gods?

He didn’t remember.

Then should he make one up?

His culture wasn’t enough, so he couldn’t make one up.

Not writing it?

Changing his mind would barely count as the behavior of a fatuous ruler?

But unexpectedly, the Grand Tutor actually started grinding the ink and handed the brush to him.

Yan Shou: “……”

Grand Tutor: “Your Majesty is truly a wise ruler, a national treasure. Sacrifice and war…”

Seeing the Grand Tutor’s appearance, Yan Shou immediately turned to face the wall and wrote, continuing to write.

The Grand Tutor was a virtuous minister, deeply loved by officials at all levels in Great Yan.

There were many factions in the court, so he definitely had to oppose him and make the court chaotic.

This was what a fatuous ruler should do.

But what should he write?

Yan Shou fell into confusion again.

Letting him tremble was okay, but to tremble with culture, to tremble with poetry, was a bit difficult.

Even if he was familiar with the Three Hundred Tang Poems, there were no erotic poems in them.

Even if he randomly selected one, it would be completely irrelevant, and he wouldn’t be able to explain it.

If he was understood to have intellectual problems, then all his fatuous behavior might be regarded as intellectual defects.

In the end, he would be directly stripped of his power, and he wouldn’t be able to be fatuous even if he wanted to.

A fatuous ruler also needed some power to be a fatuous ruler.

What if he was taken over by the Grand Tutor before he could become a fatuous ruler?

He was a good Grand Tutor who benefited the country and the people.

Yan Shou decided that after returning to the palace, he would not only train his close attendants but also select a group of his loyal subordinates.

Which fatuous ruler didn’t have a few loyal lackeys?

King Zhou even had a fox spirit. It was normal for him to have a Sui fragment.

With a loyal team, he could be a fatuous ruler with peace of mind.

But the most urgent task was to come up with a satisfactory poem.

That’s right, that’s it!

Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River.

After a little thought, Yan Shou picked up the brush.

“Her form, swift as a startled swan, graceful as a swimming dragon. Radiant as autumn chrysanthemums, flourishing as spring pines. Dimly, she seems like light clouds veiling the moon, fluttering like swirling snow in a flowing wind…”

“Her shoulders are as if carved, her waist as slender as fine silk. Her extended neck is adorned with beauty, her fair skin is revealed…

Her magnificent appearance is elegant and unrestrained, her demeanor serene and her body relaxed.

Her gentle affections and charming态 are more alluring than words…”

“Gathering dark herbs from the swift currents of the shallows.

My heart is pleased by her virtuous beauty, but my soul trembles with unease… Turning her eyes, she radiates essence, her jade face glowing.

Holding words yet unspoken, her breath is like a hidden orchid.

Her beautiful countenance is graceful, making me forget my meals.”

After writing a modified version of Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River, Yan Shou was barely satisfied.

It was only because he liked reading Romance of the Three Kingdoms that he was so familiar with this Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River.

Who would normally read erotic poems all day long? I’m a fatuous ruler, not a pervert.

In short, this one was barely passable and could be considered a good expression of praise for a beautiful woman.

First of all, it was related to women, so it was reasonable.

Secondly, it highlighted his fatuousness.

Clearly, it was such a sacred occasion for sacrifice, yet he was attracted by a woman and forgot about the great plan of the clan, fatuous.

Not only did he flirt with her, but he even had the idea of taking such a beauty for himself, even to the point of forgetting to eat.

He forgot about national affairs for the sake of a beauty, fatuous.

Knowing that the other party was a Sui fragment, a close minister, he flirted with her regardless of his identity, losing the etiquette between ruler and subject.

This act might even cause displeasure among the Sui sisters, making them hate the court, fatuous.

With three fatuous acts, once things fermented, he would surely gain a lot of Fatuity Value.