"In a country with only one king, labor brings many disasters."

"If you have a solid storehouse, you will know etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you will know honor and disgrace."

--"tube"

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It was seven years ago that the server of "Que Yin" was launched.

Haizhou.

The weather was hot and humid, the air was filled with the unique fishy smell of the seaside, and the road in the distance seemed to be beating and twisting under the blazing sun.

Zhong Sheng stood under the shade of an umbrella on a high platform. From here, he could see the entire Haizhou port.

He was wearing a full set of ceremonial armor, a black iron jacket, and a red rope seal, and was staring at the port.

Parked in the harbor are dozens of neat ships, equipped with sails and oars, and the hulls are inlaid with wave stones, allowing the ships to dash forward flexibly and agilely in the water.

Spiritual roots, or source of magic, or something else - when there are extraordinary beings with one enemy against a hundred, all wars will focus more on individuals rather than on a wide range. Therefore, such ships are used for pursuit and close proximity.

He has no other weapons of his own.

As for those strong men who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, ignoring water and land, they naturally do not belong to this battlefield.

This is just a bandit trouble - water bandits and pirates disturbing fishing boats and merchant ships, that's all.

At that time, he served as the commander of the Jingbu Department of the Simeng Army, Zhong Sheng.

This was the second day after he arrived in Haizhou. He never imagined that he would come to Haizhou, and he couldn't understand why the soldiers of the National Army stationed here couldn't even clear out the water bandits.

"Please use it, Lord Lieutenant."

An orderly who was also wearing military armor brought a silver plate with melons and fruits exuding cold air. In such hot air, the cold air that slowly fell to the table and spread thickly was as attractive as fairy dew.

Unlike Zhong Sheng, the orderly was obviously very hot. His forehead was already covered with sweat, and the clothes in his streamlined armor should have been soaked with sweat.

Zhong Sheng lowered his head and looked at him: "Sent from Siyang?"

The orderly nodded.

"How many fruits were delivered?"

"Your Excellency, Mr. Bao Buwei, we have a total of sixty kilograms of cold melons and forty pots of sweet ice dew, which you can enjoy while stationed in Haizhou. If there are any shortages, they will be shipped immediately from Siyang."

"Humph, it's coming..."

Zhong Sheng muttered something in a low voice and smiled disdainfully: "Don't bring it here to be an eyesore. Boil all the ice dew and cut all the cold melons. All the soldiers who want to get on the boat can enjoy it soon."

go!"

"yes!"

The orderly stood up straight with his legs together, turned around and left without missing a moment.

Zhong Sheng looked at the soldiers he had brought over and nodded with satisfaction.

"Lord Lieutenant, I received a letter from the young master last night. Please read it."

Another person presented a letter. Zhong Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly, took the letter, opened it, and murmured:

"At my father's knees, those who respect me..."

But he just glanced at it casually, crumpled it into a ball in his hand, frowned and held it in his hand.

"Sir, is the young master already in the palace?"

Behind Zhong Sheng, a guard who seemed to be much closer to him lowered his head slightly and asked.

He nodded wordlessly and threw the crumpled letter towards the guard. The guard flicked his wrist and fired a tongue of flame, which burned the paper to ashes in mid-air.

This is a rule.

A rule that Zhong Sheng dislikes very much.

Anyone who leads an army to leave the capital for an expedition must send all his wife, son-in-law, and retainers to the palace. Only when he returns from the expedition can he take them back home from the palace.

These people are the emperor's hostages, a simple and unabashed check and balance.

Such rules are naturally to avoid the occurrence of rebellion as much as possible.

Zhong Sheng believed that it was an insult in itself for the young His Highness to prevent him from rebelling.

So naturally he doesn't like this rule.

The so-called family letter sent by his son Zhong Lilin naturally did not carry any longing. It just informed Zhong Sheng that he had entered the palace and hinted that he should be careful.

There is no need to read such letters.

"Sir, the twelve forward warships are ready and waiting for your order at any time!"

Only then did Zhong Sheng reveal a confident smile, raised his hand and shook it in the distance: "Let's go!"

This is no longer the time to patrol, ambush and catch a few water thieves.

This is the time to advance with a large army and defeat the pirates in one go!

"don't want--!"

With an exclamation, Zhong Lilin suddenly sat up from the bed and stretched his hand forward.

There was an empty bed curtain in front of him, and there was still some dim morning light shining into the room, making everything feel deserted.

A ridiculous yet familiar dream that has been happening since seven years ago.

Zhong Lilin gasped for air for a while, stood up from the bed, and rang the small bell on the wall twice. A servant knocked on the door and brought in the clothes he wanted to change.

Burn incense, comb hair, change clothes, and make tea.

"Sir, please use some refreshments. Drinking tea without eating can be harmful to your health."

When the servant said this, Zhong Lilin shook his head, picked up the tea cup, blew on it twice, and drank it all.

"Are your clothes and hats ready?"

he asked thoughtfully.

The servant nodded repeatedly: "The court uniforms and top hats are fully prepared. Once you have a rest, my servant will change your clothes."

"Put it on now."

"yes."

Zhong Lilin stood up and spread his arms, looking out the window in trance.

The servants put on the inner lining for him, put on the bird's suit, and tied a two-fist-width belt around his waist. After putting on a set of court clothes, he respectfully presented a wooden plate with both hands.

There was brocade silk on it, and an official hat was quietly placed on the silk.

Zhong Lilin stared at the official hat for a long time, then solemnly stretched out his hand and put it on his head.

How long has it been since you officially wore this hat?

"grown ups."

The servant took back the wooden tray, looked at Zhong Lilin who was neatly dressed respectfully and carefully, and said in a low voice: "Today, is it true that His Highness is going to court today?"

Zhong Lilin sighed softly, turned his head and looked at the increasingly brightening sky outside the window, and nodded slowly.

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"I don't understand what you mean."

Huang Ziwen was sitting in an office of Queyin Cultural and Creative Company. In front of him were two company representatives wearing expensive suits, who must be relatively high-level figures.

One of them coughed slightly and said: "You have signed a confidentiality agreement. Let's make it clearer. It has been some time since you left your previous employer, and we want to give you a well-paying job."

, is there anything else you don’t know about?”

Huang Ziwen looked at the two people and frowned: "You said you want me to study the background, legends, and culture of the game Queyin?"

He took a sip of lemonade from the paper cup in front of him, smashed it in his mouth and said, "This is your game. Aren't these all set by you?"

The two men in suits looked at each other and spoke awkwardly:

"We...this is not all set by us."

"Not at all?"

"That's right."

A man in a suit nodded: "The characters and plots of the game "Que Yin" are all generated by AI. In contrast, the code base formed by artificial intelligence is relatively closed and only has read and call permissions for the game server.

We...we want to study more to what extent this AI can learn autonomously and see if it can play other roles besides making games."

Huang Ziwen couldn't believe it. He stammered: "Well, can't you read the called data directly from the server?"

"That way we can only read the final data returned by AI, but there is no way to study what kind of logic it relies on to return this data."

The man in a suit pushed up his glasses: "Mr. Huang Ziwen, I must remind you that even if you don't cooperate with us, according to the previous confidentiality clause, you are not allowed to disclose our current dialogue to a third party in any form, otherwise it will harm the cultural and creative company.

We reserve the right to hold you accountable.”

Huang Ziwen was stunned. He didn't think about any confidential matters at all and was completely frightened by what the other party said.

What does it mean?

Meaning, this game was not made by humans, but by AI itself?

What kind of science fiction AI is this?

"Isn't this AI also made by you? Isn't it possible to open your so-called closed code base according to the underlying logic originally created by AI?"

The expressions of the two men in suits turned serious for a moment: "Mr. Huang, it seems that you are not interested in our proposal, so unfortunately, we can only do another..."
Chapter completed!