The trees on the horizon are like camellias, and the riverside continents are like the moon.
Lu Min looked from the building from a distance, and he could see the beautiful scenery of Qingjiang.
The Lujiang Tower is located on a high hill, with the surging river five miles in front, and the majestic capital seven miles away. At a glance, you can see thousands of weather, count the romance of the past dynasties, and many talented people handed down the poems under this book.
But not everyone likes arty style, and Lu Min is the best among them. As the second prince of the Qi Dynasty, he is widely known in the court and the public as a reckless man, who does not like to read, and is as vulgar as a man in the market.
Rumors are rumors after all. Although Emperor Qi Lu Zhang was not very good to his son, he still did it on the surface.
He has been taught by a group of Hanlin bachelors for more than ten years. As long as he is not a born idiot, he can pass the Tongsheng test in the imperial examination.
Lu Min really didn't like the sage's admonitions in the book, and wished to forget it early, and he did it, but some things still popped out of his mind inadvertently.
For example, some touching poems.
The tip of the nose seems to be able to smell the fragrance of chrysanthemum wine. The Double Ninth Festival has passed, but the trend of climbing is still unabated.
Even at the end of September, the autumn wind is getting colder day by day, and the Lujiang Tower is still crowded with people. Scribes can be seen everywhere, changing cups and singing long songs.
Some are reunions of relatives, and some are separations of old friends.
In the huge city of Taijing, many things happen every day, sending away the joys and sorrows of countless people.
"Commander, that one has arrived, and the person has just disembarked."
A man dressed as a servant walked up to Lu Min and whispered.
Lu Min's identity is special, even if he chooses to hide in the dark, Jin Yiwei is still not sure what to call him.
After all, the second prince is still in rebellion and fleeing on the bright side. The court and the public regard this second prince as a dead person, and it is impossible and will not become the heir to the throne again. Behind the scenes, isn't the second prince "the one" that Jin Yiwei talked about
It's just that compared to the people who arrived in Taijing today, the "legendary" of the second prince is obviously not enough, so that the reference to "that one" has changed.
In fact, these Jinyiwei who belong to the dark guards are also puzzled. In other dynasties, even the princesses who live in the people are rare. Most of them are related to the ruin of the country and the change of the dynasty. The prince was "lost" to the people, and one of them was actually the heir apparent, Emperor Yongchen with the same mother and younger brother.
What makes it more difficult for them to do is the current relationship between the royal family: the rebellious prince is incognito as the commander of the dark guard, the prince who has been left behind is unclear about his intention to return to Beijing, and the third prince and the sixth prince who seem to be competing for the right to inherit the crown prince's younger brother. , is simply a pot of porridge!
Even Emperor Yongchen, who is sitting on the throne of Kowloon, is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He makes no secret of the murder of his father. He has never seen a heir emperor who does not obey his filial piety when he ascends the throne, but Emperor Yongchen just did it. The courtiers in the cabinet were very secretive, and the rest of the civil and military officials were shocked.
An emperor is not afraid of the eloquence of later generations, and does not care about the writing of literati, so is there anyone who dares to "make a name for himself"
Maybe other dynasties could have them, but after the Qi Dynasty established Chu, there was absolutely no this dynasty that was killed by Lu Zhang.
"Leadership..."
The dark guard called out in a low voice, very uneasy in his heart.
He is a lowly official, and he just wants to get out of this mess as soon as possible.
Seeing him like this, Lu Min almost laughed, as if the whole world thought that these princes were going to fight in the same room.
However—that brother who was living abroad, after all, had never met face to face, it was a bit hard to say.
Lu Min's expression froze, if the other party came with bad intentions, he would do his best not to let the other party step into the palace.
***
Yan Cen stepped on the sampan, shaking his body for some reason.
Fortunately, Qinggonggao was able to stabilize in time and did not fall into the water.
"Master Yan?"
"nothing."
Xiao Baihu hesitated, but Yan Cen was like a stone sculpture, huddled in the corner and motionless.
Martial arts masters shouldn't be blocked because of sitting for a long time, so there is only one explanation left. Yan Cen's emotions are complicated and cannot be restrained, and the whole person is in a trance.
Xiao Baihu had some sympathy, but the royal family's Lu family's stall is too outrageous, upholding the principle of less talk and less mistakes, and it's good not to die, Xiao Baihu decided to pretend he didn't see it, anyway, the person who really made the decision on this ship is not. he.
"The letter from the commander of the palace arrived in Taijing one day earlier than us, and arrangements should be made here."
Xiao Baihu accompanied the smiling face and greeted those who walked out of the cabin behind, "Meng Guoshi, Doctor Mo, please come here.
Meng Qi put his hands behind his back and said slowly, "When we arrive in Taijing, this is the name. Otherwise, people will listen to me and think that I am a liar invited by Lu Ji from the deep mountains and forests to pretend to be ghosts."
Xiao Baihu choked.
In the past, he had to slander, but this trip to Jiangnan made him see Meng Qi's methods, and it was the time to be convinced.
Meng Qi saw Xiao Baihu's awe and cautiousness, rolled his eyes, and sighed deliberately: "The younger generation is not as good as my generation, and the trivial matters are tied up. This is just seeing me, and the lords and the prime ministers are not on the wheel. If I stand in front of Marquis Jingyuan, tsk, the famous general who commanded hundreds of thousands of troops to swept the world to destroy the sea pirates in the east and west of the Ding Prairie would be so mighty... I'm afraid that if you glance at you, you will faint!"
Xiao Baihu lowered his head lower, almost humbly leading the way, like a shop assistant.
Mo Li looked at Meng Qi wordlessly, who raised his eyebrows slightly, his face innocent.
—Stop pretending, Xue Lingjun told him that you were the one who really frightened Xiaoguan to faint at a glance back then! It was even pushed to Jingyuanhou, is it the friend who takes the blame like this? Marquis Jingyuan is going to sneeze while lying in the coffin!
Meng Qi blinked and bragged to his friend, what's the problem
Ink carp: "… "
Xiao Baihu noticed that the atmosphere was wrong, and turned his head to look suspiciously.
Meng Qi was looking at Jiang Jing, and Mo Li stepped on the sampan with a medicine bag on his back.
Strange, always felt like something was going on.
Yan Cen was really confused, but not because of his identity, but because of something he knew unintentionally.
"Brother Ling is terminally ill, time is short, you can give your brother a chance in exchange for a chance."
Yan Cen thought of that day, Meng Qi found himself deliberately, and solemnly said what he said.
"Gong Jun doesn't know anything about this matter, which means that Brother Ling has not disclosed it." Meng Qi looked at Yan Cen and said solemnly, "If there is no accident, I may keep silent on this matter, just because Brother Ling is seriously ill. Effective, the only risky method is to use spiritual energy to reinfuse internal energy to renew blood, which may prolong life by three years and five years. Doctor Mo said that this method can only be used by blood relatives within three generations. If it is not for the extreme internal strength, it cannot be supported, it is just life-for-life.”
Yan Cen was speechless at that time, thinking of himself instinctively, and feeling hopeless.
It was like a clumsy child with a grain of sand in his palms, who neither dared to let go, nor exerted force, only foresaw that he would eventually be unable to keep anything.
"But this inner strength... I didn't train it..."
The inner strength that Master Yuan Zhi gave before his death was deep and gentle, and the Buddhist clan was peaceful and upright, but Yan Cen himself fell into the abyss of hatred and lost control several times. Meng Qi and Gong Jun watch over them all the time, and they are probably going crazy.
"You and Master Yuanzhi go out of the same temple, and the exercises are the same. As long as you retreat and concentrate, you can use this internal force for your own use within 30 days." Meng Qi paused and said with a heavier tone, "I know You don't want to do this because you don't want to admit the fact that Master Yuanzhi passed away, but you don't have time."
Although it is cruel, but what should be said must be said.
Meng Qi decided to be this wicked person himself and not let Mo Li speak.
—Anyway, he brought the people back, and the ink carp was still in Huaxian at that time!
"You want to avenge the soldiers of Xuanchuanguan, the Ning family and the monks of Baoxiang Temple, and the King of Heaven and the Lord of the Holy Lotus Temple are in Jingzhou. You are following me with an internal force that has not been completely refined. Go find the culprit, or save Brother Ling and yourself at the same time?"
Yan Cen was trembling all over, he remembered Master Yuanzhi's eyes when he passed away.
All robbery, the origin is guarding the heart.
Master Yuanzhi wants to live by himself.
Hatred is important, even if the enemy is cut into pieces, it is difficult to understand the grief and anger, but before that, the living person is more important, and if you miss it, you will never be able to recover it.
Yan Cen burst into tears, and smashed the stone table with one palm, dripping with blood.
So in the end, he did not appear in Nanping County, nor did he participate in the Qi army's pacification, and the Fengxing Pavilion chased and killed the remnants of the Holy Lotus Altar.
Thirty days, whether it is long or not, and whether it is short or short.
Yan Cen tried his best to forget everything when he was in retreat. When he stepped out of the door and saw Meng Qi Mo Li who had returned from Jiang Xia waiting for him, the layer of fear in his heart slowly emerged again.
What if he fails? What if his brother died of illness before he arrived in Taijing
He buried his head on the road and said nothing.
The closer he got to Taijing, the deeper the fear in his heart. Yan Cen regretted that he didn't study martial arts harder and regretted not staying in Baoxiang Temple. Although he knew that it was useless, he still couldn't help but blame everything on himself, especially after seeing him. , when you feel the extra deformed arm.
As soon as he was born, he "ate" his siblings and killed his mother.
Monsters, monsters, sins!
Who can such a person save? Who was saved again
"Yan Cen."
Wen Wen's peaceful voice pulled Yan Cen back to the present world.
Yan Cen's face was pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.
Mo Li handed over a volume of medical books, and the palm of his hand seemed to carry a strange calming power, as did his words.
"I heard that Master Yuanzhi has a rough understanding of herbs and can cure headaches and brain fever. You should also learn some, and when you return to Shimo Shanzhai, it will also come in handy."
By the way, Shimo Shanzhai. Yan Cen suddenly came to his senses, he didn't really have nothing.
Holding the medical book tightly with his fingers, Yan Cen forced a smile, but it was uglier than crying.
"Taijing has a good acupuncture master, buy a pair, acupuncture points recognition and strength requirements are very high, it is difficult to become a teacher in three or five years, but my generation of martial arts people have such advantages. As long as they are willing to learn, Don't ask to hang the pot to save the world, but do your best to save the people around you."
Mo Li patted Yan Cen's tightly clenched medical book's hand, and said softly, "Pick up the weapon in your hand, anyone can kill, in fact, anyone can save people."
"Thank you... Doctor Mo."
Yan Cen took a deep breath, and before he could calm down, he saw a fast horse rushing towards the pier.
The visitor was menacing, jumped off his horse, and strode toward the official ship.
When the officer on the dock wanted to stop him, the man waved it casually, as if he took out a black and gold token, and then the expressions from the officer to Jin Yiwei changed, and they hurriedly made way.
He is tall and tall, with a leather mask on his face, covering half of his face, his eyes are full of energy, and his cloak flutters with the pace, and every step seems to be stepping on the hearts of others.
At a glance, he saw Yan Cen, who was wrapped tightly and did not show his face. His expression was slightly angry, and his steps were more imposing. After standing still, he raised his chin slightly, as if he was about to say something, and suddenly saw the ink carp beside Yan Cen, and his face Meng Qi, who is laughing playfully.
"… "
The momentum was suddenly vented, and he couldn't hold it back.
"Meng, Meng Guoshi, Doctor Mo?" Lu Min glared at Yan Cen, covered his head and covered his face, was he embarrassing
Yan Cen looked up innocently and suspiciously. Among so many people, this one was wearing a ghost mask. What's the situation
"This is your brother, you haven't seen it before." Meng Qi walked over slowly and explained to Yan Cen.
Yan Cen almost rolled his eyes, as if he had met Lu Zhang's son.
However, the order of the second prince was originally Yan Cen's.
At this time, Jiang Feng suddenly blew, causing Yan Cen's hood to cover his face a little bit. He covered his face just to avoid trouble.
"… you!"
Lu Min suddenly widened his eyes, first stunned, then angry, but he didn't attack, just snorted, turned around and left.
"What's going on?" Mo Li asked inexplicably.
"I don't know?" Meng Qi whispered.
Lu Min clenched his fists tightly, unwilling in his heart.
- It turns out that he is more like the emperor than he and the third and the sixth combined!
-I can't choke looking at this face!
The author has something to say: The tree on the horizon is like a camellia, and the riverside continent is like the moon - Meng Haoran
The last two sentences are "Why should you bring wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival?"