It has been less than a month since the Yanwuyuan exam, and the weather has turned from warm to irritatingly hot. Perhaps it was for this reason that His Majesty the Emperor moved out of Dongnuange early this year and moved into Changchun Garden, twenty miles away from Taiji Palace.
The Changchun Garden is lined with green trees, and the emperor would move here to live in midsummer every year. This is not a rare thing, but this year the emperor moved here a month earlier than in previous years, so it is a bit intriguing. The courtiers inevitably talked about this matter in their spare time, but no one could think of what caused His Majesty the emperor to feel dry and hot earlier than summer, so he had to move to Changchun Garden to cleanse himself.
The emperor really needs to be pure, because he finds that his heart is getting more and more restless.
He himself knew the reason for this, but maybe only on the day when this kind of thing happened would he completely calm down. After eleven years on the throne, the ambitious emperor finally wanted to use his knife.
"Su Buwei."
Leaning against the wall of the kang, the emperor pointed to the teacup on the table in front of him and said, "You've been getting lazy lately, so give me more tea."
Su Buwei didn't dare to remind him that it was because His Majesty the Emperor said that there was no need to refill the tea. He hurried over and poured out the tea, replaced it with new tea and brewed it again.
"Your Majesty is tired?"
He asked carefully.
The emperor closed his eyes, rubbed his frowning brows and gave a hum, then said in silence for a while: "Go and get Mrs. Cen, her massage skills are unmatched by others. I don't know if it was because of the wind last night, or if I came early I didn't get used to the coolness in Changchun Garden, my shoulders and back hurt too."
"Slave is going here."
Su Buwei hurriedly turned around to leave, but the emperor shook his head slightly and said: "It's fine for the people below to handle such things in the future. You are a eunuch in the imperial study room who does errands all day long. If it spreads, you won't be afraid that others will say you are incompetent." If you don’t know how to command, just tell the people below to go, I still have something to ask you.”
"Here."
Su Buwei went out and told the little eunuch to invite Mr. Cen, and hurried back to the room to bow his head and stand still.
The emperor asked while rubbing his temples: "Is there any news from the Martial Arts Field outside the city? I have ordered you to report the results once you have the results."
Su Buwei hurriedly said: "No news has been sent in yet. The final competition for the top three in the Yanwu Academy is limited to three days. Today is only the first day. The result should not come out so soon."
The emperor looked at the sky outside the window and nodded, "It's getting dark already, I guess we won't be able to fight today. Those three guys are all good people, and no one will rush to do it first. But Dean Zhou this time This is a good idea, I like it. The Sui Dynasty has never lacked generals who are good at fighting, but there are not many people who can see through the overall situation at a glance. Some people say that Xu Xiaogong was promoted by me to become a general because of his seniority and family background. Those who say this are all caused by jealousy, and those who don't see Xu Xiaogong's talent are all mediocre."
"From my point of view, among the generals of the Sixteen Guards of the Sui Dynasty, Luo Yao is the only one who can see the overall situation most clearly besides Xu Xiaogong. As for the others, there are those who are brave and those who are resourceful. , but the vision is inevitably limited, the eyes only see a line, and cannot see the whole surface."
Su Buwei didn't dare to talk about such a topic.
The emperor smiled, waved his hand and said: "Don't talk about that, I'm tired of reading books today, you can tell me a joke for me to listen to, if you say it well, I will reward you."
"Here."
Su Buwei responded, pondered for a while and said: "It's difficult for the slave to think of a joke to make His Majesty happy for a while. The slave doesn't have much in his stomach. Let's talk about the slave's childhood... remember That year, I was only seven or eight years old, and it was also midsummer. I had nothing to do to dig a cicada under a tree to play with. I met an old man and said to the servants that the cicada must lie dormant underground for at least three years before it can transform into a cicada. , fluttering its wings and screaming. The maidservant didn’t believe it at the time, but later found out that it was true. It’s really not easy for this humble little thing to scream so loudly that it would take three years underground.”
After he finished speaking with a smile, he raised his head to look at the emperor, but found that the emperor's face turned cold at some point, and he was so frightened that he quickly knelt down.
"Slaves don't know how to tell jokes, Your Majesty forgives me."
"You can't say this, who taught you."
The emperor asked in a cold voice.
Su Buwei's body trembled slightly, he hesitated for a while and replied truthfully: "It was Mr. Huai Qiugong, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, who taught this servant. The elder said that His Majesty is bored and irritable, so don't be in a hurry after hearing this from your servant. How could this servant understand?" These, I just feel that the boss is also kind, and the servants did not dare to say a word more or less."
After a moment of silence, the emperor let out a long sigh of relief and said: "Get up, I didn't blame you... That old guy didn't dare to come and tell me, but let you take the blame... I didn't know the monkey, I just wanted to make a loud noise." I have been holding back for not only three years, but eleven years. If the time has not come, I will hold back for another eleven years... Go back and tell Huai Qiugong that I will punish him for his disrespect. Let him crawl over and explain himself."
Seeing the emperor's tone softened, Su Buwei felt more at ease. But the admiration for Huai Qiugong is getting stronger and stronger. Your Majesty once said that His Majesty is an enlightened ruler, he knows everything, and he will never blame the people below for this matter.
"Go get ready. I'm going to see the Martial Arts Arena in person after the court tomorrow morning. No need to say anything, just let Luo Weiran and Hou Wenji accompany you. Yu Xiao, the son of Yu Manlou, General Zuo Wuwei, General Zuo Qianwei Luo Wen, the son of Luo Yao, and Li Fubo, the nephew of Li Yuanshan, the General of You Xiaowei, are all rare heroes, who happen to be at this joint... I want to see if the three of them are really worthy of use. "
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On the second day of the Yanwu Academy's top three competition, there were only four or five people left on the viewing platform. The Ministry of War and the Ministry of Officials who came to watch on the first day did not come to the martial arts arena again because they had to go to court, and there were also many trivial matters to be dealt with in the government office. After all, Chang'an, the imperial capital, is too big, and it would take half a day to come back from the Changchun Garden and then rush to the Martial Arts Field.
You adults are busy with affairs, but you don't have time to spend three days here.
On the first day, I had to come.
Prince Yi didn't go back to Chang'an city at all last night, but stayed in the martial arts field. Although the small courtyard of the Martial Arts Field is not as spacious and comfortable as his Prince's Mansion, but with four beautiful beauties around him, sleeping in another place can also find something different and exciting. And living in this small wooden house, compared with the magnificent palace, has a kind of artistic conception of feeling the fireworks in the world.
After breakfast, Prince Yi Yang Yin took his followers to the viewing platform. After sitting for half a day, it is inevitable that there will be some back pain.
He got up and stretched his body, looked at Dean Zhou with his eyes closed and meditated, and complained: "You are always the same. It is enough to decide the winner in one day. It must take three days. Although I am idle, I am fine. But do you know how many fun things were wasted by delaying Gu for three days? The girls by the Xinshui River... Uh no, Mr. Huai even asked Gu to go fishing in Xinshui."
Dean Zhou twitched his lips, but said nothing.
On the other hand, General Xu Xiaogong of Youzuowei couldn't help laughing out loud, and quickly lowered his head in embarrassment.
Yang Yin gave him a blank look, and simply punched on the viewing platform to stretch his muscles. Although the tiredness of sitting for a long time is not comparable to the tiredness of working, this kind of tiredness is really a torment for this restless prince. If the emperor hadn't asked him to come here to watch the battle, he wouldn't have bothered to come, and he would have plunged into a gentle place long ago.
Dean Zhou squinted his eyes to see Prince Yi Yang Yin punching, and couldn't help but praise: "My lord, this boxing technique is very well-organized, but it seems that there are too many techniques. The long-arm fist of the Bai family in Lingnan, and the Liu family's fist in Hexi. Iron Three Hammers, the Qinling Wu family's half-step fist, and a few more hands I can't figure out the source of, it looks complicated, but the prince's use is very comprehensive, not vulgar."
Yang Yin stopped his momentum, took a breath and said: "There are a few martial artists with good fist and kick skills in the mansion, who are used to guard the house. When I have nothing to do, Gu also learns a few tricks from them. It is difficult to get started and strengthen your body. Fitness still has some effect."
Zhou Banchuan hummed, and for some reason there was a strange flash in his eyes.
And Yang Yin's face changed slightly when he lowered his head and closed his posture, but he quickly recovered.
Xu Xiaogong's face was calm, but his heart was shocked.
Zhou Banchuan rubbed his nose, stood up and apologized for the convenience. Xu Xiaogong stood up and said that I would go with you, and then asked Yang Yin if he would go with him. Yang Yin waved his hands and said, "Why are you two from military backgrounds still not in good shape? You can't hold back your urine after drinking a pot of tea. Do you want to introduce a famous doctor to recuperate?" After he said this, the three of them couldn't help it laughing out loud.
Zhou Banchuan and Xu Xiaogong left the viewing platform, and after they had left, Yang Yin immediately turned around and whispered a few words to a beautiful maid beside her, who hummed and left quickly.
In the latrine, Xu Xiaogong sighed and said in a low voice: "It's not a fault to have a lot of friends, but if you make friends with too many martial arts people... I'm afraid that people will not let them go."
Zhou Banchuan unbuttoned his trousers, sprinkled a long and long stream of yellow urine, and after moaning comfortably, he said, "It's just that I'm just too busy to play, and that sinister Hou Wenji should worry about it. What are you worrying about? Is breakfast salty or light?"
Xu Xiaogong chuckled and was scolded, but he wasn't unhappy at all.
"Ten years ago, Prince Yi was not as temperamental as he is now."
He said while pulling up his trousers: "At that time, the sharpness was revealed, and it was as fast as a horizontal knife."
"If the blade is too fast, it will either hurt others or hurt yourself."
Zhou Banchuan tidied up his clothes and walked out: "Making a bet?"
"What?"
"Are there any fewer people?"
"There will definitely be fewer, four beauties, and there will only be three left when we go back."
Zhou Banchuan glared at Xu Xiaogong and said, "It's boring, can pretending to be stupid kill you?"
Xu Xiaogong said seriously: "Don't dare to pretend to be stupid... pretend to be stupid and lose money."
At this moment, a soldier hurriedly ran over from the viewing platform, and said anxiously as he ran: "Master Yard, General... Your Majesty has arrived!"
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On the official road leading directly to Chang'an South City, more than ten miles away from the Martial Arts Field, that is, in the see-off pavilion 30 miles outside Chang'an South City, Wu Yidao, the richest man in the Sui Dynasty, dressed in sapphire blue brocade clothes, sat in the pavilion seemingly leisurely, drinking tea. In fact, there was a hint of eagerness in his eyes that couldn't be concealed.
"When did the lady arrive?"
He asked a fat middle-aged man beside him, this man is fatter and shorter than Xiang Qingniu, if he walks on the street, it looks like a ball of meat rolling from a distance like. Because he is too fat, it is not easy to find eyes on his face.
Such a weather, such a fat man is naturally very uncomfortable.
He was obviously too fat and too short, but this guy still wore a very novel moon-white Confucian long shirt. It was a shame to the tailor that he should wear such an expensive suit. The moon-white clothes had long been soaked in sweat, and their backs had turned egg-yellow.
"Master, I got a definite letter early this morning that Miss is less than sixty miles away from Chang'an City. Logically... logically, it should be almost here."
"I spent a large sum of money to stuff her into Qingle Mountain, but she ran back as soon as she stomped her feet. How long would I have to work hard for such a large sum of money? I have already given it away, so is it possible that I will return it?" Can you go to that Niubi to get the money back? This deal is too bad."
Wu Yiyi said with a look of annoyance.
The fat butler named Jiu Se Cai corrected him in a low voice: "It's gold."
Wine, sex, money, lifeless.
It seemed that he was indeed a kind and friendly fat man who would never make him angry.
"I'm coming!"
The fat man pointed to the official road and said pleasantly: "Miss is back."
Wu Yidao got up quickly, walked towards her quickly and said fiercely, "It's not worrying at all, let's see how I teach her a lesson!"
"My lord is mighty!"
The fat butler did not forget to flatter him.
But when he saw the fine beads of sweat on the forehead and tip of the nose of the only daughter Wu Yinyu, the richest man in the Sui Dynasty immediately took out a handkerchief and handed it over: "It's hot, there is sour plum soup iced in the pavilion, do you want to drink it to moisten your throat?"
Wu Yinyu wiped the sweat from her forehead, glanced at Tingzi and snorted coldly, "Should I go and get it by myself?"
"I come, I come, of course I come."
Wu Yidao hurriedly turned around and trotted to get the sour plum soup.
"The eldest lady is mighty!"
The fat man immediately straightened his chest and praised: "It's really mighty."