The Tenth Year of Taiping·Weijia Village
The time has turned and it’s autumn. This year’s weather has been good. The rice fields have turned golden and will be harvested in a few days. From a distance, you can see villagers in twos and threes inspecting the harvest.
Although it is autumn, the weather is still very hot, and the villagers are wearing single clothes.
There are cypress trees in the pond in the village, with lush branches and leaves, providing shade. The wind blows across the water, stirring up waves. There is also a small depression where many vegetables and fruits are planted. There are shelves with cucumbers and loofahs hanging on the ground. There are also several vines bearing watermelons, and a woman is fertilizing them with a large spoon.
The Du family's wife had a rosy face and a slightly bulging belly, sitting next to Fang Yongjie. Fang Yongjie was much stronger and had a rosy face, and was playing chess with an old man.
Fang Yongjie watched the chess board go down from time to time.
"Young master's chess skills have improved, and I can't beat him anymore." The old man said this with a smile on his face and stroking his white beard. In fact, he was a minister of Weiguo. Although he had a good life, things have changed and he can live in peace now. He was satisfied.
"Haha, it's Mr. Qiu who gave in." Fang Yongjie looked happy. His bones were getting better recently, and he deeply admired Pei Ziyun's ability.
The old man continued: "Sir, how is the matter of buying the land? Don't get me wrong. The original strategy of the village was to divide the land and appoint people as officials. This is a good method. We can have some strength to protect ourselves."
"But when you have a young master, you have to consider the family business. Just relying on some dry goods is not a long-term solution."
"To put it bluntly, our generation may listen to you, but the next generation may not. We must have a family business to survive for a long time."
Fang Yongjie pondered for a moment and then said seriously: "Mr. Qiu truly loves me. He speaks from the bottom of his heart. I have saved some gold and silver, but half of it will never see the light of day."
"There is still half that can be used, but I am a scholar now. I can buy another hundred acres at most. I have collected three hundred acres. If I buy more, I'm afraid there will be some criticism!"
The old man listened and admired Fang Yongjie's caution. He thought for a while and said slowly: "This is the only way. It would be great if you can win the prize."
"The investigation of middle-ranking scholars is not strict, and the third generation of the middle-ranking scholar has to be investigated. Although the lineage of King Wei rarely opposes the current generation, they are always anti-king."
"The imperial court has secret investigation and supervision, but it is better not to expose it. After all, it is taboo." Fang Yongjie sighed, looking at his wife with soft eyes, thinking to himself: "With a life span of five or six years, there is no time to take the exam. I just want to do my best." Just be with your wife and kids.”
At this moment, a villager brought some surprise and shouted: "Sir, who do you think is coming?"
Fang Yongjie looked over and saw Pei Ziyun wearing a moon-white robe, a crimson belt, a pair of boots on his feet, and a sword at his side. In fact, they were all half-worn, but for just one stop, his chic posture made people forget the world at first sight. Fang Yongjie couldn't help but think to himself: "If you want to talk about the young master, it's in front of you."
"Come here, bring me my treasured tea." Fang Yongjie said, pulling Pei Ziyun to sit down under the shade of the tree, very enthusiastically.
Pei Ziyun looked at Fang Yongjie, who was full of vitality and rosy, and was no longer the same as the exhausted tuberculosis. He looked at the Du family daughter, whose belly was slightly swollen, and she smiled dumbly and asked, "Are you pregnant?"
The daughter of the Du family blushed slightly, and Fang Yongjie stood up and bowed seriously: "Wan Niang is pregnant. Thank you for your kindness."
As Fang Yongjie spoke, he looked at Wan Niang beside him. Du's daughter also said shyly, "Thank you for the kindness of the real person."
After speaking, he looked at Fang Yongjie again.
Pei Ziyun said to Fang Yongjie: "When I come today, I will watch if your vitality gradually recovers or if your situation changes. Please reach out and I will feel your pulse."
Upon hearing this, everyone around looked over.
Fang Yongjie handed it over with a calm expression and looked at Wan Niang.
"Eh!" Pei Ziyun put his finger on Fang Yongjie's pulse, and probed into it with a trace of magic. He couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise. The last time he saw it, life depended entirely on the heart. But now it was completely different. The heart, lungs, liver, spleen, kidneys, meridians, blood, flesh, blood, The dried up vitality is slowly recovering.
"It's different."
Mr. Qiu, who was standing next to him, was a little nervous and asked, "How is it?"
Pei Ziyun looked around. The people around him were nervous. He smiled slightly and said, "Congratulations, congratulations. This time I took my pulse and found that my vitality is gradually returning. I think my life expectancy is more than five or six years. I think Mr. Fang's weather has changed as a result." , The spirit is long, and you may be able to take the exam in three years."
Of course, Pei Ziyun couldn't say that this was a matter of the fairy dragon veins. He could only say: "Perhaps there is such a thing as a coincidence. The lady and the young master are both hurt when they are separated, and they are both beneficial when they are combined, so there is this change."
"Woooo" After hearing this, only choked sobs were heard, and the Du family daughter started crying involuntarily. Everyone was silent, knowing her mood.
After many years of hardship, the most terrifying thing was the reputation of Ke Fu. Anyone who hired her would die violently. Life was getting harder day by day, but now all the hardships were over.
At this time, Pei Ziyun asked casually: "I wonder if you have changed your name?"
Fang Yongjie wiped the tears that fell unconsciously and said: "I haven't changed my name, but my mother called me A Guo when I was a child. No one calls me by this nickname after I am ten years old."
Pei Ziyun lowered his head and drank tea, hiding his shock.
"Three flowers and two fruits. This person is one of the three leaves and two fruits. No wonder Xie Chengdong, who got the plum blossom, imprisoned him because he wanted to seize authority?"
"Although I suspect that Xie Chengdong took away this person's bones, Xie Chengdong was only twelve or thirteen years old ten years ago. It was impossible for him to come in person. So someone helped him?"
"But without plum blossoms, how can Xie Chengdong steal a person's bones? I don't even know how to do it now."
"The original owner, when did Xie Chengdong become the master of the Immortal Vein? Unfortunately, the original owner has no such content at all in his memory."
Pei Ziyun recalled carefully, but still found nothing. He only remembered that Xie Chengdong was brilliant and invincible.
"I was attacked last time, or it was a counterattack caused by me repeatedly ruining Xie Chengdong's plans - but I always feel that something is wrong. Am I being too worried?"
"I always feel that there is a key point that I haven't figured out yet."
"If Xie Chengdong was responsible for both attacks, then I have actually assessed his strength."
"When it comes to swordsmanship, we are evenly matched."
"When it comes to Taoism, especially Yin Shen, I am only at the fifth level, and Xie Chengdong is already at the tenth level."
"If I really hit him, I might be able to hurt him, but I would definitely die, so I immediately turned around and left without any entanglement - but of course that was not the case."
Thinking of this, Pei Ziyun couldn't help but narrow his eyes, revealing a hint of murderous intent, and suddenly thought: "Although there is spiritual energy, there are very few traces coming through, it can only be regarded as a supplement."
"I really want to increase the authority, but the system says that no matter how favorably the person concerned is, Meihua must have further authority in order to expand the proportion."
"Otherwise I just want to increase my favorability level directly."
"Permission is difficult now. Prestige and trust are still ways to increase one's moral character."
"The Crown Prince, I once ordered hundreds of households to collect them. I don't know what happened to them. Maybe I can take a look when I go back. Besides, the emperor's death is not far away."
"The prince was at a disadvantage in the previous life, but it took three years for the chaos to subside."
"The prince has the upper hand in this world. I don't know how many years it will take to calm down."
Thinking of this, Pei Ziyun sighed.
Lu Wang Racing Team
The two-month trek was certainly hard work. The driver driving the bullock cart had been exposed to the sun for several months. He casually rolled up his sleeves and saw that the clothes were white under the clothes, and black and white were clearly visible.
The guards in black clothes were all wearing armor, and they were all thinner. The water chestnuts on their faces were clearly visible, and their eyes looked around with some vigilance.
In King Lu's car, King Lu held a scroll in his hand and read it.
"How far is the capital of Qinzhou?" King Lu asked.
Eunuch Liao responded quickly: "Your Majesty, there are still fifty miles. We will arrive tomorrow afternoon."
"I am about to enter the Qinzhou Prefecture. There is no shortage of palaces. There was one in the former Prince Lu's Palace. I heard that it has been under construction for a long time. I can move in and become a feudal lord when I arrive."
"Although it is a vassal, it is not difficult to stabilize it, but how to control the army and infiltrate Qinzhou? I am really upset. It would be great if Mr. King Lu casually put the book aside and rubbed his temples, feeling a little tired from reading.
Several passers-by were walking on the official road carrying packages and straw hats, when suddenly a fast horse galloped past, kicking up a burst of dust.
"Ahem!" The passerby choked on the dust and cursed.
"Don't scold, you don't look like an ordinary person!" A mature person stopped him.
By the way, Xie Chengdong chased all the way with great speed, and finally saw King Lu's motorcade and the armored soldiers guarding King Lu's motorcade. Hearing that a fast horse was catching up, he immediately raised his spear and asked: "Who?"
"It's me." Xie Chengdong pulled the fast horse to a stop and took out King Lu's token.
King Lu was depressed, eating bayberry with ice cubes and couldn't do anything, and was distracted by the scorching sun. At this time, Eunuch Liao came forward and reported: "Your Highness, Mr. Xie is here."
"Hurry, announce it quickly." King Lu stood up and ordered as soon as he wiped his sweat.
"Mr. Xie, you have been away for two months, so I think this king will be here soon. I will be arriving at the capital of Qinzhou soon. I need your help." After a while, King Lu couldn't hold back his joy when he saw the person. He glanced at me and then said: "It's good that sir is here. He must have been traveling all the way, but you can go and wash up for now. Let's have a long talk tonight."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Seeing King Lu's enthusiasm, Xie Chengdong couldn't help but smile and assisted King Lu. It would be a good thing for King Lu to be friendly. A father-in-law came forward and brought a carriage with water in it.
Xie Chengdong sank into the barrel. For a moment, his whole body felt refreshed and his heart sank. He even felt the coolness seeping into his body. It wasn’t much, but it was an endless stream. He couldn’t help but ponder: “I felt it on the way back from Yuyu Mountain. Silk spiritual energy gain practice, what is this?"
"Could it be the help of dragon energy?" Xie Chengdong lowered his head and murmured.
"No, something feels wrong. It seems like I've lost something." Xie Chengdong put his hand to his chest. There was an emptiness here, as if something was missing.
"Do you want to ask the blind Taoist?"
I don't know why this thought came up. Xie Chengdong felt disgusted for no reason and thought: "Well, this little spiritual energy is just a drop in the bucket for the Earth Immortal Breakthrough. To achieve success, he must help King Lu completely control the soldiers of the three palaces as a reserve for the future. "
(End of chapter)