"Ahem."
Less than half an hour later, Uncle Wu woke up. Apparently he also realized that his Dantian was broken and he had become a cripple. His eyes were full of decadence and pain.
"My young prince, I have failed you...!"
Yan Li waved his hand to stop Uncle Wu from continuing.
"Uncle Wu, don't say anything, just take good care of yourself. I will definitely find the person who hurt you!"
He did not ask who was responsible for Wu Zhongmou. Since the other party only seriously injured him but did not kill him, it showed that the other party was very confident. Even if Uncle Wu woke up, he would not be able to know their identities.
After leaving Uncle Wu's residence, Yanli moved towards the main house with a sudden move in his heart. There, his father in this life lived, the former genius prince and now the good-for-nothing Yong Wang Li Wuming.
"I've met the young prince."
Nodding to the guard, Yan Li stepped towards the main hall, and suddenly, a strong aroma of wine came.
"Bring the wine! Bring the wine!"
In the main hall, a tall figure with black hair flying around, swaying in steps, grabbed the wine bottle given by the maid, raised his head, and pointed the bottle mouth at his mouth, revealing a slovenly, pale and weathered cheek.
The transparent wine flowed down the river, part of it fell into his mouth, and the rest splashed on his clothes.
Yan Li stopped in front of the main hall. Looking at the crazy-looking figure, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but get slightly wet. He sighed deeply, stepped into the main hall, took a bottle of wine from the maid next to him, and waved to the two maids.
"Slave, please leave!"
After the maid left, Yan Li walked to Li Wuming's side and said in a choked voice, "Father, the child is back."
Brushing away his scattered hair, Li Wuming's turbid eyes fell on Yan Li, but he quickly turned his head away, sat on the ground without any scruples, and whispered, "Are you disappointed when you see your father's appearance? "
Yan Li integrated Li Li's memory and naturally accepted his feelings. He didn't know why Li Wuming was so decadent, so he was very dissatisfied with him and even held a grudge against him.
But I learned from Xia Houzun that he became like this because of his mother's death, so he had some admiration and respect for him.
Throughout the five thousand years of China, there have been many ruthless heroes who fought for profit, but there were not many who would give up their true love and nature for the sake of a woman.
"No! I'm not disappointed!" Yan Li raised the bottle and touched it with Li Wuming, "I'll drink with you."
A look of surprise flashed in Li Wuming's eyes, but then he laughed loudly without caring, but there was a bit of bitterness in his voice, "Okay, let's get drunk together, father and son!"
"good!"
A hint of meaning appeared at the corner of Yan Li's mouth.
He raised his neck and poured wine into his mouth.
"Snapped!"
The empty wine bottle flew to the ground and turned into a pile of fragments. With a wave of his hand, another bottle of wine fell into his hand.
"readily!"
Li Wuming also followed Yan Li's example and smashed the wine bottle, and couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.
"Father, I will give you another bottle."
"Come!"
… …
Yan Li didn't know how much he drank, how many bottles he smashed, and he didn't work hard to force the drink. He staggered to Li Wuming's side, put his palm on his shoulder, and said confusedly.
"Father, would you like me to recite a poem for you to cheer you up?"
"Very good."
Li Wuming's cloudy eyes glanced at Yan Li again, but he had a strange feeling in his heart. Li'er was different from before. What changed him
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine."
The Tianhuang Continent respects martial arts and uses them to govern the world, but there are still some literati. Although these literati are weak, they have an energy in their bodies that cannot be ignored.
In particular, the words and phrases they invented called poetry had an extraordinary charm and were sought after by nobles from all over the world. Many brothel girls even composed and sang them.
Although Li Wuming had no political thoughts due to the death of his wife and drank for fun all day long, he also had a certain understanding of his only son. He was a rare talent for governing the country, with extraordinary literary and military skills, but he had never heard of him. Writing a poem, even just two sentences, can outline a poignant picture.
"When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine!" As he recited these two lines, his wife's figure flashed through his mind, and he closed his eyes in pain...
I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade buildings will be too cold at high places. I dance to clear my shadow, so it doesn't feel like I'm in the human world.
The ups and downs and emotion-filled voice resounded in his ears. Li Wuming's face turned slightly and his body began to tremble.
Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless.
There should be no hatred. When we grow up, we will become whole again.
Tears fell silently, Li Wuming slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Yan Li, his chaotic eyes a little brighter.
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.
Nung, moon and new moon.
After reciting a poem, Yan Li looked at Li Wuming who was dumbfounded and seemed to have some realization, with a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
The next morning, Yan Li woke up and couldn't help but rub his aching head. Last night, he and his father Li Wuming were both very drunk. They didn't know how they ended up in the house.
"Little prince, you're awake, Ling'er will bring you face wash."
After washing up and teasing Ling'er a little, Yan Li went to the courtyard to practice his sword skills. When he left the Dahuang Palace, his master Xia Houzun passed on a set of sword skills to him.
This set of swordsmanship is said to have been acquired by him by chance. There are nine moves in total, but so far, he has only mastered three of them.
Therefore, he taught all the essence and mystery of the first three moves of swordsmanship, and he had to understand the last six moves by himself.
The spiritual fetus clone's aptitude was unparalleled, so Yan Li directly threw the entire set of swordsmanship to him. But what he didn't expect was that even the spiritual fetus clone found it very difficult, and told Yan Li not to disturb him, and he wanted to practice the swordsmanship in seclusion.
This set of sword techniques has no name, but the master named it "The Nameless Sword Manual!" ", the first three sword techniques are: flawless, survival from the dead, and catching millet from the fire.
Although I have received experience from my master, it still feels very difficult to practice it. It feels even more difficult than when I first practiced "Tianhuang Sword".
I tried all three types of Qi one after another, but still couldn't perform a complete sword technique.
Sighing slightly, Yan Li put away his sword and stood up.
After having breakfast with Yu Xiaoxiao, he went to the study alone. During the years when Li Wuming was the prince, many military or court ministers came to seek refuge.
But since he was deposed, most of the people who came to his side have left, leaving only a small number of people who were still loyal to him, waiting for him to get back on his feet.
Looking through the roster in his hand, Yan Li was quite moved. This roster was stuffed into his arms by Li Wuming last night.
After quickly browsing the information on the roster, Yan Li was a little surprised.
Among them, the one with the highest status was Jiang Longxiang, the Minister of War at that time.
Jiang Longxiang was a man with a violent personality and a hatred of evil. He wrote to Li Wuming many times to argue that the prince did not care about political affairs.
Therefore, the other three princes secretly wooed him, but he rejected them all. Therefore, he gave people the impression that he kept to himself and was unwilling to join any faction.
This time, it seems that he has already joined his father's disciples, but he did it secretly and not known to others.
The political structure of the Dayun Empire was similar to that of the Sui and Tang Dynasties in China, with six major divisions: labor, rites, officials, punishment, households, and soldiers.
The Minister of War has the power of the world's military and can be said to be the person with the most authority among the six major departments. With his support, Yan Li will have greater control in this heirloom.
However, Jiang Longxiang can only be used as the last trump card, so you have to find opportunities to communicate with the other party and build a good relationship.
Except for Jiang Longxiang, the remaining eight people either served in the military or in the court. Among them, the highest-ranking one was Zhong Haolong, the fifth-rank censor of the court.