His Royal Highness happened to hear the old student talking to himself, so he ignored it.
There are countless people in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Eight Kingdoms. Which Sangguo person is not a Sangjia dog
When he passed the Jixia scholar who laughed at himself as an old dog, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the old man's obviously anxious expression. Seeing that His Royal Highness had no intention of resting, he quickly turned sideways and made a deep posture looking at the river, worrying about the country and the people. Very, he continued: "Before I went to Zhenyuan, the battle of the temple was the battle of the pillar kingdoms. It was the civil and military ministers who won the country for the first emperor. Fortunately, he was able to occupy a seat. Since the reign of Yonghui, Zhang Julu, the chief assistant, began to take power. After more than ten years of big fish swallowing small fish, and small fish eating shrimp, the elites of the Eight Kingdoms either actively or forced to gradually abandon the barriers and integrate into the court. , the boundary between civil and military was blurred, and it turned into a north-south confrontation between two major scholar groups. Headed by Zhao Youling, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, Wang Xionggui, Yuan Guo, and Han Lin of the Southern Han clan were promoted one after another, and they were able to control the real power of each department. They complemented each other with the Jiangnan Scholars Group, and their momentum rose. The dispute is only on the surface, and after all, it cannot escape the check and balance of His Majesty the Emperor. Throughout the past twenty years, the figures in the court have all led the way. Only General Xu, who isolated Beiliang, can escape the vulgarity. The value is that he is far away from the disputes in the temple No dispute is the biggest dispute. It is really fierce. The Ming emperors of the past dynasties must avoid important ministers holding power and courtiers ruling the country. I, Liu Wenbao, are different from those political strategists. When looking at the rise and fall of a dynasty, I do not start with the wise and foolish emperors, but rather Find another way, start with the powerful ministers, the virtuous ministers will rejuvenate the country, and the treacherous ministers will harm the country. Liu Wenbao secretly thought that within five years, Zhang Julu, the number one person in the dynasty, would..."
Liu Wenbao, who was eloquent and eloquent in his long speech, only talked about the important part of smoothness. He wanted to make a fool of himself and whetted the appetite of the audience before he made an astonishing speech. The figure is gone, and this impromptu but carefully planned self-recommendation is in vain.
The bereaved dog Liu Wenbao lamented, unavoidably disheartened. He was born in a declining noble family in the old Southern Tang Dynasty. As Xu Weixiong said, he belonged to the kind of poor scholar who could not leave a county for study tours. When he was young, he always missed his mother. He said that he was bitten by a leopard in the palm of his hand before he was born, so he named him Wenbao. When he was young, he determined to become a marquis and become a prime minister, but before the fall of the Southern Tang Dynasty, he only paid attention to the shade of the family. Liu Wenbao was very conceited when he was young, so he went to Shangyin Studying in the academy, aiming to become a blockbuster and amaze the world, but they don't know how difficult it is to enter the academy. The money is exhausted, and the return journey is long. When wars are raging, how can a poor scholar return home? What face do you have to return home? He swore he would never return home without clothes, but in a blink of an eye he turned out to be an old man in his fifties, riches and honors were still far away, and some students in the academy who were astonishingly talented could almost be Liu Wenbao's Grandson, old man Liu’s ambitions in his early years are like the river in front of him. With time, the East China Sea will never return. It’s just that today I ran into the son of Beiliang. Listening to this old student's nagging, it is reasonable. Given His Royal Highness's princely family background, if someone sold his talents to him at a price of two pounds, it would probably be more than a few hundred or even a thousand pounds over the years? What am I, Liu Wenbao, an unknown person
The wind in the river was not that harsh. Liu Wenbao reached out and rubbed his wrinkled skin like a dead tree, and murmured in a daze, "It's time to go home and take a look. Even if you beg all the way, you will die in your hometown, and the fallen leaves will return to their roots."
Xu Weixiong saw Xu Fengnian walking away non-stop, and asked with a soft smile when he reached the bow of the boat: "Aren't you wondering whether this old scholar really has some valuable strategies in his stomach?"
Xu Fengnian laughed and said, "Isn't this old man surnamed Liu saying that he is homesick? If I take a fancy to him and take him to Beiliang, he will not be able to return home until the year of the ox."
Xu Weixiong sighed and said, "Liu Wenbao's hometown has long been changed, and his family has been withered, his father, mother, wife and children have all died of war and disease. Even if he goes back, no one will remember him as an old man who has been away from home for thirty years. .”
Xu Fengnian frowned and asked, "Is this old man really talented?"
Xu Weixiong said indifferently: "Mr. Jishang in the academy thinks that Liu Wenbao is miscellaneous but not good at it, so he doesn't like it."
Xu Fengnian asked bluntly: "I don't care what other people think of me. Sister, just tell me what you think of this old man. If you think it's useful, at worst, I'll let him go to Beiliang to make a living. At worst, I can always make money. It's better to be a good little official than to be angry in Shangyin Academy, the boss is not young, and with his diligence just now, it is clear that his mind is active in reading, and I believe that face is not so important."
Xu Weixiong smiled and said, "I actually don't like Liu Wenbao either."
Xu Fengnian rolled his eyes and said: "What's the matter, let him honestly stay in the Yin School Palace and go to cool off. This son has neither the ambition to dominate the world, nor the hypocrisy of being courteous and corporal. As a matter of fact, an elderly old scholar who has been in the Shangyin Academy for so many years has not made it to the top, and he wasted his rations in Beiliang. If he gets into trouble, he might be chopped off by the soldiers. , why bother?"
Xu Weixiong shook his head and said, "But Liu Wenbao's words just now have some meaning."
Xu Fengnian sneered and said: "Even an ignorant person like me can hear the high-level talk. Zhang Julu, Zhao Youling, or the first assistant minister, the emperor Xiangguo, can't be higher than this river. It’s useless to just talk about it.”
Xu Weixiong, who was standing a little later along the way just now, blinked and said: "The interesting thing is that Liu Wenbao hasn't had time to touch on the things, but it's a pity that you are walking too fast, otherwise he will say that His Majesty the Emperor will support a few years in the next few years. A confidant who can match Zhang Julu in all aspects, in fact, as Liu Wenbao guessed, it is indeed almost inseparable. Do you know that there are two living lords in Menxia province who are responsible for recording and supervising the emperor's words and deeds? This is located next to the emperor. The position of the Huangmen is relatively small, noble and detached, and the two close ministers of the emperor who are about to become popular, their identities are just like what Liu Wenbao said about the dispute between the North and the South. He belonged to the Eastern Yuehan clan, and had never been well-known. He only knew that he studied at the Northern Sacred Zhang family. However, according to reliable sources, this 30-year-old living man was deeply trusted by the emperor. It is exactly the same, and after a few more years, it may be the time for this person to turn the clouds and rains. You must know that many important officials in the court were under the dark lights and could not see the clues, but Liu Wenbao, a scholar who was far away from the temple, was able to tell the truth from the history books. It's not easy to settle the funeral. If you don't believe me, you can call Liu Wenbao to ask."
Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said, "No, Second Sister, you are so good at predicting things. When I was young, I never won a bet against you."
Xu Weixiong narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Xu Fengnian immediately corrected him without the backbone: "Sister!"
I never thought that Xu Weixiong said softly: "From now on, I will call Second Sister Second Sister, and I won't argue with her about this."
Xu Fengnian didn't dare to entangle on this issue, so he accepted it as soon as he saw it, and asked in a low voice: "Since the old man is still a bit capable, how should we deal with it and throw him to Beiliang?"
Xu Weixiong thought for a while, and said: "Don't be in a hurry, and make a decision after you come back from Beimang. If you come forward to win him over with a few words, Liu Wenbao's temper that has been worn away for decades will have to climb up again. You With that impatience, he won't have a good temper to torture anyone."
Xu Fengnian said with an aggrieved face: "Sister, this is too unreasonable."
Xu Weixiong changed the subject, looked directly at Xu Fengnian and said, "I want someone from you."
Xu Fengnian was slightly taken aback, then said, "Say it."
Xu Weixiong smiled playfully: "Yu Xuanji."
Xu Fengnian frowned, "Although Yu Youwei's father is a celebrity who came out of Shangyin Academy, what's the use of his daughter?"
Xu Weixiong continued to act arrogantly, "No?"
Xu Fengnian smiled shyly: "Can I borrow it from you, remember to return it to me?"
Xu Weixiong said without hesitation: "It's a loan, otherwise, what's the use of me asking you for a woman? If she's just an oiran and young wei, it's too violent."
Xu Fengnian wondered: "The capital is ruined and the family is dead, even if it is Yu Xuanji, what tricks can he make in Shangyin Academy?"
Xu Weixiong cut to the chase and said, "If you want to catch a thousand-year-old tortoise, you have to put some thought into the bait you give."
Xu Fengnian was full of suspicion and curiosity, and couldn't help asking: "Sister, tell me."
Xu Weixiong shook his head and smiled without saying a word.
Xu Fengnian immediately took out his trump card, and pulled Xu Weixiong's sleeve to play tricks, probably because she couldn't resist the childishness of His Royal Highness, Xu Weixiong said something inexplicable, "I always wanted to play a game of chess with an old senior, it's time to make a move."
Xu Fengnian let out a groan, and stopped asking the bottom line, knowing that no matter how reluctant she was, she would eventually part ways, so he said helplessly, "Sister, why don't I go to the Academy to visit you after going to Emperor Wudi City in the East China Sea?"
Xu Weixiong said flatly: "No."
Xu Fengnian was about to speak, but she had already finished speaking, "There is no need to discuss this matter."
Elder Xu Feng let out a breath, and said softly: "Then you can use this boat. It is more comfortable and light to travel by water than by land. It saves the bumps and toils. Anyway, I won't need it anymore."
Xu Weixiong was also polite and nodded.
Xu Fengnian went to find Yu Youwei, from the beginning to the end, from speaking to parting ways, the beautiful woman holding a white cat did not talk to His Royal Highness, Xu Fengnian went ashore and rode on the white horse of the gods, looking back, with her and unknown The Wu Meiniang who had gained a lot of weight looked at each other from a distance, and Xu Fengnian sighed quietly. She couldn't tell whether it was the slightest joy or sadness in her eyes. She stayed in Shangyin Academy, as if her parents were buried there. At the beginning, His Royal Highness returned to Beiliang after traveling for three years. If it was a few days later, she seemed to have said that she would go to Academy to guard the graves of her parents, and never Set foot on the rivers and lakes. Xu Fengnian sat on the horse, lightly reined in the horse's reins, turned the horse's head, and drove the horse slowly along the road. I remember that when I was still a dandy in the dandy, I was talking about Wen Jiezi with Yu Huakui who was not Yu Xuanji. She said that the word worry should be interpreted as Li Xin Shang Qiu. Xu Fengnian looked up at the sky and muttered: "What a suitable person!" It's a good time to be full of bullshit and nostalgia."
The perverted little bug on the shore shouted to the big boat: "Sister Yu, sister Yu, I will marry you when I grow up, it's a promise!"
The corner of Long Yuxuan's mouth twitched when he picked up the cheap daddy Dangdang, he pulled the kid back by the collar, jumped onto a horse, and the father and son rode together. If the kid wasn't really mischievous, it would have been a very enjoyable picture screen.
Apart from the father and son, His Royal Highness and Shu Shu Yang Qingfeng's two retinues rode horses, Jing'an Princess Pei and Nanwei Murong siblings rode in two separate carriages, and the old sword god and the blue bird were the grooms.
This small team traveled all the way to the northeast.
At first, His Royal Highness, besides taking the time to learn martial arts from old man Li in sheepskin fur, would also take some time to go to the carriage and have a few rounds of hand-to-hand conversations with Princess Pei, who was in a cage. , and began to be taciturn, the Murong siblings’ excitement of seeing the vast and boundless ocean for the first time in their lives was exhausted by incidentals. Murong Tonghuang is fine, but Murong Wuzhu is weak and not good at hiding emotions. She reunited with His Royal Highness Since then, I have been very fond of this handsome and handsome young master, especially after the Daxueping battle, it was His Royal Highness who moved the heart of their siblings with his own hands. Anyone with a discerning eye is sure that as long as the prince jokes and agrees with his body, she guesses it will be the same. Just shyly pushed and half pushed. Along the way, I always lifted the curtain secretly, looking at the back more than looking at the sea. There are thousands of injuries and illnesses in the world, emotional injuries are fatal, and there is no cure for heart disease. Surprisingly, Murong Tonghuang didn't reprimand him at all, and seemed to let nature take its course.
arrive.
Looking up, you can see the majestic outer city wall of Wudi City.
The horse is psychic, and it stops the horse's hooves by itself without Xu Fengnian's reining in.
His Royal Highness, the son of Northern Liang, did not look at the city wall, but turned his head to look at the surface of the East China Sea in a daze.
After waiting for a long time, Qingniao asked softly: "Master, are we not going to the city?"
Xu Feng said in a young voice: "Go to the city."
Take the lead.
Emperor Wu City was originally an isolated city independent of the dynasty, so the city gate guards here are mostly just decorations, and there is no need for any guides to enter the city, unless some warriors who violated the ban of Emperor Wu City are not allowed to enter, they will be blocked. It doesn't matter whether they are traffickers or pawns or princes and ministers, it doesn't matter whether they enter the city on horseback, jump or crawl into the city, it doesn't matter. The battle of opening the door to welcome guests, even if the emperor who ruled the Spring and Autumn Period entered the city, the second under heaven never walked out of the inner city to greet them. It was the first time for Shu Shu and Yang Qingfeng to set foot in Wudi City. Even though they were used to the wind and rain, they walked from outside the city into the shadow of the city gate, and they still felt heavy in their hearts. There are countless cities in the world. For a hundred years, twenty Once a year in the martial arts review, this gate is the only one where almost all the top ten masters have walked in and out. Today's romantic figures who stand at the top of the martial arts, Deng Tai'a who rides a donkey backwards and carries a peach branch, walks by, and the official in Tsing Yi Cao Changqing walks away. However, they all had to go through this city gate, along the main road on the central axis, to face the head of the inner city, just like the people in the rivers and lakes around Shu Xiu Yang Qingfeng at this time.
There is a monster surnamed Wang, who claims to be the second best in the world, and he will not fall down.
Two years ago, there seemed to be a Xishu swordsman named Jian Jiuhuang, who also passed by with a sword box on his back, and it was the second time. Unfortunately, there were no accidents, but a total of two times he left behind six famous swords in vain. He couldn't even take his life out of the city, so he just sat there and died on the top of the city.
Xu Fengnian dismounted and led the horse along.
After walking for a while, I saw a wine stall on the side of the road, hesitated for a while, sat down, and asked the waiter, "Is there any wine?"
"Yes, yes, we sell wine, why don't we have no wine, we have all kinds of good wine here!"
The shop owner with venomous eyes saw the handsome young man in fresh clothes and a good demeanor, and thought that a big fat sheep came, so that the waiter in the shop who always felt that he only took copper coins and would not work hard, went away, went to the battle in person, sold himself first, boasted, and trotted a few times Stepping up to the young master, he saw the dish and said with a flattering smile: "This son, Zhuyeqing, Liangzhou Laojiao, Jiannanchun, Jinling Daqu, they all have them. What do you want to drink?"
Brother Young Master smiled and said, "Where's the rice wine?"
The owner of the store hesitated for a moment. There is indeed this rice wine, but it can’t be sold at a high price. No matter how much fat sheep is slaughtered, it won’t make much money. But Brother Gongzi just turned his head to look at the inner city, and said without refutation: "Just rice wine."
The owner of the wine stall rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Listen to the accent, this son is from Beiliang, right? Rice wine is good, to be honest, our rice wine is a century-old brand in the city. Twenty taels of silver for a pot of wine is a bit expensive, but you get what you pay for, absolutely worth it! By the way, my lord, do you know the well-known competition in the city a few years ago? Be good, we are honest people, I don’t say anything about once in a hundred years, but once in ten years, there is absolutely no moisture. Before the old swordsman surnamed Huang competed with the city lord, he drank a lot of rice wine at our stall, and he praised our wine as authentic, and he didn’t spend that two for nothing. Ten taels of silver! This swordsman is amazing. He owns six of the top ten famous swords in the world. Say it yourself, my lord, can the swordsman surnamed Huang be weak? Is this the reason? Alas, what a pity This swordsman is still drinking less rice wine at our stall. As the old saying goes, drinking strengthens your courage. Hey, if you have another pot, you might accidentally use your skills as a swordsman... "
The young man just listened to the nagging of the owner of the wine stall without saying a word.
The maidservant in Tsing Yi who did not get out of the car tightly pursed her lips, hesitated to speak, and finally did not open her mouth to disturb the young master.
The old man in the sheepskin fur was dozing off with his eyes closed.
The young man finally spoke: "Bring me a jug of wine and two bowls."
The shop owner was stunned for a moment, but he still did as he did, thinking that even though the young master had brought a lot of servants, no one sat down, why would he want two bowls
Bringing rice wine and wine bowls, the cost of a pot is less than one liang of silver, but the owner of the wine is in a great mood. Muttering that the ranger from outside is easy to fool.
The young master who was slaughtered once didn't seem to mind the money for the wine at all, and said calmly, "I'll pour the wine myself."
The owner of the wine stall didn't bother to put a hot face on his cold butt, and said cheerfully: "We clearly remember that the old swordsman was sitting on the right side of the young master, at the same table!"
The son hummed.
He poured two bowls of rice wine, one of which was placed on the table on the right side, and it was full. He took a sip from the bowl in front of him, raised his head and smiled and said, "The old man with the sword box is missing two front teeth, right?"
The owner of the wine stall thought about it, nodded, feeling a little apprehensive. Could it be that this Beiliang son and the swordsman surnamed Huang still didn't know each other? If it was true, the twenty taels of silver that hadn't warmed up in his hands would be fucking hot.
The young master smiled, and said slowly: "Also, the old man with missing front teeth must not have twenty taels of silver to pay you, the boss. If he is exhausted, he will pour out all the copper coins and buy a bowl and a half of rice wine, and drink it sparingly." ,right?"
The owner of the wine stall who was told the truth was completely panicked and his face was stiff. Although the people in Emperor Wudi's city were ordinary people, they were born with an indescribable sense of superiority. Feelings also have a limit, where in the world do you have to weigh yourself to treat people? The more small the family in the market, the more shrewd and calculating they are. If they don't have the insight to see the wind and the wind, how can they make others willing to take silver and copper coins out of their pockets? Although the owner of the wine stall is an old sparrow who likes to point out the country most on weekdays, and has seen many so-called masters, but that is just lip service. Hitting the iron plate and delaying making money is not beautiful after all.
Fortunately, the young man didn't care about lies with him, and drank the wine by himself. This relieved the owner of the wine stall, and he no longer dared to boast. He went to stand behind the cabinet, carefully guessing who this young man was.
He stared at the pair of long and short knives hanging from Young Master's waist, tsk tsk, such a rare good knife.
Could it be that he is really a son of a well-connected Beiliang family
But I haven't heard that there are famous rivers and lakes sects and martial arts families in Beiliang. Ever since the spear king of the previous generation died, Beiliang has no masters at all. In that impoverished place, Beiliang's 300,000 cavalry are the scariest. Scholars, rangers, etc. are said to be mediocre, and no one is outstanding.
The curtains of the two carriages had already been lifted, Murong Tonghuang and Murong Wuzhu both looked at the silent His Royal Highness, feeling a little incomprehensible.
Princess Jing'an, Pei Nanwei, has seen many different faces of this Highness, but she has never seen Xu Fengnian at this moment, who is silent, smiling and sad, which makes people feel inexplicably worried, just like is a child who makes mistakes.
child
Pei Nanwei sneered, could the child walk out of the reeds outside Xiangfan city alive? Can Guniu Dagang be turned upside down? Can Zhao Danping of Longhushan rush back to Tianshi Mansion from the capital
But why did he set up two bowls and drink that pot of cheap rice wine
For a jug of wine, the wine jug is not very big, but luckily the bowl is also small, but it is enough to fill five bowls. After drinking three bowls, except for the bowl of wine on the table on the right hand side, the young man only has the last bowl left.
Bowl to bowl, or gulp down.
In the eyes of the owner of the wine stall, some godlike young people squinted their eyes, as if they were having a good time drinking, slightly drunk, and murmured: "Old Huang, when I was chatting with you, I asked you what is the style of a master, what did you say?" coming?"
"By the way, he is a master who can make the clouds of the nine heavens hang down and the waters of the four seas stand upright. You say that a guy with such abilities is a real master. You still say that the one from Wudi City, old monster Wang, do the math! Age, you should have this ability, but you clearly know that Old Monster Wang is about to become a fairy, so why do you come here to ask for a fight? Don't you always say that we walk in the rivers and lakes, if we can't be beaten, we run away, the wind is tight Just kidding?"
At some point, old man Li in sheepskin fur got out of the carriage, approached the wine stand, sat down straight away, and cursed: "Boy Xu, what are you talking about, if you don't have the guts to leave with your tail between your legs, you will embarrass the old man here?"
The wine stall was taken aback by the carelessness of the dirty old man, and was very surprised that the old groom without an arm didn't even understand the slightest bit of dignity.
What's even more strange is that the young man was not angry, but just said softly: "Or else?"
The old sheepskin fur man glanced at the city full of warrior weapons from all over the world, and said with a sneer, "I would like to remind you that no matter what you do, the old man has promised Xu Xiao that you will not die."
The young master pointed his finger at the top of the wall, and there was a purple-black box vaguely visible. He said with a smile, "I don't want to do big things either. I can't do big things with my weight, so I just want to take this bowl of wine with me." Take a look there."
The owner of the wine stall subconsciously rolled his eyes. This outsider is an outsider. He doesn't understand the rules and the heights of the sky and the earth. How can ordinary people go up to the top of the city? All knocked down? He has been doing business here for more than ten years, and he has also seen some so-called masters who wanted to float directly to the top of the city. Without exception, they all ended badly. The expert shot, one by one fell to the bottom of the wall like a kite with no wind, and they couldn't die any more. How are the sword gods Deng Tai'a and Cao Qingyi? What is the status of the rivers and lakes? Rumor has it that to challenge the city lord a few years ago, isn’t it necessary to follow the rules and go to the martial arts building to fight up
In the eyes of the owner of the wine stall, the one-armed old man looked unsightly and smiled casually: "What's so difficult about it?"
After hearing that, the young man slowly got up, picked up the bowl of wine, turned his head and said to Qingniao: "You guys wait here."
Pei Nanwei's eyes widened, it was unbelievable, is this guy crazy? Even a woman like her outside the Jianghu knows that there is a No. 2 under heaven in the inner city.
On this day, on the bustling main road of Emperor Wudi City, all the visitors to Emperor Wudi City and the people in the city saw a scene they will never forget. A handsome young man walked with a bowl and said loudly: "Wang Xianzhi, dare to ask what is Nine Heavens?" When the clouds hang down, how can the waters of the four seas stand?!"
These words were uttered with powerful internal force, resounding through half the city.
Immediately afterwards, according to the estimates of the troublemakers later, there should be at least 1,900 swords, which were unsheathed at the same time and soared into the sky, all hanging in the sky.
And this majestic and magnificent vision is due to the words of a one-armed old man who has been lonely for too many years: "Wang Xianzhi! Li Chungang is visiting Donghai, and I will fight you with this full sword!"