Xu Fengnian rode the same horse with the femininity Danying who had a new shawl and hidden sleeves. It is not uncomfortable to say the least, not to mention that the heart is still being held down by it, leading the chaotic energy to go down Kunlun. At this time, Xu Fengnian is really I don't care about being awkward or not.
After the bout with Baima Yicong, gallop back to Beiliang.
As he approached the border, Xu Fengnian raised his hand, and the extremely handsome Qingbai Luan fell straight down and landed on his arm. Soon, there was a sound of horseshoes with a concise and extreme rhythm. The leader was a bloated fat pig, and the mount under his crotch was also a heavy sweaty horse. This fat man was wearing a suit for the first time The armor is light, and because of its size, the saber on the waist is not easy to detect. It is really impossible to imagine that this is a general who has fought many battles in his military career, and it is even more impossible to imagine that this fat man has ever performed a shocking feat of riding a thousand horses to open Sichuan. After Chu Lushan put on his armor, when he saw His Royal Highness this time, he didn’t roll off his horse and crawl on the ground with snot and tears streaming down his face. Instead, he bent down on the horse’s back and held his fists together, and said respectfully, “Your Highness, the last general has already passed away. Make a clean path."
Xu Fengnian frowned and said, "Xu Xiao is here too?"
Chu Lushan, who brought only 300 elite cavalry, raised his head and said with a grin, "The general alone has scared the crap out of Gu Jiantang's 60,000 troops."
The pale Xu Fengnian nodded.
Crossing the unstopped border easily, Xu Fengnian saw a horse galloping towards him.
A father and son stared at each other in silence.
After traveling twenty miles, Xu Xiao finally asked, "Is the injury serious?"
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "I can't die."
Xu Xiao stared and said, "You brat, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Xu Fengnian stared back.
Xu Xiao lost all arrogance immediately, looked forward and sighed: "Thank you for your hard work."
Xu Fengnian said angrily: "You are talking nonsense differently."
Xu Xiao nodded and stopped talking.
Huang Man'er dragged the talisman general's golden armor, walked like flying, followed behind Xu Xiao and Xu Fengnian, and kept giggling.
Yuan Zuozong and Chu Lushan were running side by side, but they hated each other. They were separated by a distance of two feet, and there was no intersection of sight from beginning to end.
Chu Lushan didn't go to see Yuan Zuozong, but just laughed and said: "General Yuan, depending on the situation, didn't you put in much effort? You still have your arms, legs and feet, but His Highness is seriously injured. Why, didn't you meet someone worthy of your old man's hand? Hey Hey, Yang Taisui doesn't pay attention anymore."
Yuan Zuozong ignored Lu Qiu'er's bitter and sarcastic sarcasm, and could not slap a single slap.
It's a pity that Lu Qiu'er has always been the kind of stupid person who can slap the sky loudly by himself, "I said General Yuan, don't make great achievements and look down on us who can only wave the flag to you from a distance. Well, come on, tell us about the great achievements of your old man outside the iron gate, and I will set up a monument for you later, or build a shrine for you? It's not a problem."
Yuan Zuozong never heard or looked at it, nor said he was angry.
Chu Lushan continued to babble endlessly, but lowered his voice slightly: "Hey, I thought you would go to Xishu with Chen Zhibao to become the king, you are just like that idiot of Qi Dangguo, I am so disappointed Now, look at Yao Jian Ye Xizhen's ungrateful white-eyed wolf, he didn't disappoint me."
Yuan Zuozong narrowed his almond eyes.
The fat man hadn't had his mouth full yet. He twisted his thick and short neck and wanted to talk, but Xu Fengnian turned around and reprimanded him: "Lu Qiuer, go back to Beiliang and drink your green ants! If it's not enough, drink milk and urine, whatever you want !"
Chu Lushan shrank his neck, and finally couldn't hold back anymore. He showed his true colors and said flatteringly: "Your Highness will do whatever you say."
Yuan Zuozong looked calm.
Chu Lushan muttered: "What should be rebelled is not rebelled, and what should not be rebelled is just rebelled, you shit."
Yuan Zuozong suddenly said: "On the way here, Your Highness said, let's go back to Qi Dangguo and have a drink together."
Chu Lushan stared round his eyes, turned his head and asked, "Say it again?!"
Yuan Zuozong regained his meditative concentration like a stone Buddha, without saying a word.
Chu Lushan wiped the scorching sweat from his forehead, "Mother, I'm even more flustered than I was when I heard you wanted to light my sky lantern."
Xu Xiao turned his head and glanced at the adopted sons who had been in trouble for many years, and sighed quietly.
Xu Fengnian inhaled for a long time but didn't exhale, then let out a heavy breath, turned his head and asked: "Dead soldier, why?"
Xu Xiao said flatly: "It's not without reason that Huang Man'er didn't get close to his second sister when he was young."
Xu Fengnian's lips trembled, he hesitated to speak.
Xu Xiao said: "Although she was not born to your mother and me, I never regarded her as a dead soldier. I only know that I have two daughters, two sons and two daughters, and all three are handsome. Like their mothers, but the second daughter looks the most like me, Xu Xiao. I don't love her, who do I love? Raising a son and raising a daughter is a different way of raising a son. As a father, I don't know whether it is right or wrong. To be honest, you are the one who suffers the most. Among all the children, I have never scolded anyone, but I only hit you once, and I only made you run away twice or three times. Maybe one day I will be gray-haired. Send the black-haired man, your mother should go early, otherwise I will be beaten to death."
"Then you won't stop my sister?"
"It can't be stopped at all. I sent her a letter saying that Cao Changqing would go to stop her, but she went anyway. There was almost a mutiny within the Daxue Dragoon Army. This silly girl is really more biological than her own. Do you think she looks like it?" I?"
"Like. By the way, you can tell my sister about these things later."
"How dare you, you boy just kick me with a broom and bench every time, if that girl is really angry, she will draw her sword."
Xu Fengnian said helplessly: "Look at the future of this majestic King of Beiliang!"
Xu Xiao smiled and said, "Just as long as you are promising."
Xu Fengnian waved his arms lightly, and the six-year-old phoenix that had been with him for many years fluttered its wings and flew high.
Xu Fengnian looked at the divine bird that was gradually turning into black spots in the sky, and said softly: "I really can't tell, wearing armor, he looks like a general."
Xu Xiao also looked up at the sky, and said softly, "You will do the same in the future."
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A luxury carriage with a lot of beautiful jades drove into the post road of Beiliang Road, and everyone said that it would not show yellow and white when going out in the rivers and lakes. The owner of this carriage really didn't know the dangers of the rivers and lakes. The groom is a middle-aged man with a strong physique. It is cold in late autumn and he is still wearing a black short tight shirt. His muscles are swollen all over his body, but his aura is restrained as usual. The pinnacle of foreign experts. It can be seen from this that the characters sitting in the carriage are domineering and have some reason and support.
The middle-aged groom's surname is Hong, and his name is Biao. The journey has been bloody and rainy. From the southeast of the dynasty to the northwest of Liyang, there are no less than twenty gang sects that are headed or elders turned into cadres overnight. Well, these characters are all well-known in the rivers and lakes, and they are definitely not small fish and small shrimps who can gain fame after practicing a few tricks. It was also mixed with more and more awe, and he didn't even dare to say some things to her face to face. He looked for food for her to nourish her martial arts cultivation, and he was working for a tiger. But she walked into Beiliang this time, so what? Isn't it seeking skin from a tiger
In the carriage, a young woman without maids and maidservants was applying rouge to the mirror. She was wearing a purple dress with large sleeves. Thanks to her, she was able to suppress this pure color. Her lips were already a little sickly purple. At the time, I was using the peach red rouge in the expensive brocade box to press it, otherwise the yin energy would far surpass the heroic energy. She pursed her lips, but there was no emotion in her eyes. Ordinary women hold a mirror and paint their eyebrows with yellow decals, not to mention that they still look like fish and wild goose, it is always a happy thing. She casually threw away the copper mirror and brocade box of rouge, thought for a while, picked up the bronze mirror again, stretched out a finger, and drew horizontally and vertically on the mirror surface, which was fragmented.
She is the hostess of Guniu Dagang in Huishan, Xuanyuan Qingfeng. There are no less than a hundred books piled up in the carriage, most of which are the Xuanyuan family's collection of secret books for hundreds of years. If she wants to give someone away, it is the same as giving a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron. The problem is that the other party may not be willing to accept it, which made Xuanyuan Qingfeng frowned, and his momentum became more and more gloomy, like a withered osmanthus tree in a rainy weather. According to the secret techniques contained in her family's learning, she has absorbed countless skills for more than a year like a female glutton who chooses and eats people, and her martial arts realm has improved by leaps and bounds. Before going down the mountain, a group of old enemies from Huishan bullied her to be the head of the family, and they joined forces to go up the mountain to provoke. Regardless of the presence of real people from the neighboring Longhushan, she hooked all ten people into mummies. Children are not allowed to set foot on Longhu Mountain. But would Xuanyuan Qingfeng care about this
Xuanyuan Qingfeng stretched out a finger, and gently wiped the rouge on his mouth evenly. The corners of his mouth turned up, full of sarcasm. When I reached the top of the Martial Dao, the first target would be Huang Zi from the nest in your Tianshi Mansion. Your Excellency!
She raised the curtain and sat lazily behind Ke Qing Hong Piao. Hong Piao didn't look back, and said with a light smile, "We're in Beiliang."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng nodded, and asked: "Lu Zu has a crooked poem, you have to pass on the longevity technique of the Three Purities, and you have proved that the Vajra is not bad. You said that the mysterious realm is higher than that of the Vajra, is it because the longevity technique in this poem is The relationship between the former King Kong and the latter?"
Hong Piao laughed loudly and said: "Patriarch, you have to ask Huang Fangfo about this kind of reasoning. I don't understand it. I only know how to practice martial arts in this life. In the past, I just got a cheat book and went all the way to Hei, and then I went to Huizhou. Shan, I just picked one or two books to learn, and I didn't think much about reading a few more. After all, I'm still stupid, dead-headed, and there is no medicine to cure it."
The cool breeze from Beiliang was blowing, and the autumn breeze was blowing on his face. Xuanyuan Qingfeng's mood became a little less gloomy and hostile. You have to catch up too. Otherwise, there are really few people in Huishan who can show off in the rivers and lakes."
Hong Piao nodded and said: "Patriarch, don't worry, Hong will not slack off in any way. It is easy to suffer hardships later in the beginning, but it is not easy to transfer from a foreign family to an inner family, but since the Patriarch has pointed out a clear and open way for me, If you don't reach the first-rank diamond state, the bricks in the latrine are really useless."
The lazy Xuanyuan Qingfeng hummed.
The master and servant were silent for a long time.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked abruptly, seemingly jokingly: "Uncle Hong, will you stab a knife in the back one day when we betray our relatives?"
Hong Piao, who had his back to her, froze the rein slightly, then quickly waved it down, and said with a smile: "No. My Hong Piao is today because of your father Xuanyuan Jingcheng. Hong Piao doesn't know how to talk about benevolence and righteousness." Morality, but whether to help relatives or not is doomed from the womb."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled strangely, and said calmly: "Then Uncle Hong stayed in the Beiliang army."
Hong Piao resisted the urge to turn his head, and asked softly, "What?"
"Uncle Hong, you are familiar with the art of war. You cultivated the private army cavalry in Huishan. The prince of Beiliang will probably accept you. Once he is the emperor and a courtier, when he becomes the king of Beiliang, you will always come out on top. One day, it's a thousand times better than Qu Cai being a thug for me, the big devil of the rivers and lakes, and making me smelly. Whether you think I'm keeping you in Beiliang as a hostage for exchange purposes, or because It doesn't matter whether I can't trust you or don't want to keep you by my side. That's it. "
Hong Piao said in a deep voice: "Even if Hong is in Beiliang, he will not dare to forget that he is a Huishan family slave!"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng leaned against the agarwood wall outside the carriage, and did not make a sound.
Hong Piao did not continue to be grateful to Dade.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's gaze shifted from Hong Piao's back to the willow tree on the side of the post road.
Willow, homophonic to stay.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng stretched out two fingers, pinched towards the willow tree by the road, cut off a willow branch out of thin air, and held it back in his hand.
Hong Piao's breathing changed from rapid to slow in an instant.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng wove a willow ring, put it on his head, and smiled sweetly.
The kit, which was equivalent to the last words, had clearly stated that Hong Piao was rebellious, seemingly simple and honest, but in fact he was treacherous and needed to be suppressed with all his strength. It wasn't that Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't have the confidence to make him submit, but he was just afraid that he couldn't help but swallow this rebellious guy alive.
In her eyes, a Hong Piao is nothing.
She vowed to become the number one martial artist as a woman!
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Ninety-nine out of ten of the endless rice fields outside Xiangfan City have been harvested. It was a good harvest year, and the people all said that it was thanks to the blessing of the new King Jing'an.
It's just that this King of Jing'an, Zhao Xun, has a good reputation among the people, but it has taken a turn for the worse among the Qingzhou Youth Party. Everyone scolded the vassal king for forgetting his roots, crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, so he became a vassal king from his son, and his elbows began to turn outward. Terribly. The reason is that the imperial court ordered all the feudal vassals to dispatch elite soldiers to the border to change and strengthen their defenses, and King Jing'an spared no effort to make the Qing Party, which was already talking in the temple less and less important, complain. That's right. The move to reduce the vassal that was put on the table originally came from the two sparse and thirteen strategies presented by Zhao Xun when he entered Beijing. Now he is shooting himself in the foot. He was ruthless enough, and he did the same unambiguously. He was scolded by the Qingzhou generals who were used to being kings of the mountain. When we got together in private, everyone said that this kind of bullshit vassal king with no ambitions, what to do for the Jingan king who stabilized the vassal in the Jingfu side, and went to the capital court to be a servant of the Ministry of Rites.
However, judging by his posture, King Jing'an Zhao Xun enjoyed it and did a lot of things that benefited the people in a down-to-earth way. Many vassal kings imprisoned them, and even took the initiative to visit the surname of the mainstay of the Qing Party several times, and it was not enough to be rejected, but the old man and the young and strong faction behind the wealthy and powerful families did not have any good looks for King Jing'an. The deep friendship accumulated over the years in the past has been diluted. Only some of the younger generation, many characters who can't speak in the family for the time being, still have a good impression of Zhao Xun.
Today, a farm family in the suburbs of Xiangfan City was flattered. Two gentlemen who looked like gentlemen actually stopped their horses and got out of the car. One of them, who was dressed luxuriously, went to the field to help them harvest rice. At first, the old agricultural committee who was in charge of the family did not dare to let the young master do it. Afraid of cutting his hand, he couldn't bear the pleading of the smiling face, so he agreed with trepidation. The son is indeed a scholar who has learned a lot, and he can learn everything quickly. Brother Gongzi cut rice as skillfully as a villager who is used to crop work. When the old farmer’s granddaughter passed the water bottle to the young master, she blushed so much that she couldn’t even make the old farmer happy. She joked privately about her granddaughter, saying that Scholars come from rich and noble families, so they look down on you, girl.
After cutting the golden ripe rice, the young man helped to load the ox cart. The swarthy old farmer felt sorry for his clothes. Finally, seeing his granddaughter's playful appearance of turning her head three times, she smiled and shook her head. The vicissitudes old man felt that the young man was really good man.
The son who went to the field to cut the rice himself sat down on the ridge of the field, wiped the sweat from his forehead, took off his shoes and socks, and stepped his feet on the muddy ground.
Beside him was a young scholar with a gentle smile, dressed plainly, no different from a poor scholar, he did not go to the fields because he was blind.
An attendant hiding in the distance wanted to bring a pot of iced cold wine from the mansion, but was waved away by the brocade-clothed young master.
He smiled and asked, "Lu Xu, do you think this king knows the sufferings of the people?"
The blind scholar twitched the corner of his mouth, "If you can not mention the word 'my king', then you can truly know the sufferings of the people."
The young master laughed loudly, he didn't care about such disrespectful words at all.
Jing'an Wang Zhao Xun.
Lu Xu, a blind man who used to make a living by playing chess in Yongzi Alley.
Zhao Xun sighed, and said worriedly: "Lu Xu, regarding the Qing Party, you asked me to feed the small fish first, to catch fat for a long time, and then cook the old tortoise slowly. I followed your established strategy. These It's not difficult. After all, they are all members of our own family. The Qing Party's building is about to collapse, and it is destined to end in disintegration. A group of stragglers who were driven out of the temple center, most of them have no other choice but to attach to me. But at the moment we But there is an urgent need, the Song family of the three masters in the capital is determined to bite me, the old man Song Guanhai pioneered the Xinming School, and was able to dominate the literary world for twenty years, after my dynasty settled the Spring and Autumn Period, the old master Song even wrote "" The two biographies of "Loyal Minister" and "Ning Chen", as well as the compilation of "Jiuge Quanshu", commented on the scholars of the world on fifteenth every month, and they can ride horses in the imperial city. Yu Lan, who took over the Imperial College You Jijiu, is worth a thousand dollars, and even His Majesty the Emperor is full of praise. Nowadays, most scholars have to write the "Song style" to flatter the examiners when they take the imperial examination. , in one fell swoop, he was named on the gold list, ranked second, and became the latest Huang Menlang. If after a few years of polishing and being released as an official, he immediately mixed with sand and came to our side, it will be completely difficult. Song Guanhai remembers that his father and king were humiliated in court He is old and unrefined, and now he satirizes me in the capital every day, and he keeps impeaching me in the court. Even if it is heard that he is ill now and has few days to live, but Song Zhiqiu and Song Keli are here, it is a blessing for us It's an almost endless battle."
Perhaps because Lu Xu was blind, he seemed to be extremely focused when listening to people talking.
He has a gentle temperament, and he never interrupts when others are talking, and naturally he will not have half a word of pedantry. He quietly waited for King Jing'an to finish his bitterness, and he did not jump to conclusions. Has there ever been a talk about a loyal and good minister in the palace?"
Zhao Xun was infected by Lu Xu, and he was not frizzy, so he calmed down a lot at this time, nodded and said: "Of course I know, Song Guanhai, who was a slave of the three surnames around the Spring and Autumn Period, in order to clear his innocence, and the late emperor I have talked about the difference between loyal ministers and good ministers. Good ministers are for their own selfishness, not afraid of swords and axes, and make the emperor suffer from history books for the sake of their names. Loyal ministers are diligent in assisting the emperor's great cause, while also reaping good things for himself Fame is passed down from generation to generation, and blessings are boundless. Of course, that old fellow Song Guanhai considers himself a loyal minister. In the past 20 years, he has made countless remonstrances, and even the empress has pleaded with His Majesty for him several times before he escaped. Prison disaster. For this, I really admire Old Master Song from the bottom of my heart."
The corner of Lu Xu's mouth twitched into a sneer, and he shook his head and said slowly: "It's just a political strategist's theory of right and wrong. He uses Confucianism, turns to Huang Lao, and then respects the law. He has no integrity at all, and cannot be called a master. Your Majesty once said that Master Song is slow and understanding, but I think it is charming. The world thinks it is a compliment, but after a closer look, it is not a good thing. Or it is a coffin-closing theory with a lot of room for it."
After Zhao Xun was taken aback for a moment, he laughed comfortably and clapped his hands: "Fresh and fresh, Lu Xu, what you said is very satisfying. I want to drink!"
Lu Xu was still in an unruffled state of mind, and said with a light smile, "Last time I asked the maid to read the secret letter from the capital you sent, one of the gossip was ambiguous, and it was rumored that Song Guanhai's memorial to the emperor had secretly kept a copy. But so far, I have resisted handing it over to the historian. This is a lack of heart for those who want to be loyal and good ministers at the same time."
Zhao Xun frowned and said, "It's hard to say whether this matter is true or not. Even if we take a step back, Song Guanhai really has a secret memorial record. As long as we don't hand it over to the historian, what can we do with it? If we bring it into the coffin someday, we will It's even more hopeless. Old Master Song is sure to let His Majesty write an inscription after death."
Lu Xu said in a calm tone: "With Song Guanhai's character, it must be true. As for whether to hand it over to the historian after death, he is worried about his descendants Fuze, even if he is old and faint, his son Song Zhiqiu will stop him. But..."
Zhao Xun said impatiently, "Say it quickly."
Lu Xu, who had no intention of showing off, paused for a moment.
Zhao Xun hurriedly smiled and bowed to apologize, "I was impatient."
Lu Xu said: "When people are approaching their twilight years, especially when they know that they are alive, some powerful people who have no foresight and no immediate worries will often have some big or small tricks. Even if Song Zhiqiu deliberately sews and mends, But it's not watertight, just wait for Song Guanhai's death, strike while the iron is hot, use the spies lurking in the Song family, and deliberately leak the matter to a certain Song family's hostile forces in the capital. It doesn't matter if there are no dead soldiers and spies, it's groundless Gossip is as safe as gossip, and there is never a shortage of villains in the capital. But one thing is extremely important, the news must be delivered quickly, and it must reach the emperor's ears as quickly as possible, and the Song family must not be given the time to destroy the copy of the memorial. If it is quickly If you want to destroy Song Guanhai again, you can only let Jing'an Palace take the lead, instructing one person to collect 342 memorials and spread them in the capital, but in this way, you will inevitably be involved, which is not wise. We can't underestimate the aura of His Majesty's eyeliner and the keen sense of smell of those old officials. Also, please remember, King Jing'an, that Song Guanhai is the mentor of the First Prince and the Fourth Prince, even though you have met them once in the capital. The fate of each other seems to have a good impression on each other, but in fact, the disadvantages far outweigh the advantages for the moment. If you don't need King Jing'an to do this Song family disaster, if there are no clues, then you can tarnish your reputation , the copy of the fake biography was leaked because of you. In this way, you can completely remove the officialdom in the capital and stay away from the two princes temporarily. And don't worry that His Majesty the Emperor will be suspicious of you. After all, he is not the kind of ignorant mediocre , but will only increase trust in you. This is the right way for Xiangfan and you, the economic envoy."
King Jing'an Zhao Xun chewed carefully and nodded frequently.
But Zhao Xun immediately asked: "This trivial matter, can it really overthrow the Song family?"
Lu Xu smelled the unique local fragrance of the rice fields harvested in autumn, and finally a little smile rippled on his face: "The drama in the officialdom should not be overdone. It is the same as the stewed old duck soup. It is slow to cook, but it is too much." After a long time, it will be boring. The Song family is well-educated, but they are far inferior to Zhang Shoufu, Huan Jijiu and others as officials. The point of entry is to be small. Do not underestimate this kind of trivial matter. It is precisely this kind of trivial matter that really turned the Song family from prosperity to decline. Prosperous people and ministers have always been dependent on blessings and misfortunes. Song Guanhai is neither Xu Xiao nor Gu Jiantang, but more It’s not Zhang Julu who seems to be domineering and eccentric, but has a very strong background. The Song family, who has only three generations of wealth, has lost its foundation and frivolity. Jiu, Song Keli's little Huangmen, once disaster strikes, most of the disciples who call themselves lackeys of the Songmen will rush home and draw up their pens to turn against them. It's a very good character if they don't want to be thrown into trouble. King Jing'an, you can choose to be in Song Guanhai If you take actions after death, you can also make actions when Song Guanhai is seriously ill, if it is the latter, you will probably be able to piss off and scare this old master to death."
Zhao Xun fell backwards, laying straight on the ridge of the field, crossed his legs, squinted his eyes and looked at the sky, "What will happen to Song Zhiqiu and Song Keli?"
Lu Xu replied: "It depends on how they deal with it, pleading guilty, denying Lao Tzu and the court, and hope to make a comeback. If the word filial piety is at the forefront, and there is even a little bit of extravagant hope for both loyalty and filial piety, it will die in poverty."
Zhao Xun was speechless.
Lu Xu was also silent, grabbing a handful of dirt.
Zhao Xun sat up suddenly, and asked with a smile, "How did you learn these skills?"
Lu Xu laughed at himself: "I'm blind, I have nothing to do, so I can only think about some things."
Zhao Xun stretched his waist, "You said that old duck pot is really delicious? Later, let the people in the house make two cups for you?"
Lu Xu nodded and said, "It's fine if you don't deduct your salary."
Zhao Xun, who remembered the matter of making soup, patted his buttocks and stood up. Lu Xu gently put down the handful of soil in his hand, stood up and said softly: "The woman's origin is unknown, and I hope King Jing'an will not be contaminated too much. Just don't be emotional."
Zhao Xun said sharply: "Presumptuous!"
Lu Xu smiled without saying a word.
Deadlocked.
Zhao Xun's face changed suddenly, he held Lu Xu's arm, and said very sincerely: "I have been waiting for your words! I know that Xiangfan is the only one who treats me sincerely. How could Zhao Xun not know? I hope you can speak up when I make detours in the future."
"I'm just a blind man who can't take the imperial examination and can't serve as a court official. As long as King Jing'an is willing to tell me, I will know everything and talk about it."
"Hey, do you want to hear about the bed? I, Zhao Xun, can even tell you about this!"
"Don't listen to evil."
"Don't! Lu Xu, Lu Xu, you taught me other things. I must win the game today and talk to you about this matter between men and women!"
"Don't listen to evil."
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Except when the old King Jingan Zhao Heng was alive, Lu Xu went to various yamen to serve as some irrelevant officials and officials. After Zhao Xun's hereditary succession, he has been living in the palace. Unexpectedly, he has not held any official position. The guest picked it up. But in the palace, no one dared to neglect the number one celebrity in front of the feudal lord, even if the big butler who has been in charge of the palace for two generations, when he met Lu Xu, who was blind, he would also greet him in the same way, for fear that something would happen Leaks. And Lu Xu is really easy to talk, and occasionally when he has free time, he can mingle with servants and servants in the house without showing any traces, telling people stories about fox fairies and strange things, helping people with fortune-telling and palm reading, and writing Spring Festival couplets. You can't even hate a loose fairy character, no matter how small-bodied and difficult-to-manage character is, who is full and can't get along with a kind character who won't grab anything from you but can help you at any time
Lu Xu's residence is secluded and elegant. Although it is a private courtyard, the place is really not very grand. In the courtyard, apart from a few maids who are responsible for cleaning chores, there is only one personal maid named Xinghua who serves this uncontested young blind man.
In the dead of night.
Lu Xu was sitting in the study, taking care of Xinghua. He specially lit two oil lamps. As for whether the high-grade turpentine oil is as expensive as gold, Lu Xu would not care about such things.
Lu Xu is currently doing something that he was doing before he was blind, and he laughs at himself as a dog's tail. That is to collect twenty-three histories, as well as the annals of various states and counties in the world, and the collections of official documents of all dynasties. He also asked Zhao Xun to buy it secretly, and it cost a little gold and silver, but Lu Xu still didn't care about it. Lu Xu asked the servant girl Xinghua to recite the text every day, and helped to outline the outline of geographical maps and records. He personally made detailed eyebrow comments on the first draft of the book pages in small script. So far, more than ten volumes have been completed and are in full bloom in the study A bamboo basket in the corner, tentatively titled as "Chunqiu Prefectures' Prescriptions for Treating Diseases", intends to demean himself as a mediocre doctor who only knows how to treat headaches, and he can feel the pulse and cure diseases for the states and counties of the world. It is up to those who read this book later to decide. It is not accurate to say that it is a military classic. It is not correct to say that it is a simple geographical map. Zhao Xun once came to the study and flipped through it casually. He had no interest in intensive reading, but Lu Xu, who regarded writing this book as a leisure job, didn't force it.
Lu Xu stopped writing and rested, turned his wrist, Xinghua asked if he wanted to rub his shoulders and tap his back, but Lu Xu, who was still not used to being attentively waited on by others, shook his head.
Xinghua is an elite soldier in Jing'an Palace, passed from Zhao Heng to Zhao Xun. She is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she must be more proficient in protecting people and killing people. She could die calmly to protect Lu Xu, or she could kill Zhao Xun without blinking an eye because of Zhao Xun's words. Lu Xu is blind, but she knows it well, and she won't feel bad for her or King Jing'an because of it.
It is said that there is no doubt about employing people, and there is no need for others. It is also said that the heart of guarding against others is indispensable. Anyway, all the truths in the world have been explained, but there are too many truths, which means nothing has been said.
Lu Xu has been studying how to carefully weigh people's hearts, and finally came to the conclusion that all women and children know how to weigh interests, but they are afraid that the big fight is small. After much deliberation, he just came up with a method that Lu Xu thought was stupid, which is to calculate the strength of people's hearts by the number of chess pieces.
Lu Xu listened to the subtle sound of chi-chi when the lantern was burning, and said with a smile: "Xinghua, there are countless voices in the world, which one do you like best?"
Xinghua looks mediocre, but her voice is clear and melodious, and she has a graceful figure. Because she has to read books and occasionally ghostwrite, she sits on the chair next to Lu Xu and smiles: "My lord, I don't know. But if you give me some Choose, the servant can answer."
Lu Xu nodded slightly, thought for a while, and said eloquently: "The sound of springs, pianos, pines, bamboos, mountains and birds, banana rain, fallen leaves, children reading books, courtesans singing, girls Take the burden of selling flowers."
Xinghua covered her mouth with a smile and said, "This servant must choose to sell flowers."
Lu Xu couldn't help laughing, "I forgot your name is Xinghua. But let me tell you, there was a great writer in the previous dynasty who was called the emperor of poets. The sound of selling flowers in wells and alleys in several markets is the first, and it can break people's hearts the most."
Xinghua asked suspiciously: "My lord, why is this?"
In front of her, Lu Xu probably wanted everything from others, so he smiled, "I've been thinking about the reason these years, and I'll let you know when I figure it out."
Getting along with Lu Xu day and night, Xinghua became more casual, and joked: "There are also things that you don't understand?"
"There are many."
After the blind man who had been hailed by King Jing'an as "not losing Yuan Benxi" finished his speech, he picked up his pen again and wrote "Prescription" at his desk.
This king is Zhao Heng, not Zhao Xun.
Lu Xu still doesn't understand who Yuan Benxi is who made Zhao Heng still resentful when he was dying.