The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 166: The wind rises and the phoenix flies, and the willow ring sells flowers
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Go to Beimang alone, Chapter 166, the wind rises and the phoenix flies, Liu Huan sells flowers and the snow is fierce and swordsman. Author: Fenghuo Opera Princes
[Update time]2013-08-1412:41:38[Word count]9141
Xu Fengnian rode the same horse with the feminine Danying who renewed his shawl and concealed his sleeves. There is nothing uncomfortable. Besides, the heart pulse is still being held by it, guiding the Xuluanqi machine to Kunlun. At this time Xu Fengnian really can't care about awkwardness or awkwardness.
After the round with Bai Ma Yi, the horse returns to Beiliang.
Approaching the border, Xu Fengnian raised his hand, and the handsome Qingbai Luan fell straight and stopped on his arm. Soon there was a sound of horseshoes that could be called the extreme simplicity of Rhythm. The first person was a fat pig with a bloated head, and a horse with a heavy sweat and blood under the crotch. This fat man was wearing a set for the first time. Light armor, because of its size, the saber around the waist is not easy to detect. It is impossible to imagine that this is a military general with hundreds of battles, and it is even impossible to imagine that this dead fat man has once had the amazing feat of a thousand rides. After Chu Lushan was armored, I saw His Royal Highness this time, without rolling down the horse on the spot, and making a scene of nasal tears and tears. He just bent over on the horse and held his fists, and said respectfully: "His Royal Highness, the end Open up a clean path."
Xu Fengnian frowned and said: "Xu Xiao is here too?"
Chu Lushan, who brought only three hundred elite cavalry troops, raised his head and grinned: "The general has already scared the sixty thousand soldiers and horses of Gu Jiantang's old army into piss."
Xu Fengnian, with a pale face, nodded.
easily crossed the unobstructed border, Xu Fengnian saw Yiqi galloping in.
A pair of father and son looked at each other silently.
After traveling twenty miles, Xu Xiao finally asked: "Is it seriously injured?"
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said: "I can't die."
Xu Xiao stared and said: "Smelly boy, what bullshit!"
Xu Fengnian glared back.
Xu Xiao immediately lost his arrogance, looked forward and sighed: "Thanks for your hard work."
Xu Fengnian said in a bad mood: "You are not talking nonsense."
Xu Xiao nodded, and stopped talking.
Huang Maner dragged the golden armor of the talisman and walked like flying, following Xu Xiao and Xu Fengnian, laughing all the time.
Yuan Zuozong and Chu Lushan go hand in hand, but they hate each other. They are two feet apart, and there is no line of sight from beginning to end.
Chu Lushan did not go to see Yuan Zuozong, but he smiled and said: "General Yuan, depending on the situation, didn’t you work hard? The arms, legs and feet are still there, but your Highness is injured very seriously. What’s wrong, I didn’t meet anyone worthy of your old man’s action. Good thing? Hey, Yang Taisui doesn't even look at it anymore."
Yuan Zuozong ignored Lu Qiu'er's acrimonious sarcasm, and he couldn't make a slap.
It’s a pity that Lu Qiu'er has always been the kind of **** who can slap his slap alone, "I said General Yuan, don’t look down on us like this who can only wave the flag and shout for you from far away. Come on, come, tell us about the great achievements of your old man outside the Tiemen Pass. When I look back, I will set up a monument for you, or build a shrine for you? It’s not a problem."
Yuan Zuozong has never heard, watched, or said angry.
Chu Lushan continued to babble there forever, but lowered his voice slightly: "Hey, I thought you would follow Chen Zhibao to Xishu to rule the king. Your old man is like the idiot of Qi Dangguo, too I was disappointed. Look at Yao Jian and Ye Xizhen's gratuitous white-eyed wolf, and you didn't disappoint me."
Yuan Zuozong narrowed those apricot eyes.
Fatty Fatty has never had a foot-to-mouth addiction. He twisted his stubby neck and had to talk. Xu Fengnian turned his head and reprimanded: "Lu Qiu'er, go back to Beiliang to drink your green ants! If it is not enough, drink milk and pee. , It's up to you!"
Chu Lushan shrank his neck, and finally couldn't stretch it, showing his true face, with a flattering expression: "Your Majesty says what you say."
Yuan Zuozong looked calm.
Chu Lushan muttered: "What should be reversed is not reversed, and what should not be reversed is reversed. It's a bit of a dog."
Yuan Zuozong said suddenly: "His Royal Highness said on the way here, turn around and pull up Qi as the country, and drink together."
Chu Lushan stared round eyes, turned his head and asked: "Say it again?!"
Yuan Zuozong meditated like a stone Buddha again, without saying a word.
Chu Lushan wiped the hot sweat on his forehead, "Mother, I am more panicked than when I heard that you wanted my sky lantern."
Xu Xiao turned his head and glanced at the pair of righteous sons who had been in the air for many years, and sighed quietly.
Xu Fengnian breathed in for a long time but didn't exhale, then exhaled heavily, turned his head and asked: "The dead man, 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, and he stopped talking.
Xu Xiao said: "Although she was not born to your mother and I, I never regarded her as a dead man. I only know that I have two daughters, two children, two daughters, and three children. Be handsome, follow their mothers, only the second daughter looks like me the most like Xu Xiao, who do I care about her? It’s a different way to raise a son and a daughter, and I don’t know if it’s right. It’s wrong. To be honest, you are the most bitter. Of all the children, I haven’t scolded anyone. I only beat you once, and I told you to run out twice and three times. I’m not sure one day. If the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, your mother will go early, otherwise you will definitely kill me."
"Then you won't stop my sister?"
"I can’t stop it at all. I sent a letter to her saying that Cao Changqing would go to stop her. She went, and there was almost a mutiny inside the Snow Dragoon. This stupid girl is really more real than her own, you say Does it look like me?"
"Like. By the way, you can tell my sister after these words."
"How dare you, you kid always use the broom and bench to chase me out. If that girl is really angry, she will draw a sword."
Xu Fengnian said helplessly: "Look at your outstanding talents of the Northern Liang King!"
Xu Xiao smiled and said: "You have something to do."
Xu Feng shook his arms young and lightly, and the six-year-old phoenix that had been with him for many years flew high.
Xu Fengnian looked at the divine bird gradually turning into black spots in the sky, and whispered softly: "I really can't see it, it looks like a general in armor."
Xu Xiao also looked up to the sky and said softly: "You will be the same in the future."
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A luxuriant and luxurious horse-drawn carriage drove into the post road in Beiliang Road. They all said that they would not show yellow and white when they walked in the rivers and lakes. The owner of this horse-drawn carriage was really innocent of the sinister rivers and lakes. The groom is a middle-aged man with a strong physique. He is very cool in late autumn. He is still wearing a black short tight shirt. His muscles are bulging, but his aura is restrained as usual. The pinnacle of foreign masters. It can be seen that the people sitting in the carriage are domineering with some truth and support.
The middle-aged horse husband's surname is Hong, and it is a **** wind on this journey. Walking from the southeast of the dynasty to the northwest of Liyang, the head or the elders become a gang sect with human beings overnight. There are no fewer than twenty. These characters have great names in the arena. They are definitely not small fish and shrimps who can earn a reputation after practicing a few hand-held styles. Hong Bi sighed. Some of them are hard to get off. The young master of's is more and more awe-inspiring, some words he has not even dared to tell her face to face, he is looking for food for her as a supplement to martial arts training, to serve as a tiger, but she walked into the north this time Cool, why don't you seek skin with the tiger?
In the carriage, a young woman without a maidservant was applying rouge to the mirror. She wore a purple dress with large sleeves. Fortunately, she was able to suppress this pure color. Her lips were already a bit sickly transparent. Zi, at this time, is pressing with the pink rouge in the expensive brocade box, otherwise it will be far better than Yingqi. She pursed her lips, and there was no mood swing in her eyes. Generally, women hold a mirror and draw yellow decals on their eyebrows, not to mention that they still look like this, which is always a happy thing. She threw away the bronze mirror and brocade box rouge at will, after thinking about it, she picked up the bronze mirror again, stretched out a finger, and drew on the mirror surface horizontally and vertically, fragmented.
She is the hostess of Huishan Guniu Dagang, Xuanyuan Qingfeng. There are no less than a hundred books piled in the carriage, most of which are secret books collected by the Xuanyuan family for hundreds of years. She wants to give someone to someone, which is no different from sending a bunch of scraps of copper and iron. The problem is that the other party is not necessarily willing to accept it, which made Xuanyuan Qingfeng frown, his aura becoming gloomy and gloomy, like a ruined sweet-scented osmanthus tree in rainy weather. Based on the secret techniques contained in her family studies, she has been like a glutton who chooses and eats for more than a year, and has absorbed countless skills to cultivate her martial arts realm. Before going down the mountain, a group of Huishan’s old enemies deceived her to be the head of her house. They joined hands to provoke her. Regardless of the presence of a real neighbor from Longhushan, she hooked all a dozen people into corpses. Children are not allowed to set foot in Longhu Mountain. But Xuanyuan Qingfeng would care about this?
Xuanyuan Qingfeng stretched out a finger and gently wiped the rouge on his mouth. The corners of his mouth were curled up, full of sarcasm. When I walked to the Budo Aotou, the first target was the nest of your Heavenly Master Mansion. The yellow and purple nobleman!
She raised the curtain and sat lazily behind Ke Qing Hongpi. Hong Pi didn't look back, and smiled lightly: "I'm in Beiliang."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng nodded, and asked: "Lu Zu has a crooked poem, and he has to pass the Sanqing Longevity Technique, which has proved that King Kong is not bad. You mean that the Profound Realm is higher than King Kong. Is it because of this poem? What is the relationship between the longevity technique before the King Kong body and the back?"
Hong Li laughed aloud: "This kind of truth, the Patriarch, you have to ask Huang Fangfo, I don’t know much. I only know how to practice martial arts in this life. When I arrived in Huishan, I just picked one or two books to study, and I didn’t want to read more. After all, I’m still stupid, clumsy, and useless."
The cool breeze of the northern coolness, the autumn is blowing, Xuanyuan Qingfeng's mood is a little lighter, a little less gloomy, and smiles: "Uncle Hong, Huang Fangfo broke through the windows of the first-grade realm. If the paper is out, you have to catch up. Otherwise, there are really few of us in Huishan, so we can show off on the rivers and lakes."
Hong Li nodded and said: "Patriarch can rest assured that Hong will not be slack. It is easy to take the road outside, and it is easy to endure hardship at the beginning, but it is not easy to transfer from the outside to the inside, but since the owner has already pointed me out. Road, if you don’t reach the first-grade diamond stage, the bricks in the pit are really useless."
, the lazy Xuanyuan Qingfeng hummed.
The master and servant were silent for a long time.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng asked abruptly, seemingly joking: "Uncle Hong, will you one day stabb a knife in the back when all my relatives leave?"
The horse rein in the hands of Hong Piao, who turned his back to her, froze slightly, then quickly waved it down, and smiled and said, "No. My Hong Piao can have this day. It is all given by your father, Xuanyuan Jingcheng, Hong Piao doesn’t know how to go. Talking about benevolence, justice and morality, but helping the relatives and not helping them is destined to come out of the mother’s womb."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng smiled weirdly, and said in a calm tone: "Then Uncle Hong stayed in the Beiliang army."
Hong Li resisted the urge to turn his head and asked softly: "What?"
"Uncle Hong, you are familiar with the strategy of warfare. The private army cavalry in Huishan are all cultivated by you. The son of Beiliang will probably accept you. Once the emperor and the courtier, when he becomes the king of Beiliang, there will always be The day you made your mark, it was a thousand times better than Qucai’s giving me this big demon as a thug, which caused a stench. No matter if you think I am for exchange purposes, it’s better to keep you in Beiliang as a hostage. , Or because I can’t believe in you and don’t want to keep you by my side, it doesn’t matter. This is the case."
Hong Li said in a deep voice: "Even if Hong is in Beiliang, he will never forget that he is a Huishan slave!"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng leaned against the agarwood wall outside the carriage without making a sound.
Hong Li did not continue to be grateful for Dade.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's sight turned from behind Hong Piao to the willow tree on the side of the post road.
柳, the homophony stays.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng stretched out his fingers, pinched the willow tree by the side of the road, cut off a piece of willow out of thin air, and returned it to his hand.
Hong Li's breathing suddenly slowed down in an instant.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng wove a willow ring, put it on his head, and smiled.
The kit equivalent to a last word clearly stated that Hong Piao is rebellious, seemingly honest, but in fact cunning, and needs to be suppressed with force. Xuanyuan Qingfeng didn't have the confidence to make him surrender, but for fear that he couldn't help it, he would take this rebellious guy alive.
In her eyes, what a Hong Piao can be.
She vowed to be the first person in martial arts as a woman!
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The endless stretch of rice fields outside Xiangfan City have been harvested nine out of ten. It was a good harvest year. The people said it was the blessing of the new King Jingan.
It’s just that the Jing’an king, Zhao Xun, has added good reputation among the people, but in the Qingzhou Youth Party, it has taken a sharp turn. They all scolded the clan king for forgetting his roots and crossed the river and demolished the bridge. Began to turn away badly. The reason was that the imperial court ordered the various domains to mobilize elite troops to rush to the border to change defenses and increase defenses. King Jing'an spared no effort to let the Qing Dang, who had been speaking in the temple less and less important, complain. That’s right. The move to cut the vassal vassal on the table was originally from the two sparse and thirteen policies that Zhao Xun submitted when he entered Beijing. Now he has shot himself in the foot, and Zhao Xun, the "civilian" prince who made an exception as a manager, really did. It was ruthless enough, and it did the same unambiguously, and was scolded by the generals of Qingzhou who were used to being the king of the mountain. When they meet in private, they all say that this kind of brash clan king, what the Jing'an king who settles the other side of Jingfu, is almost the same as going to the court of the capital to be a servant of the Ministry of rites.
But looking at the posture, Jing’an Wang Zhaoxun was happy in it and did a lot of down-to-earth things that benefited the people. He didn’t mind being rejected by the leaders of the Youth Party column because of his special status. Without the imprisonment of many vassal kings, he even took the initiative to visit the mainstay surname of the Qing Dang several times. It is not enough to close the door, but the old man and the young and strong behind the high-ranking tycoons can't talk about having a good face for King Jing'an. . The deep friendship accumulated over the years in the past has been diluted, only some of the juniors, and the many characters who are temporarily unable to speak in the family, still have a good impression of Zhao Xun.
Today, a farmhouse on the outskirts of Xiangfan city was flattered. Two gentry-like sons stopped their horses and got off the cart. One of the luxuriously dressed gentry went down to the fields to help them harvest the rice. The old farmer committee who was in charge at first dared not let it. The son-in-law did it for fear of cutting his hand, but he couldn't survive the pleading with a smiling face, so he responded tremblingly. The son-in-law is indeed looking at a scholar who has asked questions from the university. He learns everything quickly. The autumn harvest is completed on an acre of land. Second In an acre of rice fields, the father-in-law cut rice is as skillful as a villager who is used to harvesting. When the granddaughter of the old farmer handed the jug a water bottle, she blushed too much, and it was even more difficult to give the old farmer a joke. Said that the scholar came from a wealthy family, so I can't look down upon you as a nizi.
After cutting the golden ripe rice, the son also helped to load the bullock cart. The dark-skinned old farmer felt sorry for him for his clothes. Finally, he watched the granddaughter's playful appearance three times slowly and secretly. He smiled and shook his head. That son is really nice.
The son-in-law who went down to harvest the rice himself sat down on the ridge, wiped the sweat on his forehead, took off his shoes and socks, and stepped his feet on the mud.
There is a young scholar with a gentle smile beside him. He is dressed plainly, no different from a poor man. He did not go to the field because of his blindness.
A concealed attendant wanted to bring a pot of iced wine delivered from the mansion with a whip, and was waved back by the elder brother in Jinyi and Huafu.
He smiled and asked, "Lu Xu, do you think this king knows the suffering of the people?"
the blind man twitched the corner of his mouth, "If you can not mention the word ‘this king’, then you really know the people’s suffering."
The son of laughed loudly, not caring about such disrespectful remarks at all.
Jingan Wang Zhaoxun.
Lu Xu, a blind man who used to bet on chess to make a living in Yongzi Alley.
Zhao Xun sighed and said worriedly: "Lu Xu, for the Qingdang issue, you let me feed the little fish first, make a long line to catch fat, and then add warmth and fire slowly to stew the old tortoise. I will do it according to your established strategy. These are not difficult. After all, they are all family members. The Youth Party is about to fall apart, and it is destined to end in disintegration. Most of them have no choice but to rely on me for a group of stragglers who have been driven out of the center of the temple. But at the moment we have an urgent need. The Song family of the three masters in the capital is determined to bite me. The old Song Guanhai pioneered the study of mind and Ming and was able to dominate the literary world for 20 years. After the Spring and Autumn Period, Master Song is even more He wrote the two biographies of "Loyal Minister" and "Ning Chen", and compiled "The Complete Book of the Nine Pavilions", fifteen comments on the scholars of the world every month, and they can ride horses in the imperial city. They are all honors worshipped by scholars all over the world. Song Zhiqiu, the little master Song Zhiqiu Qing was better than blue, and took over as the Imperial Academy of You Jijiu, one word of gold, even the emperor also praised his majesty. Nowadays, most scholars who take the imperial examination have to write that'Song Ti' to flatter the examiner. Song family youngster Feng Song Keli is not insulting. Family learning style, in one fell swoop, the title of the gold list, ranked second, and became the new Huang Menlang. In case of further polishing for a few years, he will be released as an official, and immediately mixed with sand to our side, but it will be completely difficult to deal with. Song Guanhai remembers the enemy. To humiliate him in court is not to repair. For example, today I was ridiculing me in the capital, and I was constantly impeaching me at the court. Even if I heard that he is now in a ill health, he will be able to live within a few days, but Song Zhiqiu and Song Keli are here. Come to us. It is a vicious battle that is almost endless."
Perhaps Lu Xu was blind because of his blindness. When listening to people, he seemed particularly attentive.
He is a gentle temper. He never interrupts when others speak. Naturally, he doesn’t have a half-sounding rhetoric. He quietly waits for King Jing’an to finish his bitterness, and he does not jump to a conclusion. He just asks calmly: “Jing’an Wang Ke knows that Song Guanhai had a loyal minister and a good minister in the temple?"
Zhao Xun was infected by Lu Xu, and he was not irritable. At this time, he was much calmer and nodded: "Of course I know that Song Guanhai, who was a domestic slave of the three surnames before and after the Spring and Autumn Period, wanted to wash out his innocence. I have talked to the first emperor about the difference between a loyal minister and a good minister. Good ministers are selfish, not afraid to add himself, and let the emperor be stigmatized by history for his name. While loyal ministers are diligent and diligent in assisting the emperor’s great cause, he himself He also gained a good reputation, and his descendants have passed on his fortunes. Of course, the old guy Song Guanhai is a loyal minister, and he has been ridiculing and admonishing countless times in the past twenty years. Even the queen has personally interceded with his Majesty for him several times. I escaped from prison. At this point, I really admire Master Song with my heart."
Lu Xu's mouth evokes a sneer, and he shook his head slowly and said: "It's just the long and short doctrine of a strategist. He suddenly used Confucianism, then turned Huang Lao, and then worshipped the law. He had no ethics at all, and he couldn't be a master. Two words. Your Majesty once said Master Song is slow and easy to understand, but I think it is charming. The world thinks it is praise, but if you look into it, this is not a good thing. Or it is a theory that has a lot of room for coffining. "
Zhao Xun was taken aback, he laughed comfortably, clapped his hands and said: "Fresh and fresh, Lu Xu, your saying is so pleasing. I want to drink!"
Lu Xu is still Gu Jing Bubo's state of mind, and smiled lightly: "Last time I asked the maid to read the secret letter to the capital you sent, one of the gossips was ambiguous. Rumor has it that Song Guanhai's memorial to the emperor was secretly kept. There is a copy, but so far I have resisted not giving it to the historian. This is not enough for people who want to be loyal and good ministers."
Zhao Xun frowned and said, "It’s hard to tell whether this matter is true or not. Even if you take a step back, Song Guanhai really has a secret record of memorials. As long as you don’t hand it to the historian, what can we do with this? The coffin is even more useless. Master Song is sure to let His Majesty write the inscription after his death."
Lu Xu said in a calm tone: "Song Guanhai’s character must be true. As for whether he will be handed over to the historian after death, he is worried about his son Fuze. Even if he is old and faint, his son Song Zhiqiu will stop him. But. ……"
Zhao Xun said impatiently: "Speak quickly."
Lu Xu, who hadn't tried to sell Guanzi, paused.
Zhao Xun hurriedly smiled and apologized, "I am in a hurry."
Lu Xu said: "People who are in their twilight years, especially when they know they are alive, some powerful people who have no foresight and no worries, often have some big or small faint moves. Even if there is Song Zhiqiu deliberately sewing Patching up, but not dripping water, just wait for Song Guanhai's death, strike while the iron is hot, use the spies lurking in the Song Mansion, and deliberately leak this to a certain Song family hostile force in the capital. Rumors and rumors are as safe as groundless rumors. There is no shortage of villains in the capital. But one thing is extremely important. The information must be transmitted quickly and reach the emperor's ears as quickly as possible. The Song family must not destroy the memorial copy. If it is quickly destroyed, and if you want to bring down Song Guanhai, you can only let Jing'an Prince's Mansion take the lead, and instruct one person to gather three hundred and forty-two memorials and spread them in the capital. But in this way, you will inevitably get involved. It’s not wise. We can’t underestimate the aura of your majesty’s eyes and eyes, and the keen sense of smell of the old officialdom. Also, King Jing’an, please remember that Song Guanhai is, after all, the mentor of the eldest prince and the fourth prince, even though you are in Beijing with They all have a relationship, and they seem to have a good impression of each other. In fact, for the moment, the disadvantages far outweigh the benefits. If this Song Sect disaster does not require King Jing'an to go out in person and there are no clues, then You can be stigmatized, and the copy of the fake memorial chapter leaked because of you. In this way, you can completely remove the capital from the officialdom and stay away from the two princes for the time being. And don’t worry that His Majesty the Emperor will be suspicious of you, he is not after all That kind of ignorance will only increase trust in you. This is the right way for Xiangfan and your manager."
Jingan Wang Zhaoxun chewed carefully and nodded frequently.
But Zhao Xun immediately asked: "This trivial matter can really overthrow the Song family?"
Lu Xu smelled the unique local fragrance of the autumn harvest rice fields, and finally filled with a little smile on his face: "You can't overdo it in officialdom. It's the same thing as stewing the old duck soup. , But it’s too long to taste. The Song family has a good scholarship, and it is far inferior to Zhang Shoufuhuan Jijiu and others when it is an official. It is much worse than the old Sun Taishi left by the Western Chu Dynasty. Also, since ancient times, it has written ideas. The requirements are big, but the entrance is small. See Weizhi, don’t underestimate such trivial matters. It is precisely such trivial matters that really make the Song family decline from glory. Rongji is a minister and has always depended on blessings and misfortunes. Song Guanhai is neither Xu Xiao nor Xu Xiao. Gu Jiantang is not the seemingly domineering Zhang Julu, who is actually very rich in background. The three-generation Song family has a frivolous foundation and seems to be full of glory. In addition, Song Guanhai has too many complaints against the literary giants. It is difficult to keep the evening festival. Song Zhiqiu's Guozijian Youjijiu, Song Keli’s Xiaohuangmen, once a catastrophe strikes, most of the protégés who claim to be running dogs of Songmen will rush home and give a blow. If they don’t want to fall into the trap, they are considered to be very strong. You can do it for King Jing'an. You can choose to act after Song Guanhai’s death, or when Song Guanhai is seriously ill. If it’s the latter, you can probably be mad and scared to death of the old master."
Zhao Xun fell backwards and lay straight on the ridge, raised Erlang's legs, and squinted his eyes to the sky, "What about Song Zhiqiu and Song Keli?"
Lu Xu replied: "Look at how they respond, take the blame, deny Lao Tzu to the court, and hope for a comeback. If filial piety takes the lead, or even a little extravagant hope for loyalty and filial piety, you will die in failure." /
Zhao Xun was speechless.
Lu Xu was also silent, grabbing a handful of dirt.
Zhao Xun suddenly sat up, smiled and asked, "How did you learn these doorways?"
Lu Xu laughed at himself: "I am blind and have nothing to do, so I can only think about something."
Zhao Xun stretched his waist, "You said that old duck pot is really delicious? Go back and let the people in the house make two cups for you?"
Lu Xu nodded and said: "It does not deduct salary."
Zhao Xun, who noted the soup, patted his **** and got up. Lu Xu gently put down the dirt on his hand, then stood up and whispered, "The woman is of unknown origin. Too much, just be tempted."
Zhao Xun sternly said: "Presumptuous!"
Lu Xu smiled and said nothing.
is deadlocked.
Zhao Xun's face suddenly changed, holding Lu Xu's arm, he said sincerely: "I've been waiting for you! I know that you are the only one who treats me sincerely. Would Zhao Xun know that? Oh, I hope you can speak up when I make detours in the future."
"I'm just a blind man who cannot serve as a court official without imperial examinations. As long as King Jing'an is willing to tell me, I must know that I can talk about everything."
"Hey, what about the bedclothes, do you want to listen to it? I, Zhao Xun, can even talk to you about this!"
"Do not listen to indecent assaults."
"Don't! Lu Xu, ah Lu Xu, you taught me everything else. I must win a round today and tell you about this man and woman!"
"Do not listen to indecent assaults."
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Lu Xu, except for the old Jingan Wang Zhao Heng, had been serving as some irrelevant small officials in various yamen. After Zhao Xun’s hereditary resignation, he had been living in the palace and unexpectedly did not hold any official positions. Be regarded as the staff and the clean guest shoulder to shoulder. But no one in the palace dared to neglect the first celebrity in front of the king, even the big butler who has been in the palace for two generations, met the blind man Lu Xu, and he was just as cold and inquisitive, for fear of a little bit of trouble. Flaws. And Lu Xu is really good to talk, and occasionally he can mingle with the servants of the mansion without showing a trace, tell people about fox fairy tales, help others to read the palmistry, and write Spring Festival couplets is also responsive. It is really a hopelessness. The begging celestial character, even the hard-to-fuck character with a small belly, can't be disgusted. Who is full and can support you with a kind character who can help you at any time but can't take it away?
Lu Xu’s residence is secluded and elegant. Although it is a detached house, the place is really not very impressive. In addition to a few maidservants who are responsible for cleaning and chores, there is also a personal maid called apricot blossom to serve this world. Indisputable young blind man.
It's quiet at night.
Lu Xu was sitting in the study, taking care of the apricot blossoms. He deliberately lit two oil lamps. As for whether the top-grade turpentine oil and water were as expensive as gold, Lu Xu would not care about this kind of thing.
Lu Xu is currently doing something he was doing before he was blind, and he laughs at himself as a dog. That is the collection of twenty-three histories, the world’s prefectures and prefectures and counties, the collection of official documents of each dynasty, whether the official records of the country, or the official records of the people’s secret records, which are recorded when they are obtained, except for the collection of King Jing’an. Zhao Xun was also asked to buy it secretly, spending a few dollars of gold and silver, but Lu Xu still didn't care about it. Lu Xu asked the maid Xinghua to read the text every day, and helped to record and outline the outline of the geographical map. He personally wrote meticulous eyebrow annotations in the first draft of the book page in small letters. He has completed more than ten volumes and is in full bloom in the study. A bamboo basket in the corner is temporarily titled "Chunqiu Prefecture Prescriptions for Prescriptions for Diseases". It deliberately demoted himself as a stubborn doctor who only knows how to treat headaches and treats the pulse for Tianxia Prefecture. As for whether the right medicine can be prescribed, it is It is up to the person who reads this book in the future to decide. It is inaccurate to say that it is a classic of military strategists. It is not right to say that it is a simple geographic map. Zhao Xun once came to the study room and flipped through it. He was not interested in intensive reading, but Lu Xu, who wrote this book as a leisure errand, did not force it.
Lu Xu put the pen to rest, turned his wrist, Xinghua asked if he wanted to rub his shoulders and knock his back, but Lu Xu, who was still unaccustomed to being served by others, shook his head.
Xinghua is an elite dead man in the Jing'an Palace, passed from Zhao Heng to Zhao Xun's hands. She is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she is definitely more proficient in protecting and killing people. She could go to death calmly to protect Lu Xu, or she could kill Zhao Xun without blinking because of a word. Lu Xu was blind, he knew it well, and he wouldn't be grudged against her or King Jing'an because of it.
said that the use of people is not suspicious, and people do not need it. He also said that the defensive heart is indispensable. Anyway, the truth in the world has been explained, but if there is too much truth, it is actually not said.
Lu Xu has been studying how to weigh people's hearts carefully, and finally came to the conclusion that women and children know that weighing the pros and cons, but they are afraid of the big fight. After much deliberation, he just came up with a method that Lu Xu thinks is stupid, which is to calculate the thickness of people's hearts based on the number of chess pieces.
Lu Xu listened to the small squeaking sound when the lantern was burning, and smiled: "Xinghua, there are countless sounds in the world, which one do you like best?"
Apricot Flower looks plain~IndoMTL.com~ But the voice is crisp, very pleasing, and her figure is graceful, because she needs to read books and occasionally ghostwriting, she sits on the chair next to Lu Xu, smiles and said: "My son, the servant doesn’t know. . But if the son gives some choices, the servant can answer."
Lu Xu nodded slightly, thought about it, and said: "The sound of springs, pianos, pine waves, bamboo roars, poultry, bananas, rain, fallen leaves, children’s reading, famous prostitutes’ songs The sound, the girl is carrying the sound of selling flowers."
Xinghua covered her mouth and smiled: "The servant girl must choose the sound of selling flowers."
Lu Xu laughed dumbly, "I forgot your name is Xinghua. But I tell you, there was a great writer called the emperor of poetry in the past, who said that he is the same as you, and that there are thousands of kinds of heaven and earth. Lai, the sound of flower selling in the deep lanes of the city is the first, and it is the most capable of breaking people's liver and intestines."
Xinghua asked puzzledly: "My son, why is this?"
Lu Xu, in front of her, probably asked people everywhere, so he smiled, "I have been thinking about the reasons for these years, and I will tell you when I figure it out."
gets along with Lu Xu day and night, and Xinghua is also a lot more casual, jokingly: "Is there something that the son doesn't understand?"
"There are many."
The blind man who was once praised by the Jing'an King as "Don't lose Yuan Benxi" in person, after finishing speaking, he picked up his pen again and wrote "Prescriptions" at his desk.
This king is Zhao Heng, not Zhao Xun.
Lu Xu still doesn't understand who is Yuan Benxi who made Zhao Heng dying still resentful.