They drank a pot of tea at the Mobrick Temple. The Grand Preceptor was probably tired of walking and talking, so he stopped talking. Then the three went down the mountain and returned to the city. The old man was still the Guangling Taoist Administrator in name, and his official residence was on the old site of the six departments' official residences outside the imperial city of Lost Tripod City. The Guangling Palace was not in the city, but in Guanyu City, which was in the southeast of the vassal king's territory. The people who should leave Lost Tripod City had left. Most of the people who left after the Spring and Autumn period ended were the survivors of other fallen countries. Those who should stay were all survivors of West Chu. With Lost Tripod City as the center, there were six towns and eighteen cities around it. Especially Lost Tripod City, which used the Administrator's Mansion and Bailu Mountain as the framework to make a comeback, supporting a brand-new and vigorous temple. If they won, it would be Da Chu. If they lost, the West Chu in the history books of Li Yang would probably be replaced by Hou Chu.
When the three went down the mountain, there were more than a hundred elite halberd soldiers escorting them back to the city. The Grand Preceptor took the two to a restaurant in the east of the city, saying that he wanted to invite Her Highness to taste the reeds. After sitting down on the second floor, the old man laughed softly and said, "Your Highness, this reeds is a delicacy in the world. This old official has to show off a few words of knowledge to enjoy it to the fullest. The reeds are called reeds because they are like migratory birds. Every spring, they come to the river outside the Spring Snow Building in Guanyu City and flow upstream along the Guangling River. It is reasonable to say that when they reach here, they should be plump and plump. If they are supplemented with the chicken head rice, which is a specialty of Copper Paper City, it will be the most delicious taste in the world. Later on, once the reeds reach Xiangfan City, they will not taste good. However, this old official thinks that it will be difficult to slack off to satisfy my cravings in the future.
Jiang Ni made a sound of agreement and did not say anything else. When the food was quickly served, she picked up her chopsticks and was about to pick up some food. The old man saw her holding her chopsticks and joked, "Your Highness, we all believe that the higher and longer you hold your chopsticks, the further you will find a partner in the future. I remember when I was young, the older generation in my family always used this to tell us. They were afraid that the women in our family would marry too far away, and the men would marry unknown women when they grew up. At that time, we naturally followed the wishes of the elders and picked up the chopsticks. However, we didn't think that when we became elders, we would start nagging at our children. This is probably an inheritance. A family is like this, and so is a country. "
Jiang Ni, who was holding the chopsticks high up in the air, took the opportunity to grab the chopsticks down, which amused the old man. He laughed and said, "Your Highness, don't take it seriously. This old official was just speaking casually. Actually, it's good for a woman to marry far away. At least she won't be subject to military orders when she's abroad. "
Jiang Ni smiled gently and lowered her head to eat the fish. The fish bones were very soft and didn't sting. Even though she didn't eat fish in the past, she still ate a lot. Cao Changqing asked for a pot of wine and slowly drank with the old man. He didn't urge him to drink and just drank by himself. After eating and drinking to their heart's content, they paid the bill and walked out of the century-old restaurant. On the streets that were no longer bustling with people, the old man suddenly stopped and said, "Wait a moment." Cao Changqing sighed and didn't say anything. Not long after, an old man in ragged clothes walked out from an alley and knocked on the clock in broad daylight. He shouted crazily, "Everyone is dead, everyone is dead!" "Open your eyes and look, there is no one alive in Da Chu!" The old man walked on the street and knocked on the clock while shouting. However, the passersby on the street were obviously used to it and didn't even bother to laugh at him. They all turned a blind eye. The disheveled night watchman walked in front of the three people. When he saw them, he was stunned for a moment. He pointed the night watchman at Sun Xiji and laughed hoarsely, "Dead man!"
He then pointed at Cao Changqing and chuckled, "Half-dead man, not far from death!"
When he saw Jiang Ni with the sword box on his back, the old crazy man's eyes were blank and then he started to cry. "Alive? How is there a living person? Go, hurry up and leave! "
The night watchman saw that the woman was unmoved and paused. He turned and ran away, continuing to knock on the clock and shout.
Sun Xiji looked at the night watchman's back and said calmly, "Jiang Shuilang, once in charge of the Chong Wen Courtyard in Da Chu, in charge of the hundred scholars of the three courtyards and the six hundred editors of the Pavilion of Secrets, he went crazy just like that. The Liyang imperial court and Prince Guangling Zhao Yi purposely didn't kill this old crazy man because they wanted all the foreigners in this city to see a joke. "
Sun Xiji walked towards the carriage and bowed. "Your Highness, you can let Changqing take you to see that home. I still have matters to attend to."
Home.
Jiang Si's home was, of course, that Da Chu Imperial Palace that was at the peak of perfection that Great Peace City had to imitate.
Then was it really Jiang Ni's home?
Jiang Ni followed behind Cao Changqing and looked around blankly. When she left this place, she was still young and her memories were blurry. She had long forgotten what she was seeing. She vaguely knew why it was once hailed as the most glorious scene in the world. When the men and women in the palace saw them, they were filled with respect and hope. Cao Changqing walked all the way to a pavilion in the northeast corner of the old imperial palace. After he sat down, the white-haired Confucian scholar sat there without saying a word. Cao Changqing, born of the Dragon Carp County's Cao family, was fully deserving of the title of prodigy of that generation. His master was the Imperial Advisor Li Mi, whose wisdom reigned supreme in the world before Huang Sanjia. He studied chess for more than ten years and eventually defeated Li Mi on the chessboard, becoming Da Chu's chief chess player. He had once played chess with the Emperor many times in this pavilion. This Cao Touxiu had even made the most powerful officials in the palace take off their boots and pour wine for him. How could he not be the most proud genius of the Cao family and even Da Chu? Cao Changqing's eyes were warm as he looked outside the pavilion. Further northeast of the pavilion, when he was still young, he once saw a woman who was humming a folk song. She had a lively temperament that did not match the palace. When she first entered the palace, she saw him and saw that he was like a wooden goose. She even made a face at him. After that, she became an imperial concubine and then the Empress. Cao Changqing was still that outstanding chess player who was always subservient to the Imperial Advisor. In those days, when the Emperor and his subjects were harmonious in chess games, the Emperor, whose chess skills were far inferior to the Cao family's, would always frown and stare at the chessboard. She stared at the Emperor, and the young chess player who was said by Li Mi to be in an invincible position because he had no desire to win or lose, would occasionally steal a few glances at her. When he lowered his head to play chess, he could always see her embroidered shoes that did not conform to the palace's etiquette. They were ordinary, but he could never forget them. He had forgotten them for so many years, why could he still not forget them?
Jiang Ni said softly, "Uncle Chess Player, I know Grand Preceptor Sun's intention. He wants me to be a good Princess, and I will do it."
Cao Changqing came back to his senses. He laughed softly and said, "Your Highness the Princess, don't mind this old man's nagging. Fighting for the country is a man's business. A woman should just look at the country. "
Jiang Ni smiled knowingly, but then she was deeply worried. "The secret letter said that the Ceremony Directorate Head Eunuch Song Tanglu's Shifu, an Old Diao Temple disciple, was escorting a coffin to the south. It was clearly the Gao Shulu mentioned by Huang Longshi, who was specially used to deal with you, Uncle Chess Player. Under the celestial beings, all are ordinary people, not immortals. Under the Way of Heaven, all are small Daos, not big Daos. But this big devil head, after all, has the legendary realm that is one level higher than the immortals on earth. "
Cao Changqing smiled and said, "It's all right. The courage of an ignorant man, this subject is not bad. "
Jiang Ni wanted to say something but hesitated. Cao Changqing said softly, "Princess, there is no harm in taking a look around. This subject will sit here for a while."
Jiang Ni nodded and left with the box on her back.
Cao Changqing sat alone in the pavilion and closed his eyes.
A moment later, Cao Guanzi, who had a one-stone astrological phenomenon, seemed to have gone back in time. When he opened his eyes, he was no longer the martial art master who could pass through the Liyang Imperial Palace like walking through the corridors. He was no longer the mad scholar who could display the ultimate bravery of a martial art master to the fullest. He had only become the young but high-spirited Chess Player. He had a smile on his face, his two fingers pressed together as if he was holding a chess piece. On the empty stone table, the chess pieces flew down like they were flying.
West Chu had black clothes, unparalleled scholars.
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