A pair of master and servant walked out of the bamboo building. They were the young master holding a fan and the green-robed swordsman who had seen the Beiliang's light cavalry in the restaurant. The handsome young master had changed into an ivory fan with three different beauties painted on it. He squatted beside the old Guardian Yu Jiankang and reached out to pet his Persian cat. He raised his head and smiled, "Old Ancestor, why do you have to trouble yourself to let Sword Immortal Tangxi become an official? The Lu family's foundation is not much worse than our Yu family's. One Lu Daolin is nothing to be afraid of, but with this one, it's hard to say. How can Lady Yuan and Lady Gumu Xu enter your eyes? However, once the Lu family has Sword Immortal Tangxi, as long as they earn some military merits, they can become an assistant minister of the Ministry of War. In another seven or eight years, with the Lu family's support, it won't be difficult for them to take charge of a ministry. Compared to Lady Xu Shufei, it will be more important. "
The old Guardian smiled, "Lady Xu Shufei is nothing. To tell you the truth, no matter which family's woman enters the palace, she will not be a match for Empress Zhao. Nowadays, taking the path of a foreign relative is the stupidest method. Lady Gumu Xu does not believe in heresy and is short-sighted. Sooner or later, she will cause trouble. However, the path of a dynasty's military and politics is very profitable. Our Gangnam-do doesn't lack scholars, but we lack people like Lu Baijie who can immediately make contributions. Whether it's in the long run or in the private sector, I will let him enter the Ministry of War. As for whether Lu Baijie can emerge from the cracks between Lame Xu, Gu Jiantang, and the other vassals, we will have to take it one step at a time. With Lu Baijie's personality, he can at most become a general and not a minister of the Ministry of War. However, we can distract the Lu family, create a rift between the Lu family and the Xu family, make Lady Yuan, who has been arrogant and arrogant all these years, feel as if there is a fishbone stuck in her throat. We can also make the Lu family feel indebted to our Yu family. Think about it, how many can we achieve in one fell swoop? "
The young master held the fan with two fingers and smiled, "Four."
After pondering for a while, the young and handsome Young Master opened his fan and said carefully, "Ancestor, the Xu and Lu families are in-laws after all. If Sword Immortal Tang Xi controls the military power in the future, it seems that he can make the Imperial Court fear Beiliang even more."
The old man was gratified and said, "This is only half a gain and half a loss. It's not good to talk nonsense. Cripple Xu and Lu Baijie's personalities are naturally incompatible. His Majesty may not be unable to see it. Even if His Majesty can't see it, Empress Zhao can see it clearly. In this world, the marriage between the aristocratic families is only stable because of the study of aristocratic families like ours. Deep down, the Xu and Lu families looked down on each other. But for you to be able to see this point, it's already not bad. "
The young master smiled and opened his fan. He fanned the Elder Ancestor and the Persian cat to cool them down.
The old man said softly, "Although I called that guy Lame Xu, he's still the Demon Slayer who destroyed nearly half of the youths in eight countries. He even trampled on the righteousness of spring and autumn. He's not someone a child like you can casually provoke. Thus, don't think about how to vent your anger on the small fights in the restaurant. If you make a mistake, you'll be inviting trouble to yourself. Lame Xu's protectiveness is something that you children haven't personally experienced. I don't care if you don't understand it now, you just have to remember these words. The delaying tactics of small officials can give even ministers and generals headaches. When it comes to you, you have to learn to wait. It's a good thing to be young. You can wait. Whether it's Zhang Julu or Gu Jiantang, their achievements today are all due to waiting. "
The young master nodded. He didn't dare to take the Elder Ancestor's advice lightly. Although it was a bit regretful that he couldn't immediately trip up the Beiliang heir, since even the Elder Ancestor said to wait, he was only a bastard son of the Yu family. He naturally didn't dare to disobey and understood the importance of patience.
At this time, Hsu Fengnian only brought Princess Jing An with him as they walked and stopped in Baoguo Temple. As they walked, they arrived at the foot of the Crouching Dragon Pine outside the temple. There was shade and a clear spring. Hsu Fengnian sat on a rock beside the spring. He was particularly comfortable in the scorching heat. Today, Baoguo Temple was hosting an unprecedentedly grand debate. Ordinary pilgrims couldn't enter the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha. There were several monks standing guard at the entrance. Other than familiar faces, ordinary people had to hand over their name badges. Only those with sufficient status could enter.
Hsu Fengnian saw a poor and pedantic scholar pacing back and forth outside the temple for a long time. The sun was scorching hot and he was quickly covered in sweat. He guessed that it was because Hsu Fengnian was dressed in brocade and had an extremely charming "maid" serving him by the spring. He didn't dare to come forward to enjoy the shade. In Gangnam-do, it was a great shame for a descendant of an aristocratic family to sit at the same table as a child of a humble family. Of course, the scholar didn't dare to ask for trouble. However, he really couldn't endure the heat of the sun. After hesitating for a long time, he finally squatted down at the spot furthest away from Hsu Fengnian by the spring. He cupped a handful of water and splashed it on his face. It was extremely comfortable and he let out a long breath. After squatting for a while, he saw that Hsu Fengnian didn't make a sound. Only then did he carefully sit down and wipe his wet hands on his sleeve. He took out a book from his bosom and silently began to read.
Hsu Fengnian glanced at it out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't a book commonly seen in Jiangnan, but rather the "Four Scriptures, Chapters and Sentences Collection" by the great scholar of Beiliang, Yao Baifeng. Looking at the scholar's lips, it was even more interesting. It was simply deviating from the classics to the extreme.
"Mr. Yao's interpretation of the Scriptures, based on what I have seen, may not be the Saint's original edict. There are many things to consider."
"His words are too high, but he exerts his own will too much, overflowing the original Scriptures. He has the suspicion of wanting to surpass the Saint, so that he treads on empty air without substance. It is not the orthodox interpretation of the Scriptures."
"However, compared to the meticulous Confucianism of the School of Learning, there are still many lovely aspects. There is less restraint and more understanding."
Hsu Fengnian observed the scholar's lips and felt it was very interesting. Especially when the shabby scholar closed the book and said, "I, a scholar, will be buried in the grave." He couldn't help but laugh out loud, startling the scholar. His hand trembled and the "Four Scriptures, Chapters and Sentences Collection" fell into the water. The scholar hurriedly jumped into the water. Seeing the soaked book curled into a ball, his heart ached so much that his face was gloomy. After climbing ashore, his soul seemed to have left his body. Even if he tore off a page of this soaked book to dry, it would probably be more than half destroyed. For a moment, he sighed in despair.
Hsu Fengnian joked, "How much is a book worth?"
The scholar didn't raise his head and said, "This book is indeed not worth much, but if I read it, I can make quite a bit of money."
Hsu Fengnian clicked his tongue and said, "There is a saying that a well-read scholar sells the Emperor, but you can't even enter Baoguo Temple. Who cares about you?"
The shabby scholar smiled and lowered his head, minding his own business. "Who said I was going to sell it to the Emperor? The Sage Yun Xiu governs the country and pacifies the world, but there is no such thing as the Emperor. "
Hsu Fengnian bent down and picked up a watermelon that had been chilled for some time from the spring water. He reached out and knocked on it. It just happened to split into two. He smiled and said, "Do you want to eat?"
The scholar raised his head with a puzzled expression.
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "You don't dare?"
The scholar didn't say anything and only frowned.
Hsu Fengnian simply threw half of the watermelon over. The scholar was flustered and managed to catch it with great difficulty. Seeing Hsu Fengnian engrossed himself in eating, he lowered his head and ate a mouthful. The coldness penetrated his heart and lungs.
Hsu Fengnian joked, "To be buried in the grave, what great ambition."
The scholar paused for a moment. This time, his heart and lungs were really cold.
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