Xu Zhihu did not mind this kind of small quarrel. Her brother was very good at dealing with women. She shifted her position and leaned against His Royal Highness. She asked, "Is Cao Changqing's martial arts really as good as people say?"
Hsu Fengnian let out a long breath and laughed softly, "So good that it's a paste, so fierce that it's a mess."
Xu Zhihu asked softly, "Then what about the ginger paste?"
Hsu Fengnian did not speak.
He was able to confidently make a bet with Pei Nanwei, even concealing the wager, because he was certain that the proud and arrogant Princess Consort of Jingan wasn't a shrewd businesswoman. Once she lost to him, the profits would be greater than the wager he made. But when he was up against Cao Guanzi, who he couldn't beat, scold, or scheme against, he really couldn't do anything. Once one reached the peak of martial arts, they naturally had the qualifications to look down on all heroes.
When Cao Changqing first entered the Imperial City, it was as if he had entered an uninhabited land. What he said was even more domineering. "Killing Zhao is my life's ambition. Don't laugh at me. So what if there are only three households left in Chu? I enter the Imperial Palace like passing through a corridor. "
For such a master who did not care about his life as if he was possessed by the devil, Hsu Fengnian aside, almost no one could do anything to him. Unless Qi Xuanzhen appeared, perhaps even Wang Xianzhi could not stop Cao Qingyi from doing what he wanted to do with his life. That confrontation under the pavilion did not mean that Cao Changqing could defeat the old God of Swords. However, for Cao Qizhao who did not forget West Chu, once he set his mind on something, he could ignore all the gods and Buddhas in the world. That year, thousands of Imperial Guards were in front of him, he still killed his way through. Wang Xianzhi was at the top of the building and climbed up in one breath. Today, Li Chungang was in front of him, so he naturally walked up as well. Cao Qingyi's righteousness and Li Chungang's sword style were different paths leading to the same goal.
Should he put the ginger paste?
Hsu Fengnian did not give an answer when he arrived at the Lu Manor's Freehand Brushwood Garden. Cao Changqing did not enter the residence. He did not seem to be in a hurry to put pressure on His Royal Highness. Hsu Fengnian somewhat understood the thoughts of the two emperors of the dynasty. Beside the bed, in Great Peace City, there was an indescribable feeling of suffocation when such a Confucian scholar had appeared in front of him. Cao Changqing came to the capital three times and the palace three times to let Emperor Zhao of the Liyang Dynasty know that the whole world was his, but he might not be able to enjoy it in peace. For the entire afternoon, His Royal Highness, with his usual expression, stayed in the Freehand Brushwood Garden and chatted with his elder sister Xu Zhihu. Hsu Fengnian talked to her about the white fox face that had ascended to the third floor, about the female Dharma King of the Secret Sect he had met by chance outside Xiangfan City, about the wooden sword Wen Hua they had met by accident in the city, and about the girl Li Zi who had grown up in the temple. He talked about the romantic girl Wang Dongxiang and the big turtle on the Spring God Lake. As for the difficulties of practicing the knife, he skipped over in a few words.
At noon, after His Royal Highness left Baoguo Temple, the poor scholar and the little beggar also stepped over the threshold and continued the debate in the meditation room. The time, place, and people were all on Yuan Honghu's side. This time, he had truly lost. Chen Liangxi, who had studied hard, was not discouraged. Yuan Jiangyan's clear talk was worthy of his title as the first on the left side of the river. He was not fishing for fame. There were three good things about Jiangnan scholars. They were good at keeping prostitutes, good at maintaining a reputation, and good at creating momentum. Those who had reached the peak were probably Yuan Jiangyan and the few people who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Mr. Ambitionist. The abbot, Yin Daolin, lived up to his nickname as the Motionless Monk. He did not speak, but when Chen Liangxi rose to leave, Yuan Jiangyan did not move. He only nodded his head in acknowledgment. The old and respected Jiangnan monk personally rose to see him off to the door. Of course, the little beggar could not enter the meditation room. She stood at the door, still holding the empty watermelon in her hands. It was comical and laughable. Walking out of Baoguo Temple, Chen Liangxi turned his head to look at the temple door with a faint expression of disappointment. He said to himself, "Our paths are different. It was not my plan."
The little beggar asked softly with a face full of curiosity, "Where's that kind brother?"
Chen Liangxi rubbed her little head and said gently, "He should have left Baoguo Temple earlier than us."
The little beggar made an "oh" sound and was very disappointed.
Chen Liangxi bent down to help take the watermelon. He joked, "What's wrong, Little Dingdong? You like that big brother? Indeed, he's a hundred times better looking than brother Chen. "
The little beggar's little face flushed red. She stammered, looking very cute.
Chen Liangxi no longer teased the little girl.
The little beggar grabbed the poor scholar's sleeve and walked on the road. After hesitating for a long time, she gathered her courage and was about to raise her head to speak when Chen Liangxi lowered his head and said softly, "You know Little Dingdong still likes brother Chen the most, right?"
The little beggar smiled brilliantly.
Chen Liangxi raised his head to look at the sky. His smile was intoxicating. He said, "In the future, if brother Chen can step into the mud of history and luckily leave a footprint, you must also let Little Dingdong accompany you."
Since ancient times, there had been countless heroes in troubled times, but how many could leave their names in history? Even a few dozen words would be an extravagant hope! The so-called footprint of this poor scholar who died a posthumous scholar was clearly an ambitious person who wanted to leave his name in history and not some unofficial history compiled by a private person. How could the little beggar understand this? In her view, it was probably not as practical as eating fried watermelon slices for dinner. She only thought that brother Chen had said something good. She was happy and skipped around. This was a rare moment of carefree. Chen Liangxi also knew that the little girl did not understand, so he said it. He threw away the teachings of the Saint about investigating things, knowing sincerity, and cultivating one's body. He did not care about the Inner Saint's foundation or the Outer King's career. He did not even think about whether or not his Winding Water Talk had become a rare commodity worth hoarding. He only smiled and said, "Let's go. We'll go outside the temple and draw a dragon for you and grandfather on the stone slab. As usual, brother Chen will draw the dragon and Little Dingdong will add the finishing touch."
The little beggar made a heavy sound of agreement.
Xu Huipong stood at the entrance of Baoguo Temple. She looked at the two poor figures, one big and one small, gradually disappearing into the distance. She was lost in thought. As the daughter of a noble family, she was able to become acquainted with the poor scholar Chen Liangxi because of a chance encounter by the spring outside the temple. The little beggar went into the water to pick up money and was reprimanded by the monks in the temple. Chen Liangxi, who had entered the temple to borrow the scenery to paint peonies, happened to pass by and helped the little beggar out of the situation. Xu Huipong was in a good mood at the time and told Baoguo Temple not to stop the little girl from picking up the wishing money in the pond. Later, she accidentally discovered that Chen Liangxi had secretly drawn a dragon. At first she was shocked by his audacity, but after a closer look she was shocked by his exquisite painting skills.
It was a painting of a serpent fighting a dragon. Above it, the sky dragon could be seen in the colorful and condensed clouds, dripping with ink. The sky dragon had a long beard and a huge mouth, soaring through the clouds and mist, old and fearsome. Below it, the serpent came out of the water, clawing with its claws. The giant serpent coiled around the mountain, spitting its tongue toward the sky. At that time, the painting had already reached the end. Xu Huipong was really frightened by the bizarre and strange scene. Chen Liangxi had been seen through, but he did not panic in the slightest. After chatting, they chatted happily, and she greatly admired Chen Liangxi. Only this person's edges and corners were too distinct. Xu Huipong knew that only her father, a first-class famous person in Jiangnan, could tame him, so she had the intention of taking things slowly. Her original intention was for Chen Liangxi to be tempered by life for a few more years, and then she would make an exception and recommend him to the Xu family. He would start as an advisor, and perhaps he could transform into a dragon. In the future, Chen Liangxi would naturally be grateful to the Xu family for bestowing him with sexual intercourse. Only then could he be considered to be truly used by the family.
Now, Chen Liangxi, who had monopolized the limelight of Winding Water, could be considered to be soaring. Very soon, his name would spread throughout Gangnam-do. If the Xu family wanted to recruit him again, they would have to do it brazenly and the capital they would have to spend would be several times more than before. How could Xu Huipong not hate His Royal Highness? The bigger secret was that if Lu Baijie had not appeared, she would have almost fallen to the point of having to warm the bed for this unscrupulous prince. Xu Huipong concentrated on cultivating and naturally saw this as a great humiliation.
Just now, she saw Bo Ji Yuan Jiangyan in the temple. This famous person's eyes were obscure and gloomy, which made Xu Huipong's hair stand on end.
A famous person who could say, "Raising a soldier is not like raising a dog. It is like raising an eagle. When hungry, use it and when full." He was not just a moral Confucian who only knew how to talk mysteriously.
Xu Huipong sighed and was disheartened.
She walked out of Baoguo Temple alone and narrowed her eyes. She slowly walked to the foot of the wall and said with a sad face, "Cao Changqing? What does it have to do with me? I'll just pretend I didn't hear it! "
This female Taoist priest lowered her head to look at a clump of weeds and sneered, "Women are as cheap as grass."
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