When Yan Dongwu saw her younger brother Yan Chiji and Kong Wuchi visiting together, no matter how bad her mood was, it still improved. Moreover, she was married to the refined and introverted Fourth Prince. Although this husband of the Emperor's son was a bit too playful and was obsessed with poetry, painting, and musical instruments, for a woman, it was already a heavenly wealth that she could not complain about. After the two became husband and wife, they treated each other with respect. Yan Dongwu didn't know what reason he had to be unhappy. Therefore, every time the stewards and maids of the fu saw the Imperial Concubine, they always felt close and kind. They secretly praised her for being a daughter of a noble family. The bit of misgivings they had about their mistress being born in Beiliang was swept away. Yan Dongwu was knowledgeable, and it was clear that the Fourth Prince was very satisfied with this marriage. In the past, he did not socialize much with those disreputable friends of second and third rank officials. Today, together with Yan Dongwu, he received his brother-in-law Yan Chiji and Kong Wuchi, who was a little famous in the capital. The Fourth Prince had always been known for not putting on airs. Today, when he received two people of the same age, he gave them enough face. He personally served tea and water, and laughed and joked with his bookish brother-in-law. What was even more rare was that after the pleasantries, he took the initiative to find an excuse to leave, leaving the Imperial Concubine to chat privately with the two.
In the past, Yan Dongwu loved the house and its crow, and hated the house and its crow. His impression of Kong Wuchi was not very good. After the family moved to the capital, he talked a few times with the sturdy but simple-minded Kong Wuchi and found it difficult to dislike him. Especially his younger brother, who was not on good terms with the group of young masters in the capital and often suffered losses. It was always Kong Wuchi, who had a good relationship with the Second Prince, who led people to get back at him. In addition, the Yan and Kong families were rare scholarly families in Beiliang. In the capital, which was very xenophobic, they inevitably helped each other. Yan Dongwu and his younger brother talked about some personal things, and some simple principles that one had to be clever when working in the capital's yamen. Kong Wuchi did not speak much, and only sat upright and still on the side, foolishly happy.
From beginning to end, the three did not mention that name.
Leaving the luxurious and grand mansion, the Fourth Prince still politely escorted him to the door. Yan Chiji and Kong Wuchi sat in the carriage together. Kong Wuchi asked innocently, "Yan Eating Chicken, your sister seems to hate His Royal Highness. Look, she doesn't even want to talk about it."
Yan Chiji's face darkened as he said softly, "None of this matters now."
Kong Wuchi said straightforwardly, "Hey, I used to think that Brother Feng could become your brother-in-law. At that time, I regretted that I didn't have an elder sister. I was so jealous of you."
After a period of official cultivation, Yan Chiji, who had gradually lost his sharpness as a scholar, changed the topic and said with a bitter smile, "I heard that Hanlin went to the Beiliang Army. This guy really likes to do stupid things."
Kong Wu Chi said unhappily, "How is this a stupid thing? If a man doesn't go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, how can he still be considered a man?"
Yan Chiji glared at him.
Kong Wuchi curled his lips and muttered, "You're not a man."
Yan Chiji gave him a kick. Kong Wuchi, who was not afraid of pain, was too lazy to hit him. He looked out the window and sighed, "I really miss Brother Feng. No matter how much Green Ant Wine I drink, it doesn't work. I just feel that it's boring. It's not the same taste as before."
Yan Chiji said helplessly, "You're a man now?"
Kong Wuchi hugged Yan Chiji's neck and played around.
In the mansion, everyone knew that the Prince's wife had raised an expensive parrot that was clumsy in speech. It hung on the window of the study.
Yan Dongwu stood at the window and only dared to tell the parrot what was on his mind.
The Fourth Prince saw this scene from a distance in the corridor. He leaned against the pillar with his hands behind his head and muttered to himself.
— —
The current dynasty followed the ancient rules of the previous dynasty. The high officials of the three provinces under the Minister of Governmental Affairs had to take turns on night duty in their respective headquarters. Other than the old Grand Preceptor of the old West Chu, Sun Xiji, there was no exception. Today, Grand Secretary Zhang Julu received a report from a direct official in the main hall. He signed on it and took it away, returning it the next morning. The direct official was also used to this and did not flatter or flatter. Before this powerful blue-eyed man became the Grand Secretary, the central government officials took night duty as a hardship. Very few second-rank officials really followed this rule, especially those with noble status. They rarely showed up, and the official in charge of the report did not dare to say much. However, after Zhang Julu took power, he expelled a few men from the Imperial Court on his first night duty. No one dared to slack off anymore. Following the dynasty's peace in the four seas, there was a reputation for the forbidden night to settle the world.
Tonight on duty, after Zhang Julu dealt with a few urgent affairs, he and an old friend of the same master, the Left Chancellor of the Imperial College, Huan Wen, were on duty. Zhang Julu did not drink. In the hearts of all the scholars, Huan Wen, who was as respected as the Chancellor of the Shangyin Academy, was not happy without wine. Even the Emperor made an exception and allowed Huan Wen to drink at night, but explicitly said that he was not allowed to get drunk.
The Left Chancellor of the Imperial College was a thin and elegant old man. He joked, "Old blue-eyed man, your complexion is not bad. What, the Two Sketches and Thirteen Strategies King of Jing An and his Royal Highness Zhao Xun invited an expert to write on their behalf, are you really treating them as a world saving medicine? "
Grand Secretary Zhang narrowed his eyes and said, "Poison is like honey, good medicine is bitter. These thirteen strategies, once implemented, will at least make most of the Imperial Court's officials complain incessantly, even the military will suffer great losses. Tell me, how can I not be happy?"
Huan Wen reached out his hand and pointed at his old friend who was only under him, cursing, "The First Sketches is a strategy in the temple, even the Imperial College is insinuating that we are a bunch of useless scholars who don't know the hardships of the common people and only know how to study to death for scholarly achievements. I'm still fine, since my skin is thick, not scared of being spat on by others, but the newly appointed Chancellor Song You will definitely be angered badly. "
Zhang Julu sneered and said, "That literary giant with good handwriting, fortunately, only went to your Imperial College. Now that I've met him, he can still be considered a smiling face. If he went to the Secretariat or the Menxia Province, I would still have a headache, unable to escape from becoming a political enemy of his."
Huan Wen chuckled and said, "This Song Family father and son pair is a great literary giant who is going to dominate the literary world for a hundred years. Old blue-eyed man, you should take it easy. If they hold a grudge against you, just wait for them to splash dirty water on you after you die."
The blue-eyed purple bearded Grand Secretary Zhang stooped down and reached out to warm himself by the fire, calmly saying, "Pen knife, pen knife, pen knife, a pen is a knife, killing people without spilling blood, in my opinion, he isn't inferior to Great General Gu Jiantang."
Huan Wen drank a small mouthful of wine, narrowing his eyes and lowering his voice, saying, "The Green Party has already fallen apart, but the Gangnam-do Lu Family brothers, one has become the Minister of Rites, the other has become the Assistant Minister of War, the atmosphere is gradually rising, aren't you nervous?"
Grand Secretary Zhang said indifferently, "What's the point of being nervous about these things, I am only worried about things like drought, floods, locusts, and other things."
Huan Wen shook his head, not saying anything.
He only feared natural disasters, not man-made disasters.
With the officials in power, what more could he ask for?
— —
Insignia Mountain's Great Bull Mound, the two great guest elders Huang Fangfo and Hong Yu personally watched as that mountain lord woman placed a single hand on the head of a guest elder kneeling on the ground whose inner force wasn't ordinary, absorbing the aura of this man who was still a powerful martial artist a moment ago, not leaving a single drop behind. When she released her hand, that guest elder's body and blood essence didn't change, but his life force was already extinguished. The two guest elders who secretly captured this person to help the tyrant smiled at each other, their faces full of bitterness and horror. Even though they had already seen this scene many times, each time her absorption speed became faster and faster, the faster the mountain guest elder died, the more terrified they became.
The woman who became Xuanyuan Family's master asked with a smile, "Uncle Huang, Uncle Hong, what number is this?"
Huang Fangfo steadied his mind, doing his best to remain calm as he said, "Thirty-ninth."
It was precisely Xuanyuan Qingfeng who had brazenly ascended to this position during the great snow plains' upheaval. She bent down her slender waist, looking at that corpse that died with remaining grievances, her smile as innocent as a young girl's, saying with a smile, "Two uncles, please be at ease. No matter how vicious Qingfeng's heart is, I still won't act against you two, my father's good friends."
Huang Fangfo said softly, "My only wish is for Miss to reach the pinnacle of martial arts as soon as possible."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng retracted her gaze and stretched her body. Not only was her face glowing, but there were also wisps of purple Qi lingering around her body. She said faintly, "If my father were still alive, he would never say such words. Perhaps he would regard me, his own daughter, as a devil that could be killed, and would no longer be willing to release a jar of Red Osmanthus Wine for me every year. "
Huang Fangfo didn't dare to say anything else.
Hong Yu crossed his arms and began to close his eyes to rest.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng frowned and asked, "If I'm not mistaken, Yuan Tingshan must have somehow obtained Xuanyuan Pan's martial arts experience, and his blade technique realm skyrocketed. Otherwise, with his temperament, he would never compete with Gu Jiantang. On the other hand, our neighbor of Mount Hui, a young Taoist from the Taoist Master Residence with the surname "Ning" on Mount Longhu was able to block the sword of the Peach Blossom Sword God Đồng Thái. Compared to these two men, who's better? Also, during the Buddhist debate on the Golden Lotus Peak, a man with the surname Zhao brought a bald woman. Not only did she discuss Zen with Li Dangxin, she was also said to be the second person in the Vajra Realm other than the white-robed monk. When can I be compared to her? "
Huang Fangfo didn't dare to speak nonsense, so he shook his head and said, "It's hard to say."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng suddenly smiled and said, "Let's not bother about these troublesome matters. Oh right, there's an old saying that rabbits don't eat the grass near their burrows. It's not appropriate to always act against the guest elders on the mountain. I'll have to trouble the two uncles to go to the jianghu and catch some martial artists. What do you think? "
Without waiting for Huang Fangfo to speak, Hong Piao opened his eyes and bowed, saying, "I'm going down the mountain today."
Xuanyuan Qingfeng waved his hand, and the barefoot woman walked to the left side of the spacious main hall by the cliff. The mountain wind whistled, and her sleeves fluttered.
She slowly walked back to her boudoir and put on yellow flowers in front of the mirror.
After drawing her eyebrows and putting on makeup, she held the bronze mirror with one hand and pointed at the person in the mirror with the other. She laughed inexplicably and said, "What an ugly woman."
— —
The Northern Liang Mansion had silently lost a man and a woman, who seemed to be dispensable.
One of them was Murong Tonghuang, who wore the skin of a Transcendent God, and headed north.
The other was Shu Xiu, who headed south.
And Hsu Fengnian, who was alone, slowly headed north again after leaving Flying Fox City.
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