"Hey, do you want to hear about the matters in bed? I, Zhao Xun, can even tell you about this! "
"Don't listen to indecent things."
"Don't! Lu Xu, Lu Xu, you taught me everything. Today, I must turn the tables and tell you about the matters between men and women! "
"Don't listen to indecent things."
…
Other than when the old King of Jing An and Zhao Heng were still alive, Lu Xu had been transferred to various government offices to serve as minor officials. After Zhao Xun's succession was passed down, he had been living in the palace. Unexpectedly, he did not hold any official position and was only considered an advisor. However, in the palace, no one dared to neglect the most popular person in front of the vassal king. Even the head butler, who had been in charge of the palace for two generations, was also concerned about the blind Lu Xu's well-being when he met him, fearing that he would make the slightest mistake. And Lu Xu was indeed easy to talk to. Occasionally, when he was free, he would be able to get along well with the servants in the mansion. He would tell stories about the Fox Immortal's strange stories, help people to read their fortunes, read their palms, and write couplets. He would also grant anyone's request. He was truly an individual immortal who had no desires. No matter how petty and difficult it was to deal with someone, they would not be able to hate him. Who would be so free to make things difficult for a kind person who would not snatch anything from you but could help you at any time?
Lu Xu's residence was quiet and elegant. Although it was a standalone residence, the place was not very impressive. In the courtyard, other than a few maids who were in charge of cleaning and chores, there was only a personal maid called Xing Hua who served this young blind man who stood aloof from worldly affairs.
In the dead of night.
Lu Xu sat in the study and took care of Xing Hua. He specially lit two oil lamps. As for whether or not the high-grade turpentine oil was as precious as gold, Lu Xu did not care about this kind of thing.
Lu Xu was currently doing something he had been doing before he became blind. He mocked himself for being a dog's tail. That was to collect the twenty-three historical records, as well as the chronicles of the various prefectures and counties under the heavens, as well as the compilations and memorials of various generations of famous officials of various dynasties. Regardless of whether it was the National Classics or the Imperial Decrees, or the official records of the people's secrets, he would record whatever he could get his hands on. Other than the King of Jing An's collection of books, he also asked Zhao Xun to secretly purchase them. Lu Xu still did not haggle over how much money he had spent. Lu Xu had the maidservant Xing Hua read the text every day, and also helped to draw the outline of the geographical map. He would personally write in tiny regular script and make detailed annotations on the first draft of the book. So far, he had already completed more than ten volumes of the book, which was placed in a bamboo basket in the corner of the study room. For the time being, the title of the book was "The Spring and Autumn Prescriptions for the Cure of Diseases in the Prefectures". He intentionally demoted himself as a mediocre doctor who only knew how to treat headaches, taking the pulse and treating the diseases of the prefectures in the world. As for whether or not he could prescribe the right medicine, it would be up to the person who would read the book in the future to decide. It was not accurate to call it a military classic. It was wrong to call it a simple geographical map. Zhao Xun once came to the study room and casually flipped through the book. He had no interest in reading it. Lu Xu, who only thought of writing this book as a leisure task, did not force him.
Lu Xu put down the brush and rested. He rotated his wrist. Xing Hua asked if he wanted a shoulder rub or a back rub. Lu Xu, who was still not used to being eagerly served, shook his head.
Xing Hua was an elite warrior of sacrifice in the Jing 'an Palace. She was passed down from Zhao Heng to Zhao Xun. She was proficient in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She must be even more proficient in protecting people and killing people. She could calmly face death in order to protect Lu Xu. She could also kill Lu Xu without batting an eyelid because of Zhao Xun's words. Lu Suan was blind, but he was well aware of it. Moreover, he would not bear any grudges against her or the King of Jing 'an because of this.
As the saying goes, don't suspect people if you use them. If you doubt them, don't use them. It was also said that one must always be on guard against people. Anyway, all the principles in the world had been explained. But if there were too many principles, it was as good as not saying anything.
Lu Xu had been studying how to carefully weigh people's hearts. In the end, he came to the conclusion that women and children all knew how to weigh the pros and cons. After thinking about it, he could only come up with a method that Lu Suan thought was stupid. It was to use the number of chess pieces to calculate the thickness of people's hearts.
Lu Xu listened to the subtle sound of the burning lantern and smiled. "Xing Hua, there are countless sounds in the world. Which one do you like the most?"
Xing Hua looked ordinary, but her voice was crisp and pleasant. Her figure was also graceful. Because she had to read books and occasionally write for Lu Xu, she sat on the chair next to him. She smiled and said, "Young master, I don't know. But if you give me some choices, I can answer. "
Lu Xu nodded gently. After thinking for a while, he said, "The sound of spring, the sound of zither, the sound of pine waves, the sound of bamboo whistling, the sound of mountain birds, the sound of banana rain, the sound of falling leaves, the sound of children reading, the sound of famous prostitutes singing, and the sound of young girls selling flowers."
Xing Hua covered her mouth and smiled. "I will definitely choose the sound of flowers selling flowers."
Lu Xu laughed involuntarily. "I forgot that your name is Xing Hua. But let me tell you, there was a great writer in the previous dynasty who was called the Son of Poetry. His words were the same as yours. He also said that among the thousands of sounds of heaven and earth, the sound of flowers selling flowers in the deep alleys of the market was the most heartbreaking. "
Xing Hua asked doubtfully, "Young master, why is that?"
Lu Xu probably had a request in front of her, so he was not stingy with his words. "I have been thinking about the reason all these years. I will tell you when I have figured it out."
Xing Hua was much more casual after spending so much time with Lu Xu. She joked, "There are also things that you don't understand?"
"There are many."
The blind scholar who was once praised by the King of Jing An as "not inferior to Yuan Benxi" picked up his brush again and bent over the table to write the "Prescription".
This king was Zhao Heng, not Zhao Xun.
Lu Xu still did not know who Yuan Benxi was that made Zhao Heng hold a grudge against him before his death.
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