(This chapter is a bit short.)
It was the last Lidong before Li Yang changed the name of the year. A snowfall signaled a bumper year. This winter, the wheat would be covered with three layers of blankets. Next year, they would be able to sleep on steamed buns.
There was no morning court today. The Emperor led an even grander group of civil and military officials to the northern suburbs to worship. Since they were not burdened by the morning court, the officials were all refreshed. The commoners who ran over to get some of the aura of the officials had their eyes opened. Some of the commoners who were distant relatives of the high-ranking officials in the procession were bragging proudly about how close they were. The neighbors who knew them well laughed but did not say anything. Some of the commoners who were several streets away were shocked when they heard this. Sixty percent of the commoners were there for the new Minister of War, Chen Zhibao. The other thirty percent were curious about what kind of young man the Heir of Beiliang was. The commoners were like this. Even if they had grown calluses from hearing His Royal Highness speak ill of him, they were still shocked when he did the magnificent feat of tearing apart a hundred zhang of land. Even if the Perfected Ones in the Daoist temples in the capital said that it was not worth mentioning that he relied on an otherworldly item to do so, the commoners still thought too highly of the Heir of Beiliang. If there were not a hundred thousand playboys in Tai 'an City who played with swords and sabers, there were at least ten thousand of them. Which one of them had this ability? It seemed that this white-haired young man from Beiliang was not someone to be bullied.
While they were muttering, the commoners also had their own plans. In the future, if they followed the crowd and cursed Beiliang, should they show some mercy? If this fell into the ears of the Heir of Prince Liang and his son, wouldn't they be in trouble?
Chen Zhibao was dressed in a red embroidered robe. Unfortunately, he did not mention the plum wine. The Emperor had purposely arranged for him to walk alone in the procession. The women of the capital, no matter if they were from a noble family or from a humble family, were all captivated by him.
Nearby, the King of Yanchi, Zhao Yi, the King of Guangling, Zhao Sui, the King of Jiaodong, Zhao Ying, the King of Huainan, and Zhao Xun, the King of Jing An, were almost all taken away by Chen Zhibao.
They were all princes wearing yellow python robes, and they deliberately distanced themselves from a white-haired prince wearing eye-catching white python robes.
A young blind man came down to the roadside with the help of his maid Xing Hua. He did not insist on squeezing into the crowd, but just stood quietly at the outer edge of the thick crowd of onlookers. When Hsu Fengnian rode past on the street, Xing Hua reminded him softly. Blind Lu Xu, who had rushed over from Xiangfan City, looked up with a solemn expression. They sat opposite each other in Yongzi Alley and played ten rounds of chess from noon until dusk. It was an unforgettable experience. Xing Hua carefully reached out to protect the scholar who the old King of Jing An wanted her to protect with her life. The old king only wanted him to live, so she did not hope that one day the new king would want him to die. At the very least, she did not want him to die in the hands of Xing Hua. There was a tacit understanding between Xing Hua and him, so they talked without restraint. She asked softly, "Young master, do you know the Heir of Beiliang?"
Lu Xu did not hide it, he smiled and said, "I'm blind, so I can't say that I've met him once. When I was gambling chess in Yongzi Alley, I earned a lot of copper coins from Heir Xu. Ten rounds of chess, I earned a total of one hundred and ten copper coins. "
Xing Hua smiled and said, "He also knows how to play chess? Didn't he lose his helmet and armor to you? "
Lu Xu shook his head and said, "His chess skills are quite good. He has a lot of unreasonable moves, so it was not easy for me to win."
The master and servant stayed for a while and were about to leave. Xing Hua suddenly turned around and stared at an old scholar who was coming from afar. She was not afraid of a scholar who could not tell his real age, but the hidden Qi made Xing Hua, a Death Warrior, feel as if she was facing a great enemy and rushed over.
Lu Xu patted her arm, bowed and asked, "Are you Mister Yuan?"
The man smiled vaguely and said, "The Editor of Hanlin Academy, Xiu Yuan Pu."
Lu Suan stood still and looked calm, there was no surprise, surprise, or fear.
Yuan Pu, or Yuan Benxi, walked a few steps closer and ignored Xing Hua who was like a tigress. He continued to speak with his vague but authentic Beijing accent, "Young master Lu, you've spun a cocoon around yourself. It's a waste of your talent."
Lu Xu shook his head and said, "The new temple has a new climate. No matter how small the temple is, the number of pilgrims will not be too small. No matter how big the old temple is, it will leak in the rain and leak in the wind. Even if you were my abbot, you wouldn't want to go there. Besides, no matter how many pilgrims there are in the old temple, there will be a lot of disputes. I don't even know when I will be kicked out of the temple. Besides, Lu Suan is blind and doesn't know people, but he knows his own weight. He doesn't want to be the next Song family. "
Yuan Benxi seemed to be amused. Even Nalan Youci, who was as smart as Lu Xu, was not in the mood to talk. He said, "Young master Lu, don't forget why This Old Man of the Song family died and why the old temple of the Song family collapsed."
Lu Xu said calmly, "Ordinary rich families harm their descendants with their wealth. The Song family killed the future generation with their scholarship and deserved to die. Besides, Mister Yuan, don't forget who borrowed my knife to support the young phoenix of the Song family. "
Yuan Benxi smiled and then sighed, "I have chosen more than ten Prime Ministers, and Song Keli is the least eye-catching. I'm afraid that even Nalan Youci would have to leave the capital to think of this plan. "
Lu Xu shook his head again and said, "Mister Nalan's plan is not in the capital or even in the imperial court. You and Mister Yuan go our separate ways. Naturally, you won't spend too much time thinking about these things. It's inevitable that you will miss something."
Yuan Benxi was lost in thought.
Yuan Benxi asked slowly, "You are indebted to the Prince of Beiliang for recommending you. What will you do?"
Lu Xu asked back, "Isn't it the bottom line of a counselor to plan for his position and politics?"
Yuan Benxi smiled and said, "I don't believe in such high-sounding words at all when others say it. But since it's you, Lu Xu, I'm seventy to eighty percent convinced."
Xing Hua was just a man of sacrifice who lived in a corner of Xiangfan. Even if he was talented, he could never imagine that the old Confucian scholar who talked with Childe Lu was the chief counselor of the Liyang Dynasty who was above tens of thousands of people and not below one person. However, no matter how ignorant and inexperienced Xing Hua was, he still knew how powerful Nalan Youci was. Not to mention the rumors about Nalan and the King of Yan having a habit of cutting their sleeves, Nalan himself was a well-deserved top strategist. Right now, Xing Hua was having a headache over how to explain what she had seen and heard today to Prince Jingan, Zhao Xun. How could she not be overly personal and yet not cause the new Prince Jingan to suspect Young Master Lu?
Yuan Benxi asked, "Why didn't you go to Beiliang?"
Lu Xu smiled and said, "I wanted to go, but Hsu Fengnian didn't take me out of Yongzi Alley."
Yuan Benxi laughed and turned to Xing Hua. He directly told Xing Hua his real name that even Lu Xu didn't know, "Liu Lingbao, I talked with Lu Xu just now. You can report it to Zhao Xun as it is. If you want to live a few more years with your young master, don't mention it again."
Xing Hua's face turned pale.
Yuan Benxi said, "Goodbye."
Lu Xu hesitated and said to Xing Hua, "Thank you, Mr. Yuan, for giving me a ten-year life-saving charm."
Xing Hua was confused, but he still followed the example of a girl from an ordinary family and curtsied.
Yuan Benxi waved his hand and turned to leave.
Xing Hua's lips trembled and asked softly, "Young master, life-saving charm? What do you mean? "
Lu Xu said frankly, "Our King of Jing An is suspicious by nature. Before he becomes famous, he can bear it. Once he becomes powerful, he will inevitably get carried away and settle old scores with others. Mr. Yuan, no matter how powerful he is, he doesn't dare to provoke you. This gentleman met me today to give me a life-saving charm. Giving it to me is naturally giving it to you. "
Xing Hua said with a sad face, "This sentence will also rot in my stomach. Young master, please don't worry."
Lu Xu suddenly rubbed Xing Hua's hair and smiled softly, "Liu Lingbao, this name is blessed."
Xing Hua suddenly smiled brightly, "Thank you for your auspicious words."
Lu Xu turned his head and "looked" and said to himself, "Beiliang."
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