(This chapter is a little less.)

The last beginning of winter before the change of the year number of Liyang. A good snow indicates a good harvest. This winter, the wheat is covered with three layers of quilts, and you can sleep on a steamed bun pillow next year.

There was no morning court on this day. The emperor led a grand and grand civil and military officials to the northern suburbs to celebrate the altar without being affected by the morning court. The officials were all refreshed and the people along the way were all open their eyes. Some of the people who were close to the senior officials in the team were there to brag about how they had a relationship with them. The neighbors and neighbors around them naturally smiled but didn't say anything. Some people who had several streets were shocked. Sixty percent of the people were heading for the new Minister of War Chen Zhibao, while three percent were curious about the prince of Beiliang to the end.

What kind of young man is this? The common people are like this. Even if they hear the bad words of the prince, they are still shocked when they really acted like tearing apart the land on the imperial road. Even though the real people in the Taoist temple in the capital said that they are not worth mentioning, the common people still see too many princes in Beiliang. There are not 100,000 playboys playing swords and swords in Tai'an City, and there are 10,000, and who has this ability? It seems that this white-headed young man who came out of Beiliang is really not a good person that everyone can bully.

While muttering, the common people also have a small idea in their hearts. In the future, they will follow the wind and scold Beiliang. Will they show mercy and accumulate virtue? If they fall into the ears of the father and son of Prince Liang, wouldn’t they suffer?

Chen Zhibao was wearing a big red python suit, but unfortunately he never mentioned that plum wine. The emperor in the queue specially arranged him to walk alone. The women in the capital, whether they are ladies from a family or jassic in their families, whether they are in the boudoir or as women, are all fascinated by it.

Nearby, King Zhao Bing of Yanchi, King Zhao Yi of Guangling, King Zhao Sui of Jiaodong, King Zhao Ying of Huainan, King Zhao Xun of Jing'an, and the six royal vassal kings, almost all of their styles were taken away by Chen Zhibao alone.

All the princes wearing yellow python clothes were deliberately distanced from a white-headed prince wearing eye-catching white python clothes.

A young blind man helped his maid Xinghua to the side of the road, but he didn't have to squeeze in. He just stood quietly on the outer edge of the thick team formed by the crowds of people. When Xu Fengnian rode past the street, Xinghua softly reminded him, Lu Xu, a blind man who came from Xiangfan City, looked up and looked up with a solemn expression. Yongzi Lane sat on the side and talked about ten games, from noon to dusk, which was unforgettable for his life. Xinghua carefully extended his hand to protect the scholar who the old Jing'an king asked her to protect her for life. The old vassal king only said that he wanted him to live. She didn't want him to die one day, and at least he didn't want to die at her Xinghua's hands. Xinghua had a very tacit understanding with him, and spoke without restraint, and asked softly: "Young Master, do you recognize the Prince of Beiliang?"

Lu Xu did not hide it and smiled and said, "I am blind, so I can't say that I have had a relationship with you. When I was gambling chess in Yongzixiang, I earned a lot of copper coins from Prince Xu. I made ten games of chess and earned a total of 110 cents."

Xinghua smiled and said, "He can play chess too? You are so angry that you are killed by your son?"

Lu Xu shook his head and said, "The chess skills are quite good, and there are many unreasonable hands, so I can't win easily."

After the master and servant stayed for a while, they were about to leave, Xinghua suddenly turned around and stared at an old scholar walking in the distance. The scholar who could not recognize the real age was not afraid of it, but the hidden aura made the dead Apricot blossoms rush in like a great enemy and like a vast ocean.

Lu Xu patted her arm and asked, "But Mr. Yuan?"

The visitor smiled vaguely and said, "Hanlin Academy editor Xiu Yuanpu."

After standing still, Lu Xu looked calm, and he was surprised, surprised and fearless.

Yuan Pu, or Yuan Benxi, took a few steps closer, ignored the apricot blossoms that were like choosing a man and devouring the mother tigress, and continued to use his vague but still authentic Beijing accent, "Young Master Lu is bound by himself, and he has given up his talent."

Lu Xu shook his head and said, "The new temple has new climate. No matter how small the temple is, there will be no small amount of incense. No matter how big the old temple is, when there is rain or water leakage or wind leakage, you will not be willing to go to me even if you are the host. What's more, the old temple has a large temple, no matter how much incense, there will be many disputes. I don't know when I will be kicked out of the temple. What's more, Lu Xu is blind and doesn't know people, but he knows his own weight and does not want to be the next Song family."

Yuan Benxi seemed to be amused. Even Nalan Youci, who was comparable to his wisdom, did not have the interest in speaking. He said, "Young Master Lu, don't forget why the old master of the Song family died and why the old temple of the Song family collapsed."

Lu Xu said calmly: "Often wealthy families harm their descendants with money. The Song family should have killed their descendants with academics. Besides, Mr. Yuan should not forget who borrowed my knife to support the Song family's Chufeng."

Yuan Benxi smiled knowingly, and then sighed: "I have chosen more than ten prime ministers, and Song Keli is the least eye-catching. I'm afraid even Nalan Youci has to leave the capital to get this plan."

Lu Xu shook his head again and said, "Mr. Nalan's plan is not in the capital, or even in the temple. He and Mr. Yuan walked on the Yangguan Road of the single-plank bridge. Naturally, he did not spend time thinking about these things and there will inevitably be omissions."

Yuan Benxi fell into deep thought.

Yuan Benxi asked slowly: "The Prince of Beiliang has recommended you, what should you do?"

Lu Xu asked back: "Isn't this the bottom line of a strategist when he is in his position?"

Yuan Benxi smiled and said, "I don't believe others' words at all. You Lu Xu said it, I believe it."

Xinghua is just a dead soldier living in a corner of Xiangfan. Even if she is not a little talent, she would never have thought that the old Confucian scholar who talked to Mr. Lu would be the chief strategist who is above and below the Liyang Dynasty. However, no matter how ignorant, Xinghua still knows the power of Nalan Youci. Not to mention the rumors that Nalan and King Yan Chi had a habit of shaking sleeves, Nalan himself is a well-deserved first-class master of Spring and Autumn. Xinghua's headache at this time lies in how to explain today's experiences and stories to King Jing'an Zhao Xun, and how to be careful about personal relationships, but also prevent Mr. Lu from being suspicious by the new King Jing'an.

Yuan Benxi asked, "Why didn't you go to Beiliang?"

Lu Xu smiled and said, "I want to go, but Xu Fengnian did not take me out of Yongzi Lane."

Yuan Benxi laughed loudly and turned to Xinghua to tell the real name that Lu Xu didn't know: "Liu Lingbao, I talked with Lu Xu before. You can report it to Zhao Xun according to facts. If you want to live with your young master for a few more years, don't mention this sentence."

Xinghua's face was pale.

Yuan Benxi said: "Just leave here."

Lu Xu hesitated for a moment and said to Xinghua: "A ten-year life-saving talisman rewarded by Mr. Xie Yuan."

The apricot blossoms were confused, but the woman in the ordinary school gave her a blessing.

Yuan Benxi waved his hand and turned around and left.

Xinghua's lips were trembling and she asked softly: "Young Master, life-saving talisman? How do you explain this?"

Lu Xu said frankly: "Our King Jing'an is suspicious by nature. Before he becomes famous, he can tolerate it. Once he achieves the general trend, he will inevitably be complacent and settle old accounts with others. Mr. Yuan is a person he dare not provoke no matter how powerful he is. When this gentleman sees me today, he gives me the life-saving talisman, and of course he will give it to you."

Xinghua said with a sad face, "This sentence will also rot in her stomach, please rest assured, young master."

Lu Xu suddenly rubbed Xinghua's hair and said softly: "Liu Lingbao, this name is blessed."

Xinghua suddenly smiled brightly, "Borrow the good words of the young master."

Lu Xu turned his head and said to himself: "Beiliang."
Chapter completed!