Li Xin'an was hit hard on the face, but he was not angry at all. He said with a smile on his face: "Your Highness, being angry is harmful to the body! Being angry is harmful to the body!"
The emperor's grandson Li Chu was tall, with pointed eyebrows and starry eyes. He had an aura of calmness and authority in every move he made, but when he got angry he was like a child. I don't know if he was born like this, or did it on purpose, or whether
I've been pretending for a long time and I can't change it.
Li Chu, who was dressed in red and yellow clothes, sneered and said: "Is anger harmful to your body? If I am not angry, I will be waiting for others to come and take my life."
"Master Li, Young Master Li, Hall Master Li! Do you know how much trouble you have caused me!"
Li Xin'an closed the door, handed the memorial to Li Chu who was asking for it, and said flatteringly: "What can I do to trouble His Highness?"
"What's the matter? Does it count that the Prime Minister's Criminal Department and the Dali Temple came to me three times to ask for an explanation?" Li Chu said angrily, "Li Xin'an, you are so brave. You dare to falsely pass on my orders to drive the Jinwu Guards! It was originally at noon today.
Not a single Jinwu Guard was seen who should have appeared on Zhuque Street. The saint wanted to dismiss Jinwu Guard General Wei Zhengfang from his post. Wei Zhengfang came to me crying and begging me. Only then did I know the good deeds you did!"
"You said you could just kill him Fu Fuge. Why did you have to kill him openly on the street? Now the saint is furious. The Diaowei spies led by Gao Lishi in the palace are trying their best to trace your traces. Yang Guozhong has already touched me.
Now! He has no evidence yet. Once Gao Lishi and others find out that you and I have had a little contact with each other, I, the crown prince, will be done with it!"
Li Xin'an smiled coquettishly: "If I dare to do this, I naturally know that Your Highness is capable of handling the funeral affairs. Besides, given Fu Fuge's ugly behavior, if I don't do this, the people will not be angry."
Li Chu rolled his eyes at him and sighed: "Oh, forget it, your approach does have miraculous effects. Originally, the staff was always controlled by Yang Guozhong's people, but now that Fu Fuge is dead, his heinous crimes have been made public. Saint
An order has been issued to investigate the official administration. I am afraid there will be a big change in the court. Zhao Wenhui, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, secretly went to see Yang Guozhong tonight. He just left not long ago. It is estimated that he was discussing his resignation. Our people have the opportunity to enter the Ministry of Personnel.
Already."
"I don't know how to judge what you did. Although you pushed me into the fire pit, it gave you an opportunity to take control of the staff. I can't think of how to deal with you for the moment.
"
Li Xin'an chuckled: "The merits are equal to the faults. No reward or punishment."
"No reward, no punishment? Then will you continue to falsely convey my orders in the future?" Li Chu raised his eyebrows, "Before spring next year, you should stop receiving salary from me."
As if struck by lightning, Li Xin'an begged with a mournful face: "No, Your Highness! How can I live without money?"
"The dignified Blood-clothed Hall Master is actually worried that he doesn't have enough money to spend? What a joke!"
"Then I gave all my money to Bailong Temple." Li Xin'an said, "You also know that there have been severe droughts in Henan and Hebei recently. Many people have fled to Chang'an, and the porridge sheds in Bailong Temple are not enough.
Yes, I..."
"The court is already handling the matter of relieving the victims." Li Chu changed the subject and said, "You have to figure out how to deal with the money yourself. If it doesn't work, just kill a few more corrupt officials and line your own pockets. I won't care about it. By the way, it's been a big deal lately.
I can’t see you, what are you busy with?”
"I'm busy with what you taught me." Li Xin'an shrugged, handed over the yellow dragon jade pendant in his arms, and said, "Miss Tanzhu was sent back to Yanzhou."
Li Chu stroked the jade pendant, an indescribable look flashed in his eyes, he responded lightly and hung the jade pendant around his waist.
"Your Highness, I want to ask you something."
Li Chu raised his head and looked at Li Xin'an in surprise. In his memory, Li Xin'an had never asked him for anything.
"You can actually ask me to do something. It seems like I can't help you." Li Chu said with a smile, "Let me tell you, I will try my best to help you if I can."
Li Xin'an then told the story about Sandalwood, "Your Highness, I regard her as my own sister. I can't just watch her fall into the pit of fire!"
Li Chu was a bit embarrassed. It took him a lot of effort to win over Liu Tailai, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. At this moment, it was really not worth the gain to go against his son's wish for a woman.
"Liu Tailai is not a die-hard loyalist to the prince. I will do my best." Li Chu could only say this.
Li Xin'an understood what Li Chu meant. He was a little disappointed, but he could only clasp his fists and say: "Thank you, Your Highness!"
"I asked you to come here today.
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One thing." Li Chu said: "Gusu Murongbai has been invited by me and will come to Beijing soon. I'm afraid you already know about this."
"My subordinates know."
"Aren't you curious why I suddenly summoned him to Beijing?"
"Your Highness naturally has His Highness's plan. An An is too stupid to figure it out."
Li Chu smiled faintly and said: "In recent years, the situation in the court has been turbulent, and the world has been in turmoil. Murongde's position as leader of the martial arts alliance is no longer stable, and he doesn't know when he will be thrown off the altar.
This is precisely the best time for the imperial court to get involved in Jianghu."
"The chivalrous man used martial arts to violate the prohibition, and the Confucian scholar used literature to disrupt the law. The cultural destiny was firmly in the hands of the court, and the martial arts naturally could not be taken away by the rough and treacherous people in the countryside."
"You should go back first. When Murong Bai comes to Beijing, I will ask someone to call you."
"Yes!" Li Xin'an cupped his fists and bowed to leave.
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After a hazy autumn rain, in the south of Chang'an, the Mingde Gate slowly opened.
A white horse rode slowly into Chang'an City.
The young man in white on the horse has a cold face, with frost on his face that would repel people thousands of miles away. The long red sheath sword hanging at his waist shows his extraordinary status.
Behind the white horse, several soldiers riding black heavy armor each held a large flag. Everyone who saw the flag was intimidated and respectfully gave way to the white horse.
That's the flag of the Prince's Palace.
In the autumn of Tianbao's twelfth year, Gusu Murongbai, the son of Murong De, the leader of the martial arts alliance, entered Chang'an in white clothes and a white horse.
…
When Li Xin'an received the news from Li Chu, it was already noon on Murong Bai's second day.
As he was taking a nap, he was reluctantly carried by the prince's personal "Tianzhong" people from his bed to the Emperor's Sun Mansion, and then waited in the side room until the afternoon.
When he could see the sunset from the window, someone knocked on the door.
Li Xin'an slowly walked over and opened the door. He was about to complain, but the moment he opened the door, he was stunned.
The man in front of him, dressed in white from top to bottom, is not the Murong Bai in the rumors, but an old acquaintance of Li Xin'an, Nanxun, the Guizhen Realm Sword Immortal Zhong who left Chang'an ten years ago!
"Mr. Zhong! Long time no see!" Li Xin'an said happily, "Why are you back? Didn't you leave Chang'an for Fan Yang?"
Ten years have passed, and Zhong Nanxun, whose appearance has hardly changed, smiled and said: "Peace of mind, let's talk as we walk!"
Li Xin'an then followed Zhong Nanxun and asked, "His Royal Highness summoned many martial arts masters to Chang'an this time. Murong Bai was the first one, and so did Mr. Zhong?"
Zhong Nanxun nodded and said with a confused look on his face: "Yes! At that time, I felt that I was trapped in Chang'an and it was difficult to advance in cultivation, so I moved my family and sect away from Chang'an and went to the remote Fengyang, hoping to spread my knowledge widely. Recruit disciples and carry forward the Water Dragon Sword Technique."
"It's a pity that in Fanyang, people there are more willing to join the army than to practice martial arts. The salary Fanyang soldiers receive is several times that of the Tang Dynasty. Fanyang Jiedushi An Lushan's suppression of Jianghu sects is extraordinary He is so ruthless that every sect must pay him 10,000 taels of gold and silver as tribute every year! Fan Yang’s local Jianghu forces, Shenying Hall, Golden Sword Hall, etc., unite to boycott the Water Dragon Sword Sect, haha... It’s ridiculous to me. Nanxun only has the cultivation level of Guizhen Realm, and only has the title of Chang'an City Water Dragon Sword Immortal, but in the end, he can't even protect his own sect!"
Zhong Nanxun smiled bitterly and said: "I even feel that I have never been a Jianghu person, because I have never been in the Jianghu before! In this comfortable place of Chang'an, as long as you have strength, people will respect you. But once you leave Chang'an When you really set foot in the world, you will find that strength is nothing! What can suppress people more than strength is scheming!"
Li Xin'an was silent. He didn't expect Zhong Nanxun to say such a thing. The person in front of him seemed not to be the Water Dragon Sword Immortal he knew. The Water Dragon Sword Immortal who dared to use his sword against Pei Min seventeen years ago seemed to have died ten years ago. On the rainy night when he left Chang'an years ago, it was just a stranger who came back.
"Stop talking about this, talk about something else." Li Xin'an squeezed out a smile, "Mr. Zhong, are you here to serve His Highness?"
Zhong Nanxun nodded, "His Highness asked me to be his swordsmanship teacher."
There was a strange expression on Li Xin'an's face, thinking that Li Chu did not learn swordsmanship. He had always been taught martial arts by the Guizhen realm boxing master in the palace, aiming to cultivate his character and strengthen his body. Those generals who had experienced life and death for a long time occasionally Will give him some killing moves, but as the emperor's grandson
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, the future emperor of the Tang Dynasty would have no use for these at all.
There is only one possibility.
Li Xin'an sighed secretly, the "Eight Heavenly Dragons" established by the prince were finally complete.
"What surprised me was that I didn't expect that you were also one of His Highness's. When His Highness ordered someone to call you, as soon as I heard your name, I volunteered to come find you. I always thought that you were following Pei Min. Mr. went to the frontier fortress." Zhong Nanxun said with a smile.
"I can't let go of Chang'an." Li Xin'an said, "Sir, have you seen that Murong Bai?"
"I've seen it before." Zhong Nanxun sighed, "The innate mind and nature are all of the highest quality. You can enter the first level within ten years, you can enter the true state within twenty years, and you can enter the heavenly realm within fifty years!"
Another heavenly being... Li Xin'an smacked her tongue and said to herself: This is not going to let people of our generation live!
Senior brother Chang Yu said back then that he would have two rivals in the future, one would be this Murong Bai, and the other would be Xuanyuan Youpeng, the disciple of Si Chengfeng, the master of the Demon Shadow Pavilion. Ten years ago, the Demon Shadow Pavilion had a relationship with Murong Villa, Xue Yueshan Villa and Seven Kills Sword House disappeared after a tragic battle. Xuanyuan Youpeng, who had just emerged, was missing, but Murong Bai, who was as famous as Xuanyuan Youpeng, was right in front of him.
What reason should I find to compete with Murong Bai... Li Xin'an thought to himself. He looked up suddenly and saw the familiar house.
arrive!
The door was wide open, and hearty laughter could be vaguely heard coming from inside.
Li Xin'an was a little surprised that no one was waiting outside, but he didn't want to think too much and just walked in without hesitation.
A man in white had his back turned to him, and Li Xin'an couldn't see his face clearly.
He called out tentatively: "Your Highness, I'm coming."
Li Chu, who was chatting happily with Murong Bai, heard this and said: "Your Excellency, this is Li Xin'an."
The man in white clothes turned around and met Li Xin'an's eyes.
With just one glance, Li Xin'an could tell that the man in front of him was not simple.
The man's appearance was extremely cold and handsome, and there was a fierce sword intent faintly revealed in his two dark eyes. This kind of power can only be felt by those who learn swordsmanship. No wonder Zhong Nanxun spoke so highly of Murong Bai. Li Xin'an himself
They all feel that this man's failure to become a great person is unforgivable.
The young master of the martial arts leader nodded slightly to him as a greeting.
Li Xin'an responded with a bright smile and asked: "Your Highness, you called me here specifically to..."
Li Chu stood up, took Murong Bai's hand and walked to Li Xin'an, saying: "Mr. Murong didn't understand why I had to keep you after we talked about the business. Now I say, it's just for him."
"Why is this?" Murong Bai said, his voice was pleasant, but it also had a cold feeling.
"Murong Shaoxia learned from your father. He can be said to be a disciple of a master in the heavenly realm. The same goes for Li Xin'an."
Murong Bai's eyes flashed. There were only four masters of the Heavenly Realm in the vast world. When he was thirteen years old, he had been traveling around the world. He had been to Wudang Mountain and the Great Bodhidharma Temple in the Western Regions, but he had never seen those two.
As powerful as his father.
Murong Bai's breathing became rapid, "Are you...?"
"Master Pei Min."
"Are you really Mr. Pei Min's disciple?" Murong's fair face flushed with excitement. He had also been to the border fortress, but there was a large army stationed there, and he could not see Pei Min at all.
"Of course it's true." Li Chu smiled and said, "Xin'an has admired you for a long time. I have also heard for a long time that you want to ask three other masters of the Heavenly Sword Realm, especially Mr. Pei Min, who is the Sword Master of the Tang Dynasty. It's just that
Mr. Pei Min is currently stationed at the frontier to serve the country, so I thought, since I can't see him, it would be good for you to meet his apprentice."
Li Xin'an had a dark look on his face and said in his heart, Your Highness, you are not being kind. What do you mean, I have admired him for a long time and I wish I could never see him again in my life!
Who wants to see someone stronger than themselves!
Murong Bai sighed, "Your Highness, I am very grateful to you for fulfilling one of my wishes, but I am sorry that Murong Bai cannot obey orders. Murong Villa will not do that."
Li Chu's smile remained unchanged, "We won't talk about the court affairs now, we will only talk about the world. I will be the intermediary and you two can have a good chat."
Li Chu walked aside, and Murong Bai waved to Li Xin'an into the yard.
"Your Excellency, what is this?" Li Xin'an didn't understand what he meant for a moment.
"Please come to the courtyard." Murong Bai's face was as straight as a piece of wood, and he said seriously: "I want to compete with you!"