Chapter 63 The Last Chapter of Volume One (Part 2)
"I*, what's going on?"
Before Li Chongrun could react, he saw his newly recruited guard, Big Man Yang, fighting with Qiniang.
Everyone present was also a little frightened and stood there dumbfounded.
Fortunately, the two only exchanged blows twice before stopping. Qiniang didn't draw her sword, and Big Yang didn't look for a stone and throw it out like he did yesterday.
"Third brother!" Qiniang greeted Big Yang very sweetly, and only then did Li Chongrun realize that these two people knew each other.
"Qimei, what's going on with your left hand?" Yang, the big man, noticed that Qiniang's left hand was not very smooth during the fight just now. He asked and touched her left arm directly.
"There is a flaw!" Qiniang took advantage of the moment when the big man Yang, who was called the third brother, lowered his head. She suddenly took the handle of the knife from his armpit with her right hand and restrained the big man Yang with her neck. "You can't.
Give up?"
"Admit defeat, admit defeat. Seventh sister is the most powerful in martial arts, senior brother, admit defeat." Big Yang Yang was pinned by her neck, but he was not annoyed at all. He still had a smile on his face: "Good boy, show me your left hand to senior brother, who is it?"
How dare I hurt you? Where is Lao Wu?"
"Your Majesty, he is my third senior brother. You can just call him Yang San. He is usually the most arrogant, and his skills are only a little bit worse than mine."
Qiniang let go of Yang San, letting him inspect her left hand, and introduced her somewhat dull senior brother to Li Chongrun. "My father has three apprentices. My fifth brother and I work as servants for the emperor. The third brother is simple and honest, and has been there for several years.
The border army found a wife and went home to farm. I didn't expect you to find her."
Li Chongrun said in his heart, well, this Qiniang's father is good at mathematics, and the disciples he is looking for are all prime numbers, and it is difficult to divide them once he hears them.
"Then do you have a junior brother named Eleven?"
"Yes, yes, junior brother Yuwen went to the Western Regions to find relatives a few days ago. He hasn't come back yet. I will introduce him to you when he comes back."
"Could it be that your surname is Chen Jingrun?"
"My surname is Qin, how come my father's surname is Chen?" Qiniang stared at Li Chongrun with bright eyes, "My third brother is my ancestral backer, King Yang Lin! My fifth brother is my wife, whose surname is Pei, and I will introduce him to him later.
you know."
Li Chongrun feels that fortunately there is no copyright issue in The Legend of Heroes of the Sui and Tang Dynasties, otherwise Zuo Qiniang's words would sound like infringement... "Is your grandfather Qin Shubao, the Taibao of the Divine Fist?"
"Not."
Li Chongrun said in his heart, it's okay, it's okay, he is not wearing a book, he is not wearing a book. Otherwise, if the four powerful hammers come, even if he invents ak, it will be very difficult.
"That's my great-grandfather."
Li Chongrun:......
"Qiniang, I'm afraid this bone won't grow." Yang San had a sad look on his face and repeatedly checked the injury of Qiniang's left arm. "Could it be that you had a fight with your junior brother? Otherwise, why would you be injured like this?"
Heavy?"
"It's a bed crossbow."
"It's a bed crossbow. No wonder, I said, who else but my junior brother can have such strength."
Yang San breathed a sigh of relief, seeming to be very pleased that the tragedy of brothers falling out with each other did not happen to his sect.
"Bed crossbow?!"
Qiniang and the others reunited as brothers and sisters today, so they ignored Li Chongrun and went to talk to each other in the east wing of the front yard.
In the blink of an eye, only Li Chongrun was left alone in Nuoda's house. Wang Rong happened to come to look for him. Thinking that he had not gone to the Imperial Academy for a long time, Li Chongrun simply took Wang Rong and went to the Imperial Academy to attend classes.
Originally, Her Royal Highness the Princess planned to arrange for Li Chongrun to participate in this autumn examination, but because of the turmoil in the court, Li Chongrun escaped once.
However, Aunt Wan'er also made arrangements before she went to court. She had to put her studies first. After all, in the eyes of serious literati, officials who did not pass the scientific examination were called favored candidates, even if they were at the same level, they would be lower-ranked. Others are second to none.
At noon, he went to Fan Yubi's place for lunch as usual. Since he rescued him from the alley, Li Chongrun hadn't seen him much.
After not seeing each other for a few months, Fan Yubi turned out to be much whiter, her face was no longer as baby-faced as before, and her facial features and eyebrows had become much more delicate.
"Have you lost weight?" Li Chongrun didn't know what made him change his appearance. He walked around him a few times in confusion, and finally sighed as if he had discovered a new world: "Your eyelashes have grown a lot!"
Fan Yubi just threw a chicken leg over, "If you don't speak, no one will think you are mute."
When Wang Rong saw Wang Rong taking a special edition Qingyiyuan fan made by Li Chongrun, and his own was the low-end mass-produced OEM version sent by Fang'er earlier, Fan Ubi seemed a little unhappy. The chopsticks flew in his hand, and the rice grains were scattered everywhere. .
In the end, it was Li Chongrun who inscribed the title "Connecting Heavenly Lotus Leaves Wuxianbi" on his fan and signed his name, which made him smile happily.
The days passed so peacefully.
North Korea has just gone through turmoil, and all forces are licking their wounds and gathering strength to prepare for the next outbreak.
Princess Taiping successfully gave birth to a son, whose surname was of course Wu.
From the two-story building to the north of the Prince's Palace in Linzi, the sound of silk and bamboo strings could be heard all day long. It was chaotic at first, but gradually became more pleasant to the ears. Originally, some palace people would listen to it to relieve their boredom, but later everyone got tired of listening to it. , the listeners dispersed.
Among the twenty-odd children, Wu Xian selected seven boys and learned some musical instruments such as pipa, harp, harp, and snare drum.
Shangguan Wan'er was already in charge of the population arrangement in the palace, so she used some of her privileges to select two old women from Yeting who were best at teaching dancing, and transferred the slave status to the Linzi Prince's Palace. Seven girls were selected from among a dozen children to learn etiquette, music and dance from two old ladies.
The few remaining children, both boys and girls, were left behind either because of their ordinary appearance or because they had no talent. Originally, Li Chongrun was going to learn some arithmetic and writing with him, but he was attracted by Yang San. I took him with me to learn some skills in boxing and kicking.
Only the little girl with a long scar on her head was not picked out by Yang San because she had been treating her injuries with Daozhang Li for several days. However, when she was learning to read with Li Chongrun, Qiniang took a fancy to her long arms and legs. With his talent, he took me to be his disciple.
The frequency of Wang Rong's visits to Li Chongrun gradually became more frequent. Although he used many methods and Li Chongrun also made many suggestions, the business of Xiaolou continued to decline.
Two years passed like this. Nothing happened in the capital. All the idle people had already become familiar with the operas and miscellaneous songs in Goulan. One of the actors, who was originally a very good actor, accidentally sang a wrong word. , was yelled out by the guests in the audience, and couldn't keep his face, so he jumped into Luoshui like this.
Fortunately, a ship happened to be passing by, and a sailor used a long pole to fish the actor up, thus avoiding a tragedy.
However, the actor saw that he could no longer stay in Luoyang, the capital of gods, so he took the troupe to the south of the mountain to find work. The theater became empty.
Several forces in the capital have taken a fancy to the garden in Qinghuafang. After several open and covert fights, craftsmen have been sent to a gambling house that was already a sure winner.
As it happened, the boss behind it, Prime Minister Li Zhaode, was implicated by a memorial at the same time, and was demoted to a place where no one had time to work as a county captain.
Without a backer, the gambling shop naturally collapsed. Several forces divided the money and silk, but they did not get involved in the garden. A small building named Qingyi took the opportunity to buy it from Prime Minister Li's family at a very low price.
Collect the land deed.
The newly built garden in Qingyi Xiaolou is not big, but the scenery is very elegant. It is called Daguan.
Since the grand opening of the Grand View Garden, Wang Rong's originally depressed face has become more energetic.
In the first year of Yanzai of Wuzhou, one evening in early autumn, ten miles east of the divine capital, there was a long pavilion on the official road by the Luoshui River.
The chirping of the cicadas after autumn was very shrill, a few figures were still saying goodbye, and three cups and two cups of residual wine could not stop the boatman's urgent urgings.
Some dim sunsets pulled out long shadows from the willows by the water, which were cut by the crooked hooks of the waning moon and scattered into a desolate landscape.
A chubby figure, riding an old and thin horse, appeared on the official road against the slightly lonely evening wind and the setting sun.