It snowed all night, and more than a foot of snow covered the entire capital. Looking at the thick snow, Zhao Wuyou decisively gave up his plan to go out and hid at home to practice alone.
Perhaps in order to welcome the crown prince of the Shenlong Empire, various yamen in the city notified their subordinates to gather together to clear the snow. Before morning, those responsible for clearing the snow came to the street where Zhao Wuyou lived noisily.
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"It's not even the Chinese New Year yet, why is it so lively?" Zhao Wuyou flew up to the roof and actually saw the usual noisy people helping to clear the snow. This was even more dazzling than the sun shining on the snow.
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Standing on the roof, Zhao Wuyou listened to the people below him clearing the snow and talking, and then he realized that the day after tomorrow was the day when the female crown prince of the Shenlong Empire would enter the capital.
There will also be a competition in the capital tomorrow, and the final list will be determined. All the people on the list will soon face the battle with the masters of the Shenlong Empire.
After staying on the roof for a moment, Zhao Wuyou flew down and returned to the room alone. He felt that he should make progress according to Wei Long's goals for him and should not continue to be so secretive.
Zhao Wuyou transcribed the Supreme Dao Sutra, bound it into a book, and headed to the Prince's Mansion with this Supreme Dao Sutra.
This trip was not only to ease his unfavorable situation in the capital, but also to reassure the prince and make him feel that he was still in control.
There were still scattered light snows floating in the sky, and Zhao Wuyou rode a horse to the prince's residence alone and presented his name card to the servants.
The servant looked at Zhao Wuyou. He couldn't believe that a person who had recently become famous in the capital could be such a young man. However, as a servant of the Prince's Mansion, he still maintained a high level of quality.
"Young Master Wuyou, please wait in the concierge for a moment. I will go and inform you now and I will be back in a moment."
As the servant said, he led Zhao Wuyou into the concierge, while he stepped back and informed the prince that Zhao Wuyou had come to visit.
In the concierge, many people were waiting, all of them dressed in gorgeous clothes. It was expected that as the Chinese New Year was approaching, it was normal for the prince's residence to have many guests. Who wouldn't want to curry favor with the prince?
In the middle of the concierge was a large charcoal pot. Everyone sat around the charcoal pot, chatting and talking about their experiences.
When Zhao Wuyou opened the door curtain and entered, the originally noisy room suddenly became quiet. Many people inside had seen Zhao Wuyou in Wanhua Tower.
Zhao Wuyou found a remote corner and stood alone against the wall. He was not interested in dealing with these people, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep, letting these people whisper about him secretly.
"Why are Mr. Wuyou here?"
"How dare this guy come to the Prince's Mansion? I heard that he broke the leg of the guard in the Prince's Mansion?"
"Yeah, I've also heard about this. He probably came here to apologize, but I don't think it will have any effect."
"In my opinion, the Crown Prince will not even meet him. Do you think it is possible that a bastard from a big family with such a bad reputation could be summoned by the Crown Prince? It is simply impossible."
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They were talking in low voices, but Zhao Wuyou, who had very strong ears, listened attentively. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly on his face that was pretending to be asleep, and he secretly lamented that these guys were really mean. Not long after they started chatting with him, they started chatting.
Tell me your own romantic stories.
What upset them the most was that they had spent several nights together with Huamei, and the dream lover of all the men in the capital was actually captured by Zhao Wuyou. Several times, these men also had initial curiosity in their eyes.
It turned into the current hatred.
The reason why he has a bad reputation in the capital is probably because he once ruined the dreams of these men.
"Young Master Wuyou, His Royal Highness is currently studying. Please go to the Sea of Books Tower to have a chat."
The servant trotted into the house, his face still rosy after running.
"Uh, what's going on? The prince actually passed us and received this guy so quickly."
"Yeah, what's going on?"
While everyone was talking, Zhao Wuyou slowly opened his eyes and walked out of the concierge slowly.
Behind him, the servant’s voice sounded again:
"Everyone, please go back. His Highness the Crown Prince will not receive guests today. His Highness the Crown Prince already knows your thoughts."
Zhao Wuyou, guided by the servant, walked through the long corridor and rockery and arrived in front of a two-story building.
Under the huge vermilion doorpost, there were two people standing, one of whom was Gong Jiu.
Maybe it was the prince's order, or maybe he was really afraid of being beaten by him. When Gong Jiu saw Zhao Wuyou this time, his face was expressionless, and he couldn't even see the resentment in his eyes.
A narrow-minded person actually becomes less narrow-minded. This is simply more worrying than hearing that Wanhua Tower is about to close down.
But since the conflict was being resolved today, Zhao Wuyou was not in the mood to make trouble with Gong Jiu. He stood in front of the door and waited for the people inside to send word.
"Zhizhi."
The door was opened, and a middle-aged man with a white face and a beard came out. He looked at Zhao Wuyou with a smile on his face:
"Mr. Wuyou, please go to the second floor."
"Oh, okay." Zhao Wuyou calmed down and responded quickly.
"He is the crown prince after all. Even the little eunuch who delivers the message is so powerful. His ability is definitely more powerful than the two Gong Jiudu."
Zhao Wuyou followed the middle-aged eunuch, a little surprised. This time he finally saw the huge gap between himself and the prince.
On the second floor, the prince was sitting on a chair reading. There were pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the desk in front of him. The prince had an upright face and seemed quite harmonious with the environment of the library, but Zhao Wuyou was not.
Believing everything in front of him, he would rather think that this was just the prince's performance.
Standing in front of the prince, Zhao Wuyou looked like a primary school student waiting to be criticized, while the prince looked like a stern teacher with a pointer in hand.
In the quiet room, except for the occasional sound of the prince turning the pages of a book, there was no other sound.
After a while, the prince put down the book, raised his head, and saw Zhao Wuyou standing in front of him.
When their eyes met, the prince smiled first, his smile was warm, without any hint of ridicule or pride.
In terms of acting skills, Zhao Wuyou is definitely qualified for the prince in front of him, and the palace is adequate. Zhao Wuyou thinks that he comes from a rough background and cannot compare with his temperament.
"Come here, show Mr. Wuyou a seat."
The middle-aged eunuch quietly brought a chair and poured a cup of hot tea for the prince and Zhao Wuyou each.
Zhao Wuyou smiled and sat on the chair. He looked around at the bookshelves without leaving a trace. There was no dust on the bamboo slips. It was obvious that people were reading them frequently, so he said with a smile:
"The prince is so elegant. He has so many books in his home."
The prince said nothing, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
Seeing Zhao Wuyou looking warily at the middle-aged eunuch who was serving next to him, the prince couldn't help but joked:
"Don't worry, Manager Wang is only responsible for the daily affairs of my house, you don't have to look at him like that,"
"Haha, there are still so many talented people in the Crown Prince's residence, and Manager Wang is also very talented. Only when I got here did I realize how little I had seen in the world before." Zhao Wuyou said with a somewhat mocking smile.
After being polite, the prince stretched out his hand and drove out several people serving around him. Even Manager Wang next to him was pushed away by him.
After everyone left, the prince looked at the box in Zhao Wuyou's hand with a smile and whispered:
"Is this the rumored Supreme Taoist Sutra?"
"Yes, exactly."
Zhao Wuyou stood up and gently placed the box with the Supreme Tao Sutra in his hand on the table in front of the prince.
The prince stared at the box for a while, but did not open it. Instead, he turned his head and looked at Zhao Wuyou meaningfully.
"Why did you give me the Sutra Sutra at this time? Could it be that you have been bored recently, or something else."
Facing the prince's teasing, Zhao Wuyou could only scold him silently in his heart, but on the surface he smiled and said:
"Has the prince forgotten the three-month agreement we made before? It will be three months now. Naturally, I must deliver this supreme Taoist scripture to you before the agreement expires."
Zhao Wuyou's words were half true and half false, but the prince didn't care about the truth or falsehood of what he said. He only cared about the truth or falsehood of this supreme Taoist scripture.
"Wuyou, shouldn't you go back to the Zhenguogong Mansion for the Chinese New Year? You know, your family members live there. It's really not good for you to have such a quarrel with them now. You are also called an outsider.
Look at the joke, Lord Zhen Guo’s body is not yet cold.”
The prince suddenly mentioned the Zhenguo Palace, which involuntarily caused Zhao Wuyou's body to tremble. He stared at the prince, trying to pry out some secrets, but found nothing.
"Now Zhao Laoliu, who has the worst relationship with you, is no longer here. Nothing can happen to your family anymore, do you understand?" the prince said in a serious tone.
Hearing this, Zhao Wuyou nodded silently, and then said with rosy eyes:
"Who doesn't want to go home? But I'm like a bereaved dog. I don't have any family. Those so-called brothers want me to die. How can I go home? The world is big, but where is my home?"
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Wuyou's voice actually became more choked up.
In terms of acting skills, Zhao Wuyou is still good when he really needs it. This chapter has been completed!