Winter.
Light snow falls.
Li Ziye and Xiao Xiao sent Nan'er to school as usual, and then went to Jingmu Mansion to treat the White Queen.
There was no intention of avoiding suspicion at all.
By now, almost everyone knows that Xu Shaomu of the Jingmu Mansion has a close relationship with the Commoner King.
This is also the result that Li Ziye wants. After all, there are many benefits in bringing the Xu family to his side.
In the room in the backyard, Xiao Xiao helped Bai Yuzhen integrate the power of the Dragon Ball. Outside the room, Li Ziye and Xu Hanlin chatted wordlessly.
In the courtyard, Yun'er ran around on the snow, her face turned red from the cold, but she didn't stop for a while.
"Children are good and carefree."
Li Ziye looked at Yun'er running back and forth in front of him, with a gentle look on his face and said.
"Your Majesty, it's not long since he was strong and weak."
On the side, Xu Hanlin said softly, "A weak crown can be crowned the king. The prince is the first person in history."
Li Ziye looked startled when he heard this. He turned back to look at the person in front of him and said, "Brother Hanlin, I like the way you spoke today."
Xu Hanlin looked puzzled and asked, "Is there any difference?"
"The meaning to be expressed is the same, but the way of saying it is different."
Li Ziye smiled and said, "It's good to know how to praise others. When communicating with others, saying nice things may not be just for the sake of flattery. The same words, said in different ways, may have completely opposite results."
Xu Hanlin fell silent after hearing what the former said. After a moment, he softly responded, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your teaching."
"Not teaching, just a little advice."
Li Ziye said calmly, "Brother Hanlin, you are older than me and have been in the officialdom longer than me. However, the biggest difference between you and me is that Brother Hanlin does not want to join those people, nor does he want to Change yourself, so you have been ostracized by others. I am not asking Brother Hanlin to become like those people. I just suggest that Brother Hanlin should be a little more tactful in his words and deeds."
At this point, Li Ziye paused and continued, "Just like Brother Hanlin praised me just now, maybe it's because we are familiar with each other. Brother Hanlin didn't feel anything unnatural when he said those words. However, in the face of officialdom, For those colleagues, Brother Hanlin is still a little too stingy with his words of praise. In fact, saying something nice is nothing, it doesn't hurt, but it can give others a good impression. For many things, a good impression is enough to change the final result. "
In front of the room, Li Ziye carefully brainwashed the people in front of him. He knew that Xu Hanlin was an upright man, and he probably offended many people invisibly.
It is simply unbelievable that he is at the top of the Taixue Palace and has not been promoted in twelve years.
The darkness of Dashang's officialdom is one aspect, but Xu Hanlin must also have problems himself.
In the big business officialdom, some people are promoted and some are demoted every year. Official positions are not so tense. Under normal circumstances, as long as you know a little bit about the world, you can always get the opportunity to be promoted in twelve years.
Xu Hanlin's words really proved true. Opportunities came to him like raindrops, but he avoided them all.
"Uncle Master, let's build a snowman together."
Just when Li Ziye's voice was about to smoke, Yun'er ran over and said with hope.
"good."
Li Ziye nodded lightly, ignored the rotten wood next to him, and accompanied Yun'er to build a snowman.
Forget it, the big name Xu Hanlin should be scrapped. Re-education will only make limited changes.
It’s better to cultivate Yun’er’s trumpet.
The little fat guys are all potential stocks.
"Yun'er?"
In front of the snowdrift, Li Ziye helped his little fat nephew build a snowman and asked kindly, "When you grow up, do you want to practice martial arts or become an official?"
Hearing this, Yun'er raised her chubby little head and replied, "I want to practice martial arts, become a hero, and eliminate violence."
"Good ambition."
Li Ziye responded with a smile, "Then you must learn from your grandparents. Your grandparents are all great masters."
"Grandma said I was a little fat."
Yun'er said with some embarrassment, "It's not a good time to practice martial arts now."
"Then get some exercise."
Li Ziye reached out and pinched the face of the little fat man in front of him, and said with a smile, "It's good to be fatter. It will give you strength."
"Really?"
Yun'er stared at her big eyes and asked.
"real."
Li Ziye gathered a large ball of snow and placed it in front of him, and replied, "For those who practice martial arts, strong strength is a very important advantage. Chen Qiao'er, the master of Confucianism and Confucianism in Taixue Palace, is born with divine power, which is rare in the same realm." The opponent is very powerful."
"Uncle Master, can I learn martial arts from Master Farru?" Yun'er asked eagerly.
"Learn martial arts from Fa Confucianism?"
Li Ziye was stunned for a moment and said, "Yun'er, the Xu family's ancestral martial arts is very powerful, so why bother looking for something far away?"
After saying that, Li Ziye hesitated for a moment and continued, "In this way, when you grow up, if you still want to enter the Taixue Palace to learn martial arts from Fa Confucianism, my uncle, I will help you make the connection, okay?"
Speaking of which, it seems that Sister Qiaoer doesn't have a direct disciple yet, and I don't know if she has any intention of accepting one. I'll ask if I have time.
"Uncle, is it true?" Yun'er asked excitedly.
"Of course, as a gentleman says, a horse is hard to catch. Come on, let's pull the hook." Li Ziye stretched out his little finger and said.
"Uncle Master, pulling hooks is only for children. I am a man now and I want to give you a high five." Yun'er stretched out his palm and said seriously.
Li Ziye looked at the serious look of the little fat man in front of him, smiled, stretched out his palm, and said, "Okay, high five as a pledge."
In the snowy sky, two palms, one big and one small, clapped and swore an oath, symbolizing Li Ziye's promise and the inheritance from generation to generation.
Not far away, Xu Hanlin saw this scene and was deeply moved, but he didn't say much.
Not long after, Xiao Xiao walked out of the room, and the two left the Jingmu Mansion. This time, Li Ziye didn't talk to Bai Yuzhen anymore, nor did he make any requests.
In the Great Shang Capital City, snowflakes were falling all day long.
Although the snow was not heavy, after a whole day of rain, the entire city of Dashang was dyed silvery white.
At night.
When Li Ziye was practicing his sword in the courtyard, a cold wind blew up, and a figure with white hair appeared silently in the backyard of the palace.
The restrained, astonishing murderous aura, as far as the eye can see, the murderous intention is like an endless abyss. Just one glance will make people shudder and make them unable to move.
"Little uncle."
Li Ziye looked at the white-haired woman in front of him, his heart was shaken, and he said, "Why are you here?"
"Three unique swords, the fourth style, keep an eye on it."
Tao Yaoyao said something and held his right hand empty. The long sword in Li Ziye's hand immediately flew out and fell into his hand.
The next moment, Tao Yaoyao held the sword and moved. The sword was like thunder breaking through the night, and the sword cut through the dark world in front of him.
