Wu Gen carried two crabs and hurried out of Fuli City. The fourth prince, Zhao Yi, held a banquet this time in a separate courtyard of his house, which was ten miles away from the city. It is said that many dignitaries were invited, and the formation was quite grand.
After walking out of the city for a while, Wu Gen turned his head and looked at this ancient city that had stood for hundreds of years. The thick city wall is like the face of a monster, and the doorway in the middle is the huge mouth. No one knows how many lives this big city has swallowed.
Fuli City is like poison with honey, attracting batch after batch of people here, enjoying it as if it were sweetened with honey. Here, the most indispensable thing is conspiracy, ambition, calculation, and the piles of corpses under the loess and blue bricks in the city.
When staying in the city, Wu Gen always felt like he was drowning in water, and he couldn't feel comfortable for a moment. Until this moment, I felt the comfort of being alive again.
There were a lot fewer people around, so Wu Gen didn't use his horse. He used his magic skills a little and hurried towards the other courtyard. When we arrived at the other courtyard, the place was already full of cars and horses, and many people attending the banquet were hurriedly arriving. At the entrance of the courtyard, the carriages, saddles, and horses are decorated with fine clothes, all declaring the status of the owner here.
Wu Gen took advantage of every opportunity and nimbly walked between the carriages and horses, quickly arriving at the entrance of the courtyard. No one scolded him for not obeying the rules, but he was quickly stopped. If this person was from the palace, he would be asking for trouble.
The guard guarding the door looked at the invitation and the waistband, looked up and looked at it carefully with some surprise, and then separated one person and took Wu Gen to the backyard. There is a place where only a few VIPs can enter.
Zhao Yuzheng knew that with Wu Gen's status, staying in the outer courtyard would probably attract the contempt of many people. So he ordered the guard early to take him to the inner courtyard alone when he arrived. After all, Wu Gen represented Zhu Buzhan's face.
After waiting in the backyard, Wu Gen couldn't help but be a little surprised. Is this a courtyard? Why is there a hill in the courtyard, with some deer deer and the like appearing and disappearing in the grass, and a school ground at the foot of the hill. Sure enough, under the same sky, the gap between people is so huge that it can be described as a world of difference.
Zhao Yuzheng was wearing a short game and was shooting arrows with his bow at the foot of the mountain. The Emperor of Zhao established the country by force, and the training of bows and horses among the royal family was indispensable. However, as time went by, this rule gradually faded away. Coupled with the rise of Qi training in recent years, many people in the royal family were no longer able to hold bows. , can't ride a horse, can't go to the battlefield.
At the foot of the mountain, there were several targets made of straw, but there was no arrow on them. Looking at the arrows scattered in front of Zhao Yuzheng, Wu Gen couldn't help but lower his head.
"Wu Gen, you're here." Zhao Yuzheng took the towel handed by the maid next to him and wiped his face without asking why Zhu Buzhan didn't arrive.
"Sir, something is wrong." Wu Gengang wanted to explain, but was stopped by Zhao Yuzheng, who had no choice but to hand over the two crabs in his hand, "This is what the master ordered."
Zhao Yuzheng's eyes lit up, he pushed away the guard who was about to take the crab, stretched out his hand to pick up the crab, "Haha, who said Mr. Zhu can't give gifts, now the father and son have lost the bet." He said proudly. He gave it to the maid beside him, "Go, give it to your father, and tell him that I should share it with him."
Wu Gen was a little curious and asked: "Two crabs, why do they have to share the food between father and son?"
Zhao Yuzheng stretched out his hand and picked up the soft bow next to him. He nocked an arrow on the string and said, "Wu Gen, you don't know that Mr. Zhu rarely gives gifts to people. Remember that when the emperor's birthday was celebrated by hundreds of officials, he just took it from the tree in the courtyard. I picked a few peaches, so I got the name Peach Master. It’s you who came this time, otherwise, I won’t get two crabs.”
Whoosh, the arrow in Zhao Yuzheng's hand shot out, but it flew for more than twenty steps before falling sideways and hiding in the forest of arrows on the ground.
"Sigh. What's so fun about archery? The superiors only need to work hard. I don't know why my father insisted on letting me practice this." Zhao Yuzheng sighed and stamped his feet. When he saw Wu Gen beside him, he simply put the bow in his hand. , "Come on, Wu Gen. With your skills, hitting a target won't be a problem."
Wu Gen stretched out his hand to weigh the limp bow, picked up an arrow, and pulled hard. With a bang, the arrow fell in front of his feet, but the bow broke into two pieces.
He turned around and glanced at Zhao Yuzheng doubtfully, "Junior brother, you have to take good care of your treasury staff. This bow is obviously not properly maintained and is wearing out. No wonder you can't shoot far."
Zhao Yuzheng's face suddenly turned red and he coughed twice. "Senior brother is right." He turned around and shouted to a guard: "I want you to take care of your bow more diligently and get a good one." That was done. When I wrote the words, I deliberately emphasized the tone.
The guard felt aggrieved and quickly changed to a stiff bow. Zhao Yuzheng practices archery on weekdays, using soft bows with very little tension. Otherwise, how would he be able to draw the bow with his arm strength. It's not a big deal to hurt your body, but if you don't want to practice bowing anymore because of it, then the prince will be furious.
Wu Gen took the bow in his hand, strung the arrow, and boom, the arrow landed in front of his feet again. "Hey, junior brother, I advise you to invest some money and replace the bows in your library with a new batch."
Zhao Yuzheng's eyes widened. He naturally knew that there was nothing wrong with his bow, it was just that Wu Gen's arm strength was too strong.
In fact, Wu Gen himself didn't realize that after adapting to the environment of Dayi Continent where he weighed twice as much, everything outside this continent was already insignificant. In addition, when fighting with people with the Zhentian Bow in Dayizhou, he would have to use all his strength at every turn, so it would be strange if the bow in the palace was not broken.
"Brother, look there is a white deer on the mountain." Zhao Yuzheng suddenly pointed to the mountain in the distance and shouted.
"Where is it? Where is it?" Wu Gen stretched his neck to look.
Zhao Yuzheng gently kicked the broken bow on the ground aside with his foot and coughed, "Senior brother, the guests have almost arrived. I know you are not used to the outer courtyard, so just eat in the inner courtyard. They are all at home here." A few people. By the way, I will go out with my father to greet them first. You can do as you please here, as long as you don't leave the courtyard."
After saying that, Zhao Yuzheng hurriedly walked out, leaving Wu Gen here.
Looking at the huge backyard, Wu Gen nodded to the guards not far away and started strolling around casually. While wandering around, I found a moon door on the wall.
When I walked in, I saw a small courtyard with lush green trees and shining exotic flowers. A clear stream zigzagged from the depths of the flowers and trees under the gaps in the rocks, forming a clear pond. In the distance, there are flying buildings in the sky and carved sills, hidden among the trees in the mountains. The buildings and scenery are dotted with each other. It is definitely a quiet place.
This should be a place for people to take a rest. At this time, there are several men sitting by the pond, holding pots and folding flowers, chatting about something. The leading man is wearing white clothes and even a pair of silk shoes are pure white. He has no crown on his head, but has a hosta on his head and is painting with his head down.
Hearing Wu Gen's footsteps, several people raised their heads. One person was about to scold him, but was stopped by the man in white. The man smiled gently at Wu Gen, then lowered his head and continued waving.
Seeing that these people paid no attention to him and were engaged in reciting poems and painting which he disliked the most, Wu Gen nodded slightly to the man and left the courtyard.
When I was bored and ready to walk up the mountain, more than a dozen people came to the courtyard outside. The leader was a middle-aged man with three long beards and a jade crown. He led these people towards the courtyard where Wu Gen had been. .
Among these people, there was a man who was quite burly, bearded, and dressed in a yellow robe. He was chatting and laughing with the middle-aged man. Zhao Yuzheng also followed obediently. When he saw Wu Gen, he secretly made a face and entered the small courtyard together.
After a while, a maid came over to invite Wu Gen to the table, but it was also in that small courtyard. After entering it, Zhao Yuzheng pulled Wu Gen to a rockery pavilion, "We are here. Those people are bored to death in the palace. They keep talking about the scene and don't know when the banquet will be started. It's up to you. Fortunately, my father allowed me to come out to have a meal. This place is much more spacious, so I placed it here."
Wu Gen smiled, naturally knowing Zhao Yuzheng's good intentions. Although I don't mind being a scoundrel, if a stranger enters the main hall, he will only be looked down upon. It is really not as comfortable as being in the pavilion. He gently patted Zhao Yuzheng on the shoulder, which immediately attracted the eyes of all the maids.
"Junior brother, last time you talked about learning martial arts, I brought you the scriptures. However, this technique is quite precious. You can practice it by yourself, and don't teach it to others." Wu Gen said, referring to yesterday's The three pages of the Sutra he had drawn overnight were handed to Zhao Yuzheng.
As if Zhao Yu had found a treasure, he quickly held it in his arms and thanked him repeatedly. Wu Gen didn't take back his extended hand. Zhao Yuzheng was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing, and turned to a maid and said, "Go to the steward and withdraw ten gold coins. I want to give them to my senior brother."
Wu Gen laughed and took his hand back, "Junior brother, I am not a philistine like Brother, but I can't read books unless I borrow them, and I don't cherish things if they are priceless. This move also expresses my hope that you will practice hard and eventually become a great generation. the meaning of.
Senior brother can only guide you to get started. If you want to succeed, you have to practice more and more. As the saying goes, a day of practice will lead to success; a day of not practicing will make you empty. Cultivation is like sailing against the current, and you must not slack off for a day. "
"Thank you for the advice, senior brother." Zhao Yuzheng bowed his head and saluted with a very respectful attitude.
The two of them were drinking together in the pavilion. The breeze here was gentle and the fallen flowers were colorful, which was quite an artistic conception. While eating and talking, Wu Gen also found out that in addition to some close ministers from the court, the people coming today also included the second prince Zhao Linge and the third prince Zhao Linyun.
Zhao Linge is the muscular man just now. He has always been good at martial arts and has good kung fu. As for the third prince, Zhao Linyun, who was fond of writing and quiet, he was the one who was painting in the courtyard just now. This person usually stays in the mansion and seldom interacts with others. He spends the whole day drinking and fighting with a group of literati. This time, it was just for the sake of the emperor's uncle that I came here to attend the banquet.
As for Zhao Yi, he is a middle-aged man wearing a jade crown. In fact, he is the only one who can summon these people to this banquet today. If other people do this, they will just have a reputation of winning over the prince, and it may be a bit unpleasant if word spreads about it. The uncle invites his nephew, and since he is an idle prince with no fiefdom or authority, naturally no one can gossip.
Wu Gen and Zhao Yu were drinking heavily, but the banquet in the main hall over there was over. Zhao Yi, Zhao Linge, Zhao Linyun and others walked out of the hall with a smile and headed to the school grounds together.
"Senior brother, let's go quickly. The second emperor brother is probably going to show off his martial arts skills again. He is well-known in the capital for his abilities." Zhao Yuzheng stood up excitedly, pulled Wu Gen and ran down the pavilion.
