Chapter 188: I lost my heart and said I didn’t suffer any loss

Style: Historical Author: Dust and bonesWords: 2539Update Time: 24/01/11 17:36:03
As the personal attendant who accompanied Zhao Ding to Beiliang this time.

Zhang San has been suffocated these past few days.

There was no other reason. If his prince didn't go out to play, he couldn't go out either, and hearing about the details of the negotiations made his head hurt.

Yang Fu saw this, smiled in his heart, and said to Zhao Ding: "Your Majesty, if you are free, you might as well go out with me.

Luoyang is not only the center of commercial exchanges and trade between the five Central Plains countries, but also a famous place where Confucian culture flourishes.

The old minister once traveled to Luoyang to study when he was young and received the guidance of the great scholar Mr. Chongyuan. Now he just happened to pay a visit. "

"Mr. Chongyuan?"

Zhao Ding frowned when he heard this.

Mr. Chongyuan here is not the 32nd generation grandson of Confucius in the previous life. He was one of the eighteen scholars in the early Tang Dynasty, a Confucian scholar, a Confucian scholar, a Confucian scholar, and a Yi scholar.

But he is also a great Confucian who is famous throughout the five countries of the Central Plains.

It's a pity that Zhao Ding is really not interested in this thing.

If you have that time, it would be better to take a walk with the dog and bask in the sun. Of course, if you can drink tea, that would be even better.

"My lord, haven't you always admired Confucianism? This is a good opportunity!"

Lu Tao on the side looked at Zhao Ding with excitement.

Since when did my mother-in-law advocate Confucianism?

But looking at the looks in Zhang San and Lu Tao's eyes, Zhao Ding also got a rough idea.

These two guys have really been going crazy for a while.

During this period of time, he was rushing and discussing the details of negotiations. It might not be a big deal to him who was busy, but it was a bit boring for Lu Tao and Zhang San.

"Fine."

Zhao Ding looked at Yang Fu helplessly.

In fact, he was really not interested in Confucianism at all.

But looking at the hopeful looks on Lu Tao and Zhang San's faces, they still couldn't bear to refuse.

"In that case, let's go and visit."

But one thing I have to say is that Yang Fu is already close to seventy years old and is about the same age as Xiao Dao. This so-called Mr. Chongyuan also gave guidance to Yang Fu when he was young.

He is estimated to be at least eighty or close to ninety.

Whether in the previous life or in this life, he can be regarded as a longevity star!

"okay!"

Listening to Zhao Ding's words, Zhang San stood up as soon as the carp stood up, and then hurriedly ran to prepare the carriage.



Not long after, Zhang San had already driven a carriage, taking Zhao Ding, Yang Fu, and Lu Tao and set off for the Kong Mansion.

Along the way, we also saw the prosperity unique to Luoyang.

Although there were not as many cars passing by on the road in the previous life, there were still a lot of human fireworks that were unique to this era.

There are many people coming and going on the street. There are various shops and restaurants on both sides of the street. Wealthy businessmen wearing luxurious clothes can be seen everywhere.

In addition, you can also see many businessmen from other areas, as well as women wearing Hu costumes. The various crowds are far more lively than Yingtian looks like.

Moreover, the words and deeds between the women were much bolder. Looking at Zhao Ding in the carriage, they would make secret glances at him from time to time. In addition to these, there were guards patrolling the streets from time to time to maintain order.

The whole of Luoyang is full of prosperity and worldly fireworks, but this is also the charm of Luoyang.

Even though Zhao Ding had traveled through time and was used to the bright lights and green willows in his previous life, he couldn't help but be attracted by the unique charm of Luoyang City at this moment.

"Stability is the foundation of a prosperous age."

Zhao Ding admired in his heart.

No wonder scholars all over the world regard Luoyang as the second most prosperous city after the imperial capital of Dayu. Now it seems that it does have its own unique features.

Yingtian still needs many years of development to achieve this kind of prosperity.

However, Zhao Ding did not envy Beiliang a city that absorbed the nutrients of the whole country. After all, it was all about fishing. The people close to Luoyang were fine, but those far away from Luoyang were really punished by death. .

After all, this is an era of backward productivity. The common people are engaged in business, and the land is cultivated. However, the consumption of food is still fixed. If this is the case, one can imagine how those people who are still engaged in agriculture will live. miserable.

It’s not that the monarchs of all dynasties couldn’t see the benefits of business for taxation, but the way of productivity determines that business cannot be too prosperous!



Zhuque Street is a famous commercial street in Luoyang City. On the other side of Zhuque Street is the residence of Daliang dignitaries.

At this moment, a carriage was driving slowly.

Although the streets of Luoyang were very noisy and crowded with people following each other, they all took the initiative to avoid this carriage after seeing it.

Not because of the guards leading the way, but because of the royal nameplate hanging on the carriage.

Those who can hang such a nameplate are all direct descendants of the royal family, and their status is extremely extraordinary.

Not to mention ordinary pedestrians and carriages, even the third-rank officials in the court had to take the initiative to avoid it when they saw it.

In the carriage, Xiao Yunu, who was wearing a plum-colored dress and whose skin was as white as mutton-fat jade and looked extraordinarily elegant, was looking out of the carriage with her hands on her chin.

He held a black chess piece with his tender fingers, and stared at the chessboard in front of him with his strange eyes.

Opposite her was a woman wearing the clothes of a female official with an equally pleasant face.

At this moment, this woman is holding the white flag, her clear eyes, quietly looking at the white pieces on the chessboard that are already showing signs of massacre, and the endangered black pieces.

After blinking for a long time, he finally looked helplessly at Xiao Yunu in front of him and sighed: "Your Highness, how should I act like this?"

"Oh, sister Qiuyue, please don't embarrass me. It's not like you don't know that I'm not that good. Brother Six asked you to teach me, so you just go through the process perfunctorily."

Xiao Yunu curled her lips with an aggrieved look, threw the chess piece in her hand onto the chessboard, and shook the arms of the lovely female officer coquettishly.

"Oh, you."

The female official smiled helplessly and said, "His Royal Highness, you are afraid that you will marry Da Gan and suffer the consequences of not being good at playing, chess, calligraphy and painting, so you asked me to teach you more in the past few days, but now you..."

Seeing Xiao Yunu's innocent expression, the female official let out a long sigh again, looked out the window, and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, if Her Royal Highness is really not good at this chess skill, there is no need to do more research. My father has a This is a chess book that has been passed down from ancient times. All you need to do is memorize the chess book."

"Cough cough cough..."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yunu coughed involuntarily, turned her ears, looked at the female official and said: "Sister Qiuyue, what did you say? Why didn't I hear it?

We went to Master Qi’s house today, didn’t we go there to have fun? "

"You, you."

Seeing Xiao Yunu's appearance, the female official sighed helplessly, "There was news from the Changchun Palace earlier that Zhao Ding, the ninth prince of Zhao Qian, has met with His Majesty. Although he looks good, he is not a master who suffers losses. , if you really get married with this temper, how can you resist him? Don't be betrayed without knowing it.

After all, Zhao Ding is a master who even His Royal Highness cannot take advantage of. "

Thinking of this, the female officer couldn't help but feel a little sad in her eyebrows.

Xiao Yunu pursed her lips and smiled, looking out the window with some longing and saying: "Sister Qiuyue, then Zhao Ding is not that kind of person.

If Sixth Brother suffers a loss in his hands, that is because Sixth Brother is stupid, I will not suffer a loss!"

"just you?"

The female official smiled when she heard this, and rolled her eyes helplessly, "I'm heartbroken, and I still say I didn't suffer any loss."

This female official was none other than Kong Qiuyue, the daughter of Kong Lingda, a famous scholar in Northern Liang, who was also the so-called daughter of Mr. Chongyuan.

And the place they are going to at this moment is Kong Mansion!

That's where Zhao Ding and Yang Fu are going!