Because they had been talking since they met, Kong Qiuyue even forgot to ask the other person's name and origin.
"Who could he be?"
Looking at the chess set on the table, Kong Qiuyue's autumn-like eyes were filled with endless curiosity.
Judging from Zhao Ding's behavior and conversation, he must be a member of a large family, but she had no impression of him at all, as if he was not from Beiliang at all.
Could it be that it came from somewhere else?
But where it came from, Kong Qiuyue couldn't guess for a while, because Luoyang is the commercial capital of the world.
Countless people from the other four Central Plains countries come to Luoyang every year for business or purchasing, and her father Kong Lingda is a great scholar who is famous throughout the five Central Plains countries.
For a moment, Kong Qiuyue knew nothing about Zhao Ding's origin.
But the person who can create chess by himself is definitely not an unknown person.
Just as Kong Qiuyue was thinking, the housekeeper had already sent Zhao Ding away and returned to the garden.
But before the butler could speak, Kong Qiuyue had already taken the lead and asked, "Uncle Fu, who were the two guests just now?"
"Which two guests?"
The housekeeper was stunned for a moment, but he didn't hide anything, and replied: "Their background is not small, the older one is Master Yang Fu, the chief assistant of Zhao Qian in the three dynasties.
Because he had received guidance from his master when he was studying in Luoyang in his early years, he came here to visit him.
Unexpectedly, the down-and-out Confucian scholar was actually Zhao Qian's chief minister in three dynasties. His fate was really unpredictable. "
The old man named Fu Bo sighed and shook his head repeatedly.
"He is Zhao Qian's master Yang?"
Listening to the emotion of this old housekeeper who grew up with his father since childhood, Kong Qiuyue's eyes suddenly widened, obviously not expecting that the quite old man next to Zhao Ding was actually Yang Fu.
And looking at the way he and Zhao Ding walked out just now, Zhao Ding was in front and Yang Fu was half a step behind.
Could it be that he is Zhao Ding, the ninth prince of Zhao Qian?
Thinking of this, Kong Qiuyue froze on the spot for a moment.
In her imagination, Zhao Qian was in the southern region. Although the mountains and rivers were luxuriant, the people of Qian were also famous for their cunning in the surrounding five countries.
As for Zhao Ding, he was even more aggressive outside Luoyang City and forced their Northern Liang Xuan Jia to death.
A lieutenant in the army.
The next few tests showed that Zhao Ding was a master who refused to suffer losses.
Recalling what Qi Buyu, the minister of household affairs in the court, once said, Zhao Dingneng unknowingly transported the things from Youzhou to their Luoyang, and spread them among the upper echelons of their Northern Liang gentry.
In her mind, Kong Qiuyue had already constructed an image with a gloomy temperament and a gloomy look.
Didn't expect Zhao Ding to look like this?
"Uncle Fu, who do you think the handsome young man in white robe is? Is it really Zhao Ding, the ninth prince of Zhao Gan?"
Kong Qiuyue might be able to suppress the curiosity in her heart, but the maid on the side looked at the old man named Fu Bo with some surprise.
"This... this... I'm not sure about this, but when I came here, Mrs. Yang Fu Yang was walking in front, and the young man was walking behind. And when I visited the master to hand over my invitation, The young man also regarded himself as a descendant of Master Yang.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be Zhao Qian's ninth prince. "
After hearing what the maid said, the old man named Fu Bo shook his head and said.
Although their master is famous, no matter what happens, the prince of a country will never come to visit him, especially because it is rumored that he is the future prince of Daqian.
"Huh~~~"
Listening to these words, Kong Qiuyue breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
At the same time, there was an indescribable emotion in my heart.
But fortunately, it's not Zhao Ding, that's good.
"Uncle Fu, let's go to the library."
Shaking her head slightly to get rid of the messy thoughts in her heart, Kong Qiuyue put away the chess set left by Zhao Ding and walked towards the library in the other direction of the pavilion.
After being delayed for so long, with Xiao Yunu's temperament, he was probably a little anxious.
…
"My lord, what do you think of the girl just now?"
On the carriage back, Old God Yang Fu was sitting beside him, smiling and stroking his long beard.
"How about what?"
Zhao Ding looked at the old man with a raised brow.
"That's it."
Yang Fu raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Ding, then continued: "If I guessed correctly, the girl just now should be Mr. Chongyuan's youngest daughter, the seventh daughter of the Kong family, Kong Qiuyue."
"Haha~~~~"
Zhao Ding laughed loudly, turned over, and continued to sleep in the carriage.
After being in contact with each other for a while, Yang Fu had long been immune to Zhao Ding's lazy appearance, and continued with a smile: "Old Master Kong is a great Confucian who is famous throughout the five countries of the Central Plains, and the Confucian family has many Confucian saints in the past. In the name of the family, if you, the prince, can marry the seventh daughter of the Kong family, your influence among the Confucian scholars in the five countries of the Central Plains will be no less than that. Your Majesty will arrange this marriage for you today.
At that time, with the in-laws of Beiliang in one hand and the support of Confucianism in the other, all the talented people in the world will enter your urn. In this case, who else can compete with you for the position of crown prince? "
Zhao Ding choked and looked at Yang Fu, not knowing what to say for a moment.
In the past, Yang Fu was famous for his non-stick pans, and he had nothing to do with the replacement of the crown prince. But this time, for some reason, he kept telling him this all the way.
But don't worry, his father Zhao Chongyuan also meant this.
Zhao Ding laughed loudly, looked at Yang Fu and said, "Old Master, let's settle the score."
"What account?"
Yang Fu raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Ding.
"How many emperors do you think we have had since our country's destiny has lasted for 250 years?"
"18th place."
Yang Fu touched his chin and replied without thinking.
"Then how many years does the average reign last? What's the average age?"
"Forehead...."
As soon as these words came out, Yang Fu was suddenly speechless.
Immediately, he looked at Zhao Ding with a wry smile: "Your Majesty, this is not how the account is settled. Since ancient times, being king and hegemony has been the dream of people with lofty ideals in all dynasties. Your Majesty, you now have talent, learning, and ambition. At the same time, Your Majesty is very interested. You also value it, so why should you care about age?
Don’t you, my lord, want to do something earth-shattering in your lifetime? "
Yang Fu looked at Zhao Ding with some confusion.
Zhao Ding looked at Yang Fu sideways: "Then Mrs. Yang has been an official for decades and has been given the opportunity to be the minister of Duke Zhou several times. Why is Mrs. Yang unwilling?"
"Ah this..."
Listening to Zhao Ding's words, Yang Fu was speechless for a moment.
