Lu Ze was chatting and laughing with Qi Jijiu who was sitting on the floor, but the confidence he showed did not infect the high priest.
Qi Yanglong's tall body looked slightly stooped at this time. The old man liked to stay in Shangyin Academy because he liked to see the energetic young scholars in the academy arguing over an issue. Liu, I hope to see the bamboos in the moral forest stay green all year round.
"Back then, there was a young man named Xun Ping in the Academy. He was just like you, proud, confident, and full of longing for the future."
Qi Jijiu's voice was hoarse.
Lu Ze nodded, looked at the Lord Jijiu, and spoke softly: "Xun Ping, a person from Hezhou Zhizhang City on Guangling Road, a bachelor of the Imperial Academy, the first of the Thirteenth Class of the Spring and Autumn Period, this senior brother Xun was very elegant when he was studying at Shangyin Academy. He is said to be unparalleled, and even Xu Weixiong of Northern Liang, who later shocked the academy, can hardly compare to him. The twenty-one principles for governing the country he proposed are still being restructured and implemented in Liyang."
Lu Ze looked at Qi Dajiu, whose brows were still furrowed, and sighed silently in his heart.
This great priest accepted a total of three disciples, and the one he loved the most was Xun Ping, who inherited his vertical and horizontal skills, not Yuan Benxi who was hiding in the Liyang Palace, nor Xie Guanying, who created the civil and military commentaries and never saw the end. , but only his beloved disciple died first, and Qi Jijiu was trapped in Shangyin Academy that year.
"Qi Dajiu, can I discuss something with you?"
Qi Yanglong drank the cold tea that had completely cooled down in the cup. His sadness quickly subsided. The old man raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter?"
Lu Ze picked up the teapot and refilled their cups, and said with a smile: "The disciple named Xie of the Great Sacrifice Wine may confront me in the future. Don't you think that the Great Sacrifice Wine can give us some advice?"
After hearing these words, Qi Yanglong just shook his head: "My fate with those three apprentices is over. I only occasionally feel sorry for the child Xun Ping. As for the other two, it seems that I don't need to worry about it. Xie Feiyu This guy has been talented and outstanding since he was a child. He has great attainments in martial arts and is especially good at fighting for the realm of luck. However, he did not use any means to achieve his goals. The entire Jiayang Xie family, one of the ten powerful lords in the Central Plains, died in the Spring and Autumn Period. Xie Feiyu can do this without blinking an eyelid, he is a man so cruel that he can even abandon his wife and children."
Although he said he would not help, Qi Dajiu was very detailed in Lu Ze's description of Mr. Feiyu, who had the same name as Li Yishan.
Perhaps the tall old man in front of him was the only one in the world who knew best what was going on in the mind of Xie Guanying, who had been missing for many years.
Lu Ze nodded silently.
It’s no wonder that the androgynous beauty Nangong Pushe painstakingly studied martial arts in the Tingchao arsenal of Beiliang Palace. The white fox-faced child may have hated her biological father, and her original intention of learning martial arts was probably In order to one day be able to kill his father.
"Do you know... what Confucian scholars such as Xun Ping and Zhang Julu, including Huang Longshi who walked out of the bamboo house by Yilin Lake, think about most? A reputation that will last forever? A highly respected minister. Power? Looking down on the world's wealth? Or the four words you said to me in this bamboo house, Your Highness?"
The sun shines in through the windows of the bamboo house, and the tea in the cup is steaming up and birds are rising.
Listening to Qi Jijiu's questions in front of him, Lu Ze suddenly thought of Ye Qingmei in another world. That strange woman might be more suitable for this snowy world, because there seemed to be many people who had the same ambitions as her. .
His thoughts quickly returned to reality. Lu Ze nodded and answered softly: "In order to let the common people get the respect they deserve."
Qi Yanglong stood up slowly at this time, and saw that the old man with the most knowledge in Shangyin Academy put his hands on his chest and bowed to Lu Ze. The old man's voice was low, but his tone was extremely sincere.
"Qi Yanglong asks Your Highness to be kind to the people of the world in the future."
Lu Ze quickly stood up and returned the greeting, with a wry smile on his face: "Grand Sacrificial Wine, you just told me about the dangers along the way to the west, why are you saying this again now? Maybe I will die in Xishu or... A certain corner of Nanzhao has become the talk of the big shots in Tai'an City on their drunken beds, and there is no way to talk about the future."
Unexpectedly, Qi Yanglong burst out laughing: "I think His Highness is
He came back from the Western Region smoothly and slapped everyone in the face. "
Lu Ze coughed twice and seemed a little embarrassed: "Ahem, I'll take advantage of the blessing of the Qiji wine."
After the grand ceremony and wine were gone, Murong Wuzhu slowly walked into the house.
Lu Ze waved towards her, and Murong Wuzhu sat down on the floor. Lu Ze leaned forward and directly used the beauty's soft legs as a pillow. Murong Wuzhu lowered his head and looked at Lu Ze who was lying on his lap with his eyes closed to relax, his eyes filled with tears. With undisguised love and admiration, her thoughts and emotions are far simpler and more pure than those of her younger brother Murong Tonghuang.
Lu Ze once saved their siblings from fire and water. The sudden collapse of Xuanyuan Patriarch on Mount Hui made Murong Wuzhu's dark sky suddenly clear. No matter what the reason was, she deeply remembered this great kindness. Murong Wuzhu gradually grew up along the way. Being attracted by this His Highness, whose temperament was not at all like that of a member of the royal family, and who was as charming and suave as intoxicating wine, Murong Wuzhu felt as if he was living in a wonderful dream, so unreal.
Lu Ze opened his eyes and frivolously reached out to lift the beauty's pointed chin: "Aren't you worried about your brother? You didn't even say a few words to me for him. You know, Your Highness, I have always been very fond of good-looking women. Very easy to talk to."
Murong Wuzhu shook his head: "Since childhood, my brother has been a person with his own ideas."
"Don't worry, Emperor Murong Tong's temperament is probably very suitable for Tai'an City where intrigues are commonplace. In a few days, Your Highness, I will probably have to go back to that home that doesn't feel like home for a few days. What did the emperor's father do this time? It’s really a bit disgraceful. I don’t know if it’s because of the Queen, or because I’m too afraid of Beiliang’s broken love, so I didn’t hesitate to ask Your Highness me to block that dead end.”
Lu Ze's tone was full of teasing.
Murong Wuzhu just looked at Lu Ze's cheeks infatuatedly. The woman actually reached out and gently touched the side of his face. The beautiful woman's face suddenly bloomed with an extremely dazzling brilliance, which made Lu Ze feel a little distracted for a moment: "Your Highness will accomplish everything you want to do."
After a long time, Lu Ze came to his senses. He held the woman's waist, which was as slender as a willow. Murong Wuzhu screamed softly, but at this time, like a cute little lamb, he did not resist.
He joked: "What do you want to do?"
Murong Wuzhu's eyes were flashing, as if he was acquiescing.
"Well......"
