"One school has seven Jinshi, and the father and his son have three talents."
In front of the gate of a manor called "Li Garden" in Baoding Prefecture, which is both grand and repressive, Hu Long looked at the couplets that were apparently recently inscribed and hung on both sides of the door, and felt quite emotional in his heart.
As he lives longer and longer in this world and becomes more and more involved, he has invisibly changed the fate of more and more people and the trajectory of more and more events.
Just like Li Xunhuan, because of Hu Long's relationship, he fell into the eyes of Hongzhi Emperor Zhu Youtang before the scientific examination.
Later, although he still passed the top three in the examination as in the original track, the weight in Zhu Youtang's heart was completely different.
When it came time to confer an official position, Zhu Youtang also followed the usual practice and awarded the number one scholar Wang Shouren to compile for the Sixth Rank Imperial Academy. The second best scholar Lun Wenxu and Tanhua Li Xunhuan both edited for the seventh rank Imperial Academy, but the subsequent arrangements were different.
In Zhu Youtang's view, Lun Wenxu was a scholar who could be put to good use in the Hanlin Academy.
Although Wang Shouren entered the officialdom through literary career, Zhu Youtang saw that he had the world in his heart and a soldier in his chest. He thought that if he wanted to achieve great things in the future, this person should be the support of the jade pillar holding up the sky and the golden beam bridging the sea.
Therefore, Zhu Youtang only allowed him to stay in the Hanlin Academy on a transitional basis for one month, and then found an excuse to transfer him to the Ministry of War as the sixth-rank chief. He seemed to be indifferent, but he was actually prepared to be reused in the future.
Li Xunhuan, on the other hand, had both the literary talent and the martial arts. He had the literary talent of a descendant of an aristocratic family and the passion of a heroic hero. He was exactly the talent Zhu Youtang urgently needed to entrust him with a big project. The post of editor was also just a transitional one.
Years ago, Zhu Youtang allowed Li Xunhuan to go home on leave, intending to let him arrange everything to prepare for the important task.
Since Li Xunhuan has been favored by Zhu Youtang, he naturally cannot resign his official position as easily as in the original work and become a prodigal wandering around the world. He will no longer have the experience of being rescued by Long Xiaoyun after being plotted against others - even at this moment. The two are still strangers to each other, and the "giving up a daughter" plot in the original work that has attracted criticism from countless readers has lost its origin.
Although some people say that it was the heart-breaking pain and more than ten years of deep-seated lovesickness that made Li Xunhuan's reputation as a "little Li Feidao".
But Hu Long believed that if Li Xunhuan was allowed to choose between martial arts and his lover, he would choose the latter without hesitation.
In addition, there is another plot change that makes Hu Long extremely puzzled. In the original work, Li Xunhuan's parents and elder brother were supposed to have died one after another after he passed the imperial examination, but now these three people are not only still alive and well, but they are also able to arrange marriage for Li Xunhuan.
Hu Long didn't think that anything he did after coming to this world was enough to trigger this change. After thinking about it, he could only think that there was something hidden in the matter itself.
As for the truth, he believed that he could probably get the answer during this trip.
"If you are looking for pleasure but you are far away, please forgive me, Taoist Master!"
With a clear laugh, Li Xunhuan, with a happy and sweet smile on his face, appeared in front of Hu Long and A Fei's master and apprentice like a gust of wind.
Hu Long looked him up and down, and saw that his spirit and temperament were as warm and uplifting as ever, like the rising sun, and he knew that that tragic fate had really passed him by.
When the two parties met and exchanged greetings, Hu Long asked: "Xun Huan said in the letter that the person I asked you to pay attention to will come to meet your father in the near future, but I don't know if he has arrived now?"
As soon as these words came out, A Fei, who was standing behind him, immediately trembled slightly, and a complex look of expectation, resentment, sadness, anxiety and other emotions appeared on his handsome little face, which was as cold as ten thousand years of ice.
Li Xunhuan whispered: "The elder has already arrived. My parents wanted to entertain him, so they couldn't come to greet the Taoist priest in person."
Hu Long asked again: "Did you never mention A Fei's existence to him?"
Li Xun Huan said: "The Taoist priest has given instructions beforehand, so Xun Huan naturally dare not say anything."
Hu Long nodded with satisfaction, then reached out and patted Ah Fei on the shoulder, using his generous and warm palm to give the disciple who was suddenly afraid of the door in front of him some courage:
"Silly boy, the grievances of the previous generation and the distinction between right and wrong are no longer clear. But as far as you are concerned, it is indeed him who owes you. Let's go, my master, and I will take you to ask for an explanation!"
After that, he pulled him with his hand and drove into the village.
Li Xunhuan hurriedly took a few steps to lead the way.
When Hu Long asked him to pay attention to the news about the elder, he had already vaguely guessed something. Now seeing A Fei's strange expression, he felt a little more certain in his heart.
Master and disciple Hu Long followed Li Xunhuan to a waiting room in Li Garden, and saw five people sitting in the hall.
On the front is a middle-aged man and woman. Although they are both in their forties, and some traces of time have left on the corners of their eyes and eyebrows, they can still see the elegance, suaveness, and sassy beauty of the past. The first time you see them, you can see them. The title "Fairy Couple" naturally came to mind.
Sitting next to him at the lower end was a young man in his mid-twenties, whose appearance was somewhat similar to that of Li Xunhuan, but his demeanor was more calm and less elegant.
Opposite him, sitting at the first guest seat, were two men in their thirties.
One of them is wearing a green shirt, the other is wearing a white shirt. They are both as handsome as jade and full of the charm of mature men at the peak of their lives.
The eyes of the man in green shirt are as clear as water and as deep as an abyss, seeming to contain wisdom that far exceeds his age and is enough to see into the world and people's minds.
The man in white pursed his thin lips slightly and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he always had a bit of contempt and ridicule for all living beings in the world.
Hu Yuan stopped Li Xunhuan who was about to introduce him to the crowd, but without first greeting the three people who should be Li Xunhuan's parents and brother, he pushed Ah Fei next to him in front of the man in green shirt with a bad smile that looked like he was watching a show. Said: "This should be the person you are looking for. Just do whatever you want to do. The master makes all the decisions!"
Everyone in the hall didn't know why, and all their eyes fell on A Fei, who had a terrifyingly cold face and stood blankly opposite the man in blue.
The man in green shirt was also a little confused, but when his eyes fell on A Fei's vaguely familiar eyebrows, his heart suddenly trembled, and he hesitated and asked: "Child, what's your last name?"
Looking at the man with jet-black hair in front of him who was in his prime, and thinking about his mother who had been sad for as long as he could remember, and later reborn and tortured him to death and died in Qingzhong, A Fei was so excited that he couldn't control himself.
At this moment, he suddenly heard the word "surname", his eyes suddenly turned red, and the endless grievance and resentment overwhelmed other emotions, and he shouted: "I don't have a surname!"
The "Rose Sword" hidden in the waist was unsheathed, and it quickly bit into the opponent's throat like a blood-red poisonous snake that preyed on others.
