Gongziyu looked at Emperor Zhou, and Emperor Zhou also stared at Gongziyu.
If it were just based on his appearance, this man in white was indeed a talented person who could match Mingyue Emperor Ji. But the royal family will naturally not look at a person based on his appearance.
Your academic ability, classics, and character must all be of the highest quality. But after all, this man was the nephew of the Crown Prince and Grand Master, and Emperor Zhou trusted him and would definitely not propose marriage to a mediocre person. Furthermore, the three divisions are dedicated to fulfilling their duties and are sincerely devoted to the royal family. It would be chilling to refuse.
Emperor Zhou pondered for a moment and said: "I can't make the final decision on this matter. After all, it is a major event in Zhiruo's life, and we still need her opinion."
After saying this, Emperor Zhou looked at Prince Jing, thought for a while and said, "Your Majesty, Zhiruo is your sister, what do you think?"
After hearing this, King Jing thought for a moment. Originally, this was the reason for meeting the Holy Spirit. But at this moment, the prince and grand master had already spoken, and he absolutely could not express this directly.
If he mentioned this matter, it would inevitably make Emperor Zhou worried.
The Third Division has never been involved in party disputes. If King Jing also mentioned it, it would definitely make Emperor Zhou think that the prince and grand master had already stood behind King Jing to strengthen his marriage.
Although the prince and grand master had no real power in the court, they never interfered with court matters. But after all, he was the teacher who taught the intellectual education of the Zhou Emperor and the former crown prince. He was a great Confucian of the Zhou Dynasty. He had students all over the world. Even the Minister of Rites and the Imperial Prince were his students.
If the prince and grand master really wanted to involve the court, it would be enough to change the current situation. The Emperor of Zhou naturally did not allow the prince and grand master to get involved in party disputes.
The third division is the division of the future prince, not the fire of party struggle. Therefore, if Prince Jing mentioned it directly, the marriage would definitely be rejected by Emperor Zhou.
Prince Jing thought for a while and said: "This man is handsome. Based on his appearance alone, he can indeed be compared with Zhi Ruo. But the most indispensable thing in the world is those skinny people. If he is based on his appearance alone, he may not be able to get into Zhi Ruo. If it’s in the eyes.”
Emperor Zhou nodded and said, "What the emperor said is true."
At this moment, the Crown Prince and Grand Master spoke up and said: "Your Majesty, this old minister is my nephew. He is excellent at playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and music, and even in knowledge, he is better than his master. Given time, he will be able to surpass Old minister. Just like this chess skill, he can now surpass the national player Yang Jiaqing!"
Emperor Zhou was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but laugh: "Master Li, you said that this person's knowledge is better than that of the old. I naturally agree. Students all over the world are addicted to chapter books every day. Sooner or later, one day, they will surpass you, a contemporary." Great Confucian. But if I say that this person's chess skills are better than Mr. Yang's, I can only think that Master Li is joking."
The Crown Prince smiled and said: "Your Majesty, you might as well ask Yang Jiaqing to come out and play a game with my nephew. If my nephew loses, I am willing to resign and return to my old age."
Emperor Zhou was stunned for a moment, then laughed and scolded: "You old guy is just fooling around, but since Master Li has so much confidence in your nephew, let's have a game with Mr. Yang."
After he finished speaking, the eunuch beside Emperor Zhou shouted loudly, his high-pitched voice a bit harsh.
"The national master Yang Jiaqing enters the palace!"
After about an hour of incense, an old man in gray clothes entered the hall.
This old man is Mr. Yang Jiaqing, the current national player.
Mr. Yang knelt down to perform the sacrament, then stood up and heard the words of Emperor Zhou.
"Anyone wants to play a game with me?" Mr. Yang was a little disdainful, but when he saw the person who wanted to play with him, he was stunned and his eyes were a little dodgey.
Gongziyu clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Junior Li Yu, please ask Mr. Yang for advice on chess skills."
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Emperor Zhou had already ordered people to arrange the chessboard, and only the national players Yang Jiaqing and Gongziyu were left to sit down and play.
"It's you!" Mr. Yang, the national player, was shocked when he saw Gongziyu.
He claimed to have never lost a single game, but in fact he had three defeats.
Seven years ago, he was traveling around the world and on a whim, he arranged a game in the market. Even he spent a lot of time unraveling the endgame.
Go is the national game and has been popular for thousands of years. Even ordinary people know how to do it. This end game requires one copper coin, and if it is cracked, there will be a hundred taels of silver as a reward, which naturally attracts many people.
But those people were defeated after a few rounds. When Mr. Yang felt that there was no way to solve this game, a man in white appeared.
This man brought Black Zi back to life with just one move, and even blocked all Bai Zi's paths. He could be described as the most wonderful hand in the world.
Mr. Yang was horrified. Even he had never thought that the path to death could actually lead to death and life.
He saw that the man in white was a Go master. So he asked to play a game with him to save face. But in this game, by the middle of the game, he had no way out.
As a contemporary national player, how could Mr. Yang admit defeat so easily. He played another game with the man in white, but was blocked in the middle game. Three games later, the same thing happened.
After taking away three hundred taels of silver, the man in white didn't want to do it anymore and asked Mr. Yang to practice for a few more years. This made Yang Jiaqing feel depressed and wanted to vomit blood.
He never mentioned this matter of losing chess to others. Outsiders didn't know it, but he still didn't lose. But for the past seven years, I have been trembling with fear and fear that that person would appear.
Unexpectedly, today, that person finally appeared.
"Mr. Yang, please." Gongziyu smiled slightly and took his seat first.
Yang Jiaqing had no choice but to do so. Emperor Zhou was here in the palace, and the Confucian scholar and the prince were following him. He refused and had to sit down.
Gongziyu smiled and said: "The older man plays first, sir."
After saying that, Gongziyu pushed the jade box containing Baizi over.
"You didn't let Mr. Yang give way? Instead, you let him go first?" Emperor Zhou was stunned when he saw this scene.
Mr. Yang felt bitter in his heart. If he really gave in, he would lose even faster.
Gongziyu shook his head and smiled, and said: "How can we give in to each other in this game? Mr. Yang, please."
Mr. Yang nodded, his expression became completely serious, and he took the white seat first to reserve a seat.
The situation in all directions was decided, but the national player Yang Jiaqing acted in his usual style and wanted to capture the Chinese side from the beginning.
The flames of war broke out. Gongziyu smiled softly and followed closely. In this game, the war started and spread to the whole world. There are still few moves and the board is too large for both sides to make precise calculations. But judging from this situation, Mr. Yang has the upper hand.
Mr. Yang, the national player, is good at using chaos to create chaos. It is precisely because of this that the last thing any chess player in the world wants to do is play against Mr. Yang.
Faced with this chaotic battle, Gongziyu began to lose his sight. Fight with attack.
On the chessboard, the battle is even more intense and it is already in the middle stage. The pattern in the central region has been decided, and the war begins to spread to all directions.
Even Emperor Zhou was shocked to see this chaotic battle. He stood up from the dragon chair, walked to the chessboard, and watched the game.
At this moment, the chessboard is no longer a chessboard, but the chaotic sky.
Mr. Yang was sweating profusely, but Gongziyu's face remained extremely calm.
At this moment, Gong Ziyu made a clever move and pointed at the upper corner, sealing the path of Bai Zi at the upper corner. Mr. Yang had no choice but to abandon this territory and start fighting below.
Time passed, and in the end, the young master defeated the second son in this game.
Mr. Yang wiped his cold sweat, thought for a while, and said: "I am completely convinced."
He knew that the man in white didn't want him to lose ugly. So I want to do it secretly. But even so, it still made it difficult for him.
"It was the old gentleman who gave in to me, otherwise the younger generation would not have been able to win." Gongziyu shook his head and said politely.
"Good chess!" At this moment, Emperor Zhou spoke.
"Whether it's Mr. Yang's concession or not, you can reach this point with Mr. Yang. Your chess skills are already advanced. After Mr. Yang retires from the chess world, you will undoubtedly be the next generation of national players."
Gongziyu smiled and said, "What about this marriage?"
Emperor Zhou thought for a while and said: "Zhiruo still has to agree to this matter. But don't worry, I will definitely say a few nice words for you in front of her."
"Your Majesty, then the marriage is settled." The Crown Prince smiled and said: "Your Majesty! In fact, Emperor Mingyue specifically asked an old minister to be the matchmaker for her to propose marriage. My nephew My son has been in love with Emperor Mingyue for a long time. After all, Emperor Ji is the daughter of the family, so I am embarrassed to speak to you. Then Emperor Mingyue is waiting outside the palace."
Emperor Zhou was stunned when he heard this and said, "Is this really true?"
The Crown Prince and Grand Master bowed and said loudly: "I dare not deceive the Holy Lord! Your Majesty summons Mingyue Emperor and you will know the truth."
Emperor Zhou thought for a moment and said, "Then I will summon Zhiruo into the palace. If this is what she wishes in her heart, I will agree to it."
Emperor Mingyue walked into the palace and saw clearly the face of the man in white. This was also the first time she saw Gongziyu's face completely.
For some reason, when Emperor Mingyue saw Gongziyu again, her jade face couldn't help but blush.
"Zhiruo has met Father, please agree." Mingyue Emperor Ji saluted and spoke softly.
In Prince Ning's mansion, the sound of cracking porcelain kept ringing.
"Trash! More than a thousand martial arts masters and two powerful people from the Tianji Ranking personally took action and actually let Zhou Wei return to the capital!"
"His Royal Highness Prince Ning! Prince Jing has been prepared for this time. Kaishan Jian and Huang Buqun are also dead. I am afraid that Prince Jing may have more than one strong person on the Tianji Ranking beside him."
"It seems that I am going to Ba Dao Villa." Prince Ning was extremely angry.
At this moment, a voice sounded outside the house.
"Your Highness Prince Ning, someone wants to see you!"
"No!" Prince Ning scolded him, but immediately said, "Wait a minute! Who wants to see me?"
The man outside the room replied: "I don't know, but there is a man next to that man who is very strong in martial arts. Even the old slave is no match for him. He is already in the palace. The man wants the old slave to tell you that when the nine days are coming, if His Highness does not want this. The position of crown prince is definitely gone."
"Jiutian?" Prince Ning frowned, suddenly thought of something, his body suddenly shook, and then he was ecstatic.
"Invite that person in quickly! No! I will greet him personally." Prince Ning glanced at the woman beside him and said, "Shameruo, pack up the study quickly. I will come back as soon as I go."
When Prince Jing came to the front yard, he saw two men.
A man was wearing gray clothes and had black hair. But under the black hair, there was an extremely wrinkled face. The other man is a handsome young man wearing a golden robe. Behind this young man is a big sword.
The young man is thin and has a small smile. Standing behind the man in gray, his whole body exudes a mountain of power.
"Master!" Prince Ning thought to himself when he saw this young man. With this momentum, he is undoubtedly a first-class master.
It's just that the man in gray looks really ordinary. But that young man was obviously the guard in gray clothes.
Prince Ning thought for a moment, and although he already had a guess in his mind, he smiled, clasped his fists, and said, "I wonder who these two friends are?"
The young man was the first to speak: "One god, two saints and three demons. This young master is one of the two saints, the Taoist saint. This gentleman is Jiutian."
The man with a face full of withered skin said: "I am the Lord Zhu Tianjun of Southwest Jiutian."
Emperor Zhou personally granted the marriage, and three days later, there was the grandest wedding in Kyoto.
Even Tianji Pavilion sent congratulatory gifts, and Li Fujia, the leader of Tianji Pavilion, even gave out a million taels of gold to congratulate him.
This wedding, after all, was the wedding of Zhou Zhiruo, the beauty number one, and it shocked the entire world.
Some people expressed dissatisfaction with this wedding. The beauty ranked first and the son ranked first. Gongziyu and Zhou Zhiruo have always been a favorite story among people.
But the number one beauty actually chose someone else. This makes people all over the world sad.
This wedding was, after all, the wedding of the nephew of the Crown Prince, Grand Master Li Shi, and Princess Mingyue, and all the civil and military officials in the court came to congratulate them.
At night, after drinking, the bridal chamber is full of flowers and candles.
Gongziyu stopped in front of the wedding room, stood under the eaves and looked up at the bright starry sky, feeling a little melancholy, and then laughed again.
Gongziyu opened the door and walked into the house. When he walks into this room, there will be an undercurrent in Kyoto. The pattern of the Zhou Dynasty will begin to change this week.
Inside the house, the woman was wearing red clothes and a red veil.
Gongziyu came to her and lifted up the red gauze with a jade pole, revealing his stunning face. Under that red makeup, it’s so touching.
Whether it was the warm candlelight or the red makeup, Emperor Mingyue's face was red with shame.
"Jade Master"
Mingyue Diji thought for a while and finally just said this word. In her mind, all she could think about was the wedding.
Although she is now twenty-three years old. At this age, other women have already taken care of their husbands and raised children. It's just that she is the Mingyue Emperor and has a very high vision, so she has never found the one she loves.
As early as she was ignorant of this matter of men and women, Emperor Mingyue would have been thinking about what her husband would be like in the future, and whether it would be like what was written in the book, where the two of them would respect each other as guests and grow old together.
Emperor Mingyue was still very grateful to Emperor Zhou for being able to rule the world, otherwise she would have become a victim of political marriage in the previous dynasty with her beauty. During the previous dynasty, how many empresses married princes from other countries?
Because of this, Emperor Mingyue waited for this person.
Gongziyu smiled slightly and said frivolously: "I am already your husband, please call me husband."
After hearing this, Emperor Mingyue's face turned even redder, as if she was about to bleed. She hesitated and finally murmured.
"Ms. sir~"
Gongziyu nodded and said softly: "Madam."
This night is destined to be a sleepless night. The floating candlelight, the shaking sound of the bed, and the shameful woman's breathing. In the ears of Gongziyu, a master of music, it is naturally the most beautiful music in the world.
Zhou Zhiruo felt the soreness and numbness all over her body and the confusion of emotions. She slowly closed her eyes and began to relax her mind, catering to the man who was moving in and out of her body.
Hong Hua fell off the bed, but she didn't feel any pain, nor did she feel any disgust or discomfort. Instead, she fell into a gentle dream.
At this moment, she was like a scabbard, and the man on her body was the peerless sword that she had been waiting for.
The sword and the scabbard naturally fit perfectly.
At the third watch of the night, the young master was in his study, lying on a bamboo couch and looking at the book in his hand.
At this moment, a dark shadow appeared on the window paper outside the house.
Gongziyu's narrowed eyes slowly opened, but his eyes never moved away from the scroll in his hand.
There was a creak outside the door, and a tall figure walked in slowly.
"Young Pavilion Master!"
This tall man is the Blood Demon, one of the Three Demons and Five Swords.
Gongziyu nodded, stood up and sat down. He said, "Is it done?"
The Blood Demon nodded and said: "Southwestern Zhu Tianjun has contacted Prince Ning."
The corners of Gongziyu's mouth were slightly raised, with a strong smile. Said: "Mr. Zhu Tianjun of Southwest. What about Lord Haotian?"
The blood demon threw the black cloth in his hand to the ground, and a grunting sound suddenly sounded, and a big head rolled down.
"If you win one of the Nine Heavens, you will win the world. Yang Xiao, Yang Xiao, the previous generation of Lord Haotian has long recognized you as the next generation of Lord Haotian. It's a pity that you took action one step ahead. If it had been a few days later, you would have been waiting for the name of Nine Heavens. Based on this experience, your name as Haotian is justifiable, and so many people would not have died during the chaos in Zhou Dynasty."
"After all, Lord Haotian is the person behind Emperor Zhou. Now that he is dead, I'm afraid he will be disturbed." The Blood Demon thought for a while and said.
"The Lord Youtian of the Northwest has come to the capital of the Zhou Dynasty in my name, and he must be in the capital now. With his skill of disguise, no one in the world can see through it. His military theory is better than that of Yang Xiao, so he Let him take over the identity of Lord Haotian.
As he finished speaking, a figure walked in outside the door. The man's appearance was exactly the same as the head on the ground. It's like it's reflected in a mirror.
The man walked up to the head, reached out, took out a porcelain gun, and poured out some medicinal powder. The head instantly turned into a pool of red water under the powder.
When the Blood Demon saw this person coming, he twitched his lips slightly, cupped his fists and said, "Young Pavilion Master, since Lord Youtian has arrived, I would like to take my leave!"
After the blood demon left, Northwest Youtianjun walked up to Gongziyu, his eyes full of resentment.
"Congratulations to the young master on your marriage to the most beautiful woman." Northwest Youtianjun looks like a middle-aged man with gray hair at the moment, but his voice is as beautiful as a woman's.
"Thank you!" Gongziyu chuckled and sat on the bamboo raft again.
"Sir, how does Mingyue Diji taste? Doesn't it have a unique flavor?" The Northwest Youtianjun walked up to Gongziyu and actually lay in his arms.
Gongziyu felt the softness in his arms, shook his head and said with a smile: "Stop, I am a married man now."
No one would have thought that the Northwest Youtian Lord among the Nine Heavens would actually be Yun Jiuzhi, the seventh one on the beauty list.
