It was the night of August 14th in the 24th year of Zhaohua in Ningguo.
It was the night of August 14th in the 39th year of the founding of the State of Wu.
That night, Li Chenan's teacher, Mr. Li Feidao Li Xiaofeng, drank two bottles of wine and composed a poem.
The title of the poem is "Shui Tiao Ge Tou, when will the bright moon come".
The birth of this word was witnessed and copied by a young man named Pan Xiao, and it was deeply remembered in the mind of Miss Xia Hua.
This poem is destined to appear in the human world.
It is destined to shock the world!
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August 15th, the 24th year of Zhaohua.
This day is the real Mid-Autumn Festival.
At dawn that day, Li Chenan and his party said goodbye to Xia Hua.
They left Xilan City and rushed eastward.
Xia Hua was riding her horse and wanted to go east, but she was going to Dongxu City in the southeast.
Watching her husband and his entourage gradually go away, Xia Hua's eyes were full of nostalgia and nostalgia.
She looks forward to seeing her husband again.
I hope to be able to see Mr. drink with my own eyes again and compose that touching and magnificent poem.
Your talent is as vast as the sea!
It was far beyond what Xia Hua could see.
"People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times."
Mr. Wang's words are every word precious and thought-provoking.
Xia Hua withdrew her gaze, looked at the red streak on the horizon, and murmured again: "This matter has never been settled."
Chen'an is no longer in this world, so this person can no longer live long, and we can no longer share the beauty of Chan Juan thousands of miles away!
But the thoughts are still there.
Even if one is in the underworld and the other is in the human world!
She rode away.
Dressed in white clothes.
A head of black hair flowing.
She wanted to rush back to Duke Xia's mansion in Dongxu City as quickly as possible.
It's not that she is eager to see her relatives, but... she wants to compose a song for the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou, When Will the Bright Moon Come" with her own hands, and play and sing it herself.
Play it to him.
Sing to him.
That's all.
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Dongxu City, the capital of Wu State.
Prince's East Palace.
Wu Qian is an extremely self-disciplined prince.
He got up before dawn.
Wearing a plain linen suit, he practiced sword practice for half an hour in the front garden of the East Palace, and practiced boxing and kicking for another half hour.
As before, after taking a bath under the service of the palace maid and having a not-so-luxurious breakfast, he came to his study.
There were some unread memorials on the papers in the study, but he didn't want to look at them at the moment.
He sat in front of the tea table, started to make a pot of tea, and turned to look at a young eunuch standing on one side.
"Xiao Guizi,"
The little eunuch quickly stepped forward and bowed: "Your Highness, this servant is here!"
"Over at Wanlin Academy, how are the preparations for tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival?"
"Back to Your Highness, everything has been prepared. All the famous scholars and talents in Kyoto have been invited."
"According to His Highness's wishes, the Yuejian Academy in Hexi Prefecture will also hold a similar Mid-Autumn Festival literary gathering. Gu Nianxi, the elder of the Imperial Academy, personally went to the Yuejian Academy and brought the three poems judged there to the Imperial Academy."
Wu Qian nodded slightly and sighed deeply, "Go and invite Mr. Yun to this palace."
"Slave, you obey!"
Xiao Guizi bowed and stepped back. Wu Qian poured a cup of tea and sipped it carefully. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and shouted at the screen in the corner:
"Sanlang!"
A young man in black walked out from behind the screen.
The young man carries a sword on his back.
A cold look on his face.
"Sit down and drink tea."
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
Sanlang sat down and sat up straight.
"Where are the Seven Swords of Tianshan today?"
"Back to Your Highness, except for the junior sister, the other six swordsmen have all returned to Tianshan."
"When can Xia Hua arrive in Kyoto?"
Sanlang pondered for three breaths: "Tonight."
Wu Qian's eyes lit up, he put his hands on his knees and leaned back slightly, "In that case, I can invite Xia Hua to enjoy this Mid-Autumn Festival tonight!"
Sanlang raised his eyes and looked at Wu Qian, but he didn't speak.
Over the years, the royal family has shown great kindness to Tianyin Pavilion.
There is certainly a reason for such goodwill, and the reason lies in the royal family's alienation from Xijian Tower.
The royal family's intention is obvious, they want to use Tianyin Pavilion's force to contain Xijian Tower.
The Pavilion Master didn't care too much about this.
As Tianyin Pavilion walks in the world, he must take into account the royal family's orders on the one hand, and safeguard Tianyin Pavilion's interests on the other.
Tianyin Pavilion has a special location, it is on top of Tianshan Mountain.
Tianshan Mountain, on the other hand, is in the north of Wu State. Not only is it far away from Kyoto, it is also far away from the human world.
In order to facilitate things, Tianyin Pavilion has also established its own network of contacts in the world over the years.
Some things are only known within Tianyin Pavilion.
For example, junior sister Xia Hua, she has developed the appearance of a demon.
But the demonic figure that day was Li Chenan!
This is doomed to be wishful thinking on the part of His Royal Highness.
But this news could not be told to the Crown Prince.
At least not yet.
Otherwise... I'm afraid it will bring disaster to Junior Sister or Duke Xia's mansion.
Naturally, Wu Qian didn't know. His face was filled with nostalgia:
"In the blink of an eye, I haven't seen Xia Hua again for ten years..."
Wu Qian looked happy, picked up the tea cup and took another sip, "Ten years ago, we were only five or six years old. I still clearly remember her appearance at that time."
"Well, let's not talk about this anymore. You go to Qiuzhuang and get my name card. Please invite Qiu Jiulou to enter the palace tomorrow. I have something I want to talk to him about."
Saburo was slightly startled.
Qiujiulou is the young master of Xuanwu Hall!
Xuanwu Hall was built by Wu Chang, the third prince, Prince Jade!
His Royal Highness the Prince wants to see Qiu Jiulou privately...
He stood up and bowed his hands: "I'll go right away."
"Um...wait."
"Anything else, Your Highness?"
"When you come back, bring me a piece of bamboo, the thickness of your little finger will do."
Saburo was stunned again, "Okay!"
He turned around and left. Wu Qian stood up, walked back and forth in the study, and stood in front of the window.
The sun is shining brightly outside the window.
The bright sunshine shone on his face through the window lattice.
There was a bright smile on his face.
He stretched out his hands and grabbed the sunlight.
The world on the left, the temple on the right.
Everything must be under the control of this palace!
Mr. Yuan from the Qintian Prison has already measured the auspicious date for his succession. Next autumn is a bit far away, but it will only last a year, so it will be very soon.
After I succeed to the throne, my first priority will be to cut down the vassalage!
Secondly, I also want to implement reforms, but I cannot vigorously develop industry and commerce like Ningguo did.
What a fool!
Li Chenan is dead, how could Wen Boyu be so confused?
Food is the most important thing for the people, and I want to reform the bad land administration... let the clan gentry who have annexed a large amount of land spit out the land of the common people!
Only by returning the land to the people can we demonstrate the mighty imperial grace.
Just when Wu Qian was thinking this, Xiao Guizi walked in with Yun Shuxian.
"Sir, please sit down!"
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
Wu Qian poured a cup of tea for Yun Shuxian, "I wonder if sir, have you heard the news from Xiahe County?"
"Your Highness is talking about the news about Li Chenan's teacher Xiao Li Feidao Li Xiaofeng?"
"Exactly!"
After a pause, Wu Qian frowned slightly, and then said: "Originally, when I heard the news, I didn't take it to heart, but after thinking about it carefully these days, I still feel a little confused."
"What is the confusion, Your Highness?"
"On our trip to Ningguo, we found out everything about Li Chenan's life experience... He has never left Guangling City at all, so how can he come to be such a gentleman who lives in the mountains?"
Yun Shuxian was startled, "Then your Highness thinks...?"
Wu Qian shook his head: "When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. I asked the Chief of Staff to check again."
"This Li Xiaofeng and his wife are from Shuzhou!"
"Li Chenan and Zhongli Ruoshui died on the top of the Western Mountain in Shuzhou!"
"Li Chenan used a flying knife, and Li Xiaofeng also used a flying knife!"
"Li Chenan was originally going to take Zhong Li Ruoshui to the Sword-Cleaning Tower. This Li Xiaofeng took her wife to the Sword-Cleaning Tower as well."
"Li Chenan's poems are the most popular in the world, and the poem "Linjiang Fairy, Rolling Water of the Yangtze River Passing East" written by Li Xiaofeng in Jianghu Xiaotuan... This poem is also the most popular in the world!"
Wu Qian looked up at Yun Shuxian.
Yun Shuxian was shocked: "Your Highness, you mean... Li Xiaofeng is Li Chenan?"
Wu Qian didn't nod or shake his head.
His eyes rolled and he suddenly laughed.
"Whoever he is, kill him!"
