Advise Qingshan

Five years later, Spring Hill Town.

The teahouse was full of voices, and the storyteller slapped the wood, his tone was passionate, and he was talking about the story of the fairy king cutting the sky and casting a sword, and performing the nine palaces and eight trigrams on the Wendao stage to kill evil and eliminate demons.

When the sermon was exciting, the storyteller frequently slapped the table, and the audience was mesmerized and sighed endlessly.

Xiao Er wiped the table. He had heard the story of Mr. Storyteller hundreds of times, and his ears were callused. He tidied up the teacups in boredom, and glanced outside the door, hoping that the two guests would relieve their boredom.

Perhaps his sincerity moved the heavens, the curtain at the door suddenly moved, and two good-looking men walked in.

How pretty is it?Xiao Er thought: "The empresses in the palace are not so good-looking."

The first spring rain had just fallen in Chunshan, and both of them held their sleeves wet.One of them was wearing purple clothes, wearing sapphire around his waist, with a smile on his face, the other was wearing a snow-white Taoist uniform and a black robe outside, looking quite cold.

Among them, the smiling one is holding a bunch of newly bloomed peach blossoms. The peach blossoms in early spring are still in bud, and the light red is lining the ears and temples of that person. Xiaoer stands beside her, her eyes are straight.

Xiao Er thought to himself: "It is only such a beautiful flower that deserves such a beautiful young master."

But the good-looking young man fiddled with the petals and said, "The flowers are very fresh. We will use them to stew pig's trotters at night, and the rest will be ready for wine making."

Looking at the very cold one, he said: "Then I need to buy salt later, the kitchen is gone."

——How can such a fairy character be so down-to-earth?

Under Xiaoer's stunned gaze, they threw away two taels of silver, Shi Shiran went to the private room, and when he heard the storyteller's movement, Zi Yi turned his head and pointed, and asked with great interest: "What story is this talking about? "

Xiaoer was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Hey, they are all market stories, they are nonsensical, and they are about the stories of Chongning Xianjun."

He scratched his head: "This story is too outrageous. I have been to Jiangchuan, and I heard that Daotai has collapsed a long time ago. Now it is all fake. How can I let the sword king kill evil and demons?"

"Yeah, I also think it's outrageous." Ziyi smiled and said, "Please serve me a pot of Mingqian Longjing."

The book in the audience is talking about the climax, and the crowd is passionate. People drag their stools and lean forward, eager to put their ears in front of the storyteller, only to hear another slap, and the storyteller officially ends: "Therefore, the immortal monarch stabbed out with a sword, piercing through thousands, and the evil spirit was nailed to death on the Wendao platform."

The audience applauded.

The applause was sparse for a long time, and finally stopped. People were dragging the chairs back in a hurry, and a child suddenly asked: "But sir, the story is not over yet."

He snapped his fingers: "Xianjun made countless swords in the world, and used the swords of other monks, so did he return them?"

So the person who had just dragged the chair away dragged it back with a bang.

The storyteller bent down and rubbed the child's head: "If it was you, would you return it?"

The child thought for a while: "Give it back, they will be sad about other people's swords."

The audience burst into laughter.

The storyteller then asked loudly, "Where are you here? If you were immortal kings, would you pay it back?"

"No!" The servants shouted, and the discussion started.

"Xianjun will definitely not return it, it was made by him."

"No, this weapon is so powerful, Xianjun saved their lives, so it is right to give it to Xianjun."

"Yes, yes, they won't be able to use it well if you go back, and it will only work if you give it to Xianjun."

The child had a soft bun face: "But, but..."

"Go home and find your mother."

"Kids don't come to listen to books, the world of adults is not suitable for you!"

They laughed.

"Stop, listen to me." The storyteller knocked on the table: "The elders of Duanxiu, you also think so, but their weapons are also hard-earned, and they are not willing to lose them like this. So they gathered in I heard that under the platform, I was waiting for Ai Ai, but I didn't dare to speak, so I looked at Xianjun eagerly."

At this point, the gentleman stopped, blinked, and closed his eyes: "An aside, do you know what is the most famous line of Chongning Xianjun's poem?"

The audience looked at each other in blank dismay.

Mr. knocked on the folding fan, "It's 'The world doesn't know me, so drink to persuade Qingshan'."

He clicked his tongue and scolded: "It is because there are too many people like you that Xianjun will say 'the world does not know'. If Xianjun cares so much about these things, he will not be Xianjun."

He knocked on Xingmu: "The correct ending is that Xianjun looked at the black crowd under the stage, suddenly laughed loudly, and said: "Everything in the world has its own owner, and the dog is not mine. And don't take it, go, go, go.' After finishing speaking, he waved his wide sleeves, but saw thousands of silver lights falling down like meteors breaking through the night, and then, there was another crisp sound, and everyone bowed their heads Go and see-"

The storyteller dragged his tone: "Wan Jian has returned to its sheath."

He raised the green tea and drank it down: "Then, Elder Xuesong raised his long sword and flew away through the air. Xianjun slipped on his shoes and sat on the hilt of the sword. Although there are thousands of monks in the audience, they have different orthodoxy. The races are different, there is no room for kneeling down, not daring to look up, the fairy laughed again, so he held the sword and the magazine, hit the festival and sang, the song said..."

The song says:

There is no need to read the rumors in the world, it is not as good as persuading Qingshan with wine,

First pour down the spring for thousands of feet, and then feast on Jiangchuan Baizhang pass.

Huang Lao attends Kai Xinghan, Ziwei turns to fight against Tianguan,

Right and wrong, bad reputation and good reputation are all mine, which posterity will talk about merits and demerits?

The storyteller's voice was loud and loud, and in a trance, there seemed to be an immortal standing in front of the wind, holding a cup to toast, and asked with a smile: "Which posterity will talk about the merits and demerits?"

There was silence all around.

At this time, in the private room on the second floor, the young man in purple closed the window with a bang and began to grab the ground with his head.

Ye Zhuo raised his forehead: "Who wrote it down and spread it widely?"

Xianjun likes to be arty and elegant, and he has nothing to say when he has nothing to do, but he is also very self-aware. In terms of poetry level, he and Ji Guangyu are one hundred Wendaotai and one million Wenmanta, and it is estimated that he is the most and Qianlong flat.That was horrible. In this situation, Ye Zhuo had the illusion of looking back at the dark history of his childhood. He rolled into Wen Xing's arms: "Whoever spread the word, hurt me!"

Xianjun's tofu is getting easier and easier to eat.

Wen Xing supported him, and the provincial immortal rolled down, snickering: "No, it's actually pretty good."

Ye Zhuo likes his smile, and the little elder has been laughing more and more recently, the lying silkworm under his eyes is so cute, it makes the fairy heart flutter, and he always wants to tease him.

"Okay." Ye Zhuo walked around behind the chair, knocked his chin on Wen Xing's shoulder, and said viciously: "You dare to make a joke of your teacher, this is deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors!"

Wen Xing sighed, turned his head, and suddenly gave him a shallow kiss.

chirp.

Rao Xianjun was born with a bad personality, but it was a pity that he took the elder's trick, and he leaned forward to beg for a kiss: "Two more kisses, and the right side also..."

"Cough, cough, cough." Chen Kezhen held a tortoise and stood at the door: "It seems that I came at the wrong time."

Yuan Jun bought a mountain at the gate of Qiushan, and named it Chunshan with a stroke of a pen.He and Ye Zhuo combined together, together with Taling Wendaotai, the two immortals and two spirits formed a mahjong table, and brought Wen Xing, who was average in poker skills, as a substitute, while the stinky chess player, Guan Guan, was kicked out of the team.

——But he and Qing Wan are wandering around the world, so they don't really care.

On the day when this combination was formed, Chen Kezhen was in high spirits, swiping a large brush and left a calligraphy, writing a line of chic and wild cursive.

——Spring and Autumn Five Tyrants.

Wen Daotai was puzzled, and Chen Kezhen pointed out: "Chunshan, Qiushan, we five domineering people who have shocked the past and present, aren't they the Spring and Autumn Five Tyrants?"

Ta Ling and Ye Zhuo said one after another: "Very good, very good, I admire you." Wen Xingwen Daotai twitched at the corner of his mouth.They looked at Ta Ling, Xianjun, and Yuanjun with horrific faces, and they were vying to put their private seals on the "Spring and Autumn Five Hegemons". Shock.

After Mr. Baimuling knew about this, he resolutely chose to move.

He also took his apprentices and bought a mountain next to the Spring and Autumn Mountains, named it 'Warring States', and formed a brand-new combination with the first five Harpys - the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period.

Of course, this is a story.

At this time, Mr. Yuan Jun had just spent money, the land deed had not yet been completed, and he needed to buy various furniture, he was very busy, and it was still raining today, so it was rare that he had the leisure to come to the teahouse to listen to books.

He put the water jar on the table: "Ye Zhuo, I passed on your poem."

Ye Zhuo: "???"

He rolled up his sleeves: "Speak clearly to me."

Chen Kezhen said: "I can't help it. I'm a great Confucian. The gentleman downstairs gave me the manuscript and asked me to polish it. I will help him write it."

He sighed: "His retouching fee is very high."

Ye Zhuo stared at him dumbfounded, Yuan Jun was holding a posture of light and wind, moon and moon, white wind and clear, and he was speechless for a while when he said something that was not good.

Chen Kezhen was in high spirits: "I'll tell you the truth, I'm very good at telling stories. When I was in Jiangchuan, I often wrote story books and made a lot of money."

"Hey, I don't know if you've heard of it. Chongning Xianjun has a series of story books about 28 concubines. It was specified by the brothel, and the title has been set. The story books I wrote were very popular at the time, and they also found me, so you The fourth, seventh, thirteenth and twenty-first concubines were all arranged by me."

Ye Zhuo shot the case.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited." Chen Kezhen surrendered: "I didn't know who you were at the time."

He tapped between Wen Xing and Ye Ju with his chopsticks: "Give me a chance to make amends, the desolate Xianjun and his high-level apprentice, is this a good topic?"

Wen Xing's face turned red.

They chatted wildly, Ye Zhuo went to play with Chen Kezhen's tortoise, poked his shell, and wondered: "Is my crow's mouth so accurate? Is it really a tortoise?"

Chen Kezhen sighed: "The tortoise is still fine, at least it's not a cockroach."

He said melancholy: "I've done my calculations, and I'll have to deal with it later. Caterpillars, butterflies, cats, dogs, everything."

Ye Zhuo said: "After all, he killed so many people, God is the Lord, this still has to be paid back."

Xianjun poked the turtle over and suggested irresponsibly: "Why don't you help him reincarnate quickly, for example, we stew this turtle now..."

—and then he was bitten by a turtle.

Ye Zhuo hugged his fingers: "Ah, it hurts! It hurts!"

When Xianjun broke his finger in the cold prison, he didn't even blink his eyes. He pretended to be exaggerated to death, but unfortunately the elder cared about him, so he rushed up and grabbed Ye Zhu's finger to see it. Jun pressed his head and kissed him until his whole body was blissful.

Chen Kezhen turned his face away: "It's a crime, please forgive me, an old man who just got rid of it just now?"

Ye Zhuo threw the water jar into his arms.

Then the sun went down, and they each went back home. Ye Zhuo pulled the petals off the peach branches, dried them and ground them into powder, poured them densely into boiling soup, Wen Xing sprinkled a handful of fine salt, and picked them up from the hands of Xianjun. Passing the cattail fan, the two watched the white smoke rising from the casserole together and smelled the rich fragrance.Outside the house, separated by sparse bamboo shadows, the moon rises quietly.

Peach blossoms make new wine, green bamboo waits for the evening breeze.

It's going to be a long, good life.

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Chapter 104

When the Seventh Prince Qingwan was born, the memorials of all the officials to congratulate him were as high as two people.

But at that time, he was not called by that name, his name was Qing Wan.

Qing is the character generation, while Wan is specially selected. The reigning emperor and empress were young couples, and they were very affectionate.It's a pity that the queen was lingering in bed, and hadn't given birth to a child for more than [-] years. Fortunately, with the blessing of heaven, when the two of them were middle-aged, they finally had this child, whom they loved very much.Legend has it that they searched all over the eminent monks, overturned hundreds of proposals, and finally settled on the name of the little prince.

According to historical records, during the hundred-day banquet of the prince of Qing and Anhui, His Majesty held a banquet in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony. A total of 64 dancers danced lightly. There is no precedent for the rest of the dynasties.

Therefore, all civil and military officials know that when this young His Royal Highness grows up, he should be the crown prince of my court, and then he will take over the throne from his father and sit in the highest position in the Hall of Supreme Harmony. On, in charge of life and death in the world.

The emperor never concealed his love for his son-in-law. When he was six years old, he named Chen Kezhen, a great Confucian in the dynasty, the crown prince and Taifu.Mr. Chen liked this bright student very much. Qingwan followed him to study Confucian classics and literature, and was very happy every day. He ran out of the palace several times and asked Chen Kezhen for advice with a book.

When Chen Kezhen told him, he fanned his husband beside him, showing two small canine teeth, and said with a smile: "Well, what you said is right!"

Everyone at that time congratulated Mr. Chen, saying that he was so loved by the crown prince, and that after time, he would receive the gift of Jiuxi, and he would be an extremely human minister, but Chen Kezhen kept shaking his head without saying a word.

He didn't tell anyone. He made a fortune as early as when the little prince was born.The result is that this male and female prince not only does not have the air of an emperor, on the contrary, his hexagram refers to an extremely simple, only four words - the jewel in the palm.

If a woman has such a hexagram, it is of course very good, but if it is placed on a prince, there is only one explanation for this hexagram, that is, Qingwan must be restricted by others for life, cannot escape, and is just a plaything in the palm of his hand.

--A prophecy.

When Qingwan was seven years old, the four princes recommended a capable person. The Taoist priest named Shi Yiqing was good at alchemy and Taoism. He cured the empress's chronic illness for many years, and was soon appreciated by the empress. Extremely minister.

However, within half a year, the emperors and empresses died suddenly one after another.

With the support of Shi Yiqing, the fourth prince inherited the Datong, ascended to the Ninth Five-Year Plan, and the country changed hands from then on.

Under the pressure of all parties, Chen Kezhen wrote a letter to beg for the bones. In January of the same year, he resigned from office and returned to his hometown. Since then, he has lived in Jiangchuan and lived in seclusion.

Before leaving, he called Qing Wan to him and warned him: "There is a way to keep you alive, but you may suffer some humiliation, are you willing?"

Qingwan Zaohui, although he doesn't know why, all of a sudden, the courtiers who praised him began to insult him in various ways, and the court ladies who loved him began to withhold his food and charcoal, and when he woke up in the middle of the night, he cried and asked for an extra quilt At that time, the kind-faced little eunuch pinched his face and kicked his knees: "You unlucky master deserves to freeze to death." But he believed that Mr. Chen would not harm him.

Chen Kezhen gave him a box of rouge.

It was the best fresh flower juice, dyed with cinnabar. Qingwan saw it on the dressing table of the empress, and put it with Dailuozidai from Yuanshan. At that time, he wanted to play, but his mother smiled and pushed him away. The empress touched it. Looking at his face, she knelt down to straighten his clothes for him, and said softly: "My Wanwan is going to be in the Ninth Five-Year Plan, you are going to learn "Tongjian Jieyao" and "Shangshu", and you will take the world as your master in the future." Play on the chessboard, don't play with these powdery things."

So Qingwan turned around every step and went to study with Mr. Chen.

So he never knew that he was allergic to cinnabar.

The fourth prince of the day... oh no, it should be His Majesty.His Majesty held a banquet at the Chongming Palace, and Qing Wan entered the arena wearing bright red rouge, grinning and rubbing against His Majesty's breasts, and coquettishly with him: "Fourth Brother, Fourth Brother, do you think I look good? The Queen Mother never let me touch it." , but it looks good."

The surprise between the emperor's brows flashed, and then he smiled and said, "Do you like Wanwan?"

Qing Wan was so itchy that she wanted to scratch her face, a large rash lay dormant under the thick makeup.But he was innocent on the surface, his smiling eyes were gone, and he nodded heavily: "Well, Wan Wan likes it so much!"

The emperor rubbed his head lovingly, and said: "Then you change your name, don't call it Qingwan, call it Qingwan, this name suits your rouge better, okay?"

These words seemed to hit something, Qing Wan unreasonably remembered the time when he was eating with his parents, and asked about the origin of the name, his mother did the same, lovingly rubbing his head: "This, it is your father who sent someone I traveled all over the famous mountains and great rivers, and begged for your name. It is a name blessed by an expert, who can bless my Anhui and Wanping to be safe, happy and carefree all the time.”

The spoiled little prince never knew that tears could come so fiercely.

It's just that when he was abusive, my father wanted to hug him up to coax him. The queen mother would pinch my father's ears and ask who bullied my Wanwan family.

But this time he cried, no one will come to coax him again.

So he smiled: "Okay, thank you fourth brother."

After this night, everyone in the world knew that the former Crown Prince Qing Wan was a heartless waste, his father, queen and empress had just passed away, but he only cared about having fun with makeup, and this kind of person was no longer a threat to the throne.So the emperor was happy to sing with him, and won a good reputation for benevolence.

Since then, Qingwan has completely become a prop for the emperor to act as a brother and brother, and has become a jewel in the palm of the empire, showing benevolence and filial piety to the people of the world.

After the fourth prince ascended the throne, that Shi Yi Qing Guoshi became more and more obsessed, and he only came back once in a few years.The first time Qingwan saw him was on his 14th birthday.

In order to demonstrate to the world His Majesty's generosity to his younger brother, Qingwan's birthday banquets are always specially organized. The floats drove him from Shenwumen to Nanhuamen. , The rouge eyebrow pencil outlined his face in an unusually mature way.He leaned on the frame of the car bored, looking at the bustling people below, listening to their discussions.

"This is the princess? She looks so beautiful."

"Princess, that fart, that ex-prince Qingwan, that trash who put on makeup before the national funeral."

"Bah, bah, bah, shameless thing, a good man insists on acting like this."

"It's a good thing that the current sage is enthroned. If the world falls into his hands, I don't know how much it will be ruined!"

The guard drew his sword and asked, "Master, did I kill him?"

Qing Wan didn't even change her posture, and said lazily: "Let him talk."

He thought to himself: "That's the way it is, why don't others say it?"

It's strange to say that he is wearing heavy makeup now, but he doesn't feel his face itching anymore, and he doesn't know if his skin has already gotten used to it from the day-to-day training, or if his skin is so thick that it is invulnerable to all poisons, and even The rouge has become his second skin, and he feels uncomfortable without it, as if he is a complete person after touching these powders.

When the frame came near the Nanhua Gate, he saw a person standing on it from a distance.

The prince is traveling, and the people avoid it. This frame is going to pass under the Nanhua Gate, so no one can stand on the Nanhua Gate today, or the royal family will be trampled underfoot.But this person is holding a child, wearing ordinary clothes, looking at the market from a distance, and has no intention of walking away.

So Qingwan stretched out her hand and nodded: "Who is this?"

The waiter stepped forward and said respectfully: "This is the Master of the State Teacher. He just came back yesterday."

Qing Wan was taken aback for a moment, almost unable to suppress the monstrous hatred.

At this time, Shi Yi lowered his head, Shi Shiran glanced at him, with a smile on his face, but it made people's hair stand on end for no reason.Qing Wan was clearly wrapped in layers of fine clothes, but she seemed to be naked in the ice and snow. He was almost out of breath from that oppressive look. He had no doubt that this national teacher had already understood all his thoughts.

——In his position, if the emperor knew his true thoughts, he would definitely die.

Qing Wan closed her eyes, then opened them again, and Shi Yiqing was gone.

When he returned to the mansion as if he was completely exhausted, he stretched out on the soft couch and gasped for breath, but his servants sent a letter.

That letter came from the national teacher.Different from the usual tightly sealed secret letters, this one didn't even nail the envelope, as if she didn't care about others reading it at all, but when Qingwan opened it, she was almost scared by the contents inside and dropped her hand.

Shi Yiqing said: "Are you Qingwan? It's interesting. Gengu is better than those messy people in the fairy sect. I lack a coolie. Come and be my disciple. You also know that the fourth prince is just me. Yes, if you do well, I'll kill him."

——The person who killed his parents was so arrogant that he not only wanted him, an enemy, to be his disciple, but even threatened to kill the master of the world.What's more, His Majesty is obsessed with this person today, bowing his head and sticking his head to the extreme. It can be said that he is the best dog that can't be used. Now, just because he thinks Qingwan is interesting, he promises to kill the loyal dog. It shows how kind this person is. Cold hearted.

So Qingwan packed her bags and entered the National Teacher's Mansion that night. On the second day, Shi Yiqing took him to the Changzhou Duyue Pavilion, and he knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times to worship Shi Yiqing as his teacher.

And Shi Yiqing is by no means a good teacher.

He and Chen Kezhen are almost the opposite. Chen Kezhen likes to be persuasive. Even if he answers wrong, he never punishes him, but if he answers correctly, he often gets a small reward.Shi Yiqing said that it is his duty to answer correctly, and there must be punishment for wrong answers, maybe three taels of ruler, maybe a day of fasting, once there was a mistake in luck, the punishment was more severe, but after seven days of fasting, He was imprisoned for three days.

Qing Prison is different from ordinary prisons, it is not a small grid, but a deep cave, in which monsters run amok, if you are not careful, you will be caught by these things, and then you will die.Qingwan knew in her heart that if he was entangled, Shi Yiqing would never save him.

However, after all, Tongyou is something that even Shenxuan Gaoxiu can't deal with. Qingwan stayed in it for only half a day before she was entangled.

When those branches crawled forward along the meridians little by little, he was obviously in extreme pain, his breathing was difficult, beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead, and his teeth bit his lower lip with bleeding marks.But subconsciously, he was extremely relaxed, and even had a strange relief.

"Are you going to die? This may be a good ending."

At the moment when he was about to lose consciousness, he saw a sword glow like snow, like the divine light of the fairyland.

So he trembled and opened his eyes slightly.

Standing in front of him was a handsome man.

He has long and narrow phoenix eyes, and his temperament is terrifyingly cold. There are so many fairy elders in Changzhou Duyue Pavilion, but he has never seen a man who is more deserted than this man.The man's eyes are very empty, not the kind of empty, but the kind of baby-like, very pure eyes that have never been contaminated by the world.It was as if he was born to sit high on the cloud platform, and any kind of conspiracy would stain his eyes if it came to him.

——With just one glance, Qing Wan was sure that it was a god who was completely different from a filthy person like him.

He thought: "Is this an immortal who is not stained with mortal food and drinks dew, and comes to take care of him after he dies?"

"If the bull's head and horse's face were so good-looking, who in the world would be afraid of death?"

But immediately, he became a little worried again, Qingwan touched her face, and said in her heart: "In front of this kind of fairy, I should put on a layer of rouge."

——so that his face, which was covered with sweat and tears, and mottled with clotted rouge and face powder, would not be so ugly and glaring.

But the immortal withdrew his sword, knelt down in front of him, and looked at his miserable face very calmly, without any suspicion or disdain.

The god asked, "Are you allergic to rouge?"

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It should have been inserted/in the main thread, but it was not inserted/in, so let's put it in a side story.