The Invincible Art of Oriental Invincibility

Beijing, the study of cabinet minister Wan An.

There was a large lacquered wooden box in front of Wan An, and he walked around the box twice excitedly holding a teacup in his hand, raised his face and asked the housekeeper on the opposite side happily:

"They're all rare books?"

The housekeeper bowed his waist and looked excited:

"The spring/gong rare editions from the Song Dynasty to the present are all here."

Thinking about the things in the box, Wan An felt his mouth dry and his eyes sparkled after drinking a sip of tea:

"Okay, I will send this box to the emperor when I enter the palace tomorrow."

The housekeeper is a little worried:

"My lord, is there anything wrong?"

Wan An glared at the butler:

"What do you know, I know the emperor's mind best, my lord."

The butler repeatedly said yes.

Wan An suddenly remembered what Wan Shi had explained, and hurriedly asked the housekeeper, "Have you done everything I ordered you to do?"

The butler's face became serious:

"I have already sent someone to Taiyuan Mansion, don't worry, master."

The excitement in Wan'an's heart because of the things in the box faded away, and he was still uneasy because of what Wan's confessed.

The butler is the old man beside him, and he can see what he is thinking at a glance:

"My lord, I'm not just talking too much, this is the prince after all, if it is revealed..."

Wan An's frown became tighter and tighter, when he put the tea bowl in his hand on the table, he sighed:

"The emperor doesn't like the prince because the concubine, and we rely on the concubine. After all, the prince will have another concubine, but there is only one concubine, we can't offend..." Wan An paused and explained: "Be quicker, don't let others see .”

The butler nodded:

"Taiyuan Mansion is home to refugees and bandits, so the death of a little prince is nothing."

At midnight, the hustle and bustle in Pingding Prefecture also reached its peak, and the shouts of the people on the main street spread far into the ears of Dongfang Bubai who was still at the helm of Pingding Prefecture.

Honggu, who was waiting beside Dongfang Bubai, saw Dongfang Bubai stopped the movements in his hands and said with a smile:

"The leader should also go out for a stroll. I heard that every Lantern Festival, there will be various performances in Pingding Prefecture, such as walking on stilts and enjoying flower boats."

This time the elders who went down Heimuya together had already gone out to play, but Dongfang Bubai was the only one in the sub-helm.

Dongfang Bubai thought about listening to Hong Gu's words and stood up from his seat.

Hong Gu smiled, beckoned and ordered the maid to hand over a mink fur coat to Dongfang Bubai.

Dongfang Bubai glanced at it and didn't answer it. His current martial arts didn't need a big cloak to keep out the cold, but it would be a burden instead.

"Do you want to prepare a carriage?" Hong Gu asked.

Dongfang Bubai shook his head and went straight out, jumping up with his hands behind his back, and in the night, under the full moon hanging high on the roof, someone was jumping instantly.

The weather in Taiyuan Prefecture was not much warmer than that in Beijing. Zhu Youtang wrapped his cloak tightly and turned around and said to the guards in brocade clothes behind him:

"Go and play by yourself, don't worry about loneliness."

A thousand households headed by them knelt on the ground:

"You can go wherever your highness goes, and the ministers and other personal protection will never disturb your highness."

Looking at the person kneeling in front of him, Zhu Youtang suddenly remembered that he has no celestial power now, he is just an eight-year-old child. This kind of gap made him frown, and raised his hand to order the Qianhu to stand up:

"also may."

After speaking, a team of Jinyiwei clasped their fists and saluted, and quickly blended into the crowd. On the busy street, it seemed that Zhu Youtang was the only one going out to play.

Seeing the disappearance of the group of people, Zhu Youtang couldn't help shaking his head and smiling. Under the illumination of the lantern above his head, he looked around with the flow of the crowd.

I watched some lanterns, and guessed some anagrams. The more I walked around in such a lively festival, the more I felt lonely, and I didn’t want to walk any more. I got into the crowd on both sides of the road at random, and I kept walking back and suddenly felt a wooden thing on my arm.

Turning around to look, it turned out that there was a table under the eaves of the street among the crowd, and some books were placed on the table. A young scholar sat silently on the other side of the table and looked up at Zhu Youtang.

"Sorry." Zhu Youtang took the initiative to apologize.

The scholar stood up: "Young master, you are polite."

Zhu Youtang glanced casually at the books on the table, and raised his eyebrows:

"Legendary script?"

"Yes." The voice was clear.

This kind of voice is like a clear spring in the noisy crowd, which makes people fade away all the irritability. Zhu Youtang suddenly raised his head and looked at the scholar's face in the dark. The scholar's appearance is very ordinary, but his temperament is unique, which makes Zhu Youtang Youtang thought of a sentence for a moment: the rain in the palace of the remnant glow, and the bright air enters the window.

The temperament of the scholar's body is like that after the light rain in the evening, the white mist diffuses into the window casement lightly.

Zhu Youtang lamented that there was nowhere to be found after stepping on the iron shoes, and I am afraid that he would never have thought that this person would be the first to meet him:

"What's your name?" Zhu Youtang asked abruptly and even considered rude, but if you listen carefully, you will find that Zhu Youtang's tone is cheerful.

The scholar was a little surprised, and answered with a good temper:

"Li Sheng."

"Be sure to participate in next year's Spring Festival!" Zhu Youtang said, pulling his hands out of his arms. He had already seen that Li Sheng's life was difficult. He took out the money bag and handed it to Zhu Youtang.

Zhu Youtang handed all the purses to Li Sheng, with serious eyes:

"I think your future is limitless, and you will definitely be able to honor your ancestors when you enter an official career in the future!"

The scholar was taken aback, he had never met anyone before, he took out a bag of silver and handed it to him the first time he saw him, and declined:

"This, I can't accept it."

Zhu Youtang tried his best to get Li Sheng to accept the money to enter Beijing for the national examination next year, while Lu Buping and Elder Yan were wandering on the street.

Lu Buping looked at the mask for a while, bought some food for a while, and accidentally saw Zhu Youtang in the corner, and pulled Elder Yan in doubt:

"Do you think that boy looks like Yang Lianting's little apprentice?"

Elder Yan shifted his gaze from the fireworks that were set off in the middle of the street to the place Lu Buping was pointing at. There was no one else there except a scholar. He glared at Lu Buping and turned his gaze away.

Zhu Youtang was talking with the scholar here, and suddenly his eyes were fixed on the opposite roof, with a sad and happy expression, and then he dropped the money and chased him out.

The brocade guards in the crowd quickly followed.

Zhu Youtang pushed the people who stood in front of him one by one, panting as he stared at the people running farther and farther away under the cold moonlight, and finally couldn't help shouting:

"East!"

Dongfang Bubai, who originally planned to find a place to watch the lantern show under the night, froze, closed his eyes and raised his sleeves to speed up his jumping movements.

In a hurry, Zhu Youtang pulled off the obstructive and heavy cloak on his body and quickened his pace to catch up, but even without extra heavy objects, how could he match Dongfang Bubai's speed.

Panting, she stopped, and was supported by Jin Yiwei who was chasing up from behind.

Someone behind him put a warm cloak on him, and Zhu Youtang, who was bending over and panting, was warmed by the warmth and stimulation from the cloak.

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