Quick Pass: Green Tea Strategy

Lu Zicha thought, he is not stupid, how could he hurt himself with a dagger.

Not to mention anything else, just his cheating tricks made his martial arts advance by leaps and bounds, and it's a small case for him to fly over eaves and walls.

It's not Lu Zicha blowing, he estimates that his current martial arts attainments can be regarded as top-notch in the world.

Well, it is indeed a bit of an exaggeration to say that it is first-class, but his alertness is still there, and Yan Fengyang's worries are completely superfluous.

So, he happily accepted the dagger that Yan Fengyang gave him: "Thank you, General! You are so kind to me, General. I really like this dagger. I am so happy. Maybe I will be excited tonight." Can't sleep anymore."

Seeing Lu Zicha's childlike disposition, who was so happy every day, Yan Fengyang felt that he was so indifferent that he couldn't hold back his face.

Yan Fengyang shook his head secretly, thinking: This little fool is just a dagger, and he actually made him so happy.

After returning to the study, not long after, the housekeeper hurried over again.

The uncle housekeeper stood at the door and sent a message: "General, His Highness the Third Highness came to see the general, and said that he came to personally deliver the post for the annual poetry ceremony in Kyoto to the general."

The annual Kyoto Poetry Festival, this is the key point of the plot!

Quanguo attaches great importance to literati, and this year's poetry fair is a grand gathering for literati.

As for the time of this poetry meeting, it happened to be one month after the Longevity Festival to celebrate the emperor's birthday this year.

This poetry meeting was originally organized by the Gao family, but now that the second prince has been demoted, Prime Minister Gao committed suicide by taking poison, Concubine Gao was imprisoned, and the rest of the Gao family were exiled, so the poetry meeting has naturally been replaced.

Today, there are a total of five princes in the Holy Majesty. The eldest prince is still in the frontier, and none of them can return to the capital for ten or eight years;

The fifth prince is only three years old now, and he suffered from a serious illness with a high fever when he was a child, so far he still can't speak.

In the end, only the third prince was left. Although he was a bit stupid, he was more or less appropriate.

The emperor's mood towards Huang Chi's son was very delicate, on the one hand he really didn't like Huang Chi's stupidity;

On the one hand, he felt that Huang Chi's son was not very scheming and easy to control.

In the end, after going round and round, the matter of the Kyoto Poetry Fair still fell on Huang Chi's head.

After bringing down Huang Bin, the disguise of the third prince Huang Chi gradually decreased. Gradually, he stopped pretending to be crazy in front of the courtiers, and began to show his edge slowly.

In the original plot, it was at this poetry conference that Yan Fengyang read the poems written by Huang Chi and was attracted by his poetic talent. Progress came by leaps and bounds.

Thinking of this, Lu Zicha couldn't help curling his lips secretly, thinking: Big pig's trotters, you can taste them when you read poems, and you can fall in love with others just by reading poems.

As long as he thinks about it, Lu Zicha can definitely come up with three hundred Tang poems, and he can memorize poems of any subject.

He has a 5000-year history in the majestic Huaguo, and the poems written by poets, poets, gods, poets and ghosts, if you just take a poem, it can't compare to the talent of an ancient man in Huangchi?

Yan Fengyang didn't have the ability to read minds, so naturally he didn't know Lu Zicha's thoughts. He pondered for a while and said, "The Third Highness has been living in the outer courtyard of the General's Mansion, and I haven't visited once. It's a bit bad, since His Highness the Third Highness is visiting in person today, I will naturally go to see him."

Yan Fengyang glanced at Lu Zicha, and said: "Lu Zicha, help me go to the room and get the little quilt that I usually cover my legs. I'll see His Highness later, I have to cover this sick leg with a quilt."

"Yes, General, I'll go get it now."

Lu Zicha immediately walked quickly from the martial arts hall to the main room. He had just picked up the brocade quilt from the bed when he unexpectedly noticed that the bed was a little uneven.

Thinking of the Tiger Talisman that was later searched in the General's Mansion, Lu Zicha lifted up the quilt obsessively, and found that there was a mechanism under the ground.

It was a rectangular hidden grid, and Lu Zicha could be sure that the tiger talisman found must be hidden in this hidden grid.

Sensing some noise outside, Lu Zicha hurriedly remade the bed, smoothed all the creases on the bed, and then picked up the brocade quilt and hurried out.

Not long after he went out, he saw Yan Fengyang who had come out of the martial arts hall and was pushing a wheelchair in the back garden by himself.

Seeing Yan Fengyang, Lu Zicha hurriedly stepped forward and covered the brocade quilt on his lap: "General, let me push it for you."

"Well, after having you, now I can't figure out this wheelchair myself."

Hearing Yan Fengyang's words, Lu Zicha couldn't help complaining in his heart.

This statement is too false, under the control of Yan Fengyang, the speed of this wheelchair is comparable to that of an electric car. That day, the speed was so slow that Lu Zicha often suspected that the thing he was sitting on was not a wheelchair, but an electric scooter.

Pushing Yan Fengyang across the courtyard and turning to the hall, Lu Zicha saw Huang Chi in a dark purple robe sitting on a chair at a glance, and a small pear-blossom table was placed in front of him at some point. There are a bunch of fresh fruits on the table, many of which are rare and out of season.

Seeing Yan Fengyang approaching, Huang Chi waved his hand at him: "General Yan, these are the fruits that I have tried to find. They are all rare things. I think the general will have to wait a long time to eat them, so I send them to you." Come here."

"Your Highness the Third Highness is bothering you..." Yan Fengyang said indifferently, "It's just that your Highness should have someone take these rare fruits back. I'm a rough person and I'm not very interested in eating."

Hearing his words, Huang Chi quickly shook his head: "How can I do that? How can I justify taking back the gift I gave?"

Huang Chi said so, and threw a round grape into his mouth: "This bunch of grapes is not for the general, general, please don't misunderstand."

He raised his eyes, Shu Er and Lu Zicha's slightly amber eyes met, he glanced at Lu Zicha without any trace, and then swallowed the peeled grape, the grape juice flowed down his The corners of his mouth dripped slightly, and he wiped it with a handkerchief indifferently.

The look at that moment made Lu Zicha feel that the person in front of him was a little crazy, and his scalp felt inexplicably numb, so he stopped going to see Huang Chi.

Yan Fengyang seemed to have noticed Huang Chi's gaze, and he frowned: "Your Highness, you came to see me this time, you must not be wandering around, but what's the matter?"

Hearing his direct question, Huang Chi didn't go around in circles anymore, he winked at the guard standing beside him, and the guard put the two greeting cards on the table next to Yan Fengyang: "Yan General, His Majesty has entrusted me with the supervision of the Kyoto Poetry Conference half a month after the Longevity Festival, so naturally His Highness will personally invite the General for such an important event."