"What's the difference?"

Returning to his "Lizheng Palace", Li Zhi didn't feel sleepy at all.

Looking at the two "Dream-like Orders" in front of me, one was recorded by Kong Yingda, and the other was transcribed by him just now in the Imperial Study Room.

Comparing the two together and making a judgment, although the calligraphy written by Li Zhi shows some skill, it is like a pool of stagnant water, lacking a bit of vitality.

Li Zhi took down his manuscript and stared directly at Kong Yingda's. Under the soft light, he seemed to see white light flashing on every word.

Are your eyes hallucinating again?

Li Zhi hurriedly rubbed his eyes with his hands and could see clearly this time.

"This...this is?——"

It's not an illusion, it's indeed a white light that dances between those thirty-six words.

Sixty-six and thirty-six, the whole "Like a Dream Order" coincides with the number of Tiangang, and by some strange combination of circumstances, Li Zhi is reminded of the "Qin Family Boxing".

As a result, Li Zhi actually started practicing by himself in his dormitory.

"like"--

The woman sat next to him, holding her mouth behind her back, as if she was the same as before, as if she was coming and going.

"Dream"--

If you are awake, you can sit and lie down. The iron horse and the glacier are both real and illusory.

…

"thin"--

The appearance is narrow and barren, the shape is straight and abrupt, and the person looks like a yellow flower.

Li Zhi was completely immersed in it, as if the thirty-six words no longer stayed on the paper, but were arranged orderly in the air.

Li Zhi's eyes were fixed on this "Ru Meng Ling" without blinking, and the thirty-six moves of "Qin Family Fist" in his hand became faster and faster as he practiced them.

At the beginning, every move of the "Qin Family Boxing" could be seen clearly.

After practicing, I could only see a white shadow, which seemed to be competing for victory with the white light on the "Mengru Ling", but they complemented each other.

"What is that? How can it be so dazzling?——"

"It seems to be in the direction of the 'Lizheng Palace'. Could it be that something happened to His Highness King Jin?"

"Let's just stick to our posts. In this palace, it's best not to interfere with matters that shouldn't be involved."

Li Zhi was immersed in his own practice, but he didn't know that his dormitory had been shrouded in a white light, which could be seen from any distance.

However, the two young eunuchs serving in the "Lizheng Palace" were trembling with fear and did not dare to speak out or go to Li Zhi's bedroom.

"It's rare. The heeling and kicking of this set of boxing techniques are pretty good, but the literary spirit contained in the copybook is much worse. They are just low-end methods."

"However, this kid is quite miraculous. He is actually able to 'use martial arts as a literary form', and he has surpassed the 'gentleman' status in a daze, and has directly broken through to that bullshit realm of 'establishing a destiny'?"

"My old man, I'd better help him. I finally found this place to recuperate. I can't just watch him and ruin myself like this..."

If Li Zhi were awake now, he would probably be frightened by this old voice. It's not that this voice is unpleasant, but because this voice actually came from his body?

In an instant, the white light disappeared, and Li Zhi shivered violently, collapsed to the ground gorgeously, and fell asleep.

…

"Pheasant slave, how is Pheasant slave?——"

The next day, after receiving the news, the eldest grandson Wugou, regardless of the queen's dignity, entered the "Lizheng Palace" and ran quickly to Li Zhi's bed.

"Guanyin Maid, don't worry, Pheasant Slave is fine. He must have collapsed from exhaustion while practicing."

Li Shimin hurriedly supported his eldest grandson Wugou. Although she had fewer gas attacks in the past few years, she would still be out of breath every time she encountered something urgent.

"Second brother, don't let the pheasant slave practice kung fu anymore. He already has a 'heavenly leakage body'. Why do you still let him suffer this?"

In the eyes of the mother, no matter how advanced one is in civil and martial arts, it is not as important as her son's safety. What's more, this is an imperial family and there is no need to rely on martial arts to carve out a future.

"Mother, the child is really fine. Maybe he went to bed a little late last night, and my son's body failed to live up to expectations and he fainted. This will not happen again in the future."

"Father, please let the two little eunuchs outside the door go. They are still so young and have never seen much of the world. If they suddenly encounter such a thing, they will inevitably be in a hurry."

Li Zhi fainted in the dormitory, and the two young eunuchs serving him actually waited until dawn before they dared to come in.

Fortunately it's summer. If it's winter, why don't we freeze people and come out?

"Your Majesty, the Queen, Your Highness the King of Jin is getting older now, and with only these two little eunuchs taking care of you, he is inevitably a bit shabby."

"There is a woman in the old minister's house. She is a distant niece of my family. Her name is Changsun Pingting. She is just fourteen years old this year."

"That girl has studied very well since she was a child, but her parents died early. She practiced with a female crown in the mountains a few years ago, and only came to the old minister's house three months ago."

"Why don't you let Pingting come over and serve His Highness Prince Jin? Girls are more attentive after all, and it would be nice to have someone to accompany you on weekdays."

It happened that Changsun Wuji came into the palace for business, and when he heard that Li Zhi had fainted again, he came with Li Shimin. After all, he was Li Zhi's biological uncle, so he was not an outsider.

"Mr. Guanyin, please take care of the arrangements for this matter. According to the convention, this 'Lizheng Palace' should be served by at least four eunuchs and four maids. They were all dismissed by the pheasant slaves themselves before. There is nothing to say this time.

We can no longer rely on his temperament."

Even though among the three legitimate sons, Li Chengqian is the prince, and King Li Tai of Wei is favored by Li Shimin, who would have thought that the one Li Shimin had the highest hopes for was Li Xiaojiu, who is currently lying in bed?

Seeing that Li Shimin was so "arbitrary", Li Zhi didn't know what to say, because he had just made a mistake here.

These are all trivial details. What Li Zhi is most concerned about now is, what happened to him last night?

It seemed that he came alive when he saw the words on "Ru Meng Ling", and then he was practicing the "Qin Family Boxing", and then... he passed out?

"Okay, auxiliary machine, Guanyin's body is not in very good shape. You should accompany her back to the 'Lizheng Palace' first, and I will talk to the slave slave for a while."

Li Shimin's intention of expelling people is very obvious. The eldest grandson brother and sister are all extremely smart people, how can we not hear it?

"Well, it just so happened that my brother just said something about that girl. Why don't we send someone to the Changsun Mansion to introduce her to the palace now, and I will personally look after her in front of my brother."

After finding a step for himself, Changsun Wujiu took his eldest brother Changsun Wuji and left the "Lizheng Palace".

The old eunuch Zhang Anan also followed out and sent all the other attendants in the courtyard outside the palace, while he himself guarded the place two feet away from the palace door.

"Pheasant slave, tell my father what happened last night?"

If you feel tired from practicing, you just tell Empress Changsun to hear it. With Li Zhi's current state, with his innate martial arts and literary ethics, can such a person fall from exhaustion?

"Father, my son may have made another breakthrough..."

There were only father and son in the room, and Li Zhi no longer lay on the bed, put on his shoes and came to the desk.

The two copies of "Ru Meng Ling" were still there. Li Zhi took another piece of rice paper from the side and wrote "Ru Meng Ling" in handwriting again.

"This...is this the state of 'establishing a destiny'? Pheasant slave, you have actually achieved the innate talent of literature?"

Li Shimin's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Twelve-year-old Li Zhi had actually reached the innate realm in both civil and military skills!

"Father, my son doesn't understand what's going on. He must have been inspired by Master Kong's calligraphy."

Seeing that Li Shimin, who was so unfazed by favors and humiliations, was so moved, Li Zhi felt a little proud.

"Moreover, when one is innate in literary skills, it seems that every word written can be used as a means of attack."

As he spoke, Li Zhi waved the wolf brush in his hand and drew a word "Ru" in mid-air. It seemed that the character "Ru" had really condensed into a solid "Ru" and flew towards a pillar not far away.

Fortunately, Li Zhi did not deliberately activate his thoughts. As soon as the word "ru" came into contact with the pillar, it collapsed.

"Okay, okay, as soon as Pheasant Slave entered Xiantian, he actually reached the state of Dzogchen. He wrote words in the void and wrote words with pen. If he reached the state of 'connecting with the gods', the entire Tang Dynasty would probably be invincible."

Looking at the inconspicuous and watertight son in front of him, Li Shimin's heart was filled with emotion, but also a little worried.

Pheasant slave, you have such a heaven-defying talent, but why were you born in an emperor's family? This... what should I do?

Of course, outsiders have no way of knowing the cry in Li Shimin's heart.

…

"What are you talking about? There was such a vision in Pheasant Nu's 'Lizheng Palace' last night?"

Yankangfang, Prince Wei's Mansion.

Originally, King Li Tai of Wei was supposed to live in his own fief when he became an adult, but because Li Shimin was too partial to it, he was granted the title of "Unworthy Official" and even set aside half of Yankang Square to build the Palace of the Prince of Wei for him.

"Yes, Your Highness, I heard from the guards in the palace that at that time, the 'Lizheng Palace' was wrapped in a large ball of white light. You could feel the solemn domineering power no matter how far away you were..."

While the visitor was explaining excitedly, he didn't notice that Li Tai's face, which was originally full of smiles, had completely sunk, and the fat around his mouth was trembling.

"King Wei already knows about this matter, you can go down first -"

Li Tai didn't say anything. A middle-aged man standing next to him saw Li Tai's displeasure and shouted away.

I originally thought that if I came to Prince Wei's palace to report such an important matter, I could get a few rewards, but I didn't expect that I was kicked out before I could finish my words.

"Mr. Du, what do you think of this matter?"

Li Tai was silent for a long time. He seemed to feel that he had lost his temper just now. He straightened his clothes without leaving any trace and said to the middle-aged man.

This Mr. Du is none other than Du Chuke, the younger brother of the late Duke Du Ruhui of Lai State. He was a young man who worshiped Qijie and was quite talented.

Now he is the chief historian of the Wei Palace and also serves as the minister of the Ministry of Industry. He is regarded as a rare resourceful person around Li Tai.
To be continued...