Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Three Like a Buddha, the smallpox is pouring down and the golden lotus is pouring.
Wang Xianren's pupils shrank inadvertently. In his eyes, Wang Xiuchu, who was opposite him, did not have powerful magic power. He was absolutely sure to destroy the physical body with one blow and kill the soul in less than half an hour. However, Wang Xiuchu
The tall figure standing behind him, as tall as the Demon God and Demon Emperor, made him extremely wary. Just a dozen hours ago, he had experienced something powerful, not to mention that this place was not suitable for killing people.
"Today I am hosting a banquet at your place, and I am lucky enough to invite five young ladies. It is a grand gathering of scholars, and they only talk about romantic poetry, not the serious Taoism of loyalty, filial piety, and justice. Everyone, please sit down and don't worry about the rules. In the past few years, I
I once passed by Jinling Red Sleeve Academy, and two lines of poems struck my heart. They are just right for today's occasion: "Climbing flowers and breaking willows is a common thing, just be romantic and don't be vulgar." What do you think? Leaving aside Taoism, the literary style of Jiangnan is really important.
My northern style of writing is very popular. Naturally, we scholars have to learn a lot before we can show the style of our scribes."
Zhu Changluo smiled and said to Wang Xianren: "Besides, there is a saying in the Book of Changes: 'When a dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow! When a dragon fights in the wild, its path is poor! A dragon has regrets, and it cannot last long!' Duke Xuan Sheng,
Do you think these hexagrams have profound meaning?"
"Oh!" Wang Xianren looked at Zhu Changluo in surprise. He originally thought that the crown prince only had the grace of an emperor, but now it seems that he underestimated it. Wang Xianren heard the following few hexagrams and found them to have profound meanings. Thinking about it carefully,
He actually pointed directly at his current situation.
When a dragon fights in the wild, its blood is black and yellow; when a dragon fights in the wild, its path is poor. The surface meaning of the hexagram is that two dragons fought fiercely in the wild, with black and yellow blood flowing out, and they have reached a desperate situation. Wang Xianren and
If Wang Zhong fights again, it is obviously like dragons fighting in the wild. There is no benefit.
And if a dragon flies too high, it will have regrets, and it will not last long. It is obviously a reference to Wang Zhong. If the dragon flies too high, it will have regrets, and it will not last long.
Zhu Changluo used the hexagrams of the Book of Changes to imply that no matter how powerful Wang Zhong was, he would not be able to sense it. Wang Xianren had to feel that he had good intentions. In addition, Wang Xianren also felt the enigmatic flavor of the crown prince.
Unfathomable, this word does not seem to appear in Wang Xianren's heart. As a fellow practitioner of Confucianism and Taoism, the great master of Xuantian Shenglong Dao, who has explored the realm of heaven and man and accepted all changes in the mortal world, even in the mortal world
He didn't have much respect for the emperor in his heart. Even if he was born to assist, it was just to comply with the destiny and accumulate merit.
"That's what the Crown Prince said." Wang Xianren nodded and just said to Wang Xiuchu: "Boy, you are arrogant and unruly." Then he ignored his rude words.
Wang Xiuchu was actually prepared in his heart, knowing that if a conflict broke out, he would not be the opponent of the great sect leader, but he did not want to be weak in words. Seeing that Wang Xianren had exposed him, he did not want to be arrogant anymore, so he just smiled and grabbed a braised pork
The elbow started to chew heavily. Everyone saw that he was eating in a disgraceful manner and ignored him.
Then, another guest came outside the door, but they were several new Hanlin scholars and famous young scholars.
"Come on, come on, this is Mr. Qian Muzhai, who was a Jinshi in the 38th year of Wanli Dynasty. This is Mr. Mao Bijiang, a young talent from the south of the Yangtze River. This is also Mr. Hou Fangyu, a romantic talent in the literary world." Zhu Changluo introduced them one by one.
These are all famous talented men from the late Ming Dynasty in history. The two Zhang and Tong girls came from modern time. Naturally they knew about it and observed secretly. They thought to themselves: "They are also personable and talented. No wonder Zhu Changluo is supported by Confucianism. The emperor
It's quite safe. It's just that this emperor was short-lived in history, but now it seems that he is unpredictable and obviously not a simple person. How could he be short-lived?"
It has been six or seven years since the two women arrived in the Ming Dynasty, but they also knew that this was an era of Qi alchemists and immortals. The records of future history, after three hundred years of the Qing Dynasty, have been distorted out of shape. In modern times,
You know, there may be many that are untrue.
Red charcoal fires were burning in the four corners of the hall. Although the north wind was cold outside, the whole hall was as warm as spring. Through the windows, one could enjoy the snowy plum blossoms in the garden.
After three rounds of drinking, and after the servants passed around the dishes and Zhu Changluo introduced them, Wang Xiuchu knew that one of the two Feng Tang women was called Feng Yunmei and the other was called Tang Chan, but he only listened attentively and did not speak.
Zhu Changluo then clapped his hands. The singing girls raised in the mansion were divided into two rows. They were wearing long flowing skirts, holding round fans with ladies' fine brushwork, long sleeves of organza, walking like cats, swaying their waists, and the fragrance filled the field.
Sing slowly.
The singer at the beginning has two curved willow-leaf eyebrows, her face is as hazy as smoke, and she starts to sing:
This concubine is Lantian Jade, and I want to make smoke when I come.
All my life I love to lie down, crystal clear and make people pity me.
It’s even a little red, which is wonderful.
The cool breeze came at night, and I couldn't fall asleep in my arms.
Unexpectedly, the girl in the boudoir will shed tears when she misses you.
If a blue bird comes, we may be able to explore the depth.
The song was ethereal until the end, as thin as silk teeth, accompanied by the singer's flirtatious eyes and the fragrant wind. The whole table, except for Wang Xianren and a few other experts with unusual concentration, were all drunk with wine.
He was so crazy that he hit the bowl with his silver chopsticks and shouted: "Well done! It's really a fairy tale."
"Chang Luo, although today we are talking about poetry and romance, the words are a bit too much. I see that there are many talented scribes here. Why don't we each draft poems and ask the singers to sing them, so that we can appear romantic?"
Feng Yunmei, who was silent, suddenly said to Zhu Changluo.
Wang Xiuchu's ears immediately stood up, but he didn't even look at it, he just drank.
"Okay, that's a good idea." Zhu Changluo patted the folding fan and laughed, "I wonder who comes first?"
When several young Hanlin heard this, they were about to show off their talents and knowledge in order to show off their faces in front of the future emperor. What's more, there was a beautiful woman in front of them. Maybe their literary talents would be appreciated by some beautiful woman, and they were not just a talented man and a beautiful woman.
A good story?
And Mao Bijiang had just cuckolded the Green Bull King of the Three Demons of the Minjiang River, and kidnapped two concubines, as well as a local mother water sutra, thirteen magic weapons, and a large amount of gold and silver treasures. When he arrived in the capital, he took refuge with Zhu Changluo
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It turned out that Zhu Changluo was the crown prince promoted by the Confucian sect. Emperor Wanli had secretly fought for power with himself several times because he was too powerful and wanted to depose him. However, he could not be deposed because he was powerful and supported by the scribes of the entire dynasty.
When he debuted at Pijiang, he was befriended by Zhu Changluo, and now it is natural for him to join him.
Qian Muzhai and Hou Fangyu were both deep in thought, seeming to be making up their minds. Who would have thought that Tang Chan pointed at Wang Xiuchu: "I think this young talented Wang Xiuchu is unruly in etiquette and has the style of the Wei and Jin people, but he just offended Grand Master Xuan Sheng Guogong, Grand Master
Although I don’t care about it, after all, he made a mistake and deserves to be punished, so why not let him do it as before?"
"Here we come!" Wang Xiuchu's heart skipped a beat: "I had known that these two ladies were impatient and finally came to me to write some poems. However, these two ladies came to my door, so I couldn't let myself be weak. After all, we are in love with each other.
Make it a song and see how Crown Prince Zhu Changluo reacts?"
At that moment, Wang Xiuchu stood up and said, "Although I am young, I have studied Taoism for several years and am quite capable of knowing the fate of heaven. Today, I just accept the invitation of the two young ladies to ask you all here and Master Xuan Sheng Guogong Zong a poem."
After that, he took a sip, and his clothes were covered with wine. He laughed loudly, threw the wine glass to the ground, and said:
"The long song should cry and the blood will sink. How many people are sitting in the country?
The majesty of heaven and earth is now extinguished, and dragons and snakes stretch their arms to look at the bright moon."
Zhu Changluo listened at first, until he heard the last sentence, his eyes moved slightly. Dragons and snakes often live dormant in deep mountains and rivers, waiting to rise when the time comes. From ancient times to the present, they have been used in poetry to describe heroes, especially emperors and generals. There are also
Metaphorically speaking, the rise and fall of a country is like a dragon or a snake.
At this time, the dragon and snake in Wang Xiuchu's poem stretched out and ended up looking at the bright moon. The bright moon alludes to the allusion in Empress Li's poem that the motherland cannot bear to look back at the bright moon.
"Brother Wang is so talented." Zhu Changluo played with the folding fan, his eyes having returned to normal, "This poem is too sad."
"It's not sad, but I'm afraid it will be more than this in the future?" Wang Xiuchu smiled coldly. However, he saw Feng Yunmei and Tang Chan looking at him in surprise.
"This boy is really too crazy." Several talented people were overtaken by Wang Xiuchu, but they could not write such a poem, and they were quite angry. After drinking for half an hour, they left and left. Wang Xianren also made an excuse
After leaving the banquet, the remaining people lost interest and left one after another.
"I have seen this Crown Prince Zhu Changluo before, but I didn't realize it at that time. Why is it that when I see him today, he becomes so mysterious? Every word is so intricate that even I can't understand it."
Wang Xianren was always thinking about Zhu Changluo and was preparing to take a peek to see what was going on.
Who would have thought that as soon as his divine power was activated, Wang Xianren could only see a piece of white filling the entire world, and there was nothing else. It was the purest aura of awe-inspiring power.
"This kind of Confucianism is even inferior to that of my father?" Wang Xianren was extremely shocked. "Which Confucian sage's power is it?"
"Little talented man, those few young talents just now are the most outstanding young talents in our Jiangnan literary world. They were so angry after you wrote a poem. Your poem has a profound meaning. Many little girls don't understand it. Can you tell us something?
What are you talking about?"
Only Zhang, Tong, Shangguan, Feng, Tang, Wu Nu, Wang Xiuchu and Zhu Changluo were left at the banquet. The two Zhang and Tong girls were thinking about how to start a grain business by mouth, when Tang Chan suddenly asked Wang Xiuchu.
"That's easy to say. But I'm just a rough guy. I can't write a few rough poems and I can't stand up to the elegant hall. I can't talk about poetry. If I talk about swordsmanship and Taoism, I still know how to do it." Wang Xiuchu saw two things.
The woman didn't mention what happened that day, so she just pretended to be confused.
"Hmph! Stop pretending to be crazy. You were crazy and disrespectful to our sisters that day. Sooner or later, you will have to settle the score with you. But are your poems really good?" Suddenly, a mosquito-like humming came from my ears.
, Wang Xiuchu knew that it was Tang Chan who used his true energy to bundle the voice into a gossamer and passed it into his ears. "Your spell is also very powerful. Tell me quickly, who is your disciple, and then admit your mistake to me as a gift, and then do it for me."
Thirty poems, and then...well, that's all. As long as you do these, I can spare you once, and maybe you can forget about what happened that day."
"It's easy to say, but it was just a misunderstanding." Wang Xiuchu also sent a message.
Zhu Changluo saw Wang Xiuchu and Tang Chan squinting back and forth, obviously they were transmitting messages with their true energy. He was determined to behave like a gentleman and naturally he would not intercept. However, he looked towards Zhang Yanran and saw Zhang Yanran deep in thought. He smiled slightly and said, "What are you thinking about?"
?Looking at your expression, you seem to be missing your hometown? I heard that your hometown seems to be far away?"
Zhang Yanran was shocked and heard that there seemed to be something in Zhu Changluo's words. Somehow, this Zhu Changluo always eluded her, but she was very adaptable and sighed faintly: "Where is the loess that does not bury people? Where is the grain that does not nourish people?
?Where is my hometown?”
Zhu Changluo frowned and said nothing more, but there was a complicated look in his eyes.
"There may have been changes in the capital recently. You'd better leave for a while and don't get involved with Wei Zhongxian." Zhu Changluo suddenly spoke softly, and then stepped out of the hall.
"Haha." After Zhu Changluo left, Zhang Yanran shook her head, flicked her nails, and seemed to be smiling.
"One hundred thousand stones of polished rice will be delivered in ten days. However, you must pay a deposit first. It will also include porters and vehicle freight. In the winter, the waterways are frozen and food cannot be transported. The cost of traveling by land is much higher." Tang Chan, Feng Yunmei
The two women didn't know what they said to Wang Xiuchu, so they suddenly spoke.
"This is easy." Zhang Yanran took out 10,000 taels of silver notes.
After the banquet was over, when they left the Duke's Mansion, the four girls had already discussed the business. Feng and Tang, the two girls said they were one and the same when doing business, and there was no ambiguity.
After discussing the business, they went back to their respective homes, but Wang Xiuchu followed Feng and Tang's two daughters.
"Old crocodile, old crocodile, you are watching in secret. I am afraid that the capital city is not peaceful at the beginning of spring. The wind is surging and there will be blood." As Wang Xiuchu secretly secreted his magic, a huge crocodile broke through the ice and surfaced in the corner of the Yongding River in the capital.
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"Li'er, are you feeling better?"
Zhang Yanran, Tong Ling, and Shangguan Ziyan went to see Huang Li'er as soon as they returned to Qiongyu Tower.
"Much better." Huang Li'er had already hidden the baby Wang Fo'er because she didn't want anyone to find out that she had given birth to a baby.
"That's good. After the beginning of spring, it will be the forty-seventh year of Wanli. We just have to wait and see if the Wanli Emperor's luck has been exhausted or not. I'm afraid there will be an earth-shattering change? We all need to be prepared. You are responsible.
Arrange the transportation of food to outside the customs." Zhang Yanran gave the task. She and Tong Ling returned to their room and lit a talisman.
As soon as the talisman was lit, a black energy was seen rushing through the air and disappeared instantly. The message had been transmitted to the Palace of the Seven Killers in the Himalayas.
At this moment, Wang Fo'er, who was hidden by Huang Li'er in a private house next to Qiongyu Tower, suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Zhu Changluo's figure in his two bright eyes.
In Wang Foer's young eyes, a figure vaguely appeared in the vast white air behind Zhu Changluo.
Wang Fo'er's moral conduct is countless times higher than that of Wang Xianren!
Suddenly, there was a creak, the door was pushed open, and Huang Li'er came in. All the scenes in Wang Fo'er's eyes disappeared, and the innocence of a child was restored.
In the Seven Killing Demon Palace, Wang Zhong woke up from his trance after receiving Zhang Yanran's message. His eyes then penetrated tens of thousands of miles of space and noticed the capital.
After scanning for a while, when Wang Zhong looked away, there was an unprecedented hint of doubt in his eyes.