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.
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"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.
Although there are many literati around Li Tai, most of them are just people who write and write. When things really happen, they may not be able to say anything or offer advice.
"Your Highness, it depends on what purpose Your Highness wants to achieve. Now that His Majesty is in his prime, with his innate cultivation, it will not be a problem to rule the Tang Dynasty for several more decades."
"Your Majesty has only three legitimate sons. His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, has been in charge of the East Palace for many years by virtue of his status as the eldest son. It can be said that he has occupied all the time."
"His Royal Highness the King of Wei has also reached adulthood, but he is deeply loved by his majesty. He was not given an official position by special order. Now he controls the literature museum and has an overview of the compilation of 'Kuo Di Zhi'. It can be said that he is in an advantageous position."
"And what about His Royal Highness Prince Jin? He is born with a talent from heaven, and he can't do anything without being a martial artist. In addition, he has been comatose twice this time, right? In my humble opinion, this is a sign of frailty. Can he survive?
Until adulthood, you are in between..."
"However, His Highness Prince Jin is also his legitimate son after all. He is still young and raised in a deep palace. If Your Highness wants to use him to stimulate the man in the East Palace, it would be a good move."
Li Tai had more than a hundred people under his sect, and he was known as the "Mengchang" of the dynasty. He seemed to be a brilliant person, but secretly he had long been planning to seize the throne.
Du Chuke can be regarded as a good wise man, but compared to his dead brother Du Ruhui, he is not even a little bit worse.
Although this person is talented, he is a petty person and has no self-awareness. He always feels that his talent is not inferior to his brother's, but he just has not encountered good opportunities.
The Wei King Li Tai in front of him was Du Chuke's choice, or the target of his political investment.
One day, Du Chuke should strive to reach the position of Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui in the Tang Dynasty, or even the position of Changsun Wuji.
"Oh, I wonder what Mr. Du can teach me?"
Hearing that Du Chuke had made a plan, Li Tai, who had always been arrogant at heart, bowed respectfully to Du Chuke and even called himself "I" instead of "my king".
"Your Highness, we can do this, this, and this. I think Dong Palace will take action after hearing this. Even if he doesn't take any action, we can do this... so... so..."
"This will inevitably arouse the resentment of the emperor and empress. Even if he cannot be brought down at once, he will still be known as a 'brother-in-chief'."
Even though there was no third person in the hall, Du Chuke still looked left and right out of habit before coming to Li Tai and recounted his plan in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"Well, it's high, it's really high. In this way, no matter how Dong Gong takes the move, it will be in Mr. Du's design, but in terms of manpower..."
There are many literati in Li Tai's house, but if he wants to do some shameful things secretly, he can only turn to others for help.
"Your Highness, please rest assured. I believe that Wei Huangmen should be able to handle this matter properly. Your Highness can just sit here and wait for the good news."
Wei Huangmen refers to Wei Ting, who was born in Weishi Xiaoyao Gongfang in Jingzhao and had many contacts with the Du family, who was also in Jingzhao.
Wei Ting was also quite strategic, but unfortunately he had bad luck. When he was young, he was friendly with Li Jiancheng. In the seventh year of Wude, he was implicated in a rebellion and was exiled.
After Li Shimin ascended the throne, he moved to the position of Yushi Dafu, serving as advisor, participating in political affairs, and assisting in the compilation of "clan chronicles".
After being recommended several times by Wang Gui, he was now awarded the title of Doctor Yinqing Guanglu, serving as the Minister of Huangmen and concurrently serving in the Palace of Wei.
In the land of Guanzhong, the Wei family can be regarded as a person with a big family and a great business, and their hands and eyes are as good as the sky.
Wei Ting is backed by the Jingzhao Wei family. After joining Li Tai in the past few years, he quickly showed his own energy and became one of Li Tai's powerful right-hand men.
…
"Snapped--"
The Zhengdian Hall and the Imperial Study Room.
Li Shimin once again broke the tea bowl on the desk, holding a secret report in his hand and pacing back and forth.
"Ananda, do you know what's going on?"
Li Shimin threw the secret report in his hand to Zhang Anan, the chief internal officer, with only twelve words written on it.
"The vision of beautiful government, the king of Jin came to Bai, it is beyond words!"
"This, Your Majesty, I have also heard something about this. I said that a few nights ago, the 'Lizheng Palace' where King Jin lived was suddenly surrounded by white light, and there was the sound of silk and bamboo, or there was a blessing from an immortal..."
Well, Zhang Ananda's version here is even more exaggerated. Even the immortal blessings are given. He is already a one-word prince. What else do he want to do with blessings again?
"I know. What I'm asking now is, who is behind this?"
Can Li Shimin not understand the meaning of these twelve short words?
The king adds white?
Isn't that the word "emperor"?
Li Shimin's first reaction was, who is trying to harm the pheasant slave?
"Your Majesty, as far as I know, the first people who reported this were the guards on duty that night. Then the public found out about it somehow. Now we have to find out the source..."
There were some things Zhang Ananda didn't say. This matter seemed complicated, but it was actually quite simple. The young ancestors were making mischief on the left and right.
They all grew up in the palace. Even after leaving the palace, who still has a few close people left behind?
"Send this secret report to the East Palace. You hand it to Cheng Qian personally and tell him, 'Let him be the big brother. I'm watching.'——"
Of course, what Zhang Anan could think of, Li Shimin could also think of.
As his sons grew up, he gradually began to understand the conflicting feelings that Emperor Li Yuan, his old father, had back then...