Wan Jiaojiao was so happy that she supported her chin with her palms and said to Li Chen with her big eyes shining with admiration: "Your Highness, how do you know so much?"
"Read more books."
Li Chen said angrily: "Read less love story books and more useful books. I saw you reading a story book in a book a few days ago and you were fascinated. I have searched all the story books in the palace for you, right?"
"
Wan Jiaojiao said with some embarrassment: "I have already finished reading the ones in the palace. Recently, I have asked someone to bring them to the market outside for my slaves. Some of the writing is very good."
Girls are full of youth, but in this era there are not so many pastimes and entertainments. The most they can do is read love stories and Strange Tales from a Strange Studio to pass the time.
Li Chen didn't criticize Wan Jiaojiao too harshly, he just let it go when he saw that she really liked her.
"Send someone to call Su Zhenting and Su Pingbei. I have something to discuss with them."
...
On the bank of the Qinhuai River in Jinling, under the continuous spring rain, a half-hundred-year-old man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat, who looked no different from an ordinary fisherman, was fishing with a pole.
The green mountains are reflected in the green water, and occasionally a few mandarin ducks or spotted teal swim by in the quiet river. Occasionally, a few fish jump out of the water to peck at food floating on the lake. This scene is peaceful.
There were footsteps behind the old man.
"There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties, and many towers are in the mist."
The visitor was about the same age as the old fisherman. With a faint smile on his face, he said: "After all, the misty rain in Jinling is two points softer than other places."
The old man who spoke, if you look closely, turned out to be Duan Jinjiang, the former Dongge Bachelor who escaped from the capital!
The old man fishing didn't even look back and said, "In order to add this tenderness, the Holy Emperor spent a lot of money to dig the Qinhuai River in Jinling against the opinions of all the people when he came to the throne. Do you know why?"
Duan Jinjiang returned and said: "This matter was quite a fuss at the time. I have heard about it. It is said that the Holy One believed that Jinling, as the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties, was too royal, and that the former emperor gave Jinling to the prince as a fief. It is an established fact. Nowadays,
Since the Holy One could not change the facts, he found an expert and found a way to divert water from the Qinhuai River to pollute the king's spirit and damage the dragon's foundation, making it impossible to use the true dragon strategy."
"Ten miles from Qinhuai, golden powder from the Six Dynasties."
The old fishing man said calmly: "In recent years, the business of boating and brothels along the Qinhuai River has become more and more prosperous. Many scholars and literati regard this place as a treasured place for elegant affairs. There is even a saying that a sip of Qinhuai River water tastes like rouge.
If our current saint could still open his eyes and see this scene today, he would definitely be very grateful to the expert who gave him advice back then."
Duan Jinjiang cupped his hands in front of the old man fishing and said: "Every drink and peck are determined by fate. Now he is a noble man, but he can only lie in bed and be a living dead, but the prince is sitting on the golden mausoleum, gathering momentum."
It is still unclear who will be the common master in the world."
The old fishing man was not moved, but said calmly: "Just half an hour ago, I received news from the capital that Junze is dead."
These words made Duan Jinjiang's expression condense.
Duan Jinjiang and the old man in front of him, who was revered as King Wen, were old friends. Whether it was a sincere friendship or a political alliance, they kept in secret contact and cooperated for decades.
It was also these decades that made Duan Jinjiang understand King Wen very well. Among his many descendants, the one he valued the most and had the highest hopes for was his eldest son Li Junze.
