In a pavilion, there were two men dressed as Confucian scholars.
"Fan Shanren, Yuan Qing, Feng Tu, and Zhao Gao's Luo Wang Tianzi Yiyi, I wonder if Mr. Wei Zhuang and the others can withstand it. Zifang, aren't you worried at all?"
Yan Lu was facing the outside of the pavilion, looking down at the fish swimming in the pond, calm and calm, talking leisurely.
Maybe it's because Yan Lu matured earlier than Lu Yan. He had a beard before Lu Yan, and he looked more calm and peaceful. Ten years later, this advantage of precociousness has been reflected, and his appearance has hardly changed.
Zhang Liang, on the other hand, has a graceful demeanor, a reserved spirit, has matured a lot, and already has the demeanor of "seeking saints".
Hearing Yan Lu's question, Zhang Liang chuckled and said, "Senior brother, when you say something like this, shouldn't you be a little worried?"
"Haha, Mr. Wei Zhuang is your old friend Zifang, and he is not mine. Why should I be worried?"
"Senior brother, you should worry about whether the ovary will be worried."
Zhang Liang walked side by side with Yan Lu, followed his senior brother's gaze, saw the fish swimming in the water, and sighed, "Humans have arranged for the fish in this pond to have no worries about food, clothing, housing, and transportation. I don't know, they
Are you eager to get out of the pond?"
Yan Lu twisted a bit of bait and sprinkled it down, then replied: "If it was born in the river and sea, maybe it would have died from the moment it fell into the pond. If not, it would probably live a good life."
"I wasn't born in Jianghai, maybe." Zhang Liang raised his head and looked at the sky, meaning something.
"Well, maybe, only it knows."
After Yan Lu kneaded the bait in his hands clean, he suddenly smiled and changed the subject, "Master Fusu is getting married. Senior brother asked me to tell you that as the third senior uncle, you must prepare the congratulatory gifts well."
Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment, then praised: "Master Fusu, marrying the daughter of Zuo Prime Minister Li Si is really a match made in heaven."
"What were you thinking about just now?"
"Oh, I really can't hide anything from senior brother. I was wondering if this wedding was what senior brother wanted."
"no."
"Huh?" Zhang Liang was surprised.
Could it be Fusu's own intention, but from the perspective of Fusu's character, he doesn't look like someone who uses himself as a political bargaining chip. The point is, Fusu is not so decisive.
Yan Lu narrowed his eyes and seemed very happy to see Zhang Liang's surprised look, "I know who gave Mr. Fusu this idea."
"Oh?" Zhang Liang reacted instantly and smiled confidently, "Let Zifang guess, this person is a student from the Central Academy."
"Ha, it turns out you noticed him too."
"The young man is very impressive. This Chen Ping is really courageous. Mr. Fusu was actually convinced by him."
"Yes, the young man is very impressive, but he doesn't know if the whirlpool he crashes into will make him a trend-setter or just drown him..." Yan Lu's eyes gradually calmed down.
…
In the Central Academy, there were two people fighting with swords in a martial arts arena.
One of them has a handsome appearance and peach blossom eyes. He is dressed in light green clothes. He wears a silver armband on his left forearm, revealing his tight muscles. He holds a gleaming green sword in his right hand. He is a suave and handsome man.
His opponent had a much rougher appearance, wore simple clothes, exposed a large area of bronze skin, and held a broad-edged sword in his hand, which looked powerful and domineering.
"You and I have fought so many times. You can't keep up with my speed, and I can't match your strength. Why bother to pester me. Chen Ping is already waiting for me."
The handsome man flashed at the edge of the martial arts arena, put one hand on the weapon rack, and shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, you win, I admit defeat."
As he spoke, he sighed, and like a phantom, he appeared in the auditorium under the martial arts arena.
The opponent was so angry that he jumped on the martial arts field, "Ji Bu! Just wait for me, I, Ying Bu, will defeat you in an upright manner sooner or later!"
Ji Bu was born in the Ji family, a wealthy family of generals in the Chu Kingdom. The Shadow Tiger Army was once famous in the world. After the Chu Civil War, the Ji family was defeated. The Shadow Tiger Army's commander, Ji Ying, was offered a bounty of 5,000 gold on his head by the King of Chu. Assassins even pursued him.
Go to the territory of Qin and kill Ji Ying.
The young Ji Bu was rescued by retired Li Mu. From then on, in the village where Li Mu retired to farm, there were two more little kids who were tortured by Li Mu every day.
Chen Ping is slightly older, now twenty-three years old; Ji Bu is younger, now seventeen years old.
Needless to say, these two famous figures in history, with great talents and the guidance of retired Li Mu, are now the best reserve talents in the empire.
Even Chen Ping, who has been very independent since he was a child, has already stepped into the empire's power whirlpool.
In the audience, Chen Ping, who was wearing a beige gown, saw Ji Bu sneaking back after admitting defeat to his opponent, and sneered: "If you deal with him so perfunctorily, I'm afraid he will be your lifelong enemy in the future."
Ji Bu glanced at Yingbu, who was leaving bitterly, and waved his hand casually, "Master taught me the art of war and martial arts, but he never taught me how to deal with such a persistent person."
"Both of you are named Bu, and you study the same subjects. Even your grades are not much different. Well, you are younger than him."
Chen Ping pretended to analyze here, which made Ji Bu roll his eyes.
"Just because I'm a few years younger than him, he insists on trying to decide who will win. I don't know where this man came from to be so petty."
Chen Ping stopped smiling and turned to look in the direction Yingbu left. It was obvious that there was no one there, but in his eyes it was completely different.
Yingbu was born in Zuo Prime Minister's Palace, Li Si... I wonder if there is a possibility of win-win cooperation between Fu Nian and Li Si with the relationship of the eldest son.
The empire has deviated from the path designed by the Imperial Master. Even Mrs. Nongyu has defected. If the eldest son is in charge, there may still be a chance. As for the Imperial Master...
Chen Ping suddenly felt that his head was a little heavy, so he shook his head hard.
No, the Imperial Preceptor could not have been killed by the emperor. Mrs. Nongyu must have defected because she was disappointed with the current empire, not because of the Imperial Preceptor’s death... Ah, Chen Ping, what on earth are you thinking about?
!
"Chen Ping? Chen Ping! What are you thinking about? You are so absorbed." Ji Bu grabbed Chen Ping's shoulders with both hands and shook them hard.
"Ah? Oh, it's nothing." Chen Ping broke free from Ji Bu's hands and stepped forward, "Let's go back first."
Ji Bu looked at him with some doubts and said, "Well, let's go."
…
"Chen Ping, alas~"
Fu Nian stroked his beard and sighed, asking Fusu and Li Si to marry. He had not thought about it.
Fu Nian knew Li Si well, so he would not do such meaningless things.
As a result, a student in the Central Academy gave Fusu such an idea, and Fusu actually spoke to His Majesty the Emperor.
In the eyes of everyone outside, they may regard what Chen Ping did as his own instruction. This is unfair.
What if His Majesty the Emperor sees this as a signal to form cliques for personal gain? Will other people in the court feel threatened?
As the dean of the Central Academy, my role as the dean of the Central Academy was already very unsatisfactory, and now it is even more unsatisfactory.
At this point, Fu Nianwei could only make do with it and walked down. He lowered his eyes with his long and narrow eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, and sighed quietly: "This marriage went surprisingly smoothly~"