"Your Majesty, it's not about the art of calculation. Since you are born with strange phenomena, why can't you use the art of calculation to test the secrets of heaven?"
Xia Shang shook his head: "How can it be so simple? Now that we can't even observe the stars, how can we use great Feng Shui techniques to spy on the secrets of heaven? And even if we can glimpse the secrets of heaven, so what? With the power of mortals like you and me, can we change the day?"
Saying that, Xia Shang waved his hand: "That's all. If there is a natural disaster, manpower cannot stop it. We can only take one step at a time and hope that this is all an abnormality in the weather."
Xia Shang paused again and looked back at Chunjiao: "Are you okay?"
Chunjiao shook her head.
"You come with me for a walk."
Chunjiao didn't know what Xia Shang meant, so she followed Xia Shang out of the Metropolitan Procuratorate without asking.
Xia Shang's outings were like taking a leisurely stroll, wandering all the way without any purpose.
First, we went to the old site of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, which was under renovation, and looked at the progress of the renovation there.
Then he went not far from the palace and looked at the ruins left by Yue Lingbo.
Finally, I took Chunjiao to a nearby restaurant, sat down by the window upstairs, ordered some food and drinks, and asked Chunjiao to accompany me.
Chunjiao was curious, thinking that she was so worried before, but now she was able to have such a leisurely mind and enjoy the food and wine leisurely.
But for the man in front of him, his character is unpredictable, what he is thinking in his heart is unpredictable, and what he can do is still unpredictable. Therefore, it is not surprising for any strange things to happen to him.
There were many people in the restaurant. When I came in, I didn't pay attention to the sign and didn't know what it was called.
This store is not a famous store in Beijing, but it has two floors, with open air on the left and right, and nothing private.
Despite the blustery and snowy weather outside, the restaurant was bustling with activity, and the customers eating and drinking inside were also very unique.
The guests in the lobby downstairs are almost all dressed up as Jianghu people. They have strange clothes and different looks. There are also all kinds of weapons lying around. They speak loudly and show their hostility everywhere. Everyone looks troublesome.
, even the knight with a long sword at his waist looks subtle.
There are a few tables at the back of the building filled with people from all walks of life. Seeing that they are uniformly dressed and speak briskly, they are no better than the rough-and-tumble people downstairs. They should be orthodox disciples from well-known families.
A few tables of Beijing diners were crowded together in the most remote group, separated from the Jianghu diners on one side by a certain distance, and they basically didn't speak to each other.
It was as if he was extremely afraid of these desperadoes who licked blood from their swords.
Xia Shang happened to be sitting in the middle of the two groups of people, watching every move here with great interest.
"How long has it been since you simply drank with me like this?" Xia Shang raised his wine glass and looked at Chunjiao with a smile on his face.
"Ah?" Chunjiao was slightly startled. She didn't know why this person suddenly asked this. After thinking about it, she said, "I don't remember."
After saying that, he raised his wine glass to Xia Shangyao, tapped it gently, and drank it all in one gulp.
After drinking, Chunjiao asked again: "What is your intention today?"
"What's the purpose?"
"Is this time just for drinking?"
"if not?"
"Shouldn't we think more about what's coming next?"
"There are too many things, why bother thinking about them. You know, the life I want is not like that."
Chunjiao pouted playfully and muttered: "For a person with such a kind heart as yourselves, who can guess what kind of life you want?"
Xia Shang took another sip, put down the glass, thought for a moment and said: "When you are in this world, you must live with dignity and poetry."
"Live with dignity...live with poetry..."
These seemingly simple words are full of elegance and freedom, and are very similar to the energy that this man usually displays.
It is not easy for a person to know what he wants so clearly and express it so accurately.
Chunjiao didn't answer, and she was used to the shock the other person's careless words gave others.
Xia Shang went on to say: "I have been fighting for dignity for myself, but gradually I feel less poetic. Standing where I am today, I have no true friends, and I cannot travel around the mountains and rivers. Poems spread all over the world. I can only be with you."
……Why……"
For no reason, Xia Shang suddenly sighed.
Chunjiao felt a little awkward at the moment. She thought to herself that she sighed just after mentioning herself. What does this mean?
"What do you mean? Why do you dislike me so much in your words!"
"It would be nice if you were a man at this time."
"Ah?" Chunjiao was shocked, and suddenly showed a different look, "Do you still have...that kind of hobby..."
"What nonsense are you talking about! I mean, if you were a man, you might be my best brother in the world.
Brother, it should be a very enjoyable thing to have a drink and talk about heroes now, and listen to the snow discuss the world. It’s a pity that you are a woman, and drinking with women will never get rid of the romance.”
Chunjiao blushed and whispered: "Who is having an affair with you? I am just your subordinate, not your wife."
After saying that, he stopped drinking with Xia Shang and started eating vegetables without stopping.
There was a mixed crowd in the restaurant, and under the various noises around them, the two people quickly forgot about their previous conversation.
The noise downstairs was still noisy, and a swordsman wearing an old cotton-padded jacket, who looked like a bandit, was standing on a stool with one foot, talking loudly about the rules spread in the capital.
"No one in the capital is as familiar as me. It is said that the best masters in the world are hidden in the capital. Anyone who dares to cause trouble in the capital will be slaughtered. It is even stipulated that the master cannot show his face in the capital. When I hear this
Just to fool my grandson. I remember when I slaughtered a dozen martial arts masters alone in the capital, but nothing happened. How could the world's best master appear?
But these words just frightened those grandsons who claimed to be martial arts masters. In the past few decades, very few Jianghu people dared to approach the capital. Can you see clearly now? There are two great masters in the capital.
We had a fight and almost demolished the palace, but nothing happened. I tell you, this is the measure used by the imperial court, and nothing you say can be taken seriously."
Another person asked: "But why is the court like this?"
"Hey, you don't understand this? Naturally, the emperor is afraid that martial arts masters will gather in the capital. You don't even look at it. Which of the policemen in the yamen in the capital has real skills? Those forbidden troops and guards are in name only. If it were me
If you meet a real master, you may sneak into the palace at any time and take the emperor's life."
Voices came from downstairs, and the drinkers who were born and raised in the capital upstairs suppressed their dissatisfaction and muttered in a low voice: "This group of wild men dare to talk about the emperor in public. I'm afraid they will be dead on the street in a short time!"
"That's right, these bunch of bumpkins who have never seen the world really think they are knights?"
The people at the table next to Xia Shang spoke in very low voices, and seemed to dare to be angry but dare not speak out.
But who knew that someone downstairs would still hear her whispering like this.
In an instant, a stool flew up from downstairs and hit the table next to Xia Shang accurately.
Suddenly, there were bursts of exclamations in the restaurant.