An eighth-rank official at the Lupeng looked at Yu Qianzhi in surprise, but he didn't recognize him and saw that he was not wearing official uniform. He thought to himself: "Who is this person? He is so rude? I'm afraid he is an old Juren who comes here to eat and drink."
Someone muttered, confused: "Xie Zhenqing?"
The eighth-grade official was stroking his beard and said: "You don't know, and it's not surprising. This young master of the Xie family in Anbo is called Xie Zhenqing. I heard that he has always been weak and rarely sees people. He rarely comes out in the past few years."
"But the Xie Mansion is observing the etiquette, but it has not changed the heir apparent. It seems that he is in good health recently, so he went out for a walk."
"That's it!" Everyone nodded after hearing this, and some people sighed: "Even if it is a prince's house, once the prince has a problem, a lot of people will be humble and climb up on their shoulders!"
"I didn't expect that even though Zhen Anbo was born in martial arts, he could observe etiquette, which is rare."
There have been such princes and princes. Many high-ranking princes were physically weak when they were young, and many died in infancy. Some of those who survived were raised as daughters, for fear that they would not be able to support them.
The reason why this Zhennan Bo Crown Prince still has some reputation in the small circle is that no matter how weak he is, he has always firmly held the title of Zhennan Bo Crown Prince, making many people envious.
Secondly, it is said that although the Zhennan Prince was weak in body, he had an outstanding appearance. Even though he was weak, he did not hide his splendor, which made some people curious.
These people came to Dai Wang's Mansion this time to celebrate Dai Guogong's crowning as king. They didn't expect to have the opportunity to meet the legendary Zhennan Bo Crown Prince, so they were a little curious.
While everyone was watching, a young man brought a young man over.
Su Ziji greeted the other party, looked at each other, and sighed in his heart: "You have outstanding style, there is really no shortage of handsome young men in the capital."
The person in front of me may not have a first-rate appearance, but the combination of his eyebrows, eyes, and facial features are just right, making people feel friendly just looking at him.
The skin is a little pale, and it is indeed as if he has just recovered from an illness and is a little weak, but his temperament is outstanding and the cover is not enough, which also gives the Zhennan Bo Crown Prince some bonuses.
Xie Zhenqing smiled, cupped his hands in congratulations, and asked the young man holding the wooden box to come forward. The young man actually opened the box and exposed the book.
"Knowing that King Dai likes unique ancient books, I have brought one as a small gift. Please accept it."
"Thank you, Master, for being so polite." After Xie Zhenqing's words fell, Su Ziji seemed to feel something. His heart moved, and he asked someone to accept the gift. Instead of sending it away directly, he picked up the book that had been opened in the box and held it in both hands.
I got up and flipped through a few pages.
"After discovering the Yandong Scripture, do you want to learn from it?"
Smokedong Scripture?
Su Ziji hesitated for a moment and replied: "Yes."
In an instant, a cool feeling rushed down, and half of the red sandalwood tree disappeared as soon as it appeared. At the same time, an increasing experience jumped out.
"[Jianggong True Seal Pill Method] +20500, Level 10 (75/10000)"
"Yes, it can still allow me to gain experience and level up, which shows that this sutra is extraordinary."
At the second door, Su Ziji felt satisfied and his smile became more sincere. He remembered something and signaled the butler to pick him up and take him to the courtyard. He smiled again and said, "Mr.
I have been gifted books by the young master many times. I can’t thank you enough and ask you to keep in touch with me in the future.”
"Don't dare, but if your Majesty invites you, I will disturb you from time to time."
The sun gradually rose and shed its light. After twenty years of backlash, I developed a photophobia problem. Although it is better now, I still have a mental disorder unknowingly and do not want to stay in the sun for a long time. After Xie Zhenqing gave the gift, he had no plans
We continued the banquet, exchanged a few words, turned around and left.
His eyes swept across the reed shed inadvertently, and he met Yu Qianzhi's eyes. There was no expression on his face, he just followed his own thoughts and thought: "When I saw him today, he has a very pure royal aura."
"It seems that my original guess may not be right. This person is truly of royal blood." Xie Zhenqing smiled hoarsely, whispered inaudibly, glanced at the eight Taoists again, smiled, and left.
The young man followed him, not looking sideways.
Such a master and servant, unless they have the title of Zhennan Bo Mansion, would not attract the attention of others. Seeing this reaction, Yu Qianzhi finally calmed down.
"No, it's not him, he's the wrong age."
"But they are so similar, could they be nephews?" Yu Qianzhi couldn't help but think that he must check it out.
Although I was able to rise through the grace of the people behind the scenes back then, now that I am in my current position, I am naturally not willing to be controlled by others. Now I suddenly see someone who is similar to me, and my heart suddenly becomes happy.
At this time, in the corridor not far away, a middle-aged scribe was walking slowly. When he raised his eyes, he saw the two people passing by in a hurry. He especially saw Xie Zhenqing's face clearly and was startled.
"Mr. Wen." A servant passed by and saluted.
The man nodded lightly, but still looked at the two figures who had walked away.
"Who is this? It looks familiar."
The person who was called "Mr. Wen" was none other than Wen Xunpeng. He had been treated politely by the king, and the atmosphere in the palace was not harsh. He was in a good mood. He was walking through the corridor and was about to go to the front. This startling glance made him stunned and confused.
thinking.
Based on his memory, he is either an ordinary person who has no need to remember and does not recognize him when he sees it, or he has a deep memory and can recall it when he sees it. Now, he has seen this person in recent years, but he still looks familiar.
I can't think of it, this happens very rarely.
"Do you know who this person is?" Wen Xunpeng immediately asked the servant who saluted him.
The servant looked in the direction Wen Xunpeng was looking and replied: "Are you talking about the young master who just passed by? That was the Prince of Zhennan Bo."
"Xie Zhenqing, the prince of Zhennan Bo?" Wen Xunpeng was a little surprised. It turned out that due to poor health, he had been recuperating and was a weak prince who didn't see many outsiders. Is this the person?
Although it looked a bit noble, and there was no doubt about it, Wen Xunpeng still felt that something was wrong.
Waving the servant away, he stood there and meditated.
"Xie Zhenqing looks familiar to me. Could it be that he is someone I knew in the past? But he seems to be only over 20 years old, and he is not of the same generation as me. If we really met him many years ago, he was still a boy at that time? How could he get acquainted with me?"
"Could it be that he is the descendant of someone I know well, so he looks familiar?"
"But I've seen Uncle Zhennan before. If he doesn't have this kind of appearance and temperament, could it be that he just followed his mother?"
This possibility is not impossible. Wen Xunpeng stood there, thinking for a long time, trying to find out what face he saw last time. Suddenly, he thought of something, his face changed drastically, and he suddenly raised his head, his eyes revealed.
Cold light.
"Is it this person?"
"No, this is impossible, the age is not right!"
"Is there a blood relationship with the person behind the scenes?" Wen Xunpeng was shocked and clenched his fists. Unknowingly, his nails cut into his flesh: "Do you want to report this to the king?"
"But I don't have much time in the palace. If something goes wrong, it will be difficult to keep my face up."