323, Imperial City Academy, emptying Lu Yuzhous yard
The scenery was everywhere along the way. Zuo Lin introduced it loudly, while Han Muye and Mu Wan watched and talked softly.
Although Mu Wan has been to the Imperial City for a few days, she has never visited the Imperial City.
The imperial city is so big that even if you visit it, you can't finish it in two or three.
"That's Han's Trading Firm. This firm has only been in the Imperial City for two years, and it has already become a small and famous trading firm in the Imperial City."
Zuo Lin pointed to the shop with eight storefronts on one side and said.
"Han's Trading Company is said to have started from Shuxi County, and is related to Western Xinjiang and the East China Sea. Behind it is Bailu Mountain Academy."
Zuo Lin did know a lot of news.
For a new trading firm that enters the imperial city, all parties will naturally inquire about the identity behind it.
Han's Trading Company did not hide it and showed its background generously.
Without a background, it would be too difficult to become big in the imperial city.
The carriage moved forward, and it took half a day to reach the Imperial City Academy.
The purple air turns into clouds and smoke, and the awe-inspiring air lasts forever.
The Imperial City Academy is surrounded by purple air, like a fairyland.
On both sides of the avenue, pines and cypresses are connected.
All around were Confucian scholars who were either chanting in a low voice or chanting at length.
Imperial City Academy is said to be an academy, and its area is comparable to that of a large city.
There are more views here.
"This forest of steles was written by Cao Quan, a professor at the academy. It is said that Mr. Cao Quan practiced calligraphy here for thirty years and left a forest of steles."
"Master, please look, the pavilion over there is the famous Zuiwu Pavilion."
"In the sunset of the Imperial City, this is where Mr. Liu Gonglin lived in seclusion."
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Imperial City Academy has a history of more than 10,000 years, what is not a story?
Before reaching the tall gate, the carriage stopped.
Han Muye and Mu Wan looked up and saw a few large characters flashing with a faint golden aura.
Imperial City Academy.
"There is spirit in the words and strong strokes. The Confucianism and Taoism of the person who wrote the title are truly extraordinary." Han Muye whispered, his eyes falling on the inscription below.
It's so easy to say.
Half-Saint Vice-President of Imperial City Academy.
This powerful man is said to have lived in seclusion in the Imperial City Academy. He has not taught for a hundred years and no one has seen him.
Several people in Confucian robes came to the carriage and asked Han Muye where they were going.
Imperial City Academy does not allow outsiders to come.
Even if you want to attend the secondary school classes at the academy, you can go as long as you register.
This is the spirit of Imperial City Academy.
"My young master is going to visit——" Zuo Lin said, then turned his head slightly.
"Lu Yuzhou." Han Muye's voice came.
"Lu, Lu, deputy commander." Zuo Lin almost bit his tongue.
Most of the Confucian and Taoist majors in the Imperial City Academy kept a low profile.
Many great masters only give lectures once every few decades.
And that person who looks unkempt and looks like an old man on the street may be a master.
Many people are famous but not good-looking.
Among these, Lu Yuzhou is an exception.
Because the biggest event in Zhongzhou in the past few years, the newly opened Ludongshan County, is the realm of enlightenment for Vice-President Lu.
A major event that has not happened in thousands of years, how can anyone not know the name of Lu Yuzhou?
Moreover, this person's reputation...
Zuo Lin's heart moved.
It is said that Lu Yuzhou, Vice President of the Court, has many illegitimate children!
Could it be?
"Vice-President Lu lives in Qinghua Garden in the west courtyard. You drive all the way to the west."
A middle-aged man in Confucian robes said, handing over the pen and ink in his hand.
"Please leave your name and surname."
Han Muye reached out and took the book with pen and ink. He saw that the message of visiting Lu Yuzhou had been written down on it, and he was just waiting for him to leave his name.
Looking up, his eyes fell on the four characters of Imperial City Academy, and Han Muye gently started writing.
Handing the pen and ink back, the carriage slowly left.
"Are you visiting Vice President Lu again? Who is this?"
"You're not here to look for a bride again, are you? Vice President Lu has a lot of romantic affairs."
In front of the courtyard, several people chuckled and lowered their heads to look at the names written on the book.
"What a word!" When these two words came into their eyes, some people were amazed.
The handwriting is strong, as if a knife is carving into wood.
The iron painting and silver hook show the sharpness of the pen and ink.
"This word actually has a hint of spirituality?" Someone raised his head and looked at the front door.
The words on the gate of my Imperial City Academy actually echo the handwriting on the book.
"Makino?"
"Makino!"
The middle-aged man holding the book widened his eyes and slowly turned his head.
"That great Confucian and Taoist cultivator who made a god out of Guanjiangkou?"
"The major cultivator who is worthy of being a brother to Vice President Lu?"
"So young?"
Although it was rumored that the overhaul was extremely young, everyone felt that the rumors were not credible.
But looking at it now, the rumors are really credible...
Zuo Lin, who was driving, had a dazed look in his eyes. He didn't come back to his senses until the carriage arrived at Qinghua Garden.
After asking the Confucian scholars along the way, the carriage stopped in front of a rather quiet courtyard.
After getting out of the car, Han Muye looked around.
"These two stone benches are good, and they also have inscriptions. Zuo Lin, move them into the car."
Carry it into the car?
Zuo Lin shivered all over.
Can this thing be moved easily?
However, when he looked up and saw Han Muye studying other objects, Zuo Lin gritted his teeth and bent down to move two stone benches.
This should be the certificate of submission.
If you don't do some stealing, how can you gain the trust of this young master?
The two stone benches were extremely heavy, and it took Zuo Lin a lot of effort to move them onto the carriage.
Fortunately, he still has some cultivation skills left in him. Even though he has just started condensing energy, he can still carry things.
As soon as he loaded the two stone benches into the car, Han Muye pointed to several flower pots in the small courtyard.
"Senior brother, this jade epiphyllum is quite valuable." Mu Wan whispered from the side.
"It's okay. I took away Lu Yuzhou's things if I liked them. He didn't dare not give them to me." Han Muye waved his hand, pointed at the flower pot and said, "Move it."
Zuo Lin glanced at Han Muye.
Could it be that this relationship with Vice President Lu is really what I think?
However, Vice-President Lu still has a legitimate son in the family, and the elders and young ones are in order. If he really dares to empty out Vice-President Lu’s courtyard, I’m afraid he will offend the Lu family, right?
Lowering his head, Zuo Lin gritted his teeth and moved the potted plants onto the carriage.
When a road goes dark, there is nothing you can do about it.
I just hope I don't get caught.
"Hey, who are you, you dare to move even Lao Lu's jade epiphyllum?"
"This thing is very precious to him."
Zuo Lin held the flowerpot and froze there.
Looking up, an old man with white beard wearing a coarse cloth shirt with his sleeves rolled up was looking at him curiously.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zuo Lin turned to look at Han Muye.
Han Muye waved his hand and said, "Keep moving."
"And this basin."
Zuo Lin bit the bullet and moved the flowerpot into the car.
The white-bearded old man looked at Han Muye and grinned: "I know, this old Lu must be in debt again."
As he spoke, he looked towards the small courtyard and shouted: "Old Lu, Old Lu, get up quickly, your jade epiphyllum has been moved away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the courtyard opened instantly, and Lu Yuzhou, with disheveled clothes and hair, rushed out.
"Which bastard dares to—"
Seeing that the spot for the jade epiphyllum was empty, Lu Yuzhou just started to curse when he suddenly looked up and saw Han Muye standing in front of him with a smile on his face.
"Brother Han, Han, Han..."
"Pa—" The flowerpot Zuo Lin was holding fell to the ground.
The white-bearded old man on the side stared at Han Muye with curiosity, looking up and down.
"Brother Yuzhou, I've come all the way, why don't you invite me in to sit down?" Han Muye said with a smile, his hands behind his back.
After hearing Han Muye's words, Lu Yuzhou straightened his clothes and held his hands towards Han Muye.
"Thank you, Brother Makino, for taking the initiative."
"please."
In the Battle of Guanjiangkou, if Han Muye hadn't taken action, even if Lu Yuzhou had gone there in person, he probably wouldn't have been able to resolve it so neatly.
He, Lu Yuzhou, couldn't do that by conferring the right to the Shinto on the Eight Counties.
Without the power of conferring divine power to divide the Taoist sects, the eight southeastern counties, including his Dongshan County, would still be in trouble.
Anyway, Wen Xiang will not stand up for such a trivial matter.
Other Confucian and Taoist figures were even more willing to shrink their heads and watch the fun.
"Makino?" The white-bearded old man on the side had bright eyes as he walked towards the small courtyard.
"Lao Yan, aren't you in seclusion at home? Why are you here with me?" Lu Yuzhou glared angrily.
"Hey, you have a visitor, of course I have to come and see you." The white-bearded old man had a smile on his face, his eyes only wandering around Han Muye and Mu Wan.
Lu Yuzhou looked at him, murmured a few words, and raised his hands to invite him in.
Zuo Lin was collecting broken flower pots on the ground at the door when he heard Han Muye's voice.
"Zuo Lin, come here. Move this big pear wood chair back."
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There are two wing rooms in the small courtyard, as well as a study room and a small hall.
Several young men in green robes came forward and saluted Han Muye.
These were the small pine trees and green grass above the dead stars that made the way, and now they are following Lu Yuzhou.
Lu Chenzhou really treated these little guys as his own children.
"It looks like you are making progress. Are you studying at Imperial City Academy?"
Han Muye turned to look at Lu Yuzhou, and then his eyes fell on the wall in front of him.
"This orchid is well painted. The mountain is hidden, and Xu said, is it Mr. Qingteng?"
While talking, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand.
Stepping onto the desk, he reached out and put away the scroll.
Lu Yuzhou trembled in distress at the side.
The smile on the white-bearded old man's face was even brighter.
Han Muye conveniently collected the other painting.
Since they are hung in Lu Yuzhou's study, they are naturally good things.
Zuo Lin moved his paintings and calligraphy back and forth four or five times.
His face now looked dull, and he just did whatever Han Muye told him to do.
Although Lu Yuzhou felt distressed, he moved the things closely to Han Muye.
Han Muye didn't mention the fact that this guy plotted against him and asked him to contribute to Guanjiang Estuary.
Tacitly.
If it weren't for Lu Yuzhou's family's dignity, how could Han Muye be free to show off and become a god at Guanjiangkou?
Han Muye and Mu Wan didn't stay in Lu Yuzhou's yard for long.
He just emptied the two study rooms and a small hall of bookshelves, paintings, tables and chairs, drank another cup of tea, got up and left.
According to what he said, you, Lu Yuzhou, are not a very good character and I will not get close to you.
While speaking, he also looked at Mu Wan.
Mu Wan just lowered her head and smiled.
This made Lao Yan beside him laugh.
Watching Han Muye and the others walk out of the empty courtyard, the smile on Lao Yan's face slowly faded, and his eyes shone brightly.
"Is it really the Makino who became a god with just one word?"
If it weren't for this guy, he wouldn't be interested.
Lu Yuzhou looked at the backs of Han Muye and Mu Wan and nodded, with a look of emotion on his face.
"I didn't expect the method of becoming a god, but I am really able to achieve enlightenment thanks to him."
If it weren't for Han Muye's help, Lu Yuzhou would have become a withered skeleton by now.
Hearing Lu Yuzhou's words, Lao Yan turned his head with a solemn look: "The sky is moving vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement. The terrain is weak, and a gentleman carries great virtues with him?"
Lu Yuzhou nodded.
Lao Yan paced and slowly walked out of the small courtyard.
"It's interesting that such a character comes to the Imperial City."
"The jade epiphyllum will bloom soon, right?"
Lu Yuzhou nodded, his lips twitching slightly.
Jade Epiphyllum is really his favorite...
The carriage was full of things, so Han Muye asked Zuo Lin to take it to the store first, while he and Mu Wan walked around the Imperial City Academy first, and then hired a car to go back.
Zuo Lin drove away, and Han Muye and Mu Wan walked side by side on the boulevard.
"Senior brother, those are all treasures. Aren't you afraid that Zuo Lin will run away with them?" Mu Wan turned to look at Han Muye.
Han Muye laughed heartily.
The things are good things, but they are Confucian and Taoist treasures, and the imprints on them are obvious. Even if they are taken away, it is easy to recover them.
What's more, as long as Zuo Lin is not stupid, he would not dare to take these things.
"It is said that the Yuyan Lake Spring Tide Pavilion in Imperial City Academy has a very beautiful view. Junior sister, shall we go and take a look?" Han Muye stretched out his hand to take Mu Wan's hand.
Mu Wan panicked and retracted her hands into her sleeves.
There are many people here.
But she still nodded with a blushing face.
The two of them walked along the avenue towards the steam-filled pavilion ahead.
At this time, Zuo Lin, who was driving a carriage, stopped in front of a pavilion.
The pavilion was obviously a classroom, and there were sounds of reading coming from it.
Outside the pavilion, there were many young men in long robes sitting on the stone steps, with their heads stretched out and books spread out on their legs.
This is the Confucian scholar who came to listen.
It is said that when the great Confucian scholars in the Imperial City Academy taught knowledge, there were formations in the classrooms that could isolate the sound of the Great Way. If you listened outside, without the sound of the Great Way filling your ears, many knowledge would be difficult to understand.
But for those Confucian students, it is a great blessing to be able to attend. It is probably a lifelong dream to really want to sit in the classroom and listen to lectures like those formal students of the academy.
"Zuo Yulong, Yulong——" Zuo Lin shouted as he jumped off the carriage, causing the Confucian scholars who were listening to frown.
An eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man sitting in front of the stone steps stood up, looked at the place next to him with some reluctance, and then squeezed down the stone steps.
His place was quickly taken.
"Dad, why are you looking for me?" The young man stepped forward, bowed to Zuo Lin, and asked softly.
Zuo Lin reached out and grabbed Zuo Yulong's sleeve, and whispered: "Yulong, don't you want to read the great scholar's handwriting?"
"Dad brought it for you."
Zuo Yulong was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said: "Dad, I am satisfied that I can listen here. Don't spend your spiritual stones on buying Confucian and Taoist classics. Those sold on the street are all fake..."
Before he finished speaking, Zuo Lin had already pulled him onto the carriage frame, pushed him into the carriage, and drove away.
"I'll hurry up and take a good look at you."
Zuo Yulong ran headlong into the carriage and hit his forehead on a big chair.
He looked down and was stunned, his shoulders trembling.
In front of him, on a book, the words are as vivid as flowers.
""Ten Years of Flower Appreciation" Lu Yuzhou's essay, the handwriting of Vice President Lu?"
"Half-Saint Handwriting?"
He slowly raised his head and looked at the books, scrolls, tables and chairs piled in the carriage.
"Dad, you, me, I am your biological child, right?"