Chapter 272 Go to the Eighth Grade Qingyun in leisure time
After collecting the jar, Li Qingxian and Zhou Chunfeng stopped for a while to say goodbye to Meng Huaichuan.
Ye Han was devastated and left Dingnan Palace.
Not long after, Meng Huaichuan returned home in a carriage with two helpers.
"Master Marquis, the ear bottle caused the two people to fight. It either contains a big secret or is a magic weapon that is concealed. Why don't you take it back?"
Meng Huaichuan smiled and said: "Back then, my father sold a treasure to a life magician at a low price. I also asked these questions. What do you think my father said?"
"What did the Duke say?"
"No matter how good the treasures are, they are just objects. To me, Prince Dingnan, one or two treasures are of little use. But exchanging treasures for favors will never be a loss."
"But if the other party feels that everything is clear after buying it, wouldn't we suffer a loss?"
"If the other party remembers the kindness of Prince Dingnan, Prince Dingnan will have one more friend. If the other party doesn't remember the friendship, but remembers Prince Dingnan's kindness, Prince Dingnan will have one less enemy. If the other party repays kindness with enmity, Prince Dingnan will recognize the person in advance.
, is still a good thing. In the final analysis, this world belongs to people, and no one in our Dingnan Palace can take over it, so what’s the use of leaving all the world’s treasures in the palace?”
"Master Hou is smart."
"If you put this "Holy Words" handwritten by Mr. Chunfeng at home, in the next few decades, do you know how many writers will ask for copies of this book? This is something that can be exchanged for those imperial calligraphy and paintings."
"Then the two of them fought to seize the treasure, so wouldn't they be at a disadvantage?"
"Wrong. If they are like me and have a family that has survived for hundreds of years, it would be inappropriate. But one of them has lost his father's protection, and the other has been ostracized by the prince's mansion. If they don't fight, they can only die. The foundation of our Meng family is not
It is from the ancestors of Lao Dingnan King, but from the ancestors who were like wolves and tigers before. The two of them are like wolves and tigers, which is the way forward."
"Who do you like more?"
Meng Huaichuan smiled calmly and said: "Alive."
Returning to Chunfeng Residence, Li Qingxian took out the yellow imperial edict and the ice-cracked ear bottle.
"Yours, or Ye Han's?" Zhou Chunfeng asked.
"What are these words? If they are in my hands, of course they are mine. What does it have to do with Ye Han?" Li Qingxian said without raising his head.
"Have you thought about it clearly?" Zhou Chunfeng asked.
Li Qingxian was silent for a moment and said slowly: "If Ye Han sets foot on Lingxiao, will he leave me a way to survive?"
"Alas..." Zhou Chunfeng sighed.
"I am a life magician." Li Qingxian said again.
Zhou Chunfeng nodded.
Li Qingxian gently touched the old yellow imperial edict, checked it carefully, and repeatedly used the fortune-telling technique, but couldn't find anything, so he gave up for the time being.
Afterwards, I carefully inspected the bottle and found out that the material was strange and I couldn't see anything unusual after using it in various ways.
Zhou Chunfeng said: "Nanxiang Hou said that if this thing is really a treasure, it must hide itself. You can keep it until the end of hiding your strength and biding time, and it will naturally appear in the world."
"It's possible." Li Qingxian nodded.
"As for the old yellow imperial edict, the characters on it were not written by Zhu Yongzhi, but by his students. Zhu Yongzhi had many disciples, and one of them was the last emperor of the An Dynasty."
"The Emperor Anhuo who was poisoned by the eunuch?"
Zhou Chunfeng nodded and said, "I recognize his handwriting, it's not wrong."
Li Qingxian held the old imperial edict, looked at it carefully, and said, "I want to study it carefully."
Zhou Chunfeng took out all the imperial edicts' calligraphy and paintings from the lucky silverbait bag and piled them into a pile.
"These are enough for you to use for a while."
"It won't be a problem to use it for four to five years." Li Qingxian was very satisfied with the collection of more than 300 imperial calligraphy and paintings.
"I will be trading around in the past few days. I will give it to you before the Qingyun test." Zhou Chunfeng said.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhou." Li Qingxian said with a smile on his face.
"Go and prepare for the Eighth-Rank Qingyun Trial. Compared with the Seventh-Rank Qingyun Trial, the Eighth-Rank Qingyun Trial is just a pure competition of strength. It won't be a problem for you to win the first place. However, you can't rely on it."
"yes."
Li Qingxian returned to Jiajiufang and continued to practice.
In October in the sacred city, the heat is gone and the autumn atmosphere is chilling.
It was not yet bright, with only a faint fish belly white showing, and the large courtyard on the left side of the Patrol Division's North Road Hall was crowded with night guards.
When Li Qingxian walked out of Room Jiajiu and walked into the courtyard, the night guards shouted.
"I wish Li Ke a successful career!"
"I wish Li Ke a great success!"
"Li Ke is determined to be the first in the eighth rank!"
"Call me in advance, Li Aoshou."
Fei Yan, the supervisor of the department, He Lei, the head of the house, and some middle and low-level officials from the patrol department were all there.
He Lei walked over with a smile and sent Li Qingxian out with Fei Yan.
Li Qingxian asked doubtfully: "Where is Jingguan? I haven't seen him for almost a month. Why is the factory so busy?"
Fei Yan said in surprise: "You didn't know? He had an urgent errand a while ago, and he left the same day after receiving the order. I haven't seen him for a while."
"Urgent errand? No wonder you didn't tell me when you left. But when will our new housing supervisor arrive?" Li Qingxian asked.
Fei Yan shook his head.
He Lei said: "Don't worry about others for now. When you get to the examination room today, have a good rest and fight with all your strength tomorrow. Don't pay attention to what I told you about the Eighth-Rank Qingyun Examination a few days ago."
"Brother He, don't worry. I've thought about it over and over again and won't be careless."
Accompanied by a group of acquaintances, Li Qingxian walked out of the side door with some night guards who were preparing to participate in the eighth-grade or seventh-grade Qingyun test.
Outside the side door, there are hundreds of tall horses with red silk flowers on their heads lined up.
"Qingxian is out?" Song Baige shouted.
Li Qingxian looked over and saw Song Baige, Qiu Ye, Wang Buku, Jin Yuan, Lu Gaoming and others, as well as the candidates and guard family members standing beside their horses.
Zhou Hen handed the reins of a bloody horse to Li Qingxian and said: "Master Zhou said that I won't give it to you today. When the seventh-grade Wanxiang Qingyun test is over, you and Song Baige will return to the city. He and Master Song Yunjing are in the city.
We will greet you two outside the door. By the way, Mr. Zhou has prepared a piece of calligraphy for you to give to you when Qingyun comes back."
Li Qingxian took the reins and said with a smile: "I will be lucky to receive a gift from Uncle Zhou."
Song Baige on the side got on his horse and said: "Our seventh-grade competition will be held the day after tomorrow, and your eighth-grade competition will be held tomorrow, so we can watch your competition. If you don't win the first place, don't stay in the examination room waiting for me. You can't afford to lose that person, so go back quickly.
Let the gods take the punishment."
Li Qingxian also got on his horse and said with a smile: "No matter what, I will wait outside the Vientiane Map. When the time comes, don't come back empty-handed and only hold the title of an ordinary seventh-level official, which will embarrass your father."
"Bah! Can I compete with you at level 7? Who are the opponents I have met, and who have you met?"
Li Qingxian shouted: "Friends who participated in the Eighth-Rank Qingyun Examination, you have heard that Song Baige, the grandson, looks down on you. If he does not come out at the top in the Seventh-Rank Qingyun Examination the day after tomorrow, let's make a fuss about him and make him infamous."
"Yes, we can't spare him!"
Everyone was making noise and mounting their horses.
"Don't hurt me!" Song Baige wilted when he saw that he had offended so many eighth-level people.
After bidding farewell to Fei Yan, He Lei and others, everyone rode forward slowly and leisurely.
The eighth-grade and seventh-grade candidates are in front, and their guards, family members or entourage are behind.
Zhou Hen and others from Jiajiu Fang followed not far away, watching Li Qingxian chatting and laughing with Song Baige and others.
