When the Star Building was raging like a storm, the letter written by the emperor of Yanling in the imperial study was sent to the Ministry of Penalty soon. The Minister of Penalty, Wang Zhizhang who was always worried these days received it. After opening it, he turned pale. Then under the astonished eyes of all the officials in the Ministry of Penalty, he walked out of the hall and told the guards to prepare a carriage. Afterward, he left the ministry.
The coachman invited this big shot, one of the six ministers at the imperial court into the carriage and didn’t forget to ask where he would go. The minster just spoke out an address and then kept silent. The coachman didn’t dare to neglect him and soon waved the horsewhip to drive the horse away, walking slowly along the street in front of the Ministry of Penalty.
In the carriage, Wang Zhizhang still held the letter written by the emperor personally with red ink and showed a complicated expression. He was
Walking out of the small courtyard, Wang Zhizhang came to the lane and happened to see the girl selected by the emperor personally to read for Wang Yanqing standing at the entrance to the lane. She was dressed in a blue dress and stood there silently. Only one person could pass this narrow lane, so the girl just waited at the entrance and didn’t walk to the lane in a hurry.When Wang Zhizhang came to the entrance, the girl holding two books bowed to this high official at the imperial court and entered the lane slowly, without saying anything.The common people living in Luoyang City would like to have fun when they were free at ordinary times, and one of their amusements was to say that the housekeeper in an official’s family could compare with another official of a certain rank at the imperial court. However, in fact, the higher position the officials were in, they would restrain the servants in their families more. Otherwise, if the servants put on airs a
Even though Li Fuyao thought Qing Huai was too quiet, he could hardly deny that this teenage girl whose clothes were all the same color of green was a nice person after they walked together for so long. If anyone thought it was improper, and he might say that she was a nice demon.Others didn’t know, but Li Fuyao had no doubt.These days, Li Fuyao finally promoted his cultivation to the peak of the Intent Stage and was close to breakthrough. Then he could enter the second stage, the Focus Stage, but he had paid a huge price. Qing Huai beat him with the green strands all day long when she was bored. She beat him when he made a fire and cooked and even before they went to bed at night.The machete Li Fuyao had grabbed from the scholar Huang Jin was broken into halves in an evening, which meant he had to walk forward with half a machete before he reached the Sword Mountain. A swordsman who had no sword wanted to take a machete as a sword, but late
Anybody else who said that there was too much water mixed in the wine in front of the shopkeeper would be kicked out of the tavern, but this middle-aged woman wasn’t angry. She just chuckled, “Only you said so these years, sir.”Li Fuyao looked steadily forward and didn’t give a glance at the middle-aged woman’s plump breasts that she showed purposely. After drinking a bowl of wine, he stated in a low voice, “It must be because you have only three customers in this tavern these years, Lady.”The middle-aged woman was surprised and then laughed, “Sir, this joke is not funny.”Li Fuyao stopped talking and just drank.The middle-aged woman just looked at him several times in astonishment and then ignored this weird customer. She turned around and returned to the counter. Then surprise on her face was replaced with excitement as she saw customers again in the tavern.Qing Huai sat at the table for about eight minutes and f
Mr. Liang who had entered the tavern glanced at the middle-aged woman standing by the counter several times and then looked at Li Fuyao who still drank alone sitting at the table.This Confucian cultivator named Liang Shu wasn’t anxious to take actions or speak. He just stood on the way to come out and thought of something.As one of the more than ten cultivators in the army of the North Military Government, Liang Shu was leisurely at ordinary times and had nothing else to worry after practicing every day. Although they were guarding the north border, Yanling and Dayu didn’t start a war, so he didn’t need to take actions. However, when such a cultivator who was absorbed in cultivating found that he couldn’t make progress, and even moved ahead slowly, he felt sad. So since he worked in the North Military Government and guarded the north border for Yanling more than ten years ago after he left that Luoshui Academy, he found for the first time that he was abou
In the heavy rain, Mr. Liang who had entered the tavern was thrown out and fell on the muddy ground, with mud all over his body.And he couldn’t get up immediately but struggled for a long time. He had to lie in the mud and look at the old Confucian scholar who showed up at the door of the tavern.Such a scene made the more than ten cavalrymen who came with Mr. Liang look at one another speechlessly, and then they turned to the middle-aged leader at the same time in the end.The middle-aged man looked solemn. They came out this time without the order of the North Military Government, and even Liang Shu didn’t get the government’s permission. It was a private action and it was no problem if Liang Shu died here. Then if the North Military Government investigated this case, they could probably put the blame on Liang Shu. While in fact, they came out mostly because Liang Shu wanted the demon core and couldn’t go out alone in secret, and he paid som
Outside the tavern, the rain poured down. The middle-aged man in armor told his cavalrymen to move Liang Shu’s dead body onto the horse’s back and take it back to the North Military Government. This military official from the government didn’t even dare to ask about the old Confucian scholar’s background. He would rather explain to the North Military Government than take the risk of being injured or killed by that old Confucian scholar.Dozens of cavalrymen went away silently in the heavy rain and took away nothing, but Mr. Liang’s life and countless arrows were lost.In the tavern, Li Fuyao and the old Confucian scholar sat face to face while drinking and had a small talk. The old man was a scholar and occasionally talked about the elementary books those scholars knew but stopped at a certain point in the beginning, being afraid that Li Fuyao knew nothing as he was not a Confucian cultivator. However, in the end, after he found that this boy knew a lot, he
The Confucian scholars of the past said that it was better to walk ten thousand miles than to read ten thousand books, and this old Confucian scholar might be the best example. This old scholar who had been to many places was quite learned, which made Li Fuyao admire him.The rain hadn’t stopped, but the teenage girl finally opened her eyes. Afterward, this girl who slept soundly after drinking some wine soon became sober. She sat straight and then had a look at the tavern’s situation. She didn’t ask but found that it was still raining. Then she sat there and looked calm.The old Confucian scholar drank a lot but didn’t seem to be drunk. Seeing that the girl woke up, he didn’t pay attention to her but stood up. He pulled that middle-aged woman aside and said something. The woman pondered unwillingly for quite a while before nodding.The old Confucian scholar returned to his seat and then stated, “In late spring this year, the Daoist assembly wh
Since the rain stopped and the sun showed up before they came to the tavern, Wang Yanqing thought it was not the right time for him to see that old master yet, so he wasn’t anxious to go to the tavern. He just told the coachman to walk along the official road slowly and listened to Chunshui who was reading the book Travel around the World at the Age of Sixty. He nodded occasionally and his expression didn’t change.The book Travel around the World at the Age of Sixty in Chunshui’s hand was written by a poor scholar, who was travelling for a lifetime. That scholar was at a low stage and wasn’t learned enough, and his writing skill was not very good in Wang Yanqing’s eyes, but the words were affectionate and sincere, and it was a nice book. The scholar whose name wasn’t remembered had only one book handed down in the world. The emperor of Yanling loved this book very much. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have chosen it in person and told Chunshui to take it out of the imperial pal