The night is getting deeper, the crescent moon is like a hook, the sky is full of cold stars, and the faint light spreads a hazy silver mist for the entire Chang'an City. The Puwang Mansion entrenched in Yankang Fang was like a silent giant beast, lying quietly on the ground. In the palace, the middle road and the east road are all dim, quiet and silent, only the west road is brightly lit, but there is still no lively atmosphere. Occasionally, a few servants and maidservants with lanterns passed by, and they also suppressed their laughter, as if they were afraid of alarming something.

Li Hui leaned on the long couch, holding a table in one hand and a dagger inlaid with gems in the palm of the other, playing carefully. He had just bathed, his black hair was scattered, and his undergarment was slightly open, revealing a smooth, undulating chest. During the casual movements, the underwear rubbed gently, sometimes opening and sometimes closing, and the scenery inside the clothes was everywhere, so that the maids serving next to him couldn't help but blush their cheeks, and couldn't stop secretly looking at him, their eyes were pulsing. But he suddenly didn't realize anything, his handsome face seemed to be smiling, almost distracted.

Mother Zhang quietly opened the two maids who were quite eager to try, and then personally served the white fungus soup: "San Langjun, what is so special about this dagger?" The slave looked at it, and there was no difference from the daggers of the Hu people hidden in the storehouse. Among the earthen instruments brought by Wang Langjun, there are more than 20 daggers alone? ”

Li Hui smiled, took out the pile of daggers beside him and looked at them: "Mother Fu looks carefully, you can see that each dagger comes from a different place, and there are some extraordinary things - this handle was purchased when he was in Lingzhou, and this handle was purchased when he was in Guangzhou, not only the decoration and carving are different, but even the lines and shapes of the daggers are not the same. It's hard for him to cram all this in a car, and he has to worry about not being seen. ”

In the eyes of outsiders, the prince dared to bring a car of ordinary tuyi to meet the king of Xin'an County, which was enough to make people laugh. The dignified king of the heavenly family, born in the rich and glorious township, what rare treasure has not been seen? I'm afraid that even if he puts the priceless jade and coral trees in front of him, his face will not change. If ordinary people have the opportunity to give gifts to the county king, they will definitely do their best to come up with rare things. And he actually dared to give Tuyi in a remote place on the border as a gift, wouldn't it be a humiliation to the king of the county?

However, what is surprising is that the king of Xin'an not only accepted the car, but also lent the other courtyard to live with the prince as a master and apprentice. Many people couldn't help but muttered about the good temper of this county king, or speculated about how deep Mr. Song's friendship with His Royal Highness King Pu was, and after two or three years, he could still get a different look at the king of Xin'an County.

Of course, no one will know how many gifts were hidden in the ordinary-looking earthen ritual of the car, which was enough to make the king of Xin'an County happy—not to mention the various Hu daggers and longbows, which were the landscapes and folklore maps drawn by his close friends everywhere he went, which was enough to make him fall in love. To him, whatever the prince gave him was a treasure of great value.

Mother Zhang looked left and right, and she really couldn't see the difference between those daggers and curved bows, but the happy mood of her own little county king was clear at a glance. She couldn't help but smile: "Fang Cai should really leave Wang Langjun behind to eat together." Speaking of which, the shrimp paste used in the kitchen today was sent back from Guangzhou by him before. ”

The prince's gift is more than a cart today. Every time he writes a letter, he never forgets to bring some local rituals. Although it is not much, it is rare, and it takes a lot of thought. Year after year, month after month, it never stopped, which not only moved the Yan family and the Zhou family, but also made the Pu Wangfu have a good impression of him. Especially the people around Li Hui, they all sincerely regard him as the second master.

Li Hui smiled slightly: "It turned out to be shrimp paste from Guangzhou, it does taste very light, and it tastes good, he also mentioned it in the letter." In the future, he brought back more food and let the kitchen cook more. Taking advantage of the absence of my grandmother and sister-in-law, I will taste them one by one. "In the past, he couldn't decide the food for three meals a day, but now that he has finally turned over, it should be up to his preferences.

"The slave can save it." Mother Zhang also knew his thoughts, and couldn't help but purse her lips and laugh.

Then, Li Hui personally wiped the newly acquired daggers clean and placed them one by one on the mahogany knife holder in the corner. The knife holder stands against the wall, covering the entire wall, and is extremely elaborately designed. On the left side of the knife holder are the horizontal knives and obstacles given to him by the first emperor, and in the middle are the obstacles and daggers given to him by the current saints and grandmother brothers, and the right side, which was originally empty, is now full of daggers.

As he admired the weapons to his contented contentment, a figure slowly pushed the door open, shutting out the bitter cold wind. Mother Zhang looked back when she heard the sound, smiled kindly, and quietly retreated with the maids. The man silently came up behind him and stood silently, admiring the vast collection of weapons with him.

After a long time, Li Hui suddenly moved and picked up the horizontal knife rewarded by the first emperor. The knife that had been full of blood on the battlefield suddenly came out of its sheath, and the cold light reflected on his face, making his expression a little more cold. However, when the sword light was put away, he was still the gentle and harmless King of Xin'an County, who had an excellent temper.

"Zixian?" After collecting the knife, Li Hui found Wang Zixian behind him, and his eyebrows and eyes were curved, "When did you come?" Why not to be silent? I thought I'd have to ask you where these daggers and the longbow are coming from. Presumably everything has a long or short story, right? ”

"Oh, these stories can be told for days and nights - some of which I have mentioned in my letters, do you remember?" Wang Zixian looked at him deeply, but the cold expression of his mind lingered. He suddenly noticed that the other party seemed to have a vague temperament that he had never seen before. This made him a little surprised, a little regretful, but more than that, it was a bloody excitement.

He was surprised that Li Hui was far from being as gentle and harmless as he once was, and he also regretted that he had not accompanied him in the past two or three years. He was even more excited about the darkness and ruthlessness that he had hidden, and perhaps it was very likely that Li Hui would accept it without any guilt. After all, he has never been as naïve and ignorant as the King of Tianshui, and he also has surging emotions in his heart, and he also has a backlog of dissatisfaction, grievances, and anger, so it is easier to understand what he is doing.

"Of course I do." Li Hui said, casually taking down a deer antler bow, "Why don't you tell me where you got this bow?" ”

At some point, the silky snow fell lightly and fell silently to the ground. The white snow seems to block out all the noise, restoring the tranquility of the first opening of Hongmeng between heaven and earth, and also isolating the lights of countless people's homes. The two people who walked in this hall and laughed and talked with each other were like being alone in a world and leisurely.

Whoever is suspicious of them, whoever is calculating them, whoever is hatching any earth-shattering conspiracy - at this moment, this qiē has nothing to do with them. What they care about, what they put in their eyes, what they think, what they talk and laugh at, is only the other person.

The next day, the prince went to the Guozijian to restore his identity, and met with the scholars and officials such as the Guozijian wine and the priest. Of course, at the same time as the visit, the corresponding earthen ceremony was also sent, which was not too expensive, but it was also really pleasing - but among the literati, who doesn't like the four treasures of the study? It's not precious, but it's chic, isn't it?

He came back a little late, and he didn't catch up with the internal examination of Guozijian. However, while the list had not yet been submitted to Shangshu Province, the sacrificial wine was in charge, and the scholars surrounded him and carefully examined him.

Ordinary people are somewhat nervous and at a loss when facing so many scholars. But is the prince an ordinary person? Not only did he look calm, but when he answered the question, he was full of thoughts, and he almost sighed for a moment before swiping his pen. After completing the policy discussion, another scholar asked him a few Jingyi questions that he would not take in the Jinshi course, and he also answered them fluently.

"Tut, this time in the provincial exam, the students of our Guozijian are going to be in the limelight again!" The priest of the country laughed loudly, "At a young age, his talent and knowledge are so outstanding, he can't be said to be a first-class leader!" Alas, if the old man's hands and feet were a little faster, how could he miss such a piece of beautiful jade? "In the past two or three years, although there have been some students of Guozijian who have won the middle school, only Zheng Qin, that is, Zheng Langjun, who presented his goodwill to the prince back then, has won an ordinary Yidi-shaped head. When it comes to scenery, it is far worse than when Yang Qian won the first place in the middle class four years ago.

"It's not that we are slow, it's that Song Gong is too fast!" Zuo Siye also smiled, and shook his head at the prince with some regret, "When my old friend entrusted him to take care of him, he should have taken him in as an apprentice!" Who knew that it was just a little late, and he taught Song Gong to snatch it! ”

All the scholars echoed for a while, and between talking and laughing, their faces were extremely relaxed. Although they are not the prince's serious apprentices, they are also his teachers, and if he can really become the youngest head of the dynasty, he will be honored.

Wang Zixian immediately humbled a few words and said something like not daring. All the scholars were full of confidence in him, and they all promised to give a post to the examiner of the Ministry of Officials on his behalf. In addition, when Mr. Song returned to Beijing, he actually lived in King Pu's other courtyard, so he had to entertain this group of former colleagues and friends.

The prince promised to come down on behalf of Mr. Song, and after saluting and saying goodbye to the scholars, he left in a hurry.

Guozi Priest Wine and the two priests slowly returned to the public house, and asked with a smile: "The second prince thinks that this son is higher or lower than Yang Mingdu (Yang Qian)?" ”

The left and right Siye were stunned, looked at each other, and didn't know how to answer for a while. They naturally have their own biases in their hearts, but if they say the answer, they will inevitably offend people. After all, if the sacrificial wine can ask this, it means that he doesn't care about the Yang family of Hongnong County, and he also values the prince's offering. And the Hongnong County Mansion is the maiden home of Concubine Yang and Concubine Yang Xian, the mother family of the eldest prince, how can it be offended lightly?

The sacrificial wine looked back at them, shook his head, and sighed, "This is the reason why you can't receive disciples with excellent qualifications...... Scold...... As for the old man, he has never looked away for so many years, but he can't see through this son. With this alone, he is better than Yang Mingdu. ”

Both the left and right divisions were silent, neither echoing nor refuting.

And that night, these few comments of the country's priest wine reached the ears of many people. There are those who are slight; There are those who are afraid; There are those who are angry; There are those who disdain; There are those who are jealous; There are those who are interested - and there are those who don't care.