At noon, Feng Yewu and Lu Jue hurried all the way to Langya City, where the Pingyi Palace, was located.

After a brief discussion, the two decided to act in the evening.

Zheng Tianlan's army still needs half a day, and Wei Nanqi and the others will not arrive until the afternoon.

After all, this is the heart of Wang Changgeng's old nest, and it is too loud to swagger through the market in broad daylight, once it is discovered by Wang Changgeng's subordinates, I am afraid that the two of them will not have such good luck this time, and they will be killed directly.

Feng Yewu and Lu Jue arrived at an inn at the entrance of the city, which was also the place where they discussed with everyone when they left.

The two asked Xiao Er to prepare some food and deliver it to the room, and the two went upstairs.

In the room, Feng Yewu pretended to ask Lu Jue casually.

"You said before that my Ye Pilgrim is the integration of the three clans, do you know who they are?"

Lu Jue saw through Feng Yewu's movements at a glance, but he just explained with a slight smile in order to break it.

"The sage made a move, and instantly triggered the vision of heaven and earth, and it will be recorded in detail in our dynasty and the three clans, in Kyoto, Kong Mo is one of the literary circles, there is a strange person in the king of Beichang who is good at snakes and insects, and there is an ancient patriarch in the family of Princess Xiyue is the third."

Feng Yewu saw that Lu Jue didn't say anything more, and asked suspiciously.

"Gone?"

Lu Jue shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Your Majesty really thinks that the sage is a street cabbage, and the other three clans only have one sage, if it weren't for the sages in the clan to check and balance each other, I'm afraid it would have been wiped out long ago."

Feng Yewu also felt that she was thinking too much, and her face was embarrassed, and then she remembered Kong Mo mentioned by Lu Jue, but she had some impressions.

In the previous life, Kong Mo was also a master in the literary world, published books and notes, and his disciples were all over the world, could it be that this person also practiced martial arts in this life?

"This Kong Mo is also a martial arts practitioner?"

Lu Jue shook his head, and there was a strange look in his eyes, and he sighed.

"When this person passed the age of six, he was full of heroic energy, entered the Tao with literature, obtained the mandate of heaven, and was about to die in a hundred years, which is a strange talk."

Feng Yewu was confused when he heard it.

"This person doesn't know martial arts?"

Lu Jue laughed at himself, nodded and sighed.

"Exactly, there are so many people in the world who practice martial arts, reaching the grandmaster is already a genius, and the sages are all people who practice martial arts all their lives, but they don't want to be born as a scholar, and finally become enlightened and holy."

Although his father entered Beijing back then, he was fortunate to see Kong Mo, the majesty of the sage, and the aura of Haoran is still fresh in his memory.

"You just mentioned that one of the other two is under Wei Siyuan?"

Feng Yewu thought that there was still a saint under Wei Siyuan, and he couldn't help but be a little worried that he would rebel in the future.

Lu Jue saw the worried look in Feng Yewu's eyes, but the corners of his mouth hung a hint of playfulness and explained.

"This person has something to do with the first emperor, and he was also sent to the extreme north by the first emperor back then."

Feng Yewu didn't understand what Lu Jue's expression meant, and asked.

"What do you mean by that?"

Only then did Lu Jue tell the rumors he had heard.

At that time, the first emperor was young and fell in love with a woman in the rivers and lakes, and this sage who used poison was just close to the level of the grandmaster, competing for love with the first emperor.

In the end, the woman entered the harem, and the first emperor ascended the throne, originally thinking that everything was over.

But because of his emotional injury, that person finally broke through the realm of the sage, and sneaked into the harem many times to entangle the concubine.

The methods of the sage were impossible for ordinary people to fight at all, and for a time the entire Ye Dynasty Kyoto was in turmoil.

The saint who used poison even opened his mouth to threaten the first emperor, if he and the princess were not satisfied, he would be buried with the world.

Just when the first emperor was desperate, Kong Mo became a sage by chance.

Coincidentally, the sages of the world can't restrain this person who uses poison, but Kong Mo's heroic righteousness is naturally the nemesis of the poison saint.

The two fought outside Kyoto for several days and nights, and the poison saint was defeated and surrendered to the first emperor.

Although the first emperor intended to kill him, as a sage, how could he die easily, and if he provoked him, he would only harm more innocents.

Finally, at the suggestion of the book saint Konmo, he ordered the poison saint to go to the far north to fight against the saints of the Tidi tribe.

After listening to this, Feng Yewu was shocked in his heart, there was no such shocking story in his previous life.

Lu Jue smiled slightly and said: "Your Majesty doesn't have to worry that the Poison Saint will be used by the King of Beichang, after all, the Saints check and balance each other, and they must not easily meddle in worldly affairs, otherwise they will attack them in groups." ”

Feng Yewu nodded slightly, but she was still a little uneasy in her heart.

The existence of the Sage has always exceeded her expectations, and when she heard Lu Jue's story, she was even in a trance.

Begin to doubt the world as you know it.

After experiencing the changes in the previous life, after Feng Yewu was reborn, he always felt that as long as the dynasty was stable, he would never repeat the mistakes of the past for King Beichang and others, but now, there are still more unknown factors.

"By the way, Your Majesty, do you know why Kong Mo has been living in Kyoto all this time?"

Lu Jue simply didn't wait for Feng Yewu to ask anything, but took the initiative to speak.

Feng Yewu was stunned, if it wasn't for Lu Jue to mention it, she didn't expect this.

Lu Jue grew up in the Zhenbei General's Mansion since he was a child, and he knows a lot about the rivers and lakes and the court, and because he was born in a general's family, he has also heard of many secret things.

"Kong Mo has studied hard since he was a child, and he met the first emperor when he was in Weifu, which can be described as a confidant friend, and later the first emperor ascended the throne, intending to recruit Kong Mo into the court as a minister, but Kong Mo refused, and the reason for refusal has always been circulated among the people of Kyoto."

"Why?"

Feng Yewu's curiosity at the moment was completely driven by Lu Jue, and he couldn't help but ask.

"At that time, the first emperor invited Kong Mo to enter the court, Kong Mo refused one by one, at first said that the temperament was wild, not suitable for the court, the first emperor allowed him to have nothing to do without having to go to the early court, enter the palace at will, the last time Kong Mo said to the first emperor who came to the door in person, the first emperor needs courtiers, and those who share worries are also for a while, and they teach and educate people silently, and they are willing to pave the way for the Ye Dynasty."

After Lu Jue finished speaking, Feng Yewu fell into deep thought, and softly repeated Kong Mo's words back then.

Those who share worries are also for a while, and they are also teaching and educating people for a lifetime.

I couldn't help but admire Kong Mo a little more in Feng Yewu's heart.

With such an open-mindedness, in the face of the promise of the princely generals, he still takes the development of the Ye Dynasty as his own responsibility.

It is only natural that such a person and such a mind can be sanctified.

Lu Jue looked at the pensive Feng Yewu, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"So Your Majesty can rest assured, if that poison saint really intends to help the king of Beichang, I am afraid that the book saint will never sit idly by."

Feng Yewu finally understood why Lu Jue was not worried that the King of Beichang would have the help of a sage.

"Although the army of the Ye Dynasty is all looking to the head of the king of Changwu, but the hundreds of scholars, who does not worship the book saint Kongmo in their hearts? As long as Kong Mo has been sitting in Kyoto, the world's strategists and scholars will worship under the Son of Heaven and be used by His Majesty. ”

Lu Jue chuckled, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Feng Yewu as he spoke.