After the Luoyi Alliance, King Lu Chai Kao contracted a strange illness and was bedridden. King Lu had two sons, the eldest son was born to Mrs. Wu, named Hai; The second son was born to Mrs. Ai and was named Xiaobai.

Da Li has always been the eldest son, and the son Hai is arrogant and extravagant, and he was abolished by King Lu. Gongzi Xiaobai went to Lidu as a hostage at the age of five, and did not return to Lu until he was fifteen years old to perform the crown ceremony.

Gongzihai was abolished, but he didn't care, the eldest son in the world has always been the heir, and Gongzi Xiaobai has only been back to Lu for three years, the foundation is still shallow, and he doesn't ask about state affairs.

Most of the Ludushi clan are headed by Taibao, and a small number of stubborn people are clinging to Taifu, trying in vain to have the art of returning to heaven.

Xiaobai returned to Lu, and his whereabouts were unknown, and the scholars of the Lu State advised Gongzi Hai to be his heir, but King Lu only didn't hear it.

100,000 soldiers arrayed Ludu, and everyone knew what they wanted and tacitly understood. Mrs. Wu has always been careful, although Gongzi Xiaobai's foundation is shallow and nowhere to be seen, but it is always right to prevent problems before they happen.

"Father, are you in good health?" Gongzihai knelt on his knees, holding the spittoon in his hand, like a great filial son, but betrayed him with a flirtatious smile on his face.

Who said he would only be arrogant and lascivious? He has always been ambitious, but if Chai Kao does not die for a day, he will not be at peace for a day.

Lu Wang Chai Kao spit out a mouthful of phlegm on Gongzihai's face, wanting to scold but out of breath, not a word popped out of his mouth.

"When will my father not make me his heir? Now that 100,000 soldiers are guarding Ludu, Xiaobai is afraid that he will not be able to come. Gongzihai didn't care about the dirt on his face, and still greeted him with a smile.

Chai Kao's fingers trembled, and he pointed at Gongzihai and couldn't speak.

"Father, rest in peace, what you don't want to do, I will do it for you. It's just a King Lu, I don't care yet. Childe wiped the dirt off his face and turned to go out.

The next day, all the people in Lu wept and the king of Lu died. King Lu is virtuous, raising the people with the way of the etheric master, lightly dispensing with meager endowments, and controlling floods. It is Qi Min, and now he is proud of being Lu Min.

"The country can't be without a king for a day, the first king resigned suddenly, the whole country mourned, Gongzi Hai is a grandson, and he should succeed to the throne." Taibao Lu Xu said.

"The first king abolished the heir, if he is established again, it should be the son Xiaobai." Taifu Aiqu is-for-tat.

"It has always been the eldest son, how can he come out as a concubine?" Lu Xu retorted.

"If you are not filial to your son and have an affair with your wife, can you be a king? is disloyal to the minister, and he is forced to work hard, but can he be a king? ”

Taifu and Taibao have always been at odds, and the sergeant clan is arguing endlessly. The son of Taibao married the eldest daughter of King Lu and Lady Wu, and Taifu was the father of Lady Ai. is not only a pillar of the country, but also a matter of one's own body, the two are noisy and refuse to give up.

The two princes fought each other, the scholars stood in the position, most of them stood on the side of Taibao Lu Xu, and a few had a stake, although there was little hope, but they could only stand on the side of Taifu Aiqu.

Gongzihai looked at it coldly and wrote down all the people in Aiqu's family. He has always held grudges, gentlemen take revenge, ten years is not too late, firewood poster revenge, never overnight.

Lu has three dukes, Taifu Aiqu, Taibao Lu Xu, and Taishi Yin Yin. Taifu Aiqu and Taibao Lu Xu, from childhood to old age, have been opponents. Ai's and Lu's, people don't intermarry, and horses don't have different grooves.

Yin Yin, the master of Huang Lao's learning, as his name suggests, is both a master and a hermit, which is rare to see. It is rumored that Zichou had apprenticed to Yin Yin when he was young, this is a rumor, I don't know who spread it.

However, it is indeed Yin Yin who pushes Zichou to the first saint in the world.

The one who pushed Confucianism to the table of Luoyi School Palace was indeed Yin Yin.

Before Zichou, the wine of the school palace was Yin Yin, and the official school of the world was also the study of Huang Lao.

Zichou and Yin Yin Xuegong discussed the Tao for three days and three nights. Yin Yin advocates the rule of inaction, and Zichou advocates benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, and faith.

No one knows the content of the Xue Palace, and three days later, Yin Yin returned to the country of Yin Lu and asked about the mountain, and Zichou served as a sacrificial wine.

King Lu died, how could Yin Yin not know. If you know, why don't you return?

Twenty miles outside Ludu, there was an ox cart slowly coming. The driver was a young man in sackcloth, and there was a strange old man lying on the ox cart, drinking with a gourd in his left hand and a bamboo slip in his right hand preaching.

"Doing nothing is not doing nothing, doing but not doing." The strange old man took a sip of wine and said a word. The young man read it again and remembered it in his heart.

"Copper and iron do not forge swords, and the farmer cannot eat." The old man took another sip and said another. The young man read it again and remembered it in his heart.

"Silk can be warm, hemp can also be warm, clothes are silk and linen, not as good as clothes and linen." When the old man finished speaking, he ran out of wine and fell asleep soundly.

The ox cart is stable, steady is slow, slow is natural, nature is the avenue, the avenue is simple, and the avenue is inactive.

"Slow down, slow down." The old man probably didn't fall asleep because he hated the bumps.

The young man has a very good temperament, and he does not control oxen. The cows flick their tails and graze, turning out new shoots from a thin layer of snow, chewing and swallowing slowly, unhurriedly.

One cow and two people, slowly and leisurely, thirty miles a day, is really slow.

Even if there were still twenty miles left from Ludu, it was also grinding until noon on the second day, and it was already after the young man had thrown a few whips, and the ox had quickened his pace. The ox cart creaked and creaked, and there were traces of the snow, stretching from Wendao Mountain to Ludu.

"Master, it's here." The young man called softly.

The old man sat in an ox cart, straightened his clothes, held a gourd in his left hand, and lost a drop of wine; Holding a bamboo slip in his right hand, not a word was missing. The young man drove into the city, and if there was no one around, 100,000 soldiers were waiting for him, and no one dared to stop him.

"Just let him into the city?" Childe Hai asked.

"Hai, Mr. Yin, you must be respectful." Mrs. Wu replied.

Gongzihai didn't say a word, and followed Mrs. Wu back to the palace to wait. He had waited too long for this day, and it was not bad for a while.

The ox cart entered Ludu, and then entered the palace, until outside the palace, it stopped.

The Manchu scholars, together with Gongzi Hai, Wu and Ai, all saluted the old man.

"Taishi, the first king died, and Gongzi Hai should be established as a concubine, this is the rule." Taibao Lu Xu said.

"The Son of Heaven has been abolished, and he should be Xiaobai again." Taifu Aiqu argued.

"Xiaobai." Yin Yin called out.

The young man walked over, Yin Yin turned around and walked out of the main hall, and everyone didn't know why.

Mrs. Wu's face changed drastically, and she asked, "Taishi, why is Xiaobai and Hai is the eldest son."

Yin Yin beckoned Gongzihai to come over, and Gongzihai showed joy and trotted all the way.

"How about you driving for me?" Yin Yin said.

Gongzihai's face was gloomy and he didn't say a word.

Yin Yin drove and drove away, just a word, only two words, that's all.

Taifu Aiqu was overjoyed, knelt down and shouted: "Welcome to my king."

The Manchu scholars were either happy or bitter, knelt down one after another, and shouted: "Welcome to my king."

Gongzihai flicked his sleeves and left, Taibao Lu Xu's face was full of bitterness, the Manchu dynasty had almost surrendered, and he had no power to return to the sky, so he had to bow down and shout: "Welcome to my king."

Ludu's 100,000 soldiers were evacuated overnight.

Taibao Lu Xu resigned, and overnight, the country lost a pillar.

Mrs. Wu hanged herself, the favorite concubine of the former king, and now she has died and followed Chai Kao.

As for Childe's sea, overnight, it disappeared. The crowd could only guess whether he was dead, imprisoned, or escaped. Dare to guess, but dare not speak.

The nobles of the Manchu Dynasty, thousands of troops and horses, could not withstand the words of the sage.

Xiaobai had no sleep all night, and in addition to joy, he was more sad.

Sadness is not the death of his father, he does not have much affection for Chai Kao, before the age of five, he is a concubine; After the age of five, he was a hostage. Father's love is not as good as a bowl of rice to him. In the past eighteen years, except for the meager love given by the weak mother, there is not much warmth anymore.

Warm, sarcastic words.

Three days ago, the light snow did not arrive, and it rained lightly. Yin Yin asked: "Xiaobai, from here to the west, is Li Du; To the east, there is Ludu. It's up to you wherever you go. ”

Xiaobai didn't answer, Yin Yin didn't ask, and rested on the ox cart covered with warm straw.

To the west, eighty miles to the capital. Xiaobai calculated, it will take two days. The ox cart was too slow, and the road was slippery, and it traveled for an hour, less than three miles, so it turned around.

To the west, it is exactly a hundred miles to Ludu. Xiaobai calculated, it will take two and a half days. The ox cart was slower, the road was more slippery, and after two days, there were still twenty miles left.

He knew that when he turned the ox cart, Yin Yin sighed and laughed a few more times.

Xiaobai was thinking, if he had to do it all over again, would he have walked three miles more?

What promises are just children's jokes, and they can't be taken seriously, let alone keep them all their lives.

I didn't sleep all night, so I just got up early. Xiaobai, at this time, he should be called King Lu. King Lu Xiaobai practiced swords and read.

Practicing swords is to survive, and when he returned to Lu, he hid this short sword, never left his body, and now he doesn't need it. No, he was not willing to throw it away, and even liked it sincerely.

Three years ago, he traveled alone from Ludu to Wendao Mountain overnight, and this sword killed a green-eyed beast, and also killed five minions of Gongzihai, and even used it to cut grass roots.

Reading is for self-cultivation. Self-cultivation is a Confucian doctrine and a Taoist doctrine. Confucian gentlemen first cultivate themselves, then Qi family, then govern the country, and finally level the world. Taoist self-cultivation is different from the outside, the surface is inaction, and the inside is dormant.

Compared with Confucianism's self-cultivation, he prefers Taoism, not only because of his study under Yin Yin, but also because of hibernation, these two words interpret his entire eighteen years.

An hour later, the rising sun rose in the east and the world was white, and he, crowned as the king, was no longer a concubine who endured white eyes, no longer a guest in a foreign country, and no longer a student who drove and chopped wood for others, he, Xiaobai, was the king of Lu.

Everything is so natural, the soldiers of the Lu country, the Lu Dushi clan, knelt down one by one. No one has any criticism, and those who have criticized have shut up.

As for where Gongzihai went, he didn't care anymore. The loser is out, and he is not even qualified to be a spectator. In the past, only Gongzi Hai played against Xiaobai, Xiaobai was weak, and Gongzi Hai was strong. Eighteen years, he has suffered for eighteen years. Back to Lu and the crown, he showed weakness to Gongzihai, not willingly, but having to. In the past three years, eight or nine out of ten of the scholars fell to Gongzihai, and the soldiers of the Lu State secretly surrendered to Gongzihai, he had nothing and too few chips. Only one son was lost, he only lost one son in three years, and he won the bet, and the saint's words were better than the thousands of words of the scholars, and better than the thousands of troops and horses of the Lu country. Now the only people who are qualified to play against Xiaobai are the princes of the world, Xiong Ran, the king of Chu, Song Xiao, the king of Song, and the king of Hous. Others, either as spectators or pawns. Of course, except for He Tianzi, he is the Son of Heaven, and Xiaobai is the king.