A wise woman will pretend to be stupid to satisfy a man's vanity, and a smart man will deliberately be fooled to fulfill a woman's careful thinking.

When men and women get along, that's how the fun comes from.

Although Tian Wanxi is not her own girl...... Huh? Thinking about it like this, I'm really scum to the bone!

The hero was startled by the idea that came up to him subconsciously, and looked at Tian Wanxi's beautiful face full of hope with a little weak heart, as if he was only thirsty for knowledge.

Fortunately, it's still a scholar, and it hasn't become green tea.

"Look, the teacher will only demonstrate it once."

He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it off the cliff, and the stone drew a parabola, and in the blink of an eye it was gone.

Then he said, "Give me your silk handkerchief." ”

"What?"

"There's so much nonsense, do you want to read it?"

Tian Wanxi puffed out her cheeks, turned her back, and handed him a pink silk handkerchief a moment later.

Taken out of his arms? It's still hot!

Resisting the urge to smell it, the hero picked up another stone, tied the four corners of the silk handkerchief to it, and threw it out.

I saw that the silk handkerchief instantly puffed up, and slowly flew out of the cliff with the stone, flying farther and farther, until it completely disappeared from sight.

Tian Wanxi's eyes widened, and her face was full of doubts and excitement that had opened the door to a new world.

"Teacher, this ...... Why is that? ”

"That's why the birds are able to fly."

"The reason why the birds fly ......"

Tian Wanxi muttered and repeated, as if she had entered a state of self-forgetfulness, and from time to time she made movements of slapping her arms, like an old mother...... Ahem, like a pretty little pheasant.

The hero smiled slightly, pulled her away from the edge of the cliff, and went to have a picnic on the lilac-laid sheet.

After a whole day of fun, when it was almost dark, the group returned to the inn tired and excited.

By the window on the second floor of the restaurant across the street, a middle-aged man with a lock of beard under his chin retracted his gaze and asked, "Does he go out to play like this every day?" ”

Lu Xiuzhe, the chief soldier of Qiongguo County, stood behind the middle-aged man with his hands hanging down, looking respectful. "Yes, father."

This middle-aged man is the prince of Liang Guo washing horses, Lu Buwei.

During the day, he wandered aimlessly, going wherever he went, occasionally knocking on the door of the farmhouse, begging for a bowl of water to drink, or borrowing someone's stove to make a fire for cooking, and leaving silver money before leaving.

In the evening, he would board a painting boat from the inn dock. The boy didn't let our people get closer, only that the ship would dock at Wenchaozhuang outside the city after dawn and leave in the evening.

There was a beautiful woman on board, whose identity was unknown. ”

"Wenchaozhuang?" Lu Buwei's eyes flashed with a gleam, "That's the property of Concubine Rong's family." ”

Lu Xiuzhe was taken aback: "How is this possible?" The hero made it clear that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince could not return, so how could he have anything to do with Concubine Rong's people? ”

Lu Buwei pondered for a moment, and suddenly smiled coldly: "Have you forgotten, who did Concubine Rong's niece marry?" ”

"King Pingjun!" Lu Xiuzhe's expression was sudden and weird, "In this way, the beauty who has a private meeting with the hero every night should be the seventeenth side concubine." ”

Lu Buwei nodded, looked out the window again, and tapped his fingertips lightly on the tabletop.

Others only said that the hero took a hot potato, but they didn't know that he could still be so happy. Ren Er thunders and rains, I do what I want, this is the real noble son's style! ”

Lu Xiuzhe remembered the back he saw in the county office, and he agreed and was a little unconvinced, so he asked: "In your opinion, how much success may he have if he goes to Ganliang County?" ”

Lu Buwei thought for a while: "In terms of temperament alone, at least sixty percent." As for the ability, I won't know until I've seen it. ”

So saying, he stood up, straightened his clothes, and commanded, "Go, take me to the door." ”

About a quarter of an hour later, Lu Buwei sat down in front of the hero.

Observing this legendary young palace master with many faces up close, he quickly came to a conclusion in his heart: the rumors cannot be believed, and they must not be disbelieved.

Rubbish? Joke!

Talented? Not necessarily.

Lascivious? Maybe.

Hero? It's still far from it!

He was observing the hero, and the hero was also looking at him, and he came to the conclusion earlier and faster, just one: the old man has a face of a loyal minister, which is very deceptive!

"Lord Lu."

Lu Buwei hurriedly lowered his eyes and turned sideways: "Your Highness has tormented the minister, and the minister's words are calm." ”

Storytelling? Lao Tzu is still talking about cross talk!

The hero smiled and nodded kindly: "Then I'll call you Mr. Pingshu, okay?" ”

"Don't dare, but at the will of His Highness."

"Well, I mean, Ling Lang told Mr. about it, right?!"

"The minister has already learned, but there are still a few things that are not clear, and I implore His Highness to clear up his doubts."

"Yes. Oh yes, His Highness is an impatient and doesn't like to go around the bush, so if you have something to say, you can just say it. Don't worry about anything, it's just you and me in this room, and whatever you say, you will only stay here, and it won't reach your third ear. ”

Lu Buwei's eyelids jumped, he pondered for a moment, arched his hand, and asked tentatively, "Baji Palace...... Are you going to do something to me Liang Guo? ”

The hero nodded without hesitation: "It's obvious." The catastrophe is coming, and we will never allow Shuangzhou to remain a mess in 20 years. ”

"So, dare to ask Your Highness, what does the Eight Poles Palace rely on?" Lu Buwei asked again.

The hero smiled: "I didn't expect Mr. to be a happy person, but this problem is a bit underestimated." If His Royal Highness says one, two, or three plainly, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get half of the truth from Mr. today, right?! ”

This son's mind must not be judged by age!

After adjusting the evaluation of the hero, Lu Buwei stood up and saluted: "The minister is careful, please forgive your highness." ”

"No, you don't." The hero waved his hand very generously, "I have a secret conversation with you, it's just ordinary, but you have to take a lot of risks when you come, and you should be careful."

But then, I hope Mr. Pingshu can be open and honest. I don't have a lot of patience and I don't have a very good temper. ”

"The minister understands."

Lu Buwei sat back, his expression became serious and solemn: "Your Highness, do you know that because the prince has not returned for a long time, my Liang State court is already a golden voice?" ”

"It's just a fuss, you can't fight." The hero said nonchalantly, "King Liang is not yet unconscious, although your country is strong, it is still slightly inferior to my Baji Palace."

If there is a real war, the victory and defeat will be inseparable, and under the stalemate, how can the other eleven countries not be ready to move?

At that time, if you are a little careless, you will make a wedding dress for others, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Therefore, don't look at the fact that your court ministers are making such a good noise, they are just putting pressure on me, because no one believes that my Baji Palace really dares to detain Xiao Gang permanently at the risk of provoking a war.

If my husband hadn't received my message to Ling Lang, wouldn't he have doubted it? ”

"Not bad." Lu Buwei nodded, "It's not a secret, when he received the message from the dog flying pigeon, Xiao Chen was so shocked that he almost couldn't stand. But because of this, the ministers became more and more puzzled, why did the Eight Poles Palace dare to risk the world's condemnation? ”

The hero smiled lightly: "I have heard a saying: those who have attained the Tao have much help, and those who have lost the Tao have little help." Mr. Ping Shu asked himself, is this really a 'big disapproval'? ”