The boat that Lu Dongli and the Wind Festival took was breaking the waves for thousands of miles and heading away.

As soon as Sister He Xiu and He Yong were reunited, Feng Jinjie hurried out of the city quietly with Lu Dongliang. When he arrived at the next city, he dismissed all his attendants, leaving only the two of them to accompany each other. Then, Feng Jinjie used his own means to bring a new identity certificate for Lu Yinguanwen, and quickly changed the names and surnames of the two.

At the same time, he also re-purchased clothes for Lu Dongli, re-cut his hair and comb his hair, and then skillfully trimmed his beard and eyebrows in a place where no one was, so in the eyes of others, Lu Dongli's appearance has changed greatly. Even if you have seen someone a few days ago, it is difficult to recognize him at a glance.

Of course, when he was busy with Lu Dongli's image, he didn't forget to slightly change his appearance, clothing and other characteristics by the way. Then, the two abandoned the carriage and horse, and did not go straight to the capital, but hired a boat to take the waterway and go around the long and zigzag.

This move, in Lu Dongli's view, is really too cautious. Everyone in the world knows that Lu Dongli is dead, and his current appearance is completely different from the old days, so why is it necessary to be so cautious.

And the Wind Festival insists that everything is always careful. For him, Lu Dongli's safety is too important, that is, there doesn't seem to be any trouble for the time being, and he doesn't want any accidents to happen.

He knew that in order to fight for Sister He Xiu's future, he couldn't help but make things too big. If these two so-called benefactors want to completely get out of the eyes of the world, it is best to change their identities as soon as possible to avoid accidents.

These measures are just to prevent problems before they happen. He has always been careful not to expose any flaws in himself and Lu Dongli, and refuses to leave any signs related to Lu Dongli and the Fengjin Festival back then. Even the last letter he wrote to Sister He Xiu and his wife, he deliberately changed his handwriting to write.

He took care of everything, except for the three words that Lu Dongli named the child.

At that time, Sister Xiu and He Yong knelt on the ground to pray for their names. Too solemn, too serious. Such respect cannot but be reciprocated with the same respect.

Not to mention that Lu Dongli can't speak, he can only write if he wants to choose a name, and even if he can speak, he must not hastily report a name. Both of them were illiterate and did not write down their names one by one. This couple, where to find out that the Jun in the name is the "Jun", and which "Xian" is Xian? If the child's name ends up being He County, then how can it be born?

It's not that he didn't think that Lu Dongli should be stopped. However, at that moment, when he saw Lu Dongli's expression that was always a pool of stagnant water and the four major were empty, there was finally a change, and with such a vivid touch, how could he stop it.

Just three words. Even if you are familiar with Lu Dongli's writing, how much can you see from three words? This little bit of risk, compared to the renewed vitality on Lu Dongli's face, how could it not be worth it.

He didn't expect that the world was so coincidental that the number one think tank around King Rui would happen to pass through Gangneung, and he happened to hear the legend and was just interested. He didn't expect that there would be people in this world who would study Lu Dongli's handwriting so thoroughly because of some strange psychology.

Creation makes people. But that's it.

Therefore, on this day, the sky is high and the wind is good. He took his best friend and went down the river, still carefully thinking about how to heal the most important friend of his life, how to quietly rescue the virtuous woman and the fatherless child, how to reunite their family, how to help them leave this cold and dark country forever.

He was very steady. But I don't know. That uncertain fate. What a joke you'll play with him.

Thousands of miles away, deep in a small building. In the main control room, the students talked and laughed, leisurely looking at the ups and downs of everyone's fate in the monitors.

They are gods, they are in control of everything, they know everything. They have seen too much of the hideousness and coldness of fate, so they are also used to seeing the hideousness and coldness of fate.

Therefore, no one will remind their classmates even half a word.

This kind of ordinary and normal thing is worth it for them to violate the rules.

But. They will also sigh.

Poor people, Jinjie! On the spur of the moment, he went back with the most severe punishment, but he may still not be able to save his friends.

They sighed and shook their heads, leisurely watching the vast net that lay down on their classmates.

And the communicator that was within reach was still untouched.

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This is the end of the festival for the time being. King Zhao's side is casting a net, their side

In swimming, you have to stalemate for a while. Qingchen is about to start to be lively here.

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Fang Qingchen didn't know the twists and turns on the side of the Wind Festival, and the undercurrent was surging. He didn't have the heart to ask Xiaolou about other classmates, but it was definitely not because he was too busy.

In fact, these days, Fang Qingchen is simply outrageously idle.

A few days ago, he was still pretending to be in court every day, but as time passed, the turmoil gradually subsided, and everyone in the court was suspicious.

The hope of this Chu person is now shrunk in the house all day long, drinking, in a daze, nothing

, waste and waste of food.

Inside and outside the palace, inside and outside the court, whether it is the Qin people or the Chu people, they dare to be angry with him but dare not speak. Of course, among them, there must be an exception - Qin Xufei! He actually came to visit, this time not to ask for government affairs, but to get this person out of the house.

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Marquis Fang's hospitality is really not grand. He didn't change his clothes, he didn't welcome the guests, he just let the butler lead the guests, and he went to the back garden. In front of the most powerful person in the Chu State, he still relied on the big bluestone that was about to become his bed, and he didn't move his buttocks, but only smiled and raised the wine jug in his hand at the other party.

Qin Xufei was very generous, and he also sat on the bluestone among the flowers, unceremoniously, grabbed a wine jug, followed Fang Qingchen's appearance, and poured a big sip directly into his mouth, looking left and right at the messy wine jugs around him. was pickled by the wine and lost his spirit, so he wiped his mouth and asked, "These days, you spend all day like this?" ”

Fang Qingchen hooked a wine jug with his index finger and flipped it between his fingers, and asked casually, "How?" ”

The more Fang Qingchen is so lazy and inactive, the more others may think that he is unfathomable, and the more Qi Shijie and the others are worried about what kind of mystery and trickery he is doing. Only Qin Xufei, a series of things that happened before and after the contact, in the end, he could really only conclude that this guy was overhit and completely decadent, which made him depressed to the point of conclusion.

Qin Xufei really gritted his teeth, hating iron and not steel, but he didn't mean to inspire Fang Qingchen. As long as the other Grand Marquis hasn't gotten into the tip of the horns. There was no sign of madness, and it wouldn't get out of hand, so he was willing to sit idly by.

It's not that he can't understand what Fang Qingchen is decadent, but he firmly disagrees with his behavior as always. In his opinion, Fang Qingchen's name was purely self-inflicted. Heavenly Dao cycle, retribution is unpleasant, this guy does those things, and the retribution is 10,000 should.

What's more, if Fang Qingchen, who was regarded as the number one enemy in his life, he couldn't break through this layer of confusion by himself in the end. That is, he himself looked at the wrong person and regarded an unsuccessful guy as a hero.

If he is actually an inadequate, is it worth his trouble?

But. He, Qin Xufei, would not be mistaken about people. Fang Qingchen will not destroy himself, this determination is still indestructible in his heart.

So he didn't even pretend to persuade politely, and got straight to the point: "It's time for the cultivation ceremony soon." Nowadays, the whole country has countless barren fields, and there are hundreds of wastes waiting to be rebuilt. In the court, all the ministers advocated that the cultivation ceremony should be more solemn than before. Conscientious. Expressing the attitude of the imperial court, he also hopes to impress the people. ”

Fang Qingchen lazily raised his eyebrows. Nodding indifferently. The so-called cultivation ceremony is nothing more than a formalistic ritual in which the emperors at the head of the agrarian society went to the fields in person to show their importance to agriculture, pretending to work in the fields, and thought that the people were exemplary. Whether it is the emperor's pro-ploughing or the queen's pro-mulberry, it is the same. Of course, formalism also has a use for formalism. No matter how effective the propaganda is, at least it can be regarded as propaganda.

"In previous years, the cultivation ceremony was held in Huangzhuang Huangtian, but this year, the Ministry of Rites suggested that it be held directly in the private fields and allowed the people to watch."

Fang Qingchen hummed nonchalantly. Formalism Formalism, of course, this form should be seen by the people in order to be more effective. However, in the past, the emperor officials only showed the form to God, where the emperor could get involved in the ordinary people, the emperor just worked hard, and the people couldn't see it at a glance.

In this regard, this suggestion from the Ministry of Rites is very good. It's just that the emperor ploughed the fields, tens of thousands of people surrounded them, and no matter how good the good fields were, they were trampled into hard threshing floors, and other related security work required manpower, material and financial resources were even more amazing.

Forget it, though. Money is a thing that should be spent, and forms have to be done.

Seeing that Fang Qingchen had not said anything seriously, Qin Xufei sighed and continued: "There are officials who have written a book, in order to show the sincerity of the imperial court to persuade farmers, all officials are ...... to work in the fields for a day" He coughed dryly: "Of course, the emperor still only needs three pushes, but when the court is discussing, the emperor is also bent on persuading farmers, and has already issued an order to increase the three pushes to four pushes, even if the monarch has such an attitude, we and other officials naturally can't just stand by and watch the ceremony as they did in the past." ”

Fang Qingchen finally sat up straight, this is the opinion of which fool wrote on the ground. Although in the primitive country where agriculture is the foundation, promoting agriculture is a major event, but to drive all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty to work in the fields to work in the fields?

Qin Xufei smiled bitterly: "I think that the official just said a suggestion casually, and wanted to express a positive attitude, but I didn't think that it would be allowed, but in fact, it ......."

In fact, he may not want to be allowed, but the little emperor suddenly became enthusiastic, and he took the initiative to change the three pushes to four pushes, where are the other courtiers embarrassed to just look at it and not work.

Fang Qingchen touched his nose, finally came to his senses, heard a little taste, and said a little hesitantly: "I...... I'm not the court official! ”