The golden filaments of light in the air flickered, and a book burst out of the bookcase like a bird in the woods, spinning, and quietly falling one by one in front of the silver dust, and a high wall of paper soon piled up on the desk, and even the desk itself let out an overwhelmed scream. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Well, it seems to be a book about military strength, so let's take a look at it for the time being, lest you don't understand anything when you get it." Yinchen casually picked up a book and opened it to read, and after a while, he was fascinated.

......

"Your Highness, I heard that the prince has found a new gentleman for you?" In another small building with a single courtyard and a more exquisite and elegant layout, a young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes was asking Zhao Soul with a curious face.

Zhao Soul, the son of the true king, slowly picked up the cloisonné teacup, and gently took a sip of the flower tea with just the right temperature and the strongest fragrance, his every movement was full of endless beauty, and also with a trace of instinctive, faintly imperial atmosphere, solemn, elegant, soft, and noble. He slowly and gracefully put down the teacup, and said in a tone of indifference, non-praise and non-disparagement:

"The appearance is different from ordinary people, so I should have some ability. ”

"That's good. The little guy's curious eyes fell, he knew that the true prince of the world never hesitated to praise in front of his own people, only if he was really average or really not very satisfied, he would say such bland and ambiguous words, the little guy sighed in his heart, but he didn't dare to express any opinions at all, what the prince decided, where was it his turn to be a little guy with a lot of tongues?

The true prince was indeed not very satisfied, because he felt that Yinchen was too young, and he was the same age as himself, so what qualifications did he have to be his own husband? "The prince is too much, isn't it?" he thought, but he was absolutely unwilling to confront his father for this.

Between him and the Axe King, there is an illusion of filial piety between father and son, and under the enviable surface, it is the unilateral contribution of the father. In the heart of the soul of Zhao, the true king's son, there has always been a gentle diaphragm that isolates his father, and the reason for all this comes from his biological mother who he has never met.

Because of the diaphragm, even if his father's decision is wrong, he is unwilling to question and correct, for example, this time, he doesn't think that the silver-haired gentleman invited by his father can teach him anything, after all, no matter what, that person is the same age as himself, and he is a young man who has never stepped into the rivers and lakes.

Zhao Soul's character is like this, gentle and indifferent, even if he encounters something unsatisfactory, he will not care too much, he has always lived according to his own ideas, and he will find ways to improve any unfavorable situation, instead of losing his temper and complaining. "Since it is the prince of the world, then you have to have the ability of the Taibao, no? I'm sorry, I don't raise people who eat idle food in front of my Zhao soul!" Shizi held the empty teacup and shot two sharp cold lights from his lilac eyes. The little guy next to him raised his hands in the air, and he was about to take the teacup in the hands of the prince, which was almost cold, but he didn't dare to reach out and take the initiative to grab it, so he could only wait for His Royal Highness the prince to hand it over.

The two of them were fascinated by one thought, and the other was waiting, and they were so deadlocked.

......

At the same time, the true king Zhao Guangyi had already laid comfortably in the spacious bedroom, enjoying the service of the scaring servants, and finally could relax a little after many days of travel.

Of course, the young silver-haired man he brought back was still the talk of everyone, and even the officials and servants who had served him all the year round were full of curiosity to inquire about the origin of that person.

"Lord Wang, this is not good, that silver-haired gentleman is young, if he is the prince of the world, I am afraid that no one will say anything, but the prince of the prince...... Isn't this a bit abrupt?" asked cautiously as one of the six great butlers under the True King, Lei Guanjia, offered tea to the True King.

"Abrupt? for some people, it does. After all, this Shaobao Taibao, the difference of one word, the status is very different. While enjoying the maids beating their backs and rubbing their shoulders and feet, the real king answered the questions of the official family indifferently, he can now be regarded as the person in the best mood in the palace: "Shao Bao said bluntly, he is a companion reader, that master, I am afraid he still disdains this errand, only let him be the Taibao, he is willing to stay in the mansion of this seat? The real prince, who was beaten by the maid's small hand, squinted his eyes slightly, looking like he was about to take a nap.

"But the prince, the Taibao has the great responsibility of teaching the prince, but he can't be sloppy! I don't know what the prince values about that gentleman before he learns?" Lei Guanjia asked quietly, as the chief butler, his loyalty is undoubted, but his curiosity is a little heavier, and it is precisely because he loves to inquire that he can obtain more information, and he can make the area under his jurisdiction obedient and smooth.

For example, now, he inquired about Yinchen's expertise, and naturally did what he liked, and ordered his subordinates to arrange more things. For example, books, according to Yinchen's professional preferences, you can place the corresponding category of rare ancient books, Lei Guanjia is very clear, some of the private collections under the prince's hands, that is absolutely impossible to appear on the market, half of the rubbing, may directly retain a capable person.

He has done too much of this kind of thing with calligraphy and painting paper as bait.

"yes, hehehehe. After listening to the words of the Lei steward, the real prince knew what this guy had in mind, and he gently took a sip of the sweet Yuqian Longjing (the red envelope issued by the emperor's decree, only the prince is qualified to quote it, Fujin, and the prince can't), smacked his lips unfinished, and then said in a vague and suggestive tone: "The soul should be sixteen this year, right?

The veteran of the detonator shook his hand, and a drop or two of the best Imperial Dragon Well spilled. The True King frowned, and was about to speak, when he saw Steward Lei quickly wipe off the tea droplets on the table with his sleeve, regardless of the fact that his white and precious Snow Fox King's fur sleeves were stained with three reddish-brown marks, which looked like dried blood droplets. The True King cracked the corners of his mouth, didn't laugh out loud, and said coldly in a slightly angry voice: "What's wrong?"

"Lord Wang, how can the little one be qualified to comment on His Royal Highness's knowledge?" Steward Lei squeezed out half of a mournful expression, and said in an extremely flattering tone: "His Royal Highness the Prince is a pedantic celestial, and the little one is really ......"

"Okay! The True King casually interrupted him, was silent for a moment, and then said, "Confucius has taught the soul for ten years, and he has not taught anything except some great principles of the ancient sages. Confucius's best skill of painting flowers and birds, poetry and songs are not taught, this person, alas...... In the future, Soul Er will not be a private school teacher, let alone go to the Hanlin Academy to be one of those nerds who write royal articles, but will really inherit a huge royal palace! What can he do if he is full of poetry and books, and his literary brilliance is flying? How can he be well-versed in ancient and modern times, and full of benevolence, righteousness and morality? Can he inherit such a big family business? Can he control the hearts of thousands of people in the palace? Can he keep the prince's hat on his head!" the true king said as he spoke, and his tone changed a little, and he became angry. He couldn't get used to seeing Confucius, because that person was sent by the emperor's brother with an edict, and he was a cynical scholar who harbored some kind of evil intentions! Fortunately, there was more than one prince Taibao, and his real king, Zhao Guangyi, had an old face, so he invited Shidoucai, a calligraphy and painting master who was almost as famous as Yin Shanluan at that time, to serve as the prince Taibao. That Shidou is a strong man, he swore in front of Yin Shanluan before, he would not teach high-ranking officials and nobles in his life, and now he was invited by the prince to teach the true prince of the world, this teaching is not, not teaching is not, and he simply came up with a compromise plan, that is, he searched for his calligraphy and painting, but he found a few apprentices to teach these apprentices "real talents" , The real talent of the ten buckets is the way to govern the country and strengthen the army, with profound insights, even Yin Shanluan also sighs to himself, and praises when he meets people, which makes the world understand that the ten buckets are the hidden great Confucians of the world, and they are by no means comparable to those cynics who eat and wait for death. Under the teaching of this gentleman, the soul of the prince Zhao became a generation of famous masters, but Zhao Guangyi was not satisfied with this, because the ancient way can only cultivate nature, the way of calligraphy and painting can only be pleasant, and the most lacking economic strategy of the prince, the way of dealing with change, and even need to dabble a little bit, in case of the need of the emperor's study, he did not learn, the real king spent a lot of money to support the two famous masters in the world, but did not let the child learn the most important things, of course he was in a hurry, and even went to the doctor in a hurry.

"That'...... Presumably, Mr. Yinchen has his own opinions on the way to govern the country?" Butler Lei carefully fiddled with the tea set, and at the same time asked more carefully, he asked this to ask for some information from the prince about Yinchen's hobbies, human nature, etc., but not to question the prince's judgment - where did he have the guts!

"Well, you don't understand it, after you go down, stare at that Confucius for this good student, I can't get used to him for a long time, understand?"

"My subordinates understand!" said the Thunderbolt bowed. His self-proclaimedness, his actions, at this moment, completely lost the etiquette that a butler should have, but like a partial general who received a military order and was about to defeat the enemy, his whole body exuded a blade-like aura, among all the people present, only the real prince and the thunder butler themselves knew, the thunder butler, in fact, was not surnamed Lei.

Wind thunder, wood fire, yin and yang, this is the six stewards of the real king's mansion. Instead of Feng Leimu, who was rumored to be Yin Yang's six housekeepers.

After enjoying it for a while, the true king waved his hand and waved away the thunder butler and the rest of the maids, and then straightened up from the soft couch, at this time, the bookshelves in the bedroom suddenly cracked to the left and right, revealing a hidden doorway, and a gray-haired old man slowly walked out of it.

He was the old man sitting outside the carriage compartment.

"Elder He, what do you think?" the true king greeted the old man and gently supported the old man, this action was not something that a prince could do casually.

The white-haired old man looked almost 100 years old, his hair was like blood, his face was ruddy, his eyes were tightly closed, he seemed to be unable to see, but he seemed to be a clear-eyed person who could figure out the surrounding situation without any other tools, he could easily go around the table, and even accurately find a chair to sit down, he was accustomed to the true king's diligence, and even ignored his noble status, he sat down, slowly stretched his old arms and legs, and between the actions, the afterimages overflowed, as if at that moment, there were many river elders superimposed in a space。 That kind of vision fully shows that he is a Yuanying master, not the Jindan master that Yinchen thought at the beginning. In today's era of the decline of the realm of divine skills, such cultivation is really shocking.

"You said that kid is still the one surnamed Kong?" the old man asked indifferently, and at the same time took the tea handed by Prince Zhen.

Tea is very ordinary, but the teacup is very precious, the best cloisonné, to be honest, many household officials can't afford it.

"Silver dust, of course. The True King said a little respectfully, he behaved like a junior in front of the old man, and seemed to have forgotten his status as a prince in an instant.

"What do you look at, no matter how you look at him, you are underestimating him!" The old man's tone suddenly became intense, and his tightly closed eyes opened a slit slightly, looking like Feng Lieshan's slitted eyes, but in those slitted eyes, two white and bright thunder lights suddenly shot out, yes, it was thunder light, it was the power of the [Thunder Attribute] that had completely disappeared from the realm of divine power after the change of heaven.

With a "stab", the top-grade Huanghuali tabletop, which was as thick as a palm, cracked two huge cracks that were completely transparent and a sword length in a puff of green smoke.

The real king Zhao Guangyi made a big jump, and almost threw the cloisonne teacup in his hand to the ground, but fortunately, the old man suddenly made a move and caught the teacup: "This is cloisonne, you can't waste it so much if you are a prince." He sighed softly, and a pair of nimble, but withered blood-stained hands caressed the precious ceramics, as if caressing a family heirloom inherited from generations from ancestors hundreds of years ago.

"That silver dust ......" Zhao Guangyi wanted to speak and stopped, he didn't expect that He Lao's evaluation of silver dust would be so high, you must know that his evaluation of today's "sword maniacs" is only "It can be created, but there are still flaws." And the evaluation of Xue Wuxian, the number one master on the heavenly list, is actually "a pile of dung!", the famous master is just dung in his eyes, so his evaluation of silver dust is not too terrible?