Li Yu was taken aback. She sarcastically replied, "Does that idiot think we can hide this forever?" As long as he put on a black mask and comb his hair in the style of the Yue Lun Kingdom, would he be able to keep his identity a secret?

Chao Xiaoshu replied, "He is about to enter the academy, and he will enter the second floor." When the time comes, he will not be afraid that someone will plot against him.

Li Yu thought about what Old Man Lu Qingchen said to Ning Que, and asked with a frown. "Why do you all think so highly of him?"

Chao Xiaoshu replied with a smile, "Because he deserves it."

Her expression softened as she thought of his knife glittering at the entrance to the North Mountain, the shadow behind the flames and the story told by the fire. However, her voice was still cold and full of sarcasm. "I gave him a chance at the time, but he chose not to take it. I thought he was a weirdo who didn't know anything about power and wealth, but it seems like he just didn't think the way to get it was fanciful enough. He wanted to enter the Chang'an scene in this way.

"No matter, since I brought him into Chang'an City, he is mine......" Li Yu looked at Chao Xiaoshu, his expression was unrecognizable, and there was a half-smile on his face. Uncle Cao, shouldn't you have told me in advance that you were going to use one of mine so savagely?

The war of words actually depends on one's mental balance. Princess Li Yusi is one of the best in her generation. However, in front of the much more experienced Lao Zhao, she is really just a child. Chao Xiaoshu smiled happily, "Such a small shop, if he is really His Highness, will it make him embarrassed?" I believe His Highness can see that he will never be anyone's man. He is his own person.

Li Yu was silent as her attempts to learn more were denied. She didn't even find an opportunity to mention the proper business. She waved the maid behind her away, looking at him earnestly. "Uncle Cao..."

Chao Xiaoshu bowed slightly and repeated: "This civilian doesn't dare.

Li Yu shook his head and said solemnly: "Everyone knows that Lao Zhao of Chunfeng Pavilion, after today, he will no longer be a commoner hidden by the emperor outside." He is no longer the number one gang leader in Chang'an City. Whether you become the leader of the Royal Guard, become an official, or are allowed to leave the city, there will be a place for you in this world.

"Those officials used to tout the name of the Empress and me to tempt and threaten you, when you were the old Zhao of the Spring Breeze Pavilion. If you jump out of the sea now, do you have to go with the flow?

Li Yu looked at him silently, his tone was cordial, and his intention was clear. "The Queen is a wise woman. I'm not stupid either. We're not going to do anything to upset my father. But there are some things we have to do.

"I hope you can support me."

"You took me and my brother with you when you were a kid. You've seen my mom. Can you bear to see my brother's throne taken from you? Watching my mother cry in the underworld?

The struggle for the throne in the Tang Dynasty depended on the emperor's thoughts and words. Although the emperor seemed weak-willed, he was very clear-headed. He will never allow his wife and children to do anything that will harm the country or escalate the fight beyond his control. He does want to see who performs better in this fight, though.

In this world, there are few royals like the Tang Dynasty who can be so transparent across time. But what Li Yu said to Chao Xiaoshu by the lake today made her appear to be blatant. This is very different from the usual impression people have of court plans.

Zhao Xiaoshu was silent for a long time. He looked at her and said gently, "Your Highness, you look very similar to your mother. You are smart and beautiful. You understand that secretly trying to know more, seducing me with power and money, makes no sense to someone like me who comes from the world of rivers and lakes, so you use the words of the rivers and lakes. However, this matter can only be decided by the emperor. I'm just a small fish in this sea, called Don. Even if I jumped over the sea, it wouldn't be of much use.

"Uncle Cao, you are humble. In all these years, I have never seen a father trust a man so much...... And, he must have felt guilty about the talented scholar you had hidden for so many years who was about to enter the academy.

Li Yu looked at him steadily. "The most important thing is that you are in this sea called Datang. Even though you may have jumped out of the sea, you will eventually return to the sea. Someday, you will have to choose which direction to swim to......"

Zhao Xiaoshu smiled handsomely and waved at Dahu, interrupting her before she could finish speaking. "I may be a small fish, but I don't like to stay in a pond, even if it's as big as the ocean. It's still a pond after all. If I had to choose which direction to swim in, I would probably end up choosing the shore.

Li Yu frowned. "A fish will die of thirst on the shore."

Chao Xiaoshu smiled. "At least the fish can breathe enough air before they die.

"Uncle Cao, how can you be so sure that the imperial court is a pond? Can you find a bigger pond than Datang?

"The world may be small, but I feel more at home in it. On the contrary, I'm sure I'd rather be a small fry in the rivers and lakes than a big fish in the court.

Li Yu looked at the green-robed scholar standing by the lake. In that moment, she realized that she couldn't understand certain people. She sighed, "The world of rivers and lakes is dangerous.

Chao Xiaoshu smiled faintly and said, "But it's far enough." That's freedom.

Li Yu shook his head, "What kind of freedom can you have?"

Chao Xiaoshu looked at the little princess with some pity and said, "Freedom not to choose."

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...

Ning Que has itchy hands. It's an itch that has been cultivated for years. It penetrated deep into his veins and bones, and he could not get rid of it, only to endure its discomfort.

It was quiet in the imperial study. He walked from the door to the table, from the table to the shelf, from the shelf to the door. His sleeve hid his right hand and twitching fingers. He couldn't stop the itch that erupted from the depths of his heart.

The words of the masters on the wall tickled his heart. The painting lying casually tickled him. The unique fragrance of Chenzhou ink made him itch. The feeling of the Xuanzhou bud paper being slightly wrinkled made him itch unbearably. When his gaze fell on the words written by the emperor, the itch made his eyes watery and his face wrinkled. He couldn't control himself anymore.

The only way to deal with this itching is to write.

It was a foolish choice to mess with the emperor's writings in the imperial study. He can be heavily fined or sentenced, but the itch is terrible...... Just as Chao Xiaoshu was talking about choosing the freedom of the lake, Ning Que was trying to make a painful decision.

"I'll tear it up when I'm done."

Finding a good excuse, Ning Que shouted happily and rushed to the desk like a starving man. He sharpened a little ink, lifted the brush, soothed the itch, and turned into pleasure. He quickly waved his hand on the paper and wrote six words.

"Flowers bloom on the shore."

Forging an axe in front of a blacksmith's shop, selling wine in front of Du Kang's shop, and displaying his collection of books in front of the dean's house are not acts of overconfidence. Thinking about it from another angle, when the blacksmith looks at the axe, Du Kang looks at the wine, and the headmaster looks at the book, don't they also be conquered by the itch of Ning Que, and when they realize that the person who does these acts may be one of the best people in the secular world in a field different from their own, don't they also feel overwhelmed?

I wanted to make a woodbird and show that person what the plan should look like. I wanted to make a delicious bottle of wine that would show that person what the best blend of a dying kingdom should taste like. I would like to write a few pieces of advice to show that person that this is how one should touch one's soul through writing. I want to write more, to show that person what words should look like. You must listen to me, even if you are the emperor.

Ning Que was immersed in this bubble of happiness at the moment. He looked at the dry words on the calligraphy paper and imagined that he was the emperor's calligraphy teacher. He imagined himself hitting the emperor's palm with a brush and harshly admonishing him.

"You're wrong again! Stretch out your hands and accept the punishment!

He was very pleased with the six words he had written. In fact, he feels it's the best word he's written in recent years. In addition to using the best ink and paper, the most important reason for such a wonderful place in the imperial study was that he had accumulated a lot of itching in this room, because the first seven words were written by the emperor.