Sixty miles north of the capital.

Jimin County.

Breeze Restaurant.

Hearing the name is mediocre, but the operator has a great background, once lived in the East Palace, and almost became the prince of Daqian.

Abolished grandson, Zhao Zong.

Since he was demoted to a commoner, Zhao Zong dragged his family to Jimin County, not far from the capital.

Too close to be feared, too far too dangerous.

At the beginning, Zhao Zong's family still had the reserve of the royal family, and they lived quite nourishingly by pawning jewelry, and they also raised a lot of slaves and maids.

The first emperor confiscated the East Palace, and there was not much gold and silver left, and it was completely exhausted in a few years.

Zhao Zong scraped together the silver, set up a shop to make wine and sell it, and the business was quite prosperous by relying on the secret recipe in the palace.

"The shopkeeper, get drunk with two catties." The guest handed over a wine jar.

"Okay."

Zhao Zong skillfully played wine, his back bent slightly, and showed respect to the guests.

"Four grapes and two catties, spare you half a mention, it's good to drink and come often!"

No one would have thought that this good-speaking shopkeeper was a grandson a few years ago, and he only thought that he was a well-run shopkeeper.

A moment later.

Another guest came to the counter and handed over a green wine gourd.

"Full."

"Okay."

Zhao Zong twisted open the lid of the gourd, and the aroma of wine spurted out of his face, drunk and rich than the breeze in the big wine tank, and he couldn't help but be amazed.

When he mentioned the wine and poured it into the gourd, he didn't think about it at first, but seeing that the thirty or forty mentions were not full, and the weight of the gourd had not changed, Zhao Zong's face turned slightly pale.

Looking up at the guests, it was an old man with a wine trough nose, and the dark blue robe on his body was dirty and had not been washed for a long time.

Messy bun with a hosta diagonally inserted.

"Why doesn't the shopkeeper drink?"

"Senior...... I don't have enough of this wine! ”

Zhao Zong tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart, thinking that the Taoist priest in front of him was from the palace and sent his family on the road.

Lao Dao said: "Aren't there still a few cylinders in the backyard?" ”

"Okay, come with me!"

Zhao Zong's eyes were lowered, and he led Lao Dao to the backyard wine tank, and suddenly turned around, with poisonous smoke spilling out of his cuffs, and shouted at the clansmen who were making wine.

"Run, Dog Emperor......"

Lao Dao waved his sleeve robe to disperse the poisonous smoke, and bent his fingers to seal Zhao Zong's dumb acupoint: "Zhao Yu can not command Lao Dao!" ”

When Zhao Zong heard this, he immediately relieved himself.

Even if he deliberately sent someone to tempt, he didn't dare to use the orthodox emperor's real name.

Lao Dao helped Zhao Zong untie the dumb hole and explained: "Lao Dao Qi Yunzi, the official position of the dragon scale guard is the commander, and His Royal Highness has important matters to discuss. ”

Zhao Zong had a guess in his heart: "Senior, what is the Dragon Scale Guard?" ”

"Daqian Taizu is the true dragon who came into the world, created the dragon scale guard, and protected the stability of the country."

Qi Yunzi explained: "Zhao Yu's abolition of the position of prime minister and the change of the tax law are against the ancestral system, and the Dragon Scale Guard must restore the orthodoxy of Taizu. ”

"It turned out to be a secret guard built by Taizu!"

Zhao Zong said in surprise: "I am a descendant of the Taizu bloodline, and I should do my best to restore the ancestral system." ”

"The Dragon Scale Guard is willing to serve the Taisun."

Qi Yunzi bowed and saluted: "In a while, someone will write a book, participate in His Highness's competition with the people, and when he is degraded and go to the southeast border, he will be able to show his strength!" ”

"Very good."

Zhao Zong had a conversation with Qi Yunzi, carefully inquired about the structure of the Dragon Scale Guard, and learned that there was a martial arts master sitting in the town, kowtowing in the direction of the imperial mausoleum.

After sending Qi Yunzi away, Zhao Zong returned to the counter and continued to sell wine.

Zhao Ling, the younger brother in charge of brewing wine, came over and asked in a low voice, "Big brother, do you really believe in Raushzi Dragon Scale Guard?" ”

"What is the difference between believing and not believing?"

Zhao Zong looked in the direction of the capital: "Our two uncles have only been dead for a few years, and I heard Qi Yunzi say that Uncle Liuwang is also seriously ill......"

Then.

When a guest came to drink, Zhao Zong's complexion changed rapidly, and he bowed slightly with a smile on his face.

"Guest officer, wait a minute!"

……

Champion Building.

Li Ping'an entered the door and saw several inscription plaques, hanging above the main hall, and the golden light was very dazzling.

The highest and largest plaque reads "Diligent Study and Determination", and the inscriptions on other plaques are similar, or gratitude, or persuasion, or Mingzhi.

Neither the meaning nor the calligraphy is very unremarkable, but the real attraction is the small line below the inscription.

Left by a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day, the largest one is written by Su Mingyuan, and the others are also Jinshi, which instantly makes ordinary calligraphy have a lofty artistic conception.

The person who writes is more important than how well he writes!

The noisy and lively scholars outside the door were suddenly quiet when they came in and saw the plaque, and bowed slightly.

"Did you hear that, Lord Wang has been transferred back to the capital!"

"From the head of the prefectural order directly to the household department, at the age of Lord Wang, it is likely that he will be awarded the title of university scholar in the future......"

"They must have taken the road of Su Xiangmen, but they are the same year!"

"Ahem, ahem, be cautious!"

"In the future, if we can go to high school, we will also inscribe in the Zhuangyuan Building, and have a bit of incense with your predecessors, and if you meet in the officialdom in the future, you can use this as an excuse to visit and communicate."

"That's as it should be!"

“……”

When Li Ping'an heard the word Su Xiang, he couldn't help but shake his head.

His Majesty has abolished the official position of prime minister, and the people actually call Su Mingyuan "prime minister", which shows the prosperity of his power.

"Flowers are like brocade, fire is cooking oil, and gentlemen are respectful and far away......"

Looking all the way in from the bookshelf at the door, the first title Li Ping'an saw turned out to be "Wenlin Collection".

In such a conspicuous position, it is obvious that the champion building is pushing hard.

"Wenlin Collection" comes from Wenlin Academy, which was built by Prime Minister Cai Cheng, who returned to his hometown, and the surname Cai is a big family in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is rumored that many children of the family go to study in the academy.

"Shopkeeper Wu...... It's really fun! ”

Li Ping'an flipped through it casually and found that the poems and songs written in the anthology mostly had the old atmosphere of remembering the past and reminiscing about the past.

Jiangnan was greatly affected by the New Deal, and he didn't dare to do it openly, so he could only be nostalgic for his old dreams and write some articles that ridiculed him.

"Such a trivial matter, Su Mingyuan will not care if he knows it."

"If the new policy is repeated in the future, Zhuangyuanlou can also avoid being implicated with this collection of essays......

Li Ping'an put the book back, he sincerely supported the new policy and did not have any good feelings towards the Jiangnan family.

I looked at the bookshelves one by one, selected more than a dozen Taoist classics, and left the Zhuangyuan Building after checkout.

After nine years of comprehension, Li Ping'an has surpassed Wu's shopkeeper when he talks about the Tao alone.

……

Sunset.

Li Ping'an's shadow was stretched very long, holding his hands, humming a little song.

"I think at the beginning, Lao Tzu's team was just opened, and there were only a dozen people in total, and seven or eight guns were ......."

Walking all the way home, I pushed the door and went in, and saw a swarthy old man sitting in the courtyard, who was slowly drinking wine with a wine jar.

Wrinkled face, gray hair.

Li Ping'an frowned slightly, feeling that the person who came out was not good, he glanced at his daughter-in-law sitting opposite, and pressed his thoughts of running away.

"Senior, I don't know where it came from?"

"For my poor disciple."

The old man's voice was a little choked: "The old man retired to the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and he accepted a closed disciple, and the result was that people were beaten to death!" ”

Li Ping'an asked, "Who is the senior apprentice?" ”

The old man replied: "The surname is heavy, and he is nicknamed the Wind Swordsman." ”

Li Ping'an was shocked in his heart, the expression on his face remained unchanged at all, and he shook his head and said, "The juniors don't know the senior apprentices. ”

"It's okay if you don't know."

The old man wiped his tears and said cruel words with compassion on his face: "The old disciple died in the capital, and if you can't find out who did it, then kill all the demons in the capital!" ”

Li Ping'an secretly scolded the old madman: "What if it wasn't done by the devil? ”

"You don't need a reason to slay demons."

The old man drank the wine jar with a slurp, took out a foot-long fishing rod from his arms, waved it lightly and turned it into six or seven feet long, stood up and said.

"The devil obediently suffers death, and the province suffers."

"My predecessor is a righteous hero, and my wife doesn't know martial arts, can you let her go back to the house?"

A cold light flashed in Li Ping'an's eyes, this old guy simply killed the devil to vent his anger, not only revenge in name, but also his reputation in the rivers and lakes by the way.

Unfortunately.

The old guy stood under the peach tree, which was the realm where the bones of the swordsman were buried.

"Master and apprentice have a virtue, and they should be buried together!"