The spring rain does not stop and then ushers in the morning, bringing out the mellow fragrance of new plants and trees.

Zhou Zhengqing put on a black python pattern regular clothes, and remembered a table of secret espionage reports in the Yinwang Mansion, which was not too far from the palace.

The previous Lang Yuan had already replaced the palace guard armor at this time. Tie the long hair with a hairband, hanging down the back of the head, dark skin, slender willow eyebrows, apricot eyes and red lips, and the black guard clothes are even more handsome and beautiful, and they are standing quietly under the eaves of the door.

"Your Highness, it's almost time" A cold voice came into Zhou Zhengqing's ears.

Since Zhou Zhengqing entered Kyoto, this Yinwang Mansion has already been cleaned up, and a lot of people were arranged to come in yesterday, eating, cleaning, guarding, and running errands all need manpower, most of them are drawn from the palace, and a group of people have also come over to protect them secretly.

All morning, Zhou Zhengqing's mind was not on the secret espionage, because the insincere Zhen Cheng, that is, the monk born in the Dharma realm, would leave today.

Zhou Zhengqing got up, and the thin boy before was naturally a little more mature now.

Lang Yuan held an umbrella, and Zhou Zhengqing walked out of his palace and entered the car that was already waiting. A woman's whisper called out: "Drive."

The horsewhip was volleyed into the air, and the ordinary carriage with no decoration went straight to the south gate of Kyoto, where the money of the imperial court had always been spent.

The monk in the court successfully asked for a document that could leave the Xiazhou ship.

His predecessors have come a long way, and all he has to do is keep going.

He wanted to start from Xiazhou, cross Qi and Chen Erzhou, and go directly to Yuzhou, which no one had ever walked before.

The court meeting has not been dispersed, so there is no one at the palace gate except for the guards. The monk who had just left the palace was holding an umbrella, and a carriage stopped in front of him.

In the carriage, Zhou Zhengqing looked at the monk who still didn't like to talk much, "Do you want to just leave quietly?

The monk grinned: "The bamboo box and the wine gourd are all with you, I want to go."

Zhou Zhengqing lifted the curtain of the car door: "Langyuan girl, find a small shop, let's eat bean curd."

The shop is not big, and it is raining outside, so there are not many people, and the table in the house is enough for customers to sit.

Zhou Zhengqing had two bowls of stomach, and then he hiccuped with satisfaction: "It is said that there is no banquet in this world, even if we live together, we are not very reluctant to live together for only a month, did you give me some ecstasy?"

The monk ate by himself, and ignored him at all. The Langyuan girl was expressionless, and she always treated the two of them as if they didn't exist.

I was bored, but I was still interested: "That little Tang Guo, I will try my best to take care of it, but you have to talk and count, otherwise I won't be able to explain." ”

Pointing to the girl next to him: "Look, I'm just an unpopular person, everywhere I go."

Zhou Zhengqing's face suddenly turned pale, and he grabbed the monk's collar: "You fucking give Lao Tzu back alive, so many people have died, and there is no shortage of you."

At this time, Lang Yuan was startled with the surrounding guests, and the owner of the small shop in his fifties hurriedly ran over: "Three, what's the matter, my small business can't stand the toss!"

The monk put down the dishes and chopsticks and got up to go out, but still didn't hear it, Lang Yuan got up to pay the bill: "Don't worry, we are not looking for trouble."

The boss was obviously still not at ease, until he saw Zhou Zhengqing also going out, so he went to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Under the south gate of Kyoto, the monk carried a bamboo box. The monk who originally carried a knife had already changed his umbrella from a knife at this time, and he was on the road alone.

The wine gourd is still in the monk's bamboo box, and the fate comes and goes, leaving behind a thought. Zhou Zhengqing has a knife, so he will leave a wine gourd!

Zhou Zhengqing looked at the back that was gradually moving away, and suddenly wanted to drink. Turning his head to look at Lang Yuan: "Go home, wait for my Mr. Han."

The parting between people has always been only in a moment, thinking about the monk who has always been silent, it seems that he has been talking a lot in his ear.

Today's court meeting is a bit long, and the monk gift will be sent out to discuss Zhou Zhengqing's return to Beijing. Some people already knew that the second prince was hiding in a corner, and some people were only told that the second prince was still alive.

Everyone knows that the next thing is the distribution of power.

Since the matter is now on the bright side, it is telling everyone in the court that they can go to bargain with the emperor on the dragon chair, as long as it is within the scope allowed by the national teacher, they will not be forced to buy and sell.

Of course, if you take the opportunity to open your mouth, I'm afraid it won't end well, this national teacher's methods have always been tough.

A man dressed as a middle-aged scholar in a blue robe walked to the front of King Yin's mansion with an umbrella. The guards hurriedly went back to report, which made Zhou Zhengqing happy for a while.

Let Lang Yuan go to prepare tea, and hurriedly greet the salute alone: "Mr. is finally here."

This middle-aged man is clearly the national teacher of the Ming Dynasty - Han Tuolu.

Since he is his own husband, he should sit in the main seat, and Zhou Zhengqing stood aside carefully.

The national teacher glanced at Zhou Zhengqing's messy table full of spy secrets, and the book "Tianwen" was placed in a separate corner.

It seems that his student did not forget to read: "You were scolded yesterday"?

Seeing the student scratching his head embarrassedly: "Understand more, he is very anxious and wants you to gain a foothold in the imperial court as soon as possible." He is afraid that you will really not want to live here, but if there is any way, he will never impose his burden on you."

Zhou Zhengqing nodded solemnly: "Sir, it's me who doesn't fight and let you bother." There is no burden, it is all what I should do, and everyone is responsible for themselves and what they love, not to mention that there are many people's hopes in me."

Lang Yuan brought the pot and poured fragrant tea for the two, but the national teacher did not pick up the teacup, but then said to Zhou Zhengqing: "You don't have to worry about Brother Xiaojiu'er, he has his own things to do." In Yi'an Town, don't treat your Sister Jinyi as a fragile woman, you have to rest assured of both of them and do things slowly. ”

This sentence obviously speaks to Zhou Zhengqing's heart, Zhou Zhengqing, who holds the No. 2 spy report of Daming Jiazi, has never seen any spy report about the two closest people around him since he was a child. At this time, when I heard my husband mention it, I felt relieved that I didn't come.

I saw that my gentleman took a sip of tea and continued to instruct: "In that rebellion, no one who should pay the price can be left behind, you still have to stabilize your mind." Now that your realm is about to break through, I will find a way to arrange a suitable place for you."

Zhou Zhengqing gave a deep salute to his own gentleman who was sitting in the main seat: "Mr. is bothered."

There are many and complicated state affairs in the Ming Dynasty, and it is indeed unreasonable for the national teachers to take care of themselves diligently.

The national teacher in a blue robe stood up: "Don't be embarrassed, caring about you is also what I should do, I gave you the purpose of the book, do you understand"?

Looking at the book of "Tianwen" on the table, Zhou Zhengqing's face was stunned: "Sir, I just understood."

Han Tuolu nodded: "It's good to understand, when I'm as old as you, I didn't suffer a lot because of this."

Zhou Zhengqing understood that his gentleman was reminding him to have more respect for heaven and earth, nature, life and everything. You can't take yourself too seriously, and you can't take yourself too seriously.

Looking at Lang Yuan, Han Tuolu asked, "It's almost time to engrave the law realm, right?"

Obviously, he didn't expect the national teacher to ask this question, Lang Yuan put down the teapot: "Returning to the national teacher, it's really a little worse."

With his hands on his back, the Ming National Master walked under the eaves of the house under one person and above ten thousand people: "Most of the cultivation in this world is Taoism, and now there are ten realms of Taoism, which are divided into:

Inspiration

Enlightenment

Broken Realm

Hidden Secret Realm

Habitat

Listen to the rhyme

Engraved Realm

Accumulation Realm

Immortal Gate Realm

Through the Occult Realm

Those who have attained the Tao are called immortals. Except for the Dao Ancestor whose Dao Ancestor realm is extremely high, there are only ten realms circulating in the world.

Buddhism does

Inspiration

The Four Realms of Bodhi

The Three Realms of Vajra

Arhat Realm

Bodhisattva realm

Buddhism has a Buddha, which is said to be comparable to the Taoist ancestors, and it is also a realm of its own.

There were also people who did not want to become immortals and become Buddhas, and reopened the realm of cultivation, naming it the method of humane cultivation, which is also based on the realm of inspiration and is divided into nine realms:

Inspiration

Nourish the body

Rainbow Realm

Labor Shape Realm

Ascension

Chong Pulse Realm

God accepts the realm

It's true

Shape my realm

There have also been people who have tried to open up other cultivation methods, but these three are still the most widely spread in this world. ”

Zhou Zhengqing has seen this kind of secret news, and it is extremely difficult to open up the realm, and there are many people who are born extraordinary, but they are obsessed with it, and most of them fail in the end.

This requires not only talent, but also rich experience, plus eighty percent luck.

Mr. Han continued to speak: "Immortals are far away among the colorful clouds, and many immortals who think they are just thieves, but they have one more skill. In my opinion, the monk is more like an immortal. The opportunity of Langyuan's engraved law realm is not in the amount of spiritual power, but only in the lack of cultivation."

Seeing that Zhou Zhengqing and Lang Yuan seemed to understand whether they understood or not, Mr. Han continued to explain: "Just like a person, he only has a superficial understanding of the world, is short-sighted, and looks at things one-sidedly, like sitting in a well and watching the sky. When a person's understanding of the truth is not enough to support what he has seen and heard, he will face what he encounters with a shallow attitude. The learning of the truth should be gradual, or in other words, the truth that a person has learned should be able to support him to take the next step with a correct and rational step."

At this moment, the two of them completely understood that the sentence of affection was not only for Lang Yuan, but also for Zhou Zhengqing.

Zhou Zhengqing saw that Lang Yuan was not able to speak because of his identity, so he couldn't help asking: "Then please ask Mr. to show the way."

Lang Yuan was surprised, he had never given His Royal Highness King Yin a good face because of some things, at this time people were willing to help him say something, no matter what, people were still good.

I didn't know that I was put up for a calculation by the pair of teachers and students who were scholars.

Seeing this, the national teacher stopped selling Guanzi, stretched out his hand, and took out a full body of turquoise piccolo: "Go to the palace to find a musician, when you can use this heartstring to play a complete tune, the realm will be broken."

Zhou Zhengqing and Lang Yuan had already understood before, but they were a little confused at this time.

Holding up an umbrella and wearing a blue robe, the middle-aged scholar walked out of the Yinwang Mansion in the rain, his purpose was just to see if his student had grown. Mr. checks the schoolwork, that's it.

Zhou Zhengqing has seen the secret spy reports about Langyuan, but anyone who has been in contact with Zhou Zhengqing will be sent to Zhou Zhengqing to check it himself.

At the end of the secret story about Langyuan, five big characters were written in vermilion, 'Life and death can be trusted'.

Lang Yuan was the commander of a team of guards in the imperial palace and an orphan of the world-famous Battle of Xiaoguan in the Daye Dynasty.

Fourteen years ago, the Ming Dynasty launched a war to destroy the country, a certain general of the Daye Dynasty whose art of war was second to none in Xiazhou, seeing that the dangerous city he was guarding was about to be broken, slaughtered all the people in the city, and only let the Ming army get an empty city, and the general then died tragically.

Lang Yuan thought that he didn't understand the righteousness of his family and country, but he only knew that when he was found under the corpses of his parents, the seventeen-year-old eldest brother became his only support.

Over the years, I have worked hard to cultivate and study medicine, which is not a hobby. It is the one who has seen the light of day again, who is standing at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

Looking at the back of his husband's departure, Zhou Zhengqing couldn't help but sigh, Mr. is Mr., and in three or two sentences, this self-identified imperial sister-in-law has changed her impression of herself.

Zhou Zhengqing took out two stools and put them under the eaves. Lang Yuan glanced at it, but didn't say anything, sat down directly, and quietly listened to the sound of the rain and wind.

Zhou Zhengqing tentatively spoke: "Why don't we go into the palace for a while?"

I didn't think that this sentence directly annoyed this 'imperial sister-in-law' who just had a good impression of herself.

"He asked you to talk about it in three days, and you should honestly do what you should do, and don't let him work too hard!" As he spoke, he turned his head and threw Zhou Zhengqing and his stool directly into the house with spiritual power, and then closed the door, leaving him out of sight and out of mind.

Zhou Zhengqing hurriedly remedied and said: "Otherwise, I would like you to take a trip and go to the palace to find some other secret espionage reports I want?

Only then did a voice come from outside the door: "You hurry up and make a list, I'll be back early"!

As for whether to go earlier or come back earlier, only Lang Yuan knows in his heart.

With a depressed face, he wrote the names of several court ministers, these are the people he is about to face, and he still has to know the roots in detail.

It's not that Lang Yuan doesn't know what Zhou Zhengqing is thinking, it's just that at this time, Zhou Zhengqing went, and he couldn't do anything, but many people were helpless.

If Zhou Zhengqing travels, of course, it is Langyuan driving, and if Langyuan travels, others will drive.

Who inside and outside the palace dares to treat this aunt and grandmother as an ordinary guard, even if she goes to the minister's house with the emperor, she will sit with the emperor.

Inside the car, next to Lang Yuan was a bunch of spy secrets that Zhou Zhengqing had read, and in the most obvious position on it, there was a scroll with two big characters written on Lang Yuan.

With his elbows on his knees and his palms on his cheeks, he couldn't help but flip them over after thinking about it.

I didn't look at the previous introductions, and went directly to the vermilion font annotation at the end, but the five big characters of life and death were neatly arranged. It's the familiar font, sharp and restrained, with a silver hook iron painting.

I opened the curtain on one side of the carriage, and looked out of the carriage with red eyes as the rain fell on the bluestone street.

At the same time, in Yi'an Town, the weather is sunny, and at the beginning of spring ploughing, the busy crop men will drink a few glasses during the day and night, so the tavern has a good business for a while, but it is not as good as the girl's mood.

Because someone brought news from afar. The box of rouge was placed in the most conspicuous position on the tavern counter, and the colorful glass box looked extravagant.

The girl's first thought was not to open it to see the colors, but to calculate according to the time, the boy must have just arrived in Kyoto at this time. Then this gift should be sent back on the road, presumably this immortal coin should not be easy to earn.

If Zhou Zhengqing, who is far away, knew that his sister Jin Yi thought like this, he would definitely laugh and choke out his internal injuries, he Zhou Zhengqing made money with his face, it is indeed impossible for ordinary people to do it!

The girl ran back to the door of the pastry shop with a lot of things, and shook the envelope in her hand excitedly: "Grandma, grandma, Xiao Zhengqing has a letter, and he brought us something."

The old lady Zhao inside wiped her hands and hurriedly went out of the house: "Hurry up and read it to me! It's much stronger than Zhao Jiu's little rabbit cub, I don't know if it's wild to play outside."

Miss Jinyi opened the envelope and imitated Zhou Zhengqing's tone: Grandma, Sister Jinyi opened it in person, and asked Grandma and Sister Jinyi to be safe, and they would be separated for many days. Mr. Han and I have had a smooth journey since we left our hometown, but we just miss it day and night.

By the time you read this letter, I should have arrived in Kyoto safely. Sister Jin Yi, the things sent back are not bad, the price is not cheap, staring at the old lady, don't give it away easily, taste it when you have time, make up for your body, how can you live a long life.

In addition, the little girl outside is not very good-looking, and Brother Xiao Jiu should not be fascinated. There is news that he has already arrived at the place first, and when I get to Kyoto, I will definitely ask him to reply when I see Brother Koku. Don't read it, Zhou Zhengqing.

The old lady sighed with emotion: "Xiao Zhengqing is more stable than Zhao Jiu, don't look at the age a little younger, Gu family."

Miss Jinyi, who was still very happy, read the letter in her hand, and her face suddenly became a little gloomy.

Because Zhou Zhengqing lied a lot in this letter, although she didn't know when Mr. Han left, this road was obviously for Zhou Zhengqing to face alone.

In addition, the road here is safe, and you don't have to think about it to know that it's fake. Also, Zhou Zhengqing's little brother Jiu didn't go to the capital at all.

So what the letter said is that the girl outside is not good-looking, could it be fake? Take a trip, a good simple boy, it seems that he has learned badly.

Seeing that the old lady had returned to the house to work, Miss Jinyi put away the letter with some anger, put it in the pastry shop with the box of rouge, and went back to the tavern alone.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Zhou Zhengqing put on the black python pattern court dress sent yesterday, outside the gate of Yinwang's Mansion, the Lang Yuan had already prepared a carriage and horse, and the young man in the small town in the past was going to go to court as a prince today.

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