(Chapter 1)

Xu Fengnian asked Murong Xiongxiong if she was scared, and soon she was frightened by her own thoughts.

The disaster is actually nonsense. Those beauties who are dressed in the smoke of gunpowder in the spring and autumn, whether they are the queen who makes relatives of the emperor or the concubines who are charming the monarch, are nothing more than scapegoats. The literati and scholars who have lost their country are loyal to the old king, and they dare not or do not know how to dig the roots. They cannot see the roots of the roots. They have to use poems to vent their anger on those beautiful women, and make excuses for the birth of ghosts, monsters, female spirits, and monsters. In the eyes of discerning people, it is really absurd and unreasonable. How can Emperor Murong Tong, a beautiful boy who can't even fight against the Xuanyuan family, collapse a prosperous dynasty?

Xu Fengnian, who came back to his senses, laughed at himself. Zhao Zhimu was in the harem, and the queen was not inferior to the famous generals in governing the army. She could not be in chaos. There was the one who controlled all sects and parties with his skillful emperor's mind. There was a recognized virtuous queen who managed the inner house. There were civil officials and military generals in the court who looked around in all directions. What an iron bucket.

Murong Wuzhu, who was thin-skinned and scheming, breathed tightly. He looked carefully at this young master who had only known him for ten years. His Highness, Prince of Beiliang? What an official? She didn't understand these. She just occasionally heard some bad comments about Beiliang when she was socializing in the scholars of Jianzhou. She said that the King of Beiliang was the most tyrant executioner in the dynasty. He used to like to massacre the city at every turn. As for the eldest son, he was very dandy. He could not write or write or use a sword. He would only bully a good woman on one acre of three-point land in Beiliang. Sooner or later, he would ruin his family's business and not worth mentioning. Murong Wuzhu was simple in his mind and knew that hearing was false and seeing was true. She entered first.

As the main point, he has no bad impression of Xu Fengnian who saved him and his younger brother. With the premise that he has already controlled his life, he can control the temptation and not bully them. This is a hundred times better than those aristocratic scholars who are full of benevolence, righteousness and morality. She is so simple. In the past, he accepted his fate and was ridiculed by the ancestor Xuanyuan to play with him. When he accepted his fate, he would warm the quilt for His Royal Highness. Murong Wuzhu looked at the handsome face and took a step back and said, "He is very beautiful, right?" Murong Tonghuang, who had been a big shot since he was a child, saw his sister's eyes and felt powerless."

Xu Fengnian was extremely disgusted with the scholar's romantic erotic habit of breaking sleeves. Of course, he stayed away from the Lotus Armour Murong Tonghuang, but he liked this guy's ruthlessness to achieve his goal. It was really cruel to dare to be cruel to himself. A man could endure the disgust and glar at another man, which means he was born in a small family and could not perform. Giving a larger stage is not a good dancer. Since Murong Tonghuang's words and deeds are straightforward, Xu Feng

Nian couldn't let him down, so he kicked the tiger Kui Jingang who was biting his robe away with a light kick, and said with a smile: "If you want to pull the tiger-skin banner from Beiliang to play with the power of the fox and tiger, you don't need to hide it. Since I'm full and take over the mess, I won't be so shameless. But in the ugly words, we are at least in the same camp now, so don't stab the knife in the back. Thinking about handing over the letter to Huishan afterwards, you can't take all good things by your siblings."

Emperor Murong Tong nodded and said gloomyly: "After we stepped out of the house, we didn't think about going to the Xuanyuan family to live a life of silence. But since the prince said that, I also hope that your highness will not use our siblings to win over Huishan. If so..."

Xu Fengnian waved his hand and shook his head and said, "Then you underestimate me, Xu Fengnian too much."

Murong Wuzhu murmured softly: "Xu Fengnian?"

Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Does the name sound good? Phoenix is ​​not a Wutong, and it is quite destined to be with you, right? My yard in Beiliang Palace is called Wutong Garden. If you have the chance, you can go and have fun. Don't worry, I really have no idea about you. I always say this, and I think I'm a waste of saliva. Don't be careful of this in the future. Did the sister holding the white cat see? I'm so good. If it's said that her face is soft and smooth, the sister Pei who wears a veil with you, or Aunt Pei, will definitely be more outstanding than you. You are guarding me like a thief, which is very sad."

Murong Wuzhu burst into laughter. As a result, she was glared at by Emperor Murong Tong, but she did not retreat for the first time. Xu Fengnian looked at Emperor Murong Tong and said helplessly: "You can't protect your sister for the rest of your life. She must get married, and you must be alone in the family. Will you still follow your sister at that time, and aren't you afraid that your future brother-in-law will dislike you and get annoyed?"

Murong Tonghuang snorted coldly: "Then you have to wait until she finds such a man. If you find it, it's okay to let me die!"

Xu Fengnian was speechless and said nothing, but turned around and smiled at Huang Man'er. In the next few days, the prince unexpectedly did not go to Tianshi Mansion or Guniu Dagang, Huishan, so he stayed at Xiaoyao Temple. He either asked the old sword god for more than twenty tricks to save his life. Or he just asked the old master about the essence of Longhu Mountain talismans, especially the latter. He rarely met a junior who was willing to let him live a master's affair. He said everything. During this period, he went to the top library to move many Taoist cloud talismans.

After the secret scriptures, one old and one young can talk about the dawn at night. Maybe because he was afraid that the prince would say that he had no goods in his stomach. Zhao Xituan even picked up several talismans and spells that ordinary Taoists feared as tigers. While replenishing bad things, he explained the mystery with His prince. It is necessary to know that Zhao Xituan was amazing when he was young. Unfortunately, he had the same problem as Xuanyuan Dapan. In all fields, he stopped and did not seek much understanding. He was inspired by His prince's words and gritted his teeth and even piled up the most obscure "The Collection of Xuanlu Lingshu" in the recognized Taoist monarchy.

On this day, Xu Fengnian finally stopped wandering around the foot of the mountain. He pulled Huang Man'er and called Murong Wuzhu to go to the back mountain of a nearby Taoist temple with only the blue birds and holding a bamboo basket.

Murong Wuzhu was probably a heart-warming thing that day. After being sober, she was far more calm than her younger brother to the prince wearing a big tiger skin. She asked softly: "Your Highness, what are you doing?"

Huang Man'er said silly: "Pick hawthorn."

Xu Fengnian nodded and smiled, "When the old master went to Beiliang to accept my brother as a retreat disciple, he tried to persuade him for a long time, but he didn't say the point. This hawthorn made Huang Man'er like him."

Murong Wuzhu only felt incredible. Xu Fengnian picked a hillside and sat down. Huang Man'er came and went like the wind. He quickly filled the small bamboo basket with a handful of hawthorns and then handfuls. The green bird simply put the bamboo basket on the ground. Murong Wuzhu said that he was still out of his lively age and went to pick hawthorns with the blue bird. Xu Fengnian and Murong Tonghuang sat a distance, and two tigers rolled around the mountains and fields. The breeze blew, Xu Fengnian closed his eyes and focused his mind, stroking the overlapping spring thunder and embroidered winter.

There are many thoughts. Stones from other mountains can be used to build cars. Originally, they were in seclusion. Even if there were nine dou Mi Wei Shuyang to help solve the problem, it was still difficult to study the prohibition of the red armor cloud pattern of the talisman. However, after the guidance of the old master Zhao Xituan in the past two days, many obstacles were gently beaten to death by the sloppy old Taoist who had the secrets of the world, which made people suddenly enlightened. The only pity was that there was a Buddhist monk who knew the secrets around him, otherwise Xu Fengnian would be confident that he could turn the red armor into a complete bag.

Emperor Murong Tong asked softly: "I heard that Your Highness killed many strong scholars in Jiangnan Road."

Xu Fengnian said calmly: "It's much less than Xu Xiao."

Murong Tonghuang frowned and said, "Why do you have to go against scholars? Don't you know that everyone's words can make you bad things and make you father and son infatuated for thousands of years?"

Xu Fengnian wiped the spring thunder with his slender fingers and said slowly: "The success and the king will fail. Think about it, aren't the historical books of the eight countries of the Spring and Autumn Period written by the historians of the Liyang Dynasty? Those who want to let the ancestors pass on loyal ministers, even if they leave a dozen words for their descendants, they can use their feathers to sharpen their heads to become officials in the new court. Those who want their fathers to avoid being passed on by the slandered ministers even went to the capital, racked their brains to please the Hanlin Huangmenmen, crying and shouting, wishing to give their wives and concubines with both hands. Isn't there a ridiculous allusion that someone asked his wife to untied her clothes and warmed up her hands?"

Emperor Murong Tong said seriously: "Your Highness cannot be generalized!"

Xu Fengnian opened his eyes and said calmly: "I understand this principle. Xu Xiao is not a scholar who is admired from the bottom of his heart. However, there seems to be few who have a good ending. Xunping, who submitted the 21st memorials of governing the country, was cooked by the people. Zhao Guangling vomited blood and died in a military tent outside the imperial city of Western Shu. Li Yishan, who once commented on civil and military generals, was criticized by some literary giants who used words to take lives by people. He was implicated and finally escaped to Xu Xiao before he survived. Of course, you can also continue to say that this is a generalization, but I have seen it in the Palace of Beiliang.

Too many famous scholars have indeed written poems with full bloom. Whether it is a killer or a praise of merit, it is a first-class work. Fame, fortune, fame, and fortune, do you know why the name is before the word "Ri"? The Saint Zhang of the North once said that there are three immortals, the Supreme Master established virtue, and the second was to establish words and make contributions again. This is the answer, and it is also the basis for why literati despise martial artists. How many scholars are trying to establish virtue? When reading, the most common thing is to establish words. Make words to accumulate personality and gain fame, glorify the family and keep their reputation in history. How can people be hungry, full, and warm."

Xu Feng said in a young voice: "I heard famous scholars in Jiangnan Dao say that they are kings and righteous and profitable at Baoguo Temple in Jiangnan. As a result, a poor scholar who was not qualified to join the table was seeking profit for the people. What kind of famous scholars do you think are those famous scholars? They only know how to recite the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and talk about the mysterious sayings. If the whole world is applauding, it is really good. Read thousands of books, read all books, and you can't understand them. If you don't know that there are frozen bones outside the rich, you will be a scholar?"

Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "It may not be believed. After the Xiangfan Confucian general Wang Yangming committed suicide, he was originally the top slander. Xu Xiao and the old assistant quarreled and rolled up their sleeves to take it away with him. The Western Chu History Book did not leave a single word for this scholar who had been alone in Diaoyutai for ten years. This time, it was the old leader in the court and the old teacher of Western Chu, Sun Xiji, who had wiped it out by himself."

Emperor Murong Tonghuang was still insisting, but he was no longer as righteous as he was at the beginning. He lowered his head and said, "Most scholars are good."

Xu Fengnian laughed at himself and said, "I didn't say that I had to be in trouble with scholars. Besides, there is nothing right or wrong in many people and things. If you get stuck, you must be either this or that, and there is no reason to say."

Emperor Murong Tong nodded.

Xu Fengnian held his cheek and looked at Guniu Dagang, and said to himself: "It's still that boy Wen Hua who is open-minded. I don't know where he is now."

Emperor Murong Tong was stunned and dazed.

Xu Fengnian turned his head and stretched out two fingers, learned the talisman of the Taoist priest who had subdued demons and eliminated demons, pointed at Emperor Murong Tong, and laughed and joked: "As fast as the law, you, the evil that harms the country and the people, will not appear quickly!"
Chapter completed!