Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 8 Snowflakes

Weiyang Palace vestibule

The cold light flashed, and the snowflakes split into two halves.

The little boy was dressed in black clothes, with silver hair tied with a silver belt. The blade reflected her sharp eyebrows and eyes. When he moved his hand, the blade turned outward. The slow little snow fell suddenly before touching her body, and danced wildly along the sword. Howling.

For a time, the sword came to the dust, causing the wind and snow to follow.

Li Chonghua straightened his eyes and was dragged twice by the general manager before he walked around the vestibule absentmindedly and walked into the porch.

Under the corridor stood an old man with a long beard, wearing a white washed Taoist robe, with a clear face and piercing eyes.

Li Chonghua was timid and curious, and when he was three feet away from the old man, his footsteps slowed down.

"National teacher, this is His Highness's companion, Li's son Chonghua." The director introduced respectfully.

No one knows Changxu Laodao's name, and no one knows where he came from.

That year, Zhan Changfeng was three years old, unconscious, and the famous doctors inside and outside the imperial city were helpless.It's just that I often go out and travel, and only recently returned to the capital.

The general manager said to Li Chonghua again: "This is a national teacher and a teacher who teaches His Royal Highness's martial arts."

Li Chonghua's eyes lit up, "Can I learn martial arts from you?"

The long-haired old man said nothing but smiled, Li Chonghua was a little disappointed, but still insisted: "I will definitely study hard, can you give me a chance?"

"You and I have nothing to do with each other." The old man with long beard stood with his sleeves up and refused with a smile.

Li Chonghua looked at the general manager as if to help, and his mother said that if there is anything, the general manager can solve it.

The steward shook his head and said nothing.

Zhan Changfeng drew back his power, returned his sword to its sheath, and walked to the old road with long beards.

The old man with long beard nodded, "Good."

She saluted him and went back to the bedroom to bathe and change.After he came out, he saw the old man with long beard sitting cross-legged in front of Qiping, so he waved the palace servants back.

"Where did the master go?" He took a white stone and placed it on the chess flat.

"Outside the square inch."

"How's the view?"

"It's also a human world."

"Has the master ever seen a mountain?" Zhan Changfeng asked.

"There are many mountains, which one are you asking about?"

"Only the one I can see."

The long-bearded old man closed his eyes, and the two elegant white eyebrows were like another pair of eyes, mysterious and transparent.

He didn't answer Zhan Changfeng, and Zhan Changfeng didn't ask questions.

"His Royal Highness," the long-bearded old man called her halfway down.

"kindness?"

"When you are an adult, how about I teach you the other half of the Taoist scriptures?"

"can."

Zhan Changfeng respects the old way of Changxu, not because he once saved her from the thief's yanshu, nor because he taught her peerless martial arts, but because he has a thousand valleys in his chest, contains the universe, and half of the Taoist scriptures, let her read Understand fate and life.

This idea of ​​changing the pattern is higher than any power and wealth, allowing her to examine her own existence with a new perspective, regardless of her status.

But ideals and reality are always different.

Click, drop.

Zhan Changfeng asked, "The Tao says that all living beings are equal, but there is little justice in the world. Should I just let it go, or change it?"

"Follow your heart."

After the old and the young finish a round, those who should be wandering continue to be leisurely, and those who should be the prince will continue to be deep.

The sky fell, and Li Chonghua returned to Yongxiu Palace with no strength.

That day, the prince and Li Yunqiu parted unhappily, leaving only one sentence: "Come if you want."

Then Li Chonghua was woken up every day by Li Yunqiu before Yin Shi, and asked the palace servants to wash and wear his armpits and carried them all the way to Weiyang Palace.

At the beginning of the fifth watch, the guards and servants stayed outside the Taiqing Hall until the early morning ended.

Sometimes they go to court within half an hour, and sometimes they have to wait until noon. If the morning is not over, they have to continue after the meal.

After the court, there will be military and political experts to teach the crown prince knowledge, and the old emperor will come to give pointers from time to time.

Li Chonghua couldn't understand, and even a companion did not allow him to ask.

If he is just a courtier, he can serve on the side, but now he knows that he is the emperor's grandson, and Li Yunqiu has always encouraged him to study and keep up with Zhan Changfeng's pace.

In this way, this kind of incomprehension seems very sad, and the anxiety in his heart almost wipes out his smile.

"I want to learn martial arts!" Li Chonghua's first words when he saw Li Yunqiu were like this, a bit pissed off.

But it's more of envy.

When the prince danced his sword, the aura of being self-reliant and in control was more intuitive than ever. He also wanted to be able to face all kinds of problems like her, and also wanted to be as confident and strong as her.

"Everything has to be down-to-earth. You can't even finish your homework now, so what kind of mess do you want to learn?" Li Yunqiu said.

This sentence may have touched Li Chonghua's sensitive point. At this moment, the backlog of emotions has been detonated, "I don't want to be a companion, I don't want to learn, why do you compare me to her, I can't compare!"

Li Chonghua burst into tears, "Why is she obviously the grandson of the emperor, she can be the crown prince, I want to be a cow and a horse, why can she stand beside the grandfather, I can't even recognize each other!"

After several days of tossing and blowing, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Li Yunqiu didn't expect him to be so uncomfortable. He wanted to train him, but it backfired.

Can't help but feel distressed, "I didn't think about it carefully."

She hoped that Li Chonghua would get the trust and support of Zhan Changfeng, and the two would change their identities naturally, and there would not be too many mistakes.

But now it seems that because of Zhan Changfeng's situation, her plan is somewhat softer.

Zhan Changfeng's light is too bright, if Li Chonghua does not have a certain self-knowledge, I am afraid that he will be her courtier obediently, and he will not be able to resist.

And without the emperor's personal teaching, even if he became the emperor, he was still a long way from Zhan Changfeng.

The best choice at this time is to tell the emperor the truth as soon as possible and restore Li Chonghua's orthodox identity.

When Li Yunqiu made this decision, he felt a trace of guilt towards his daughter, and it was really fate.

Weiyang Palace

The manager continued the tea for Zhan Changfeng, "His Royal Highness, today I see Mr. Chonghua's pale face, I'm afraid he is ill, why not let him rest for a few days?"

Zhan Changfeng looked at the official document without raising his head, "Stupid, people who haven't fully recognized the Four Books and Five Classics don't study hard and do what Gu Gu does all day long. It's just that he doesn't destroy them fast enough."

"That's not what he wanted to do."

"I don't mean he's stupid."

If you don't say what he said, who else can you say?
The manager wiped away the cold sweat for his wife, but agreed with Zhan Changfeng's evaluation in his heart.

It would be fine if the two of them were at the same level, but Li Chonghua and Zhan Changfeng are too far apart. You want a person who can just recite two or three poems to talk about the military, politics, family and country. Isn't it absurd.

"His Royal Highness asked Young Master Chonghua to not come over in the morning, just to give him free time to study?" The chief executive suddenly understood, but it was not worth it for her, "Why didn't Your Highness explain it to Madam."

The candlelight reflected on her cheeks, but could not shine into her eyes, where there were abyss and cliffs, a lost way.

"People are biased, what's the use of explaining."

The manager heard the sound of his heart sinking, his fingers trembled, and the sound of His Highness stuck in his throat.Really not worth it.
(End of this chapter)