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Chapter 13 The Eighth Prince comes to visit, the Imperial Capital Poetry Society
  The old birds return to the old forest, the dusk divides the cloud curtain, and the sunset fills the sky.

Another day ends.

Lu Mingyuan was wearing a thin white jade gown and was sitting on a stone chair in the courtyard wiping the blade of his sword. It was extremely difficult to find a good sword in the palace. At most, he could pick out a Black Yao made of fine iron from the Great Yan Armory. Iron knife.

Although the cold wind is biting, the red energy protects the body and isolates the pores on the body surface, but one does not feel any cold.

After wiping it, I looked at the long knife again and again. The cold light of the horizontal knife was clearly revealed. The handle of the knife was engraved with a unicorn pattern. It felt light when I picked it up.

This is the exclusive sword of Mo Qilin Guard. It incorporates the latest craftsmanship from the craftsman's workshop. It is extremely sharp and can break hair with blowing. In Lu Mingyuan's eyes, it is like a work of art and he can't put it down.

I wonder what boy can resist such a handsome and stylish weapon?
  Sheath the knife and finish the day's training.

Lu Mingyuan stood up, faced the last rays of the setting sun, and began to think.

"Dayan School Army Seven Realms Martial Art" is almost complete for him. It contains some self-defense techniques similar to military boxing, as well as basic martial arts, and even basic introductions to martial arts.

The explanation is very systematic and good, but it is also very simple.

It is more than enough to be given to some big soldiers to practice, and it is a must-read for the marching army, but for him, it is far from enough.

In other words, he can learn some slightly esoteric martial arts and even need a teacher.

A martial arts master with profound attainments in martial arts can have a great influence on novice martial artists.

But how to find him in this situation?

Lu Mingyuan shook his head and gave up this unrealistic idea.

He is a sinner. It is impossible for his father to satisfy his unreasonable request. Even a great master may not be enough. It would be better to have a fifth-level practitioner.

Besides, monks who can break through to the fifth rank are regarded as masters among masters in the countryside, temples, and even in the world of Middle-earth. Most of them serve the dynasty or are honored by feudal lords. How can they condescend to others? , come and teach him?

Just as Lu Mingyuan was thinking, Ziyun's voice came from outside the door:
  "Your Highness the Sixth Prince, someone is looking for you."

"Who? Is it my mother?"

Lu Mingyuan asked with a frown.

If he didn't go out, the door of Qingzhu Hall would rarely be opened once every ten days and a half. That would be when his mother came, and it would be opened as an exception. No one would be there at other times.

"It's not the imperial concubine, but the eighth prince who is visiting."

Ziyun replied.

"Eighth Prince"

Lu Mingyuan tried hard to recall the memory of this person in his mind.

The eighth prince, Lu Yunqing.

They had a good relationship with the original person since childhood. Lu Yunqing had a meek and weak temperament when he was a child, and was often bullied by other princes. It was the original person who stood up for him many times and fought off these little bastards for him.

Lu Yunqing was born to read, he read the Four Books and Five Classics, was proficient in Confucianism, and his articles were excellent. He was very popular among literati on weekdays, and his poems were praised by the court and the public, and sung in brothels.

Lu Mingyuan couldn't help but feel pity for this younger brother.

Lu Yunqing was born in the royal family. Even if he could study again, he would only have a reputation but not much real power. He would not be able to become a high official or enter the cabinet.

Emperor Yong'an himself was an iron-blooded emperor who came out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses. He had monopoly power and learned from the past. All the princes only had mansions and recruited retainers, but they did not have much power in the court. They only held the title of casual official and prince. On the head, just enjoy the salary.

Compared to other princes, Lu Yunqing was still very weak. He was a concubine, his mother was from a poor family, he was not a fourth concubine or a concubine, he was just a ninth-grade nobleman, and his starting point was naturally not as good as that of the eldest prince and the second prince.

Not even as good as Lu Mingyuan.

What is he doing to come to me at this time?
  Lu Mingyuan was very puzzled.

"Let him in."

Lu Mingyuan ordered Ziyun to bring his younger brother in. Soon, a handsome young man wearing a green robe with crane patterns and a face as gentle as jade appeared. He had a bookish temperament. For someone who didn't know, he thought he was a young man from a scholarly family.

After seeing it, Lu Mingyuan couldn't help but be surprised.

In his own memory, Lu Yunqing was still a little kid, but now he has grown up and is almost as tall as him. What a huge change.

The last time the two met was seven or eight years ago. The original life style of day and night was destined to be difficult to meet this younger brother who was passionate about Confucian scriptures.

"Brother Six!" Standing at the gate of Qingzhu Palace, Lu Yunqing greeted him warmly from a distance away.

When Lu Mingyuan heard these words, his body was also very excited, and a feeling of intimacy came from his heart.

Maybe this is the emotion that the original person had when he was a child.

With a smile on his face, he walked over to him, patted Lu Yunqing on the shoulder, and joked:

"Good boy, you have grown so tall. Have you found the girl you like? Why did you remember to come to me?"

After Lu Yunqing came in, he looked left and right, very concerned about his brother's living situation, and then replied with a smile: "I'm here to see Brother Six."

"Long time no see. Sixth Brother looks a lot stronger than before. The house is also very clean. It seems that Sixth Brother is living quite a clean life here."

Lu Mingyuan nodded: "It's too boring to be in the cold palace. I don't have much to do on weekdays, I can only exercise."

"Thank you for your hard work, Sixth Brother." Lu Yunqing sighed with a depressed expression.

He had obviously heard about the Sixth Prince a long time ago.

"Ordinary people from the cold palace will not come. If you visit like this, you will be impeached by Jian Taisi." Lu Mingyuan still wanted to find out the purpose of the other party's visit.

Anyone can come to Leng Palace, but when Lu Yunqing comes, he will undoubtedly be the most suspicious.

Lu Yunqing smiled and shook his head: "It's okay. I begged my father to let me come and see you. I wanted to give you a message so that I could have a chat with you. Fortunately, my father agreed."

"Oh? Father, do you want to tell me something?"

"Yes."

Lu Yunqing explained: "The new year has arrived. At the beginning of the year, it will be the day for all countries to pay tribute. The surrounding countries, big and small, will come to my Dayan to pay tribute. My father will prepare a banquet, entertain the envoys of all countries, and at the same time present a Poetry conference, making friends through literature.”

"Father said that in order to protect Yan Fengyi, I will make an exception and let you attend the meeting for an hour. All the princes will be present."

Lu Yunqing said in a very serious tone.

A banquet of various countries, a poetry meeting in the palace?
  After hearing this, Lu Mingyuan understood.

This so-called poetry meeting sounds like a very deep one. People from all walks of life will be present. In addition to the royal family, nobles, important officials of the court, representatives of Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism should also come to the banquet. It is necessary to calm down the place and attract the big people. Yan's demeanor as a great nation must not lose its appearance.

Inviting yourself to a place like this, it's hard not to doubt Emperor Yong'an's intentions.

After all, he is just a scapegoat. Has he not given up on himself yet?

Just as Lu Mingyuan was thinking, unexpectedly, the runes on the Liuyao turtle shell in his mind flickered, four groups of light flew out from it, and words appeared in front of his eyes:

[The Poetry Society in the Imperial Capital, where all the countries came to court, contained civil and military choices, so as not to attract attention. 】

Then four groups of light flew out from the six-line tortoise shell.

[In the auspicious hexagram of Yao, if you clearly refuse the banquets of other countries, refuse to participate in poetry gatherings, and decline because of your vulgar nature, you will get a mortal fate (martial arts man). Emperor Yong'an will be disappointed in you, good luck! 】

[In the auspicious hexagram of Zhongyao, if you explicitly decline the banquets of other countries, secretly participate in poetry gatherings, and shock everyone with your solitary poems anonymously, you can get a blue destiny (scribe). The greater the risk, the greater the opportunity. If you are lucky, you will be favored by Emperor Yong'an, and you will be guaranteed. There is no worries for a while, but misfortunes will be caused by the jealousy of the eldest prince and the second prince, Xiaoji! 】

[The evil hexagram in the middle line clearly refuses the banquets of all countries, secretly participates in poetry gatherings, and does not reveal the scenery in front of others, and is jealous of Emperor Yong'an, a little evil! 】

[Xia Yao’s evil hexagram, Luo Luo generously attends the banquets of various countries, makes friends with his writings, a single article shocks the great flames, shows his sage in front of people, and is jealous of many people. It’s a big evil! 】

(End of this chapter)