Chapter 249: Taking advantage of Yin and Yang, deception and abduction

Author: Taiqing Yaodao

Chapter 249: Taking advantage of Yin and Yang, deception and abduction

In the back flower pavilion, Li Xuan walked in the front, chatting happily with Lu Yuanming.

Then he followed Yuan Yi, Sima of Hangzhou, and Zhang Chun, a soldier from Hangzhou who joined the army. Their faces were full of helplessness.

Lu Xiang, who was only ten years old, walked first, followed by Yu Yong, who was only four years older than him, at the end, looking at Li Xuan curiously.

"Cousin, my uncle hasn't been so happy for a long time. Is he really happy?" Lu Xiang first pulled Yu Yong's sleeve, then his eyes shifted to Lu Yuanming, with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Yu Yong helplessly slowed down his steps, looking at Lu Xiang, he nodded helplessly.

Yu Yong is the son of the sister of Lu Xiangxian's mother, He's family, and is also He Zhizhang's clan aunt. He Zhizhang is also the cousin of both of them.

Zhang Chun's mother is Lu Xiangxian's aunt, and they are related back and forth.

Yu Yong glanced at Zhang Chun subconsciously, and then looked at Yuan Yi, Hangzhou Sima Yuan Yi.

Yuan Yi has little relationship with the Lu family and the Zhang family. He is the son of Yu Yong's aunt and the grandson of Yu Yong's grandfather Yu Shinan.

To put it simply, the daughters of the He family married into the Lu family and the Yu family, the daughters of the Yu family married into the Yuan family, and the daughters of the Lu family married into the Zhang family.

Of course, this is only one-sided. The Wuzhong aristocratic family has been married for hundreds of years, and they are not related to each other by marriage, so it cannot be simply discussed.

"Uncle Lu acted upright, and the King of Nanchang also acted with style, so we got along well." Yu Yong approached Lu Xiangxian and whispered: "The King of Nanchang once had a poem, 'The eagle strikes three thousand miles in the sky,' which shows that he acted upright."

, grand and grand.”

Li Xuan acted upright and dignified. Li Xuan didn't know what the young Yu Yong was thinking, but in Li Xuan's view, he always followed the laws of the court and would never blame others easily for personal matters.

Even punishing people, only in this way can we remain invincible.

"Uncle Shi, please take a seat." Li Xuan helped Lu Yuanming and pressed him hard on the head of the Houhuating dining table.

Although he is the current king of the county, he always respects the elderly and loves the young when he acts.

After Li Xuan sat down, others took their seats one after another.

At this time, Li Xuan's eyes jumped, and the next moment, a row of entries appeared in front of his eyes.

[Yuan Yi, Sima of Hangzhou Governor's Office, was born in Yongzhou for ten thousand years, his father was Yuan Zhen, his secretary was a young eunuch, his grandfather was Yuan Lang, and his maternal grandfather was Yu Shinan]

[Zhang Chun, Hangzhou Bingcao Canjun, a native of Suzhou, his father Zhang Gui, the former governor of Yongzhou, and his wife Lu (son Zhang Xu)]

[Yu Yong, fourteen years old, Chao Sanlang, son of Yongxing County, father Yu Chang, minister of the Ministry of Industry, mother He, grandfather Yu Shinan, one of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion]

[Lu Xiangxian, ten years old, Lu Yuanfang, Sima of Yangzhou Dudufu, grandfather, grandson of former Yuzhang County Lieutenant Lu Xuanzhi, mother He, grandmother Yu, has the talent of a prime minister (cousin He Zhizhang, cousin Zhang Xu)]

Li Xuan's eyes passed over Lu Xiangxian. It's a pity that Lu Xiangxian is only ten years old now. He will be of great use in the future, at least more than ten or twenty years later.

He Zhizhang, Siming Kuangke, although he is old, it will take him a few years to mature. As for Zhang Xu, he is still missing.

After three rounds, Yu Yong took the lead in raising his wine glass and looked at Li Xuan: "Your Majesty's poetry is amazing and his talent is world-class. His students admire him very much. He has also written poems over the years. I wonder if I can ask your Majesty for some advice."

With that said, Yu Yong took out a few pieces of thick paper from his sleeves and handed them to Li Xuan.

Yu Yong unexpectedly challenged Li Xuan like this in public, and everyone present was shocked.

Everyone has just started drinking. Why did you do this? It's a bit inappropriate, but for a while, everyone didn't know what to say.

Li Xuan smiled, took the paper handed over by Yu Yong, and then read the article carefully, and finally said in a deep voice: "The style of these poems by Brother Xian is gentle and delicate, but it feels quite familiar...

"

"You are imitating He Balang again." Lu Xiang lowered his head first, and in one sentence, he revealed the secret of Yu Yong's poems, making Li Xuan smile for a moment.

Yu Yong even lowered his head in shame, and could not see the expression on his face clearly for a while.

"Otherwise, although the poems are gentle and delicate, they are also quite elegant. Although they are similar to Jizhen Xiandi, they are very different. They are another poetic path." Li Xuan sighed with emotion and said: "Now my dynasty's literary style is at its peak, and it can be said that a hundred flowers are blooming.

Everyone has his own merits. Although Brother Ji Zhen is a young prodigy, he is still young and does not have a broad vision. It is not a big deal to imitate him, as long as you do not imitate him and become him."

Hearing what Li Xuan said, Yu Yong raised his head instantly, his face full of joy.

"Thank you for your advice, Your Majesty," Yu Yong immediately handed over his hand and looked at Li Xuan with a trace of gratitude in his eyes.

This is just a child, Li Xuan sighed inwardly. Although he is not a few years older than Yu Yong, his psychological maturity is far beyond his comparison.

Li Xuan looked at the thick paper in his hand, nodded seriously, and said: "If you don't say anything else, just this word, you are many times better than me. Although I learned from my grandfather's inheritance, I don't know how many times you are better than me.

, but he is born without spirituality, unlike my wise brother..."

Yu Yong's grandfather, Yu Shinan, and Li Xuan's grandfather, Ouyang Xun, were known as the Four Families of the Early Tang Dynasty.

After Ouyang Xun died, Li Xuan's uncle Ouyang Tong inherited his talent and learning; after Yu Shinan died, it was Lu Jianzhi who inherited his name.

Therefore, when he heard what Li Xuan said, Yu Yong immediately looked happy, and then heard Li Xuan say: "If you don't mind me, brother, you and I will often compete with each other."

Li Xuan smiled sincerely and gently, and Yu Yong couldn't help but nod immediately: "Thank you, Your Majesty. Sorry for bothering you."

"Come on, let's raise a glass to this rare and prosperous era of literary talent." Li Xuan raised the wine glass in her hand and looked at the crowd.

The others had some degree of literary talent, and with emotion, they also raised their glasses at the same time.

"I wonder if the prince, who came all the way from Yangzhou, has any new works. I wonder if I can take a look at them." Lu Yuanming looked at Li Xuan curiously.

Li Xuan is a newly emerging literary talent in the world, but it has never been known to the public.

If he had not written such ambitious and touching poems such as "The only wish in life is that everyone has three autumn crops" when he was in Luoyang, it would really make people doubt whether the poems he wrote in Yangzhou were written by himself.

After all, there is Wang Bo beside Li Xuan.

However, although some people denounce it, most still agree with it.

After all, Li Xuan's maternal grandfather is the famous Ouyang Xun, and his uncle is the equally famous Ouyang Tong.

He received the teachings of the Ouyang family since childhood, and although his writing style is dangerous, it is more simple and sincere, which is completely different from Wang Bo's poetic style.

"Yes, there is a point, but it doesn't quite fit the situation now." Li Xuan was a little embarrassed.

The reason why he is reluctant to copy poetry too much is because it is difficult to completely match the poet's situation and mood when he wrote.

"It doesn't matter, the poems written by the prince are like a delicious meal, which makes people feel happy. Now I am relying on my old age to show off my old skills. Please, prince!" Lu Yuanming put down his wine glass and looked at Li Xuan with hope on his face.

"Dare you disobey the elder's orders?" Li Xuan sincerely handed over his hand, then looked at the paper on the table, picked it up, handed it to Yu Yong and said, "In this case, I'll trouble my dear brother to write for my foolish brother."

"How dare you disobey me!" Yu Yong took the paper very neatly, turned it over, and then took out the brush and ink cartridge from his arms.

It's hard to believe that there is someone who carries a brush and ink cartridge with him, and he's still a child.

Li Xuan was quite convinced about this, because the last person like this was his cousin Ouyang Youming.

Seeing that Yu Yong was ready, Li Xuan nodded slightly, then thought for a moment, and said casually and relaxedly: "The orioles are singing in thousands of miles, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags in the mountains and rivers are in the wind."

As soon as the first half of the sentence came out, the scene was immediately laid out, and everyone present nodded in admiration.

Lu Yuanming even picked up the wine glass and drank in small sips.

Li Xuan looked calm and continued: "There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist."

…

"In the mist and rain!"

The wine glass stopped in mid-air and the pen hung there. The faces of everyone present couldn't help but change at the same time.

"The poem is a good poem, and the literary talent shows that it is elegant." Yuan Yi was the first to speak, and then said with a slight wry smile: "If this poem of the prince is spread, I am afraid it will hinder the prince's wisdom."

"It doesn't matter." Li Xuan waved her hand slightly and said, "If it's a literary exchange, of course everything will be fine. If it's not a literary exchange..."

Li Xuan smiled softly, her smile full of meaning. Lu Yuanming, Yuan Yi and Zhang Chun beside them could all feel a sense of coldness and solemnity sweeping over them.

Li Xuan has never been a kind person, and Buddhism is also a major force in Jiangnan, so how can it be ignored so easily.

Looking across the faces of everyone present, Li Xuan said softly: "It is rumored that there is a King of the Western Regions in the Tianyin Sect. I wonder how much Yuan Sima knows about this King of the Western Regions?"

In the Tianyin Sect, Li Xuan had come into contact with almost all the masters under the King of Donghai, and even An Rongxiang, one of the four elders under the Queen, died in his hands.

There are also Bian Zhang, Thousand-faced Buddha, He Lao, and even the general manager Wen Fuzhi, who are all touched to some extent.

The only thing that he couldn't figure out at all was the King of the Western Regions.

"Your Highness is suspicious of this King of the Western Regions?" Yuan Lang immediately caught the unfinished meaning of Li Xuan's words,

If everything is true as he said, then the whole of Hangzhou will be in big trouble.

"Your Majesty is overly worried." Lu Yuanming waved his hands slightly and said with an unusually pure expression: "If we say that we expect peace in the world, people in the Buddhist sect are even more eager to do so than those in the Taoist sect.

After all, Buddhism has always had the best opportunity to develop only when the world is at peace. Once the world is in turmoil, Buddhism will only close its doors tightly, and they will not easily participate in such things."

"That's the Dao Sect!" Li Xuan's words made everyone present couldn't help but change their expressions.

Maoshan, more accurately speaking, North Maoshan.

There is Taoist support behind the Tianyin Sect. Although few people know this, it still exists.

"The secrets within the Tianyin Sect are very secretive and cannot be easily pried into by ordinary people. If the prince has any ideas, he might as well go to the Baiqisi Hangzhou branch to have a look. There is enough information there for the prince to investigate."

"Forget it, I am not sensitive to the things in there." Li Xuan smiled and waved his hand, saying: "There is a saying in the art of war, know yourself and the enemy, and you will never be in danger in a hundred battles. I hope to have a deeper understanding of the Tianyin Sect, but I can't

I hope someone has pried too deeply into my privacy. I think everyone present must have the same idea as me."

"If your Majesty needs it, I will do my best to cooperate." Yuan Yi earnestly handed over to Li Xuan.

Now he is really afraid of Li Xuan's unpredictable methods.

One is Buddhism, the other is Taoism. Now the troubles of Tianyin Sect are serious enough. If there is another fight between Taoism and Buddhism, then we all have to go through it.

"That's very good. Now there is indeed something that requires Sima's help." Li Xuan looked at Yuan Yi with a meaningful smile on her lips.

Lu Yuanming watched from the side and sighed in his heart. The King of Nanchang's method was so shrewd. It looked like there would be a lot of excitement in Hangzhou in the future.

Lu Yuanming knew in his heart that even though Li Xuan was Wuzhou's special agent, due to the close distance between Hangzhou and Wuzhou, he could use various means to influence Hangzhou at any time. Thinking of the governor Yuan Jiazuo, Lu Yuanming suddenly felt that the biggest handle in Hangzhou was being used by Li Xuan

The feeling of holding it.

At this moment, a burst of fast footsteps came from the outer hall.
Chapter completed!