Chapter 31 The Beginning
When he returned home at night, it was already the highest moon in the sky.
The streets and alleys of Yujing City are still lively, even more lively than during the day, especially the laughter in the restaurants, which floats far away.
Chu Zhiyuan walked leisurely in the court surrounded by guards, shaking his head.
Don't these people sleep?
Why is it more lively at night than during the day?
Could it be that the high energy of martial arts practitioners leads to this? But martial arts practitioners also need to rest, and even more importantly, practice.
He really couldn't understand the living conditions of these people.
Suddenly, Huang Shirong was seen in the crowd surrounded by two girls in white.
Huang Shirong is still cool and cold, and her appearance is still beautiful.
She was wearing an apricot-yellow gown, and she was as graceful as a weak willow holding the wind. The long sword on her waist still made people tremble with fear, fearing that it might break her slim waist.
She also saw Chu Zhiyuan in the distance, suddenly accelerated, and moved lightly through the crowd to the front.
Chu Zhiyuan waved his hand.
Guo Chi retreated knowingly and got out of the way.
Huang Shirong came to Chu Zhiyuan with a faint fragrance, cupped her fists and said with a smile: "Your Majesty."
"Hanghuang Master Huang, you are fine." Chu Zhiyuan smiled.
Huang Shirong smiled and said: "Your Majesty, are you in such a good mood?"
Chu Zhiyuan said: "I have bought a house next to Mingyue Tower. I go there occasionally to change my mood."
Huang Shirong nodded slightly.
Under normal circumstances, the luxurious palace is not enough for a lifetime, and there is no desire to buy a residence elsewhere.
But the fourth prince is different. He has been imprisoned in the palace for twenty years, and he is likely to have a vague boredom and fear of the palace.
Speaking of which, this fourth prince is also a pitiful person. His soul has been traumatized the most, and it may take him a lifetime to heal slowly.
Chu Zhiyuan said: "Can you figure out why it is so lively?"
Huang Shirong suddenly frowned: "More and more experts have been coming in recently, saying they are here to watch the fun."
"What's so exciting?"
"The Dazhen envoy is coming to Beijing, and they are here to see the Dazhen people."
Chu Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: "Are you here for revenge?"
Huang Shirong nodded slightly, with a solemn expression.
They said they came to see Dazhen, but they were obviously ready to take revenge on Dazhen.
Dazhen and Dajing also had a honeymoon period, but during the last two emperors, they were almost always at war.
Dazhen and Dameng secretly formed an alliance, flirted with each other, and dealt with Dajing in a tacit understanding, which caused Dajing to suffer too much.
This time Dazhen wanted to marry Dajing, but there were too many people opposed.
The relatives and friends of those who died in the war between Dazhen and Dajing all had a blood feud with Dazhen. How could Dajing be allowed to let Dazhen go.
Although an alliance with Dazhen is more conducive to dealing with Dameng.
But ordinary people don't care so much, they just want revenge.
This has brought huge pressure and burden to the Zhenwu Division and the City Patrol Guards, and if one mistake is made, big trouble will result.
If there is really something wrong with the Dazhen Envoy, it will definitely affect the alliance between the two countries. No one in the Zhenwu Division can bear this responsibility.
Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and said: "I have a headache just thinking about it."
Huang Shirong sighed softly.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said: "However, Chief Jiang is not an ordinary person. Hall Master Huang, you are also smart as ice and snow. I can't help you."
"Thank you for your good wishes." Huang Shirong smiled bitterly.
Chu Zhiyuan clasped his fists, and Huang Shirong said goodbye and left knowingly.
When they returned to the palace, the entire Prince Qing's palace had quieted down, with only the guards patrolling across the place.
Qingwangfu Street is as bright as day.
There are rows of carved lanterns with the Chinese character "Celebration" painted on both sides of the street. The concentrated lights fill the entire street, making the newly painted doors and gold nails sparkle.
Chu Zhiyuan entered the palace gate, returned to his courtyard, and waved his hand to let the four girls, Mo Yi, who had fallen asleep on the table, go back.
Just at this moment, Zou Fang came in and said that Liang Guanjie had been waiting for most of the night, insisting on waiting for the prince to come back.
Chu Zhiyuan nodded.
After a while, Liang Guanjie opened the curtain and entered the study room, cupping his fists and saluting.
Chu Zhiyuan waved his hand: "It's getting late. To make a long story short, how's it going?"
Liang Guanjie's Maitreya Buddha-like smile disappeared, his expression was serious, and he said softly: "Your Majesty, it has been found out that the guards of Prince Jing's Mansion are shared by the patrol guards and the Zhenwu Division, and the Supervision Department is also among them. There is a grand master in the east, west, and south of the mansion. There is a small suspicion that the Grand Master is in charge... No one in the palace is allowed to go out. All purchases are handled by the Zongwu Division, and then handed over to the special forbidden palace guards, and then handed over to the internal prison."
Chu Zhiyuan frowned: "Still so strict?"
Thirty years later, why is the imprisoned Prince Jing's Mansion still so strict?
If he was really dissatisfied and angry with the second prince, he should have calmed down long ago and not bothered to deal with him thirty years later.
It's really abnormal that it's still so strict.
Liang Guanjie said solemnly: "I also heard that these guards are changed every year and will never be repeated."
Chu Zhiyuan nodded slowly, his eyes flashing.
Liang Guanjie said: "I doubt that there is a great master, so I dare not go deeper. There is no way to find out more."
Chu Zhiyuan said slowly: "Can you see the second uncle?"
Liang Guanjie nodded: "Peeking from a distance, Prince Jing is in good spirits."
Chu Zhiyuan asked: "Where are the others?" Liang Guanjie said: "Prince Jing and his wife passed away three years ago, leaving only one princess, who is about the same age as the princess."
Chu Zhiyuan frowned: "Is there any more?"
"Prince Jing has no concubines or concubines. Now in the huge palace, it seems that there are only Prince Jing and the princess."
"Where are the servants in the house?"
"It's far inferior to our royal palace." Liang Guanjie shook his head: "My energy and spirit are gone, and I am all lazy and slack."
Chu Zhiyuan remained silent.
Liang Guanjie said softly: "Your Majesty, do you want to correspond with Prince Jing?"
"Wait a minute, you guys pull back first,...haven't you been discovered?"
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, it's impossible to find us."
"Ask Manager Feng to collect some money and elixirs, and go to Zhuangzi outside the city to retreat for half a month and come back."
"Yes."
Liang Guanjie clasped his fists and exited the study.
Chu Zhiyuan paced with his hands behind his back and shook his head.
Although my father wanted to visit King Jing very much, but now it seems that the situation is very abnormal, so it is still not appropriate to visit to avoid getting burned.
If you really want to visit, you have to wait until you become a master.
I have been waiting for thirty years, and it is not less than one and a half years.
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When the morning light first appeared the next day, he went to Mingwu Hall to practice martial arts with Chu Mingxuan, Chu Zhichuan, Chu Zhiting and others.
The Ziyang stakes were set up, and they practiced the Little Ziyang Technique while he practiced the Great Ziyang Technique.
The true energy of Da Ziyang Jue has many wonderful benefits.
Zhi Yang Zhi Gang, extremely pure, and has a special burning effect after entering the opponent's meridians. Even if it is one or two levels higher, it is difficult to dispel and resolve it.
What's more important is that the Great Purple Yang Jue has the effect of nourishing the body. In the same realm, the life span is longer, and it is directly comparable to the miraculous power of the great master.
When cultivating ordinary mental methods, it will damage the fundamentals and cause defects in energy and spirit. Even if the fire is deep enough, you will not be able to become a great master.
This is also one of the reasons why great masters are rare in the world.
During the break of practicing, he gathered with the princes and princes to chat.
He talked about what he had seen in the Ministry of Etiquette, and they talked about what they had heard from their parents, and they had a lively conversation with each other.
When the sun rose, he said goodbye to everyone and went to the Ministry of Etiquette to light the knot.
Stay in Tongtian Pavilion until noon, return to Prince Qing's Mansion, and have lunch together as a family.
During lunch, Chu Zhiyuan noticed that Bai Ningshuang was smiling, so he curiously asked why.
"It's King Xuan's birthday in a few days. I invite my mother to attend the birthday party. Yuan'er, you can come with us then."
"Fourth uncle?" Chu Zhiyuan smiled: "Congratulations, mother and concubine."
Although because of his outstanding performance in winter hunting and his entry into the Ministry of Etiquette, people began to come to ask for marriage.
When entering the palace, the attitudes of the princesses changed.
But this is the first time that a prince has extended an invitation.
This is a major signal, meaning a new beginning and the first step for Prince Qing's Mansion to integrate into the royal family.
"It's Yuan'er, please do your best!" Bai Ningshuang smiled brightly: "Otherwise, they would still pretend not to know me!"
She looked at Chu Zhiyuan with a smile: "Yuan'er, come with me."
Chu Zhiyuan hurriedly waved his hands and said that he was busy.
He was indeed busy practicing and was not satisfied with entering the realm and wanted to go faster.
Bai Ningshuang glared at him dissatisfied.
Chu Minghou advised her not to delay Chu Zhiyuan's business. His son was not an idler now, he was working in the Ministry of Rites.
"Dong An Guo's Mansion should also be invited. Maybe there is Princess Xiao. Yuan'er, don't you want to see it?"
Chu Zhiyuan shook his head decisively.
Now he has no time to distract himself from these things, he only thinks about cultivation.
Bai Ningshuang hummed dissatisfied: "Okay, I'll go with Yi'er."
Chu Yi's face suddenly wrinkled and she looked at her bitterly, with an expression begging for mercy.
Bai Ningshuang was not soft-hearted, and hummed: "Don't stay in the yard all day long playing with the flowers and plants, come with me to meet people!"
"Mother——!"
"No need to be nagging, it's settled!"
Chu Zhiyuan ignored Chu Yi's look for help and buried himself in his meal.
He was going to the Audit Department today to check the progress in person, and by the way, he would replace the ninth-grade meritorious service with the Small Marrow Cleansing Pill.
"Also, I asked your grandmother to find a female official in the palace to learn etiquette in the next few days."
Chu Yi said unconvinced: "Mom, I don't need to learn anymore."
"You studied in a muddle-headed manner. If something goes wrong, you will be embarrassed. You are worthy of your name."
"Mother——!" She turned her head and looked at Chu Zhiyuan pleadingly.
Chu Zhiyuan pretended not to notice, put down the bowl, said "I'm full" and stood up to leave. Chu Yi's dissatisfied call failed to stop him from leaving.
(End of chapter)