132. My Last Name Is Su, and I Don’t Write Poetry Anymore (6K Chapters)

Fengxi Country is not far from Feiyu Fairy Palace.

But... this is for cultivators.

There are seven countries between the two places, including Baoxiang Country, Lanyue Country, and Liuguang Country. After reaching Baoxiang Country in the north, you have to cross a vast water area of ​​thousands of miles to reach Lingnan Road in Fengxi Country.

For mortals, these journeys, even if riding a thousand-mile horse, will take a lifetime of energy.

Xu Xing walked and stopped along the way, experiencing the customs of various countries.

Cultivation also requires relaxation.

It is not good for cultivation to be as tight as a bowstring all the time.

About five days later.

Xu Xing crossed Lingnan Road, Jiangxi South Road, and Luonan Road and came to the Shenjing City of Fengxi Country. He stood on the watchtower standing beside the blue-black city wall, stepped on a corner of its eaves, and looked at the inner and outer cities from a distance.

One hundred and eight market towns, in order.

The East and West Markets were bustling with traffic and people, a scene of prosperity with flowers and brocade.

"Gong Yangyi has a way of governing the country."

Xu Xing secretly praised.

Don't look at Gong Yangyi's repeated defeats when he was his enemy. But before he went to Siming Mountain, Gong Yangyi was the strategist of Shang Heshang, and basically he was successful.

Heyang Mountain is the leader of the eighteen princes!

It can be said that Gong Yangyi's internal affairs methods are absolutely first-class.

"Let's go to Kunwang Mansion first."

"Third brother Kun Tianwang has the most practical heart and is also my sworn brother. He values ​​brotherhood the most."

Going down the watchtower, Xu Xing casually cast a breath-retaining spell on himself and went straight to Kunwang Mansion in Shengkangfang.

He did not intend to go directly to the palace rashly.

Twelve years have passed since he left.

Although it is not as if the world has changed drastically, things have changed and people have changed. But twelve years are enough to change many things. Especially since he claimed that he was ill and had not been able to attend the court to meet with the officials.

Even though close ministers such as Gongyang Yi and Chang Ji knew that Emperor Tiande was not seriously ill, but went to Feiyu Fairy Palace to seek immortality. But he had not shown up for too long, who knew whether the officials or local vassal kings had developed disloyalty during such a long time...

"He is a prince..."

"Why is it so deserted in front of the door."

After a while, Xu Xing arrived at a mansion with a high gate.

The mansion he gave to Kuntian Wang Changkun was the palace of Yongwang, the son of Emperor Chongming.

This palace covers an area of ​​about 100 acres, with a painted vermilion gate, a bright copper animal head copper ring nailed on the door, and two majestic white jade lions sitting on the door pillow. Through the blue bricks and black tiles that are more than two people high, you can see the various attics with high eaves inside the palace, which shows the style of the palace.

But the front of this mansion is a bit deserted.

Whether it was the main gate or the side gate.

The main gate was closed, and two burly blue-clad servants stood at the side gate, guarding the gate. Beside the side gate, near the horse-tie stone, there was little fresh soil, and there was a thin layer of dust on the ground.

A glimpse of the whole picture.

If King Kun had many guests, there should be no empty horse-tie stones, not even a horse.

"Go in and take a look."

Xu Xing dodged, passed the two guards, and entered the palace.

It was not in accordance with etiquette to enter without notice.

But he was the founding emperor, and this little etiquette could not restrict him.

In an instant.

Xu Xing found King Kun Chang Kun in an ice room in the backyard.

Chang Kun was half lying on a Luohan bed, squinting his eyes and snoring. He opened his chest, and two concubines beside him fanned him with a palm-leaf fan. In the ice room, there were two large buckets of ice.

The cool air was passed to Chang Kun by the fan.

Seeing this.

Xu Xing was not surprised.

At this time, Fengxi Kingdom was in the heat of summer. It was common for dignitaries to take ice from the ice cellar to build ice rooms to cool off. Chang Kun's behavior was not considered extravagant and licentious.

"Third brother..."

"I haven't seen you for many years. Third brother has a lot of meat in his thighs. He lives a lot more comfortably than the fourth brother. I am really envious of him."

Not long after, Xu Xing showed up and looked at Chang Kun, who had white hair, with a smile on his face.

The two concubines who were fanning Chang Kun suddenly saw Xu Xing showing up and mistakenly thought he was an assassin. They almost shouted for the guards outside to come in and protect the emperor. But when they heard Xu Xing's self-proclaimed name, they immediately held back the words that were about to come out of their mouths to avoid offending the emperor.

The fourth brother of King Kun was no one other than Emperor Tiande.

"The maids greet the emperor..."

The two concubines knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling slightly.

The person in front of them was Emperor Tiande, who could decide their life and death. How dare they disrespect him?

The noise instantly woke up Chang Kun, who was sleeping soundly. He quickly got up from the Luohan bed. Then, he saw the calm figure of Xu Xing standing in the room.

"Your Majesty, I greet you."

Chang Kun was stunned for a few breaths, rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that he was not seeing things, he immediately lifted the front of his robe and prepared to kneel down to greet Xu Xing.

The righteousness of the monarch and his subjects is above, and the righteousness of the brothers is below.

As a minister for a long time, Chang Kun knew the limits.

"Third brother, why be so polite."

Xu Xing instantly came in front of Chang Kun, bent slightly, and stopped Chang Kun from bowing with his arms.

Then, he shook his head and said, "Third brother, you and I are sworn brothers, and the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects is nothing. Besides, I have entered the immortal path now, and I will avoid some worldly etiquette if possible."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Chang Kun did not insist on bowing, but he did not change his address, and still called Xu Xing "Your Majesty" instead of "Fourth Brother".

Some common rituals may be waived.

But if he really doesn't know what to do, Xu Xing will be okay at first, but over time, he will definitely be dissatisfied.

Chang Kun knows all about the fine among the rough.

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The ice room was restored as a living room.

The maid pours spiritual tea.

The aroma fills the whole room and makes people salivate.

Xu Xing took his seat and took the main seat. Chang Kun accompanied him. The two of them each took a sip of the tea steeped in the Huan Wu Ling Tea. Only then did Xu Xing clarify his purpose of coming to Prince Kun's Mansion this time.

Find out about the current situation in the imperial court.

"Chaozhong..."

Chang Kun touched his head.

Even though he was touched, his fourth brother did not treat him as an outsider.

But some words had to be told truthfully. He sneered and said: "Your Majesty, you know me. It's okay to talk about fighting, but I don't care much about the affairs of the court, and I can't manage them well. So. As early as the second year after your Majesty left, I simply closed the gate of the palace to prevent visitors..."

What he said was true, but there were still some things he hadn't said.

In fact, the reason why he closed the palace and did not see outsiders was. In addition to the fact that he is not greedy for power, the more reason is that the vassal king with a foreign surname attracts attention...

In the fourth year of Tiande's reign, someone impeached him, King Kun, for taking bribes and lining his own pockets. Chang Kun was furious at first. He hated corrupt officials the most in his life. How could he be corrupt? In addition, Xu Xing rewarded their sworn brothers endlessly, and he was not short of money. How could he be corrupt and accept bribes.

back--

After being impeached by all the officials in the court, he realized belatedly that it was his own surname that caused the trouble.

So Chang Kun rushed to Gong Yangyi's mansion overnight and asked Gong Yangyi what he should do next. Gong Yangyi gave him this advice, asking him to delegate his power and become a wealthy prince.

"Then now...who has the most power in the DPRK..."

"Third brother, you should know about this."

Xu Xing's words became slightly colder.

He finally understood that Chang Kun was afraid of offending others, so he was fooling around.

But after he thought about it for a moment, he felt relieved.

He could just leave, but Chang Kun still had to find a career for himself and a future for his descendants. Now, it is not terrible to offend him, the great ancestor, because he is not in power, and he will not kill him and break off the previous kindness just because of this matter.

But if Chang Kun offends the forces in the court, then his future and that of his descendants will be unpredictable.

"It's...the queen and the chief minister Gong Yangyi are in power together."

Chang Kun hesitated for a moment and said.

I can't hide this from Xu Xing. As long as Xu Xing makes some inquiries in Shenjing, he can know who is in power in Shenjing now. All officials know it, and so do the people in the market.

If he really pretends that he doesn't know anything, then he will really offend Xu Xing to death.

But after he finished speaking, Chang Kun added, "Your Majesty, you also know that you claimed to be ill and did not see any officials. Even though we ministers knew that you were seeking immortality. But the middle-level and lower-level officials , and the people in the world don’t know, and the queen is helpless..."

"The prince is young, if the queen does not get involved in politics."

"The power of the Heavenly Family is hard to survive!"

He spoke from the bottom of his heart.

"This matter...I understand."

After a moment of silence, Xu Xing nodded, looking calm.

Zhao Yunniang's harem intervened in the government affairs and took power. In fact, it was his deliberate arrangement when he left. If he really intends to limit the power of the harem, as the founder of the country, he can decide it with one word.

Just leave an edict.

No matter how good Zhao Yunniang is, she can't change the situation.

"The official who impeached Third Brother..."

"Is this the queen's trick?"

Xu Xing glanced at Chang Kun and smiled.

Among the two people who gained power in the court, they were Queen Zhao Yunniang and Gong Yangyi, the chief minister of the cabinet. The former is the empress, the mother of the world, and nominally has the power to intervene in politics when the emperor is not in power. The latter is the chief minister of the cabinet and has the natural political power to command all officials...

However, vassal kings with foreign surnames such as Kuntian King Chang Kun fell.

Obviously, it was a political maneuver by Gong Yangyi and Zhao Yunniang to return power to the central government. After all, external vassal turmoil affected the government.

This kind of thing is a general trend.

Anyone sitting in the seats of Gong Yangyi and Zhao Yunniang would do the same thing.

At the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the heroes were enfeoffed, so the power of the central government had to be delegated to outsiders. However, subsequent rulers obviously did not have the prestige of the founder of the country, so the central government would inevitably continue to seize power and fight against the "vassal kings" and "heroes" who had cut off their flesh and blood, in order to achieve the effect of stabilizing the power of the central government.

"Son of a bitch..."

"It turned out to be Gong Yangyi's idea."

"It's a shame that I keep blaming the queen and go to him for help..."

Hearing this, an angry look appeared on Kuntian King Chang Kun's face. He cursed, "Since the beginning of the army, I have known that Gong Yangyi is a bad boy. I thought I had a comradeship with him. Unexpectedly, he The plot is on me.”

He thought about the first level.

She thought it was Queen Zhao Yunniang who wanted to gain power and consolidate the power of the Tianjia to prevent the power of the Tianjia from falling by the wayside, so she willingly became a rich and virtuous king.

But he never expected that there was actually a plan by Gong Yangyi.

"Where's eldest brother?"

"How is he..."

"Are you willing to be a wealthy and wise king?"

Xu Xing asked again.

When he was on the Guanxi Road, in order to build his reputation, he left a thousand Buyanqi to Yao Dang, the king of mourning.

Later, when he unified the world, his position was taken from Yao Dang, so Yao Dang had the most real titles. It can be said that Yao Dang was the most powerful vassal king among the vassal kings with other surnames, with at least more than 10,000 troops under his command.

Of course, he was also on guard against Yao Dang.

When the people of the Xu clan were granted wings, they deliberately put the Xu clan's fiefs and Yao Dang's together to restrain each other.

"Brother's words..."

Chang Kun let out a long sigh, "My eldest brother passed away suddenly two years ago. A guard from Prince Mourning's Palace said that before my eldest brother passed away, he met my second brother once..."

Among the three heavenly kings in Siming Mountain, King Mourning and King Wei have the best relationship.

Neither is he.

"King Weitian?"

Xu Xing frowned.

He intuitively felt that there was something fishy about the death of King Yao Dang.

In the second fate deduction, he was beheaded by Ye Jiming with a sword, and then turned into an underground master with an immortal soul. It was King Wei Tian who used means to destroy his remaining soul.

Then it is obvious that King Weitian, who separated his troops in Daoliang Mountain, will have some opportunities afterwards.

Maybe King Weitian is also a monk now.

This is also something that cannot be said for sure.

"Although I usurped Yao Dang's power, I never felt sorry for Yao Dang afterwards. King Wei Tian will not hate me. Besides, no matter how powerful King Wei Tian is, is he as good as me?"

Xu Xing calmed down and put aside the matter of King Weitian for the time being.

The path to immortality is cruel.

There were only a few people who could get to the back.

If King Wei Tian really hated him, he would have taken revenge on Zhao Yunniang and Xu Zhang long ago. In addition, he looked at the King of Power and did not think that this person was a narrow-minded person.

then.

Chang Kun followed Xu Xing's instructions and recounted what happened to the "Xu family" and the ministers in the court during the past twelve years.

However, he still had some reservations and mentioned it briefly without going into details.

"Third brother can have this realization..."

"Among the ministers, the one who can defeat Third Brother is no more than the number of two palms."

After listening, Xu Xing was not angry about Chang Kun's handling of things, but instead praised him.

Knowing the pros and cons, knowing how to advance and retreat.

can do this.

That's enough to be called a wise man.

"Thank you for your compliment, Your Majesty."

Chang Kun breathed a sigh of relief. He pretended to be stupid, scratched his head first, and then bowed to Xu Xing.

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Walk out of Prince Kun's Mansion.

Xu Xing's face showed a hint of confusion.

Although he praised Chang Kun for his decent handling of things, Chang Kun's decent handling of things was not a sign of his affinity. A few years after the uprising, he and Chang Kun got to know each other, first in a false way, and then after four years of getting along, they became more sincere. But he never thought that twelve years later, everything would be as before.

"By the way, King Xingtian flicked his sleeves, and two yellow snakes came out of his sleeves."

"On that day, the sacred capital was majestic, and the immortals stood in the sky..."

"King Xingtian cut off the immortal's arm, laughed several times, grabbed the immortal's arm, and bit it with his mouth... The immortal energy escaped, and little bits of blood fell below the south city, allowing the dead cypress trees to spring again."

"The immortal was furious and cursed: How dare a mere mortal dare to attack the immortal?"

"At this time, King Xingtian bent his bow again and shot an arrow into the immortal's eye. The immortal was afraid that his eyes would be taken away by King Xingtian again, so he said, 'The essence and blood of your parents should not be discarded,' and swallowed his own eyes."

"And this time the battle to kill the immortals..."

"The king of Xingtian was also cursed, and his age was unknown. He had no choice but to rest in the palace."

"For the welfare of all people, King Xingtian is willing to accept the punishment of heaven for one person..."

"We, the common people, must share in the punishment of King Xing."

Not long after he left Shengkangfang, Xu Xing met a storyteller in a big coat and holding a white paper folding fan at the entrance of the square, talking under a big locust tree, surrounded by a group of people listening to the book.

The book in question is nothing else.

It was the battle between him and Ye Jiming outside Shenjing in the first year of Tiande.

It's just that three people became tigers, and this story became more and more outrageous.

"It doesn't have to be outrageous..."

"It's also possible that the imperial court deliberately let the storyteller speak like this, so as to establish my authority and promote the imperial court's orthodoxy... After all, I have already killed an immortal. With such difficulty, no one in the world will dare to rebel after listening to this."

Xu Xing shook his head and thought to himself.

In order to promote Taizu's righteousness in winning the country, later generations compiled the legend of Taizu without being polite at all. Things like being born with a strange fragrance filling the house, a mother's dream about a dragon entering her body, a red emperor's son killing a white emperor's son, having three breasts... etc. These are all outrageous things to write about. But the stupid people still do this.

In comparison, his Immortal Killing was relatively normal.

"etc……"

"This storyteller..."

"Scholar Su?"

Just when Xu Xing was about to leave, he subconsciously glanced back at the storyteller.

It didn't matter before this sweep, but after the sweep, I was suddenly surprised.

At this time, although Academician Su had shaved off his beard, his face looked a little older.

However, Xu Xing and Su Xueshi had been in prison for a long time. In addition, he had extraordinary spiritual awareness at this time, so with just one glance, he could tell that this storyteller was none other than Su Xue, who dominated the Fengxi Chinese literary world at that time. Scholar - Suche.

"Emperor Tiande..."

"Oh, no..., Mr. Xu..."

Xu Xing, a scholar who just drank tea from Lanhou, also noticed Xu Xing. He almost couldn't hold back and let the tea in his mouth spurt out from his throat.

However, he was also hit by the tea a few times.

So he quickly put down the tea cup, wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and stood up to salute Xu Xing.

Today is different from the past.

Xu Xing has become emperor.

However, Xu Xingshi, a former official, also knew that it was not appropriate to expose Xu Xing's identity at this time, so before he could say the words "Emperor Tiande", he quickly changed his name to "Master Xu".

"Let's chat at the roadside teahouse."

Xu Xing became interested.

He didn't expect that the storyteller who arranged his story on the roadside was actually Su Xueshi, who was a prison mate with him.

"please."

Scholar Su put the reward money in the large porcelain bowl into his pocket, then inserted the white paper fan into his waist, then followed Xu Xing into the roadside teahouse with his hands clasped behind his back, where he called for a waiter and a pot of high-quality tea.

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Drink some tea.

Seeing his old friend, Scholar Su opened his heart and said, "I am no longer an official. In the first year of Tiande, you took over the world and invited me to serve as an official in the court. I deliberately avoided the imperial envoys you sent and hid outside the house. I waited for three days and three nights until the imperial envoy left, and then I returned home."

"Later, I came to Shenjing. I saw that storytelling was interesting, so I started talking about books."

"It's not fun to be an official."

"The big hermit hides in the city, the small hermit hides in the wild."

He smiled generously, with bitterness in his smile.

After several consecutive disappointments in officialdom, he also understood that he was not the material to be an official.

After entering the court, he could only write poems and lyrics for the new emperor.

Instead of being a prime minister and serving the country and the people.

He understands that to serve the country and the people is to harm the people and help the country. He really has no such ability.

When Emperor Chongming was in power, he could still scold the emperor for being in power, but it was difficult for him to realize his ambitions.

But after Xu Xing punished the people and established a new dynasty... Xu Xing, who was familiar with him, sent an imperial envoy to grant him an official position, which was also a idle position.

He immediately knew what he was doing.

Since then, he has no more thoughts of becoming an official in the court.

"storytelling……"

Seeing that the tea was gone, Xu Xing took out the Huanwuling tea from the storage bag, twisted a few tea leaves and threw them in. Then he cast a spell to attract living water and began to cook tea quietly.

While using magic to maintain the heat of the tea, he advised: "Storytelling is something that most scribes cannot do. Poetry is the right way to do it. Storytelling cannot be refined. Scholar Su, why are you doing this?"

Storytelling is a low-level job.

Let alone Su Xueshi, a former Hanlin scholar, ordinary scholars without fame are not willing to be humble and go to the streets to tell stories. At most, they sell calligraphy.

No matter how much you give up on yourself, you can't do this.

"Master Xu..."

"What about poetry? What about storytelling?"

Academician Su looked longingly at the teapot suspended on the table. The tea leaves Xu Xing twisted just now, if he guessed correctly, should be the fairy tea drank by immortals. He has nothing good to do in his life, but he only has some desires for food and drink.

He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said disdainfully: "It's all a job of showing off words, what's the difference between high and low?"

"My surname is Su, I don't write poetry anymore!"

He hummed a few times.

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No more poetry?

Xu Xing looked at Scholar Su silently.

He didn't know whether Xuexianshi Su was speaking out of anger or the truth. But when he thought about it, the reason Su Xueshi didn't write poetry was probably inseparable from the poem Princess Anren asked for.

The character of a scholar may seem invisible, but sometimes it can actually be touched.

Emperor Chongming lost his country because of his stupidity.

But this is also closely related to Emperor Chongming's unwillingness to give them dignity when dealing with ministers.

Treat your ministers as your own private slaves!

"Master Xu..."

"Are you really sick and recuperating in the palace? Or... have you gone to seek immortality?"

After a moment of silence, Academician Su took the initiative to change the topic.

Asked about the thing that concerned him the most.

In his opinion, Xu Xing is not a fatuous ruler. Xu Xing, who was born as an official, not only understood how to survive in officialdom, but also understood that a country cannot live without a king for a day.

They will not be dismissed easily.

Especially not long after the founding of the country.

Now that he saw Xu Xing's casual skill, he probably had some guesses about what Xu Xing had been doing in the past twelve years. But he wasn't sure, so he wanted to get an answer from Xu Xing.

"Seeking immortality..."

Xu Xing remained calm, glanced at Scholar Su, and replied.

Although Feiyu Immortal Palace allows immortals not to interfere with each other, this commandment is not so strict. If he hadn't been surrounded by the Human King Body and the Ming King Body at that time, he would have been killed by Ye Jiming with a sword, and there would have been no chance to invade Shenjing and replace the Song family.

Therefore, revealing something or two does not constitute a violation of the sect's precepts.