[Comprehensive martial arts] The Central Plains is too scary

When Lu Tage found the small courtyard according to the place Yang Yu had told him before, Gu Xichao was sitting calmly on the stone bench in the courtyard, and stood up abruptly when the people from the Western Regions landed in front of him.

"The emperor calls you over."

The man from the Western Region swallowed the untouched tea on the stone table in one gulp, and said while chewing the tea leaves.

"... Seriously?" Gu Xichao's expression went blank for a moment.

Lu Tage didn't quite understand why the Central Plains man had such an expression when he should be happy, so he put the cup back on the table and nodded, "Seriously."

"Master Yang... Are you really going to present the music?" the man in the green shirt asked with a trembling voice.

Lu Tage said "hmm" and repeated, "The emperor told you to go over."

As for Gu Xichao going, he didn't need to follow, Yang Yu had already instructed, just Gu Xichao went to face the saint alone.

Yang Yu felt very special to him. Changge's disciples had an aura that was not inferior to Yuan Suiyun's, but comparing carefully, he lacked Yuan Suiyun's coldness and had more secretive delicacy.

Since Yuan Suiyun started, Lu Tage has been used to analyzing and thinking about everyone around him, every movement and the meaning behind their behavior.

But Yang Yu is different, Yang Yu is not his mission target, at least Yang Yu will not harm him.

Therefore, Lu Tage chose to obey those orders and tasks that were not explained.

But while obeying these orders, he always thought of another person.

Ding Jun.

If it is about others, he will always hold some reserved doubts.Then if the person giving orders is replaced by Ding Jun, not to mention mountains of swords and seas of fire, even if he is an enemy of Mingzun, even if he is facing a situation of death, Lu Tage will not hesitate at all.

After all, he joined Mingjiao because of his master, and he studied hard because of his master. Rather than saying that Lu Tage believes in Mingzun, it is better to say that his true belief is in Ding Jun.

Live for Ding Jun, die for Ding Jun, or for Ding Jun who has experienced countless grand sights in the Central Plains and still chooses to return to the desert, serving one person with his whole life.

He missed Ding Jun, wanted to listen to him, wanted to listen to his orders, and only wanted to listen to his orders.

Lu Tage still didn't know if he liked it or not.

But if he wants to live with one person in this life, he wants to choose Ding Jun.

......

The man from the Western Regions stretched out his hand to pour another cup of tea, poured it down in one gulp, and reflected in his heart.

...Why has he always been on Ding Jun's side no matter what he does recently?

When Gu Xichao walked out of the palace, he was still in a daze.

In order to avoid suspicion, Yang Yu did not ride in the same carriage with him, and went back early, as for Hua Xiangrong, he had already stayed in the palace.

With the beauty at his side, it is naturally impossible for Zhao Ji to talk to Gu Xichao for too long.He just roughly listened to Gu Xichao's thoughts, and sealed the young man to be a parent official who is not big or small but has real power, and let him do it freely.

The easy realization of the wish for many years made Gu Xichao feel a strong sense of unreality in his heart. After all, even if there was an act of offering books in the street that was almost desperate, Gu Xichao thought that at most he would be a county magistrate, and even It may be necessary to polish it in Hanlin for a period of time.

It's not like what it is now, as soon as he comes out, he has become a big member of the party.

Qingzhou... will be under his rule from now on.

The young official couldn't hold back the corners of his lips, so he simply didn't. He was in a good mood when he rode back home alone.

People say that the spring breeze is proud of the horseshoe disease, and you can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

Now Gu Xichao is on Xinma Street, it's the first time he has come to Bianjing for so long to look around, the market is noisy and full of people, but even though he is alone, his heart is hot.

In the future, he will have a place of his own, and he will manage it completely according to his ideas, allowing him to freely display his talents and ambitions.

Thinking so, the new Master Zhizhou saw the pastry shop on the side of the road, took the only money left on his body, carefully selected a few of the most delicate ones for Yang Yu, wrapped them in paper, and carefully put them in his arms .

A few days ago when he went to Yang Yu's mansion to submit an essay, Yang Yu was eating, and the porridge and side dishes were only one egg more than ordinary people's lunch. It really made Gu Xichao feel distressed.

Yang Yu obviously shouldn't be like this, a person with such a good looks and temperament, even if he is a servant of Israel, he can't end up like this, let alone a high-ranking official who everyone in the court wants to win over.

He should be well-clothed and well-fed, and he should be revered by all people and treated with courtesy by the emperor, instead of falling into the generation of witch doctor and musician.

"Yo, isn't this Mrs. Gu Xichao?" Gu Xichao was in a trance when a voice sounded beside him.

The man in green shirt followed the voice and looked at the strange middle-aged man, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"I'm in charge of Fu's house, and Fu Xiang sent me down to pass on a message, saying that I want to have a story with my lord."

The middle-aged man laughed with him, bowed deeply to Gu Xichao, stretched out his hand and said, "My lord, please."

"Fu Zongshu?" Gu Xichao just paused for a moment, and then refused without hesitation, "I'm busy with business, please tell Fu Xiang for me. I don't ask for any fame, and I'm not interested in profit. Serving the imperial court, I don't know what to praise, I hope you will forgive me."

After finishing speaking, he stepped on the stirrup with his long legs, turned around and stepped on the horseback, leaving no room for reaction, and turned to leave.

The middle-aged man was probably used to being servile and flattering, and he was stunned by Gu Xichao's three or two sentences. After regaining his senses, the boy who had just become an official really walked away.

There were a lot of people on the street, Gu Xichao was riding a horse again, and now he was quite a distance away from him, and there were crowds of pedestrians around, making it difficult to catch up.

"Bah, what the hell." The middle-aged man's expression suddenly turned ferocious, he spat fiercely, gouged out his eyes at Gu Xichao's back, and scolded loudly, "You're so arrogant if you're an idiot, wait for the Prime Minister to make you kneel down!" Let me carry the shoes for grandpa."

The man in the green shirt didn't even turn his head. He was clearly at a distance where he could hear the words clearly, but he insisted that middle-aged people didn't exist.

When Gu Xichao entered Yang Yu's broken mansion from the small gate, the Changge family members were painting.

He was in poor health when he was a child, and Yang Qingyue didn't care much about herself and didn't discipline him much.As the master of the sect, Yang Yifei could open the biggest back door for Yang Yu, that is, he could listen to the conversations and lectures of the literati of the Changgemen at will.

After 20 years, Yang Yu has been taught to be proficient in all arts.

Knowing about Gu Xichao, the old servant in the mansion opened the door to let Mr. Zhizhou in, and motioned him to be as quiet as possible.Gu Xichao nodded, breathlessly walked to Yang Yu's side, and looked at the picture scroll on the case.

The picture scroll is very long, and the sandalwood table in the mansion has long been pawned. Now the table table used by Yang Yu is just an ordinary long elm table, which looks like a dining table in a restaurant and teahouse.

But the painting on the dinner table...

"Picture of 87 Immortals...?!" Gu Xichao whispered.

Yang Yu put down his pen, looked carefully at the newly drawn person, turned his head and said with a smile, "It's the official map of 28 stars."

87 The picture of immortals is rumored to be made by Wu Daozi. It is a treasure of Taoism both at that time and now. Most people only hear his name and know it as the line drawing of the Tang Dynasty. Gu Xichao compared Yang Yu's standard painting style of the Tang Dynasty It's normal for the characters to mistakenly think that they are imitating the 87 fairy pictures.

In fact, Yang Yu's official map of 28 stars that he intends to dedicate to the emperor was indeed inspired by the map of 87 immortals.

The emperor is so overjoyed, this exquisite thing needs to be a little more grand, so as to cater to the other party's taste.

Disciple Changge wiped his hands with the cloth towel brought by the old servant beside him, thanked him, and signaled Gu Xichao to talk to him elsewhere.

The mansion is very large, and there is even a water pavilion. Yang Yu sat down on the bamboo mat in the pavilion, made a cup of tea for Gu Xichao, and asked softly, "Is everything going well?"

The tea is bitter, clearing heat and reducing fire, green in color, one sip of bitter Gu Xichao was unable to speak for a long time.

Yang Yu, who had been drinking traditional Chinese medicine all year round, looked calm, seeing Gu Xichao finished drinking tea, he lifted the pot and refilled another cup for him.

Gu Xichao "..."

"Your Majesty appointed me as the magistrate of Qingzhou." He tried his best to ignore the bitter cup of tea that made his throat dry, and said to Yang Yu, "When I came back, someone from Fu Zongshu invited me over."

Fu Zongshu?

Yang Yu stopped sipping tea, thinking that this idiot won't just refuse him directly, and said with the same expression on his face, "You didn't go?"

"Of course I didn't go." Fu Zongshu and Yang Yu were opposite each other, and they were treacherous ministers, so of course Gu Xichao would not go.

"...Why did you refuse?" Yang Yu put down his teacup and tapped on the low table with his fingers.

"I'm busy with business, please tell Fu Xiang for me. I don't seek any fame, and I'm not interested in profit. I just want to serve the court. I don't know what is flattering. I hope you can forgive me." Gu Xichao said honestly He repeated what he said before, with a smile on his face, waiting for praise.

Yang Yu "..."

Looking at the young man in front of him who didn't know how young and arrogant he was, that is to say, himself, Yu Shi Zhongcheng suddenly felt a headache.

"I'll make an apology tonight, if you still want to be an official." Picking up the teacup again, he took a sip of tea to calm himself down, Yang Yu took a deep breath and explained to Gu Xichao, a rookie in the officialdom, "In the future, when you are in Qingzhou, he In the capital, you are just a magistrate, he faces the saint every day, no matter how good the impression you left on His Majesty today, to Fu Zongshu, two words and three words can change it."

This is the advantage of being in the capital city. Although you don't have so many personal rights, you can go straight to Qingyun and soar upward.

"Today's Fu Zongshu." Yang Yu said, "Even if it's me, I have to avoid him."

Gu Xichao didn't expect Yang Yu to react like this, and instinctively opened his mouth to refute, "But Fu Zongshu is a villain!"

"Temporary low dive is for Tengyuan." The disciple of Changge Sect interrupted him, and his tone was rare, "Rushing into it will only break your claws and corners, and you will be grinded from a dragon to a worm."

"There is another way." Lu Tage, who had just come back, heard what the two said, and sat down beside Yang Yu with his robes lifted. He was still wearing the same clothes that he danced this morning, and the gold ornaments on his body immediately jingled with this movement. There was a sound.

The man from the Western Regions held down the gold chain on his wrist to prevent it from colliding with the waist pendant. He stopped his voice and said bluntly, "Just kill that guy, or not."

This time there was only one person who was not killed, not the hundreds of people that Yang Yu refuted before, Lu Tage was puzzled by the twisted thoughts of these two people from the Central Plains.

Why bother with something that can be solved with a single blow.

Yang Yu shook his head.

"Assassination is only needed once, at most once." He said, "It's just that the time has not come. The person I want you to kill is not Fu Zongshu."