fake prince

Chapter 892

There is a saying that the poor are rich in literature and martial arts, which means that poor people want to get ahead, and reading is the most practical. Although books are expensive, they are not really unaffordable for one. Thinking, being a bookkeeper can also survive.

But if you want to learn martial arts to get ahead, it will be more troublesome. Not only do you have to eat well every day to keep your physical fitness up, but you also have to learn from famous teachers and learn from friends.

Without extreme learning, it will be difficult to reach the peak in a lifetime of cultivation.

Bo Yan's background is not considered poor, and his family is not weak, but because he is not from a family of martial arts, even if he has an unclear relationship with the Imperial City Secretary, he can only learn second-rate skills.

Whoever has the ultimate knowledge is not hiding it like a treasure, he can't get it at all, he can only rely on talent and practice, honed it bit by bit, and seek a breakthrough and epiphany at a certain moment.

To be honest, his saber technique has been sharpened from second-rate to first-rate, but this is a matter that consumes a lot of talent and effort. By now, he has already felt the bottleneck.

The saddest thing in the world is that there is no road ahead, or you can't walk by yourself.

Yes, among the people in Jianghu, there are also some who are geniuses of the sky, even if they only learn superficial martial arts, they can understand a little bit, comprehend by analogy, and finally converge into a vast ocean.

But none of this is one in a thousand.

Look at Luo Jiang, who was once weaker than him, but now he can draw with him, or even lead by one or two strokes, how can Bo Yan not be moved?

After Su Ziji gave the secret book to Luo Jiang, he looked at Bo Yan. Seeing that Bo Yan's expression changed slightly, he knew it was time, and said casually, "Bo Yan, you come forward, I have something to tell you to do."

"Bo Yan listens to King Hou's orders!" Bo Yan dropped his thoughts, stepped forward immediately, and replied respectfully.

Su Ziji seemed to say casually: "It's not a big deal. When you go out, listen to the evaluation of Gu from outside, and tell Gu later."

This task couldn't be easier, so Bo Yan naturally said nothing, and immediately responded: "Obey!"

Seeing that Bo Yan agreed, he backed away repeatedly, Su Ziji turned his face and smiled and said to Wen Xunpeng: "The other gentlemen are already manned. Mr. Wen is the first time, you can choose some manpower in the mansion to handle the work."

After explaining to the king, he went out. Looking at his back, Bo Yan accidentally didn't stay on Wen Xunpeng. Although Wen Xunpeng was the target of the assassination, his mind was in a mess now. hesitate.

"I'm going back first. Just think about it." Luo Jiang also watched Dai Wang leave, turned his head to face Bo Yan, and said calmly.

Regardless of Bo Yan's expression, after saying this, Luo Jiang walked away with the cheat book in his hand, looking at his posture, he couldn't wait any longer and wanted to go back to the small courtyard to study.

Bo Yan stood where he was, and waited until everyone had gone away, then wiped his face with his hands, tried his best to cheer up, and went outside.

"Isn't this Bo Duzheng? Are you going out?"

Because it's not the time to get off work, generally speaking, it's not the time for the soldiers and the captains who manage the soldiers to go out for a walk, but Bo Yan is the deputy captain, wearing official uniforms, and the people at the door are very polite. ask.

Bo Yan explained: "I was ordered by the king to go out on business."

After he said this, the porter smiled and let him go.

When we got out of Daiwang Mansion, we stood on the side of the road. At this moment in June, rows of shops are open. Even in the morning, it is hot. In an old shop in the distance, the shop owner and three or four guys are all bare-chested. enjoy the cool air.

Originally, they knew each other and wanted to say hello, but when they saw Bo Yan in official clothes, they were startled, grabbed the clothes and put them on, and hurriedly greeted and saluted.

"I was still shopping here the day before yesterday, it's not the rule." Bo Yan said.

"Oh, at this time and at that time, you are an official now, I can't be disrespectful, I froze a watermelon in the well behind, do you want to have a bite?"

"No, I still have errands." Bo Yan subconsciously straightened his official robes and walked along the street. Since he got the official position of the ninth rank, it was the first time for him to leave the mansion, and it was the first time he went out wearing clothes. The familiar shop owner passed by and the two hurriedly avoided, and the gaze they cast on him made Bo Yan feel a little strange.

It was a look mixed with curiosity, awe, and envy. In the past, Bo Yan was a master with excellent vertical knife skills, but he had never been stared at with this kind of look.

"Someone would envy me?"

Bo Yan walked slowly towards the distance, and after being watched a lot, the uneasy feeling gradually disappeared, replaced by a novel emotion.

"When I was a Jianghu guest, because of my martial arts, some people were afraid when they saw me and my brothers, but that kind of fear is different from the awe we have now."

"The common people want to get rid of the relationship with the Jianghu people, and maybe become friends with officials, or even get married, but they can't wait... Is this the biggest difference between Jianghu people and military officials?"

Ordinary people are in awe of officials. After all, this is a world with strict hierarchy. If Bo Yan has realized something, he can't tell how he feels now.

This kind of identity change was not so obvious when he stayed in the Daiwang's mansion, but now that he is out of the Daiwang's mansion, he can no longer deceive himself.

"I used to yell at the dog officer with my brothers, thinking that the world is cool, but now, I ask myself, I really like the feeling of being awed and envied now."

"Isn't what I'm looking for a future, or a change of family?"

"Being a military officer, being able to be a clean man, and let the ancestors be honored by me in the future, isn't that the purpose of my hard work?"

"Now I have achieved it... unfortunately..."

It's a pity that he entered the Dai Palace for a different purpose. If the Dai Palace finds out about this, what will he do then?

Give up this hard-won official status?

Reluctant... Bo Yan sighed in his heart, looking around, even in an unfamiliar area, the vendors on the roadside all nodded and bowed when they saw him looking at him, this feeling was never felt before.

"Oh, this official, you're here!" When he finally arrived at a small teahouse, the waiter saw a military officer coming in, and was so frightened that he immediately went to call the boss.

"Don't be too troublesome, serve me a pot of good tea first, and then some snacks. If there are still people coming later, we'll talk about the rest." Bo Yan said lightly.

Although there are many officials in the capital, but this small teahouse is rarely encountered, the boss immediately responded, and after a while, he personally cleaned the table and brought refreshments to Bo Yan who was sitting in the corner.

Bo Yan took a sip of tea, glanced around, and saw that the teahouse was very ordinary, and now there were five or six people drinking tea to cool off, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"This tiger skin is really nice, come here quickly, brothers?" After Bo Yan came out, he found someone to deliver letters to the brothers, guessing the time, it should be almost here.

Sure enough, after a while, several people came in from the outside, glanced around, and finally saw Bo Yan sitting in the corner, and immediately shouted in surprise: "Brother!"

(End of this chapter)