The rise of the prince

Chapter 646 Di Zhi
Autumn is high and crisp, and it is a good time for the upper class to visit friends. For nobles who do not have the pressure of production and labor, autumn is free and easy.

On the west mountain, the mountain is sloping, the autumn leaves are red, there are scattered attic pavilions in the forest, and there is a temple on the top of the mountain, which is full of incense.

These pavilions, pavilions, and forest trails were all built when Prime Minister Yan was in power, and it was clearly stated that these are not belonging to the banquet family, but are owned by the public and the people, and shared by all people in the world.

But such a good place needs someone to take care of it, and in the end it was also taken care of by Yanjia.

Now is a good season, there are groups of children from noble families, rich and powerful, lingering among them. From time to time, the soul is blessed, and the skillful hands occasionally get it. If they recite one or two good lines, they will be spread everywhere, adding ink rhyme and scholarly fragrance, and the atmosphere of culture suddenly filled with it.

If the heart is full of spring, or if you fall in love with a young man, you can also go to the temple on the top of the mountain to burn incense and pray for blessings, and invest some incense money, which is also full of romance.

Such a place is naturally the first choice for talented scholars and beauties in Beijing in autumn, and a place where literati and inkmen love to come.

Today is no exception, with sporadic sunshine above the head, the sound of laughter and laughter, and people walking in the forest in small groups.

Li Qi used to like to come to this kind of place the most. Whether it is the lively atmosphere or the scholarly spirit she likes, she can also see all kinds of talented people show off their talents, write pens and inks, talk high-spirited, point out the country, and scold them. Fang Qiu, what a heroic scene.

No matter what, the unique and elegant taste is addictive, but today she is a little absent-minded.

"Sister Yongming, look, look!" Just as she was in front of the stone table in the small pavilion, looking down at Kaiyuan, her friend hurried over and put a piece of paper in front of her with a happy face.

"This is my brother's new sentence. He only understands the battlefield and dies for the country. Why bother to die on the battlefield. How?" My friend smiled excitedly, as if holding a treasure. up.

This friend is called Yan Ping, who is the cousin of Yan Junru, a talented scholar in Beijing. The elder brother he mentioned naturally refers to Yan Junru.

"Young Master Yan is so bold."

"Young master Yan is worried about the country, he is really manly."

"It's nothing more than a sincere heart to die for the country on the battlefield."

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A bunch of girls were talking about it, but Li Qi didn't speak. If it was before, she must have been so excited to comment with them, and also admired the talent of the banquet talents, but for some reason, she suddenly lost those.

Looking from afar, Yan Junru was talking and laughing surrounded by several young masters. He was polite and bowed his hands again and again, his etiquette and manners were in place everywhere, without losing the demeanor of the Yan family, presumably because of the previous sentence, he was praised by everyone .

In the past, such a Yanjun was very pleasing to her, although she only kept it in her heart, polite, calm, scholarly, that was the life she yearned for, the person she yearned for.

But for some reason, there seems to be an indescribable awkwardness now, and she doesn't know why.

It just so happened that the other party suddenly looked over at this moment, and they met each other's eyes from a long distance away. On the contrary, she was calm, not flustered, nor shy, just nodded indifferently, and then looked away.

why
Ever since the army set off, the king father was so angry that he said that King Pingnan cheated him and sent him to the north to die when he found a son-in-law. Sometimes when he was drunk, he asked her to ask her to put off her marriage. It didn't suit her the other way around.

She knew that her father was just drunk and angry, but what about herself?She didn't have an answer at the first time. If it was a hypothesis, she didn't know how she should answer.

A rough martial artist should be thousands of miles away from her world, and should be out of reach.

He can irritate people so much that he doesn't understand etiquette, justice, and shame. To avoid her, he actually moved to live in a house where someone died. Everyone in the world said that they were going to die, but when he left, he was still so calm and ruthless.
The more she thought about the last time she saw him, the more she felt blocked, or an indescribable emotion.

Obviously he was going to die, but he said it as calmly as he usually went out, which caused him to be unable to control his emotions for a while, and said some embarrassing things.

But every time she thinks about it, she always has a feeling that such calm determination makes her heart tremble more than any talented poems and songs.

I just don't know if he can come back.
"Sister Yongming?" Yan Ping leaned over, "What's the matter, I always feel that you are absent-minded, how about reading my brother's new sentence?" She said and handed over the note paper in her hand.

Li Qi smiled: "Very good, it's a good sentence, Mr. Yan is extremely talented. But today I have something to do, so I want to leave first."

Yan Ping was taken aback, not understanding what was wrong with her, but she could only nod her head.

Walking down the West Mountain alone, listening to the laughter behind him, the coachman of the Wangfu couldn't get in, and he had to go outside. After walking for a long time, Yan Junru was waiting in front of him.

Li Qi was taken aback, and then saw him approaching politely, holding a paper fan, well-dressed, and personable, he was the gentle and talented man who fascinated her back then.

"Princess, I saw it on the mountain just now, but it was just a glimpse, but I lost my mind. I heard my sister said that the princess had gone down the mountain beforehand, so I came here to wait. Wanwang didn't disturb the princess. Why don't I send the princess back to the mansion .” He said decently, his words were very ambiguous.

Li Qi looked at him, but she no longer had the shyness and expectation in her heart like before. Maybe she was always curious to get in touch with and accommodate new people and things before, but now she didn't know when, and lived in someone else.

"No, I'm afraid my husband will misunderstand." She said bluntly, this was the first time she mentioned her engagement to outsiders.

Yan Junru was taken aback for a moment, and then said in surprise: "Dare to ask the princess's husband?"

"Deputy Commander of the New Army, Di Zhi."

Yan Junru frowned: "Forgive me for taking the liberty, I have never heard of anything. Deputy Commander Di Zhi, I heard that this official position is still a martial artist, princess"

"You'll hear about it in the future." Li Qi didn't know where to get angry, and retorted him forcefully, then directly passed him, walked outside, and walked straight to the carriage of the palace.

Yan Junru just shook his head slightly, with some reluctance in his eyes, and muttered to himself: "So what if I heard it? It's just a martial artist, thanks to the fact that I value you, it seems that it is nothing more than that now."

The Yan family, the Jingxitian family, and the Wu family in central Shu are all well-known prominent families. The ancestors of the Yan family were from Shangguan to Pingzhang and privy envoys. The fall and idle princes are comparable.

"It's fate that you didn't fucking die." Li Xingzhou watched the doctor change Di Zhi's dressing. The muscles around the wound on his thigh had been necrotic and turned into black dead flesh. Fortunately, it was disinfected with alcohol, and there was no infection and festering. He just needed to wait for a new one. Muscle tissue grows and slowly recovers.

"My lord, I didn't embarrass you." Di Zhi gritted his teeth and grinned in pain.

"Not yet, we'll see how we behave later. If I'm alive, I won't be ashamed. If I'm dead like a dead dog, I'll be ashamed. Understand."

He nodded without answering.

Li Xingzhou understands what he means, that is to say, I understand the truth, but I will dare to do it next time. It's really a dog who can't change it.

Di Zhi's personality reminded him of a person, that is, the number one general in the Northern Song Dynasty (I ranked it myself, everyone sees the benevolent and the wise see wisdom), Di Qing, a grassroots soldier assigned from tattooing, and a legendary figure who became a privy envoy all the way.

Not to mention anything else, the point of not being afraid of death is simply unnecessary.

(End of this chapter)