If the disciple is too sandy

Chapter 143: Great National Player Li Baiyang! (two more)

Beijing.

Li House.

Ever since Li Baiyang, the leader of the great power, resigned and left the world, the disciples of the aristocratic families in the capital are also staring at the position of the Minister of Rites.

But Li Baiyang knew very well that even if he did not take this position, it would not be the turn of disciples from other aristocratic families.

The Li family in Longxi is the real head of the top ten aristocratic families.

They didn't open their mouths, even if other families wanted to grab it, they had to weigh it.

After resigning from office, Li Baiyang was obsessed with chess and calligraphy. He stayed at home practicing calligraphy and chess all day long.

Even if officials from the DPRK and China came to visit, he just dealt with it casually.

That appearance, it seems that he doesn't care about these things at all.

Beside the flower bed of Li's mansion, Li Baiyang, who was practicing calligraphy with a pen, wrote a line of big characters in a vigorous and powerful way.

Gently blowing the ink on the rice paper in front of him, Li Baiyang stroked his white beard and nodded in satisfaction.

On the rice paper, there are four big characters that are enough to discuss the crime of beheading:

Kowloon seizes the throne!

If it was outside, whoever wrote these four words would not be able to lose even ten heads.

Seeing Li Baiyang stop writing, the butler hurried forward and handed over a cup of tea that had already been brewed.

"Master, there's a letter from Longxi."

Hearing this, Li Baiyang nodded slightly, motioning for the housekeeper to continue talking.

The butler also took out the letter and handed it over, and said respectfully: "The old master said to let the master prepare it, our Li family supports the eighth prince!"

"The eighth prince? That unknown Luo Qingbei?"

Li Baiyang stroked his long beard lightly, and said with a smile: "Interesting and interesting, it seems that the Eighth Prince also has extraordinary skills."

The unknown eighth prince.

This is what some officials in the capital call it in private.

The main reason is that among the nine princes, the eighth prince is the most marginalized, never participating in any private gatherings, and even rarely showing up.

Either stay in the mansion or stay in the palace every day.

A lifeless one who doesn't care about worldly affairs.

Regarding this, the officials had no choice but to exclude the Eighth Prince first.

Now that the Li family in Longxi said they would support the Eighth Prince, it might not shock and surprise Li Baiyang?

"The Eighth Prince is from the Shen family, and even the Shen family has given up on it, so why should our Li family join in the fun?"

Li Baiyang walked towards the stone table in the yard.

There is an exquisite chessboard on the stone table, but two young girls are playing chess.

The girl with an immature face who likes white clothes as much as Li Baiyang is Li Baiyang's granddaughter Li Rou'er.

The one who played against him was a girl in a purple dress with a hint of loneliness and coldness in the corners of her eyes.

The chess skills of the two of them are not bad, and they kill back and forth.

Seeing Li Baiyang approaching, the two also raised their heads and smiled.

"grandfather!"

"Grandpa Li!"

The two called out in unison.

Li Baiyang nodded lightly, glanced at their chess game, and said with a smile: "Yes, the chess skills have improved, Zhao girl's layout is a bit interesting."

"Thank you, Grandpa Li, for your compliment."

The girl surnamed Zhao nodded slightly.

To be praised by a big player is the highest honor for a chess player.

This is the number one chess player in the world, no one can match him.

Even if it is his apprentice, it is difficult to force this real chess skill.

"Girl Zhao, you came from Fengxiang Mansion, right?"

Li Baiyang said casually.

The butler hastily brought a chair over and carefully placed it behind Li Baiyang.

The girl surnamed Zhao nodded, and the look of loneliness in her eyes was even worse.

When the Blood Demon Sect raided Fengxiang Mansion back then, their Zhao family was implicated.

Although the Blood Demon Cult failed in the end, the Zhao family no longer exists, and Miss Zhao, who fled from the disaster, is also living under her entourage.

If it weren't for an aunt in the capital who married into the family, she would not have gained a foothold in the capital.

By chance, she and Li Rou'er met and became close as sisters, and they often played chess and chatted together in their spare time.

"Fengxiang Mansion...it's not peaceful recently."

Li Baiyang murmured, then raised his teacup and said, "Miss Zhao, have you ever heard of a person named Xu Nian?"

Xu Nian?

Miss Zhao thought for a while, and then a figure appeared in her mind.

When she fled with her guard Lu Dashan, she met several people from the Xuanhuang Sect, one of whom was Xu Nian, the head of the Xuanhuang Sect.

"There was a relationship."

Miss Zhao said softly: "He is the head of the Xuanhuang Sect. When I was running for my life, if he hadn't brought someone to rescue me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have come to the capital safely."

That's what she said, but she didn't think she owed Xu Nian anything.

Although she was rescued by the Xuanhuang faction at that time, she also took a detour to pass the message to the Xuanhuang faction.

The kindness in it has naturally been repaid.

"Oh? And this matter? It seems that you girl is lucky."

Li Baiyang stroked his beard and smiled: "This Xuanhuang sect is not simple, and their leader Xu Nian is even more so, you girl is lucky."

Hearing this, Miss Zhao also looked puzzled.

How could a dignified national player and former Minister of Rites suddenly be interested in a person from the Jianghu?
He is still a quack in Fengxiang Mansion.

eccentric!
Miss Zhao, who has a delicate mind, also wrote down this matter.

After I get back, ask someone to check the Xuanhuang faction.

After all, they fought desperately against the Blood Demon Sect for Fengxiang Mansion.

It is also a good thing for Fengxiang Mansion.

It's a pity that the people in Fengxiang mansion are no longer the same people as before.

"Oh, grandpa, you can either watch us play chess, or practice calligraphy. Don't influence me and Sister Zhao here!"

Li Rou'er pouted, with an unhappy expression on her face.

Apparently she wasn't satisfied with being interrupted when she was playing chess.

Seeing this, Li Baiyang smiled bitterly, got up and said: "Okay, grandpa won't bother you anymore, you're getting older, you should rest more."

As he spoke, he stood up, and after turning around, his face suddenly became serious.

The kind smile just now completely disappeared.

The face-changing speed is comparable to flipping a book!

After leaving the courtyard, Li Baiyang went straight to the study, and after entering it, he picked up a secret letter and looked at it.

There are only a few words written on the connotation:
The emperor intends to involve the Seventh Prince.

These few words are full of different flavors for the nobles and officials.

The Seventh Prince, who had lost power long ago, is now eligible to seize the heirloom again. It seems that all the candidates for the heir apparent in Nine Dragons have gathered together.

According to the news, it won't be long before the nine princes will gather in the capital.

People in the Li family are optimistic about the eighth prince, but Li Baiyang is not like that.

Once the Seventh Prince gets involved, the whole situation will change at that time.

Among the princes, how many can compare with the Seventh Prince?
"Come on!"

Li Baiyang hurriedly wrote a letter, packed it and said: "Send this letter to the Prince's Mansion, tell him not to go out recently, and do everything according to the contents of the letter!"

(End of this chapter)