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Chapter 102 The King of Bin
Just as Lu Gui wanted to ask Xiaohe what he knew, Lao Xu's series of fatal calls struck again.

In fact, since He Shunlu just now, this person has been calling him relentlessly.

So, after the sixteenth vibration after the phone was muted, Lu Gui had to apologize to Feng He before picking it up.

"The painting academy asked for the manuscript to be handed in at four in the afternoon, why didn't you go back to the hotel?" Old Xu's loud voice came out through the receiver, drawing Fenghe's sideways glance.

"I'll give it to you when I get back later, what are you in a hurry for?" Lu Gui frowned.

"Oh, I'm the contact person. The official exhibition will be held tomorrow, and the organizer has been helping us for a day." Lao Xu said guiltily, "Isn't it because you're afraid that you won't come back at night?"

"Heh!" I don't know what he is looking for.

Lu Gui hung up the phone angrily, adjusted his mood, and then went to see the girl beside him.

"Did you hear it all?"

"Hmm, what kind of sketch is it?" Very good, obviously I didn't understand.

"The propositional works of Tang Dynasty Culture Week will be exhibited in tomorrow's special exhibition." Lu Gui breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah, it's the special exhibition at the East Coast Museum of Art?" Feng He remembered that Qiao Zhenzhen should have asked her to go there too.

"Yes, are you coming?"

"Hmm! I want to see the alchemy equipment on display." Feng He blurted out, and then added in a timely manner, "And your paintings!"

Seeing the girl's innocent expression, Lu Gui smiled.

Alchemy device?
He thought of Dan Shibo Jiang she talked about.

Did this girl take the myth seriously?

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was getting late. The two said goodbye at the door of the second-hand bookstore.

When Feng He returned home, looking at the empty house, his joyful mood for finding the clue suddenly fell silent again.

She didn't know if it was mostly the loneliness brought about by living alone, or because she felt a little empty in her heart after being separated from Mr. Lu.

Forget it, before Qiao Zhenzhen's prank is over, let's take a bath first.

The water in the bathtub was hot and steamy, and she still had the wet jade cong hanging around her neck, looking up at the ceiling, muttering something.

"Tang Dynasty, Zhenguan, Wu Zetian, King Bin..."

She closed her eyes and recalled the life of King Li Shouli in her mind.

Although the grandson of Tang Gaozu Li Zhi was a descendant of the emperor, the first half of his life can be described as miserable.

His original name was Li Guangren, and he was the second son of Li Xian, Prince Zhanghuai.In the year of his death, his father Li Xian was jealous of Empress Wu and demoted to common people on the charge of treason, and the whole family was exiled to Bazhou.Four years later, Empress Wu abolished the emperor and ruled in power. There was a vision in the sky, and Li Xian, the father of Li Guangren, committed suicide in Bazhou.

The first year of Chui Gong was also the second year after Li Xian committed suicide. Perhaps it was because the threat was finally gone that Empress Wu restored his son's title.Li Guangren, the emperor's grandson, also changed his name to Li Shouli, King Siyong, returned to the imperial capital from Bazhou, and was imprisoned in the imperial palace.

Thirteen years later, in the first year of the Holy Calendar, Li Dan was granted the title of Prime Minister, and then he regained his freedom to live in Xinghua Square in the west of Chang'an City.

In the first year of Tang Long, because Li Shouli was regarded as the prince in Zhongzong's will, he was admitted to the King of Bin, and he was already thirty-eight years old.

However, in terms of historical materials, both the "Old Book of Tang" and "New Book of Tang" are quite critical of this King Bin.

According to legend, His Royal Highness the King of Bin had a very hard life in his early years, with poor knowledge and no etiquette. In his later years, he lived a very extravagant life because of the emperor's grace, and searched for rare treasures everywhere. That's why it is said that the owner of the cellar in Hejia Village is Li Shouli.

But if the owner of these gold and silver wares is Li Shouli, why would he hide the gold wares so crudely in the urn?

Li Shouli died in the twenty-ninth year of Kaiyuan, which is far from the Anshi Rebellion.His death time was nearly twenty years earlier than the Anshi Rebellion, and why was he so panicked?
The truth of history has been hidden by time after all.

God... is it related to this matter?

Feng He remembered that she had read a short biography somewhere, saying that Li Shouli, the king of Bin, had the ability to predict the weather.

He explained to Tang Xuanzong that it was because he was imprisoned in the palace when he was young, he was often beaten, and he had old diseases.

It sounds embarrassing.

But is there a possibility that he really has any connection with alchemist or Zhenjun Huode?

Bazhou is located in the western barren mountains, and it was also in the territory of Xishu during the Tang Dynasty. It seems to be very close to Longzhou, and it was once a place where many monsters gathered.

The rulers at that time advocated Taoism, and many new gods had incense since then.

Speaking of which, would Xianjun Rong Jin know something?
Feng He sighed faintly, and woke up from his thoughts.

I saw the jade cong on the chest emitting fluorescence, although it didn't have the spirit of a weapon, it seemed to be reminded of itself in this way.

"Does it mean that my thinking is right? Huh?"

As her words fell, Feng He saw that the jade cong seemed to have a spirit, the ivory-colored light faded away, and the green surface appeared again.

It seems that the alchemy tools in tomorrow's special exhibition must be observed carefully.

Then if possible, go back to Xishu and ask Immortal Rong Jin about the Vulcan.

Furthermore, you can go to Chang'an to find out. Although thousands of years have passed, the gods there may know something.

Feng He made up his mind and stopped thinking about it.

He got out of the bathtub, changed his clothes, and hurried downstairs again.

……

The old city is not too far away from the hotel, Lu Gui walked back slowly, it took less than an hour.

Holding the scroll, when he knocked on the door of Lao Xu's room, he saw two beauties sitting inside, one of them should be the one who had dinner with him just now, and the other one was unknown to him.

"Let me introduce you." Old Xu smiled all over his face.

"No need, this is for you." With a cold face, Lu Gui handed out the things, turned his head and left.

"Hey, hey, don't go, tell me, what's going on between you and that four-thousand-year-old beauty." Old Xu ignored the second daughter, closed the door, and put a flattering hand on his shoulder , "What do you mean not a girlfriend?"

"She's only nineteen."

Lu Gui opened his hand, a man, why is he so gossip.

"How wonderful to be nineteen years old! How can you be so young when you are as young as a green onion?"

Old Xu didn't take it seriously, and followed behind, muttering, "Twenty-six, nineteen, the age difference is perfect. Although you haven't reached the legal age for marriage, it's just a relationship. Do you still want to marry her now... ..."

"Snapped!"

The door closed inexorably before him.

"Hey!" Old Xu patted on the door, "Are you so handsome?!"

If it weren't for being entrusted by others, he wouldn't bother to gossip about this Bing Tuozi's private affairs.

Forget it, after all, the money was collected, for the sake of the money, bear it!
Seeing that Lu Gui didn't intend to open the door, Lao Xu hummed a little tune and left.

In the room, Lu Gui felt a little strange, he hadn't seen Yue Yue in the past few days, why did this old Xu act like he was possessed by him.

He collected himself and didn't want to be disturbed by these idlers again.

At tomorrow's special exhibition, he plans to give Xiaohe a gift.

Lu Gui sat down at the desk, pushed the pens, inks, papers and inkstones aside, then took out the diary, and took out a blank notebook, ready to translate the Russian words on it one by one.

Fortunately, the following content is not too much.

After sitting down, he raised his head again, it was already night.

Lu Gui frowned, and slowly closed the diary.

Between the turning of the pages, the title page, the messy graffiti came into view again.

Wait, the pattern that Xiaohe showed him...

He seems to remember?

(End of this chapter)