Chang Li looked at the emperor on the couch quietly with an indifferent expression.
Finally, he said lightly, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, your children will eventually choose a winner, and they will inherit your position." , send you to your grave properly.”
The last sentence was as light as clouds floating in the air, but it had a solemn meaning that made the emperor break out in a cold sweat.
His fingers kept trembling, and the corner of his eye could no longer fully capture the gradually blurring figure.
With his persistent willpower, he actually slowly turned his head and stared at the god-like figure.
His back, his eyes were as cloudy as the mud in a disturbed pool, and the hoarse and shrill voice floated slowly in the night sky, "Why?"
Chang Li's slender figure was reflected on the screen, looking a little lonely.
He said casually, "Maybe you look too similar to that person."
The person who founded this dynasty really disgusted him.
A trace of doubt flashed in the emperor's eyes.
Who was he similar to?
He slowly lay down on the bed, still thinking about this question in his mind.
Time passed little by little, and when the emperor finally couldn't stand the sleepiness and closed his eyes. , he vaguely remembered that he might be similar to the portrait hanging high in the temple.
If not for this reason, how could he seize the throne from his younger brother?
Back in Linxian Hall, Chang Li sat casually on the stone platform.
He waved his sleeves, and a tea set appeared next to him.
He took out the only tea that had been preserved, and cooked it in a smooth and flowing way.
The quiet fragrance of tea appeared in the hall, but it made Chang Li's voice sound a little lonely.
He finished two cups of tea and drank one in one gulp.
His eyes were ethereal as he looked towards the courtyard shrouded in darkness, where a large tree with lush leaves was sleeping in the breeze.
His expression looked a little lonely for a moment, and then a faint smile appeared on that pale and indifferent face.
This smile contained a trace of sadness and reminiscence, and a sarcastic remark followed.
His smile appeared in the night sky, "It's so boring."
After a long time, he casually brushed his sleeves, stood up and walked to the backyard.
Another cup of cool tea was still placed on the same place.
The tea did not have any dust left and was still green and clear.
A misty voice floated quietly in this lonely palace after Changli left, "Ah Xiao" Just as Li Zilan said, the wooden sign that invited Chang Li to come down the mountain was not obtained by the great ancestor of Chu at first.
It belonged to another person, Qianji Prime Minister Xiao Dinglan.
Xiao Dinglan is highly praised both in official and unofficial history.
Rumor has it that he knows everything about astronomy and geography, that his literary virtues and martial arts are unmatched by anyone in the world, that he is resourceful and good at making decisions, but he is also a gentleman, and he also has the ability to know people.
Ability was the greatest basis for Emperor Gaozu to gain power.
A saying passed down in that chaotic era was even more popular among the people: He who wins the Master Qianji will win the world.
This Young Master Qianji is Xiao Dinglan.
Although this sentence is not clearly recorded in the history books of Dachu, it is widely circulated in those unofficial histories, which shows Xiao Dinglan's elegance.
And such an outstanding person is Changli's student, his only student.
Hundreds of years ago, Chang Li was cultivating in the mortal world.
He came across a child who was being hunted.
He rescued the child and kept him by his side to teach him.
This kid is very talented, but he also has a rare innocent heart.
Chang Li taught him everything he had learned, and he was able to master it one by one, and even excelled at it, such as chess and tea art.
And the only thing he couldn't learn was the Taoist mentality.
The spiritual energy of this world is thin, and only a handful of people in the Taoist sect can enter the Tao.
Even a genius like Chang Li cannot use any supernatural powers that penetrate the heavens and the earth.
However, if he keeps practicing, he will always find his own way, and there is hope for immortality.
But Xiao Dinglan couldn't learn it, or he was unwilling to learn it.
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Chang Li once asked him why.
Xiao Dinglan was only at the age of dancing spoons at that time, but he looked directly into Chang Li's eyes and said firmly and calmly, "Like Mr.
Xi, practicing Taoism and living in seclusion in the world.
Although there is hope for immortality, it is not what I want." .
My wish is for peace in the world, health for the people, peace and prosperity in the world. " At that time, the world was in chaos, warlords were separatist, foreigners were looking at him, and the people were in dire straits.
But now, a young boy gave up a road to the sky and chose to work for the welfare of all people and seek peace for the common people.
Chang Li was shocked for a moment.
He has seen too many dynasties change, and has seen too many great heroes, but there are too few people with such a mind.
They fight for the world, either to take advantage of the situation, or for fame and fortune, or for male ambition, but the person who became the livelihood of the people from the beginning┈maybe the young man in front of them.
After many reincarnations, Chang Li's mood was extremely weak, but his heart was still affected by this young man, so even though he knew that he would definitely succeed in practicing Taoism with his qualifications, he still followed his wishes.
From that day on, the things he was taught changed from Taoism, medical skills, music, chess, calligraphy and painting to the art of marching and war, being good at planning and changing people's hearts.
It was also from that day that Changli officially accepted him as his disciple.
Xiao Dinglan's qualifications were beyond anyone's reach.
Even if the things Chang Li taught him were complicated, he still learned them one by one, even if he had to stay up until dawn, even if this was not what he, a young boy, should bear.
He stayed with Changli for twenty years.
When he left, Changli gave him a wooden sign, saying that if one day his life was in danger, this wooden sign might be able to save his life. .
Xiao Dinglan just accepted the wooden sign with a smile.
The young man's clear and bright eyes showed a sense of reluctance, but more importantly, he was full of high spirits.
Before he turned and left, he asked Changli, "Teacher, please give me a name."
For the past twenty years, Changli has been calling him Tea Boy.
Changli just glanced at him and said gently and lightly, "Choose your own name."
Xiao Dinglan didn't force it, "When the world is peaceful and the world is prosperous, my name will be Dinglan."
He blurted out.
Then, under the sound of the strings that Chang Li plucked casually, he took off the purple bamboo flute hanging from his waist, and walked away into the distance while playing the farewell flute music.
It was not until he was about to leave the bamboo house in Changli that Xiao Dinglan put down his purple bamboo flute.
At this time, the sound of the piano had long since dissipated, and the somewhat lonely Xiao song lingered in the green bamboo forest.
His last words disappeared into the air together with the sound of the flute, "I only hope that after the world is peaceful, I can still be the boy who plays the flute next to Master.
If that is the case, then my surname will be Xiao."
Even though he originally had a more prominent name
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