I am immortal in history

Sixty miles north of the capital.

Jimin County.

Qingfeng Restaurant.

The name sounds unremarkable, but the operator has a great background. He once lived in the East Palace and almost became the prince of Daqian.

The great grandson was deposed and Zhao Zong was killed.

Since he was demoted to the common people, Zhao Zong dragged his family to Jimin County, which is not far from the capital.

If it is too close, it will be feared by others; if it is too far, it will be too dangerous.

In the beginning, Zhao Zong's family still had the restraint of a royal family. They lived a comfortable life by pawning jewelry and had many servants and maids.

The late emperor confiscated the East Palace, and there was not much gold and silver left. After a few years of sitting on nothing, it was completely depleted.

Zhao Zong pooled his money and opened a shop to sell wine. The business was quite prosperous relying on the palace's secret recipe.

"Shopkeeper, give me two pounds of Qingfeng to make you drunk." The guest handed over a wine jar.

"okay."

Zhao Zong poured wine skillfully, bending his back slightly to show respect to his guests.

"Four baskets and two kilograms, I'll give you half a basket, so you can drink it often!"

No one would have thought that this nice-tongued shopkeeper was the grandson of Da Qian a few years ago. They only thought he was a well-run shop owner.

After a while.

Another customer came to the counter and handed him a blue and green wine gourd.

"Full."

"okay."

Zhao Zong opened the gourd lid, and the aroma of wine spurted out. It was more intoxicating than the breeze in the big wine vat, and he couldn't help but admire it.

As soon as he poured the wine into the gourd, he didn't take it seriously at first, but when he saw that thirty or forty bottles were still not full, and the weight of the gourd didn't change, Zhao Zong's face turned slightly pale.

He looked up at the guest and saw that he was a wine-taker with a sophisticated nose. His navy blue robe was dirty and had not been washed for an unknown amount of time.

The messy bun has a hosta stuck in it.

"Why doesn't the shopkeeper drink?"

"Senior...I don't have enough wine!"

Zhao Zong tried hard to suppress the fear in his heart, thinking that the Taoist priest in front of him came from the palace and sent his family on their way.

The old Taoist said: "Aren't there several tanks in the backyard?"

"Okay, come with me!"

Zhao Zong lowered his eyes and led the old Taoist to the wine vat in the backyard. He suddenly turned around, poisonous smoke spilled from his sleeves, and shouted at the tribesmen who were making wine.

"Run quickly, Dog Emperor..."

The old Taoist waved his sleeves and robes to disperse the poisonous smoke, and sealed Zhao Zong's mute point with his bent fingers: "That guy Zhao Yu can't command the old Taoist!"

When Zhao Zong heard this, he immediately felt relieved.

Even if he deliberately sent people to test him, he would not dare to authenticate the emperor's real name.

The old Taoist helped Zhao Zong untie the mute point and explained: "Old Taoist Qi Yunzi, the official of the Dragon Scale Guard, wants to discuss something important with His Highness."

Zhao Zong had a guess in his mind: "Senior, what is the Dragon Scale Guard?"

"The Taizu of Daqian came into the world as a true dragon and founded the Dragon Scale Guard to protect the stability of the country."

Qi Yunzi explained: "Zhao Yu abolished the position of prime minister and changed the tax law, which violated the ancestral system. Longlin Guards must restore the orthodoxy of Taizu."

"It turned out to be the secret guard built by Taizu!"

Zhao Zong said in surprise: "I am a descendant of Taizu's bloodline. I should do my best to restore the ancestral system."

"The Dragon Scale Guard is willing to serve my grandson."

Qi Yunzi bowed and saluted: "In a few days, someone will write a letter to join His Highness in fighting for profits with the people. After being reprimanded and sent to the southeastern border, he can show off his talents!"

"Very good."

Zhao Zong had a conversation with Qi Yunzi, and carefully inquired about the structure of the Dragon Scale Guards, and learned that there was a martial arts master sitting in charge, kowtowing in the direction of the imperial mausoleum.

After sending Qi Yunzi away, Zhao Zong returned to the counter and continued selling wine.

Zhao Ling, the younger brother in charge of brewing, came over and asked in a low voice: "Brother, do you really believe in Lao Shi Zi Long Scale Guard?"

"What's the difference between believing it and not believing it?"

Zhao Zong looked towards the capital: "Our two uncles have only died a few years ago. I heard from Qi Yunzi that Uncle Sixth Prince is also seriously ill..."

At this time.

When a guest came to get a drink, Zhao Zong's expression changed quickly, and he bowed slightly with a smile on his face.

"Sir, please wait a moment!"

…

Zhuangyuan Building.

When Li Ping'an entered the door, he saw several plaques with inscriptions hanging above the main hall, and the golden light was very dazzling.

The tallest and largest plaque reads "Study diligently and be determined", and other plaques have similar inscriptions, either to express gratitude, to encourage learning, or to clarify one's aspirations.

No matter the meaning or calligraphy, there is nothing surprising. What is really attractive is the line of small words below the inscription.

The largest one was written by Su Mingyuan on a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, and the others were all Jinshi, instantly turning ordinary calligraphy into a lofty artistic conception.

The person who writes is more important than the quality of the writing!

The noisy and lively scholars outside the door suddenly fell silent when they came in and saw the plaque, and bowed slightly to salute.

"Did you hear that Mr. Wang has been transferred back to the capital?"

"From the county magistrate to the head of the household department, at Mr. Wang's age, it is very likely that he will be awarded the title of bachelor in the future..."

"They must have followed the path of Su Xiang, they are the same age!"

"Ahem, cough, cough, be careful what you say!"

"If we can go to high school in the future, we will also write inscriptions in the Zhuangyuan Building. We will have a close relationship with all the seniors. If we meet in the officialdom in the future, we can use this as an excuse to visit and socialize."

"That's how it should be!"

"..."

Li Ping'an couldn't help but shake his head when he heard the word Su Xiang.

Your Majesty has abolished the official position of Prime Minister, and the people actually call Su Mingyuan "Prime Minister", which shows his great power.

"Flowers are like brocade, and fire is cooking oil. Gentlemen keep a respectful distance..."

Looking all the way in from the bookshelf at the door, the title of the book Li Pingan saw first turned out to be "Wenlin Collection".

With such a conspicuous location, Zhuangyuanlou is obviously pushing for it.

"Wenlin Collection" comes from Wenlin Academy, which was built by Prime Minister Cai who retired from old age and returned to his hometown. The Cai family originally belonged to a wealthy family in Jiangnan. It is said that many children of aristocratic families went to the academy to study.

"Shopkeeper Wu...it's really interesting!"

Li Ping'an browsed through it at random and found that many of the poems and songs written in the collection had an old-fashioned flavor of remembering and reminiscing about the past.

Jiangnan was greatly affected by the New Deal, but he did not dare to act openly and openly, so he could only linger on old dreams and write some strange and satirical articles.

"Su Mingyuan won't care about such a trivial matter if he knows about it."

"If the New Deal is repeated in the future, Zhuangyuanlou will be able to avoid being implicated with this anthology..."

Li Pingan put the book back. He sincerely supported the New Deal and had no good impression of the Jiangnan family.

He looked through the bookshelves one by one, selected a dozen volumes of Taoist classics, and left the Zhuangyuan Building after paying.

After studying the Taoist scriptures for nine years, Li Ping'an has surpassed shopkeeper Wu in just talking about metaphysics and Taoism.

…

The sun sets.

Li Ping'an's shadow was very long, his hands were folded, and he was humming a tune.

"I think back then, UU Reading ｗｗｗ.uukanshu.netｔ my team had just opened, there were only a dozen people in total, seven or eight guns..."

I walked all the way home, pushed the door open, and saw a dark old man sitting in the courtyard, holding a wine jar and drinking slowly.

His face is wrinkled and his hair is gray.

Li Ping'an frowned slightly, feeling that the person was not kind. He glanced at his wife sitting opposite and suppressed his thoughts of running away.

"Senior, I don't know where this thing comes from?"

"For my poor disciple."

The old man's voice was choked with sobs: "I have retired from the world for more than ten years, and then I took in a closed disciple, and ended up having him beaten to death!"

Li Ping'an asked: "Who is the senior apprentice?"

The old man replied: "The surname is important, and the nickname is Gale Swordsman."

Li Ping'an was shocked, his expression did not change at all, he shook his head and said, "Junior doesn't know senior's apprentice."

"It's okay if you don't know him."

The old man wiped his tears and said cruel words with compassion on his face: "The old man's disciple died in the capital. If we can't find out who did it, then kill all the devils in the capital!"

Li Ping'an secretly scolded the old madman: "What if it wasn't the devil?"

"You don't need a reason to eliminate demons and protect the Tao."

The old man Gululu drank up the wine jar, took out a foot-long fishing rod from his arms, waved it gently and it became six or seven feet long, stood up and said.

"The devil will die obediently, so as not to suffer any more pain."

"Senior is a righteous hero. My wife is not good at martial arts. Can you please let her go back to the house?"

A cold light flashed in Li Ping'an's eyes. This old guy simply killed the devil to vent his anger. He not only took revenge in name, but also gained fame in the world.

Exactly.

The old guy stood under the peach tree, which was exactly where the swordsman's bones were buried.

"Master and disciple share the same virtue and should be buried together!"