What are you doing?
Li Chang'an looked at a group of soldiers squatting on the ground pulling weeds, somewhat puzzled.
The order to march across the land has been issued, but the army still needs to assemble, and the disaster victims in Jiangnan also need to be properly settled, so they did not set off immediately.
With nothing else to do, Li Chang'an wandered around the various disaster relief sites, checking on the food the victims were eating and whether any soldiers were bullying the ordinary people.
The rest of the place was fine, but the camp that Bailuoti was in charge of was a bit strange.
After finishing their work, the soldiers didn't rest immediately. Instead, they squatted on the grass, sticking their butts out, and pulled weeds.
Upon hearing his voice, Bai Luoti immediately stood up with a start.
"Your Highness... what brings you here?"
Li Chang'an looked at him and rolled his eyes: "Bai Luoti, what kind of fancy stuff are you up to now?"
Hehehe!
Bai Luoti scratched his head and grinned foolishly: "Your Highness, I have something good to show you."
As he spoke, he showed the aphrodisiac herb in his hand to Li Chang'an as if it were a treasure.
"It's just grass..."
"Holy crap, chives!"
When Li Chang'an first saw the aphrodisiac herb, he thought it was just an ordinary weed. He had been in the Ming Dynasty for so long that many things from later generations were blurry in his memory.
It wasn't until he looked at it a second time that he recognized it as the "leek" that would later be called a "man's fuel station."
"This is good stuff."
Li Chang'an took the chives and thought of himself, feeling exhausted after each math problem.
"Hmm, where did you find this thing?"
"It was this fellow villager who found it."
Bai Luoti dared not take credit, and pointed to Chen Dong next to him: "He knows how to grow this kind of thing. Some of the brothers have also started their own families, so after they finish their work, they will have some time to pick this stuff."
Li Chang'an snatched the chives from Bai Luo's hand and then said to the other soldiers, "You're all not doing a good job in disaster relief, but instead you're here doing this fancy stuff. Go back and rest so you can be more energetic for disaster relief."
The soldiers dared not resist and returned to their barracks to rest with their heads down.
An hour later, when Bai Luo suggested inspecting the camp, he saw Li Chang'an's personal guards squatting on the grass with torches, doing something unknown.
As he drew closer, he heard the prince's voice.
"Pick more, I need this stuff."
...
Tai'an City, the Regent's Palace.
Lin Dongdong and Miao Qingqing, two silly little girls, are drawing on the stone table. They are having a competition to see who can draw better.
Qiao Feng, Murong Hongxue, and the others were drinking and boasting on the side.
After a while, Miao Qingqing put down her brush, held up her painting, and came to Li Qing.
"Blind man, blind man, look how well I draw!"
"Master, could you please show me some respect?"
Hearing her words, Li Qing felt somewhat helpless: "I'm blind, I can't see. You're asking me to see if your drawing is good or not, isn't that a bit of bullying?"
Miao Qingqing thought for a moment, then patted her head: "Oh, I forgot."
Then she held up the painting and came to Murong Hongxue: "Take a look and see if I painted it well."
Murong Hongxue, sitting in his wheelchair, took the painting from her and began to look at it.
"The drawing is good, but who is this you drew?"
"The one I drew of you."
Miao Qingqing pointed to the little figure running on the grass in the painting: "This is you running. Look, I even drew two more legs for you so you can run faster."
Murong Hongxue: ...
"I thank you for eight generations of your ancestors."
Murong Hongxue looked at her empty legs and handed the painting back to Miao Qingqing: "Go play, and don't come looking for me again."
He finally understood why the prince had such a splitting headache when he saw his two younger sisters-in-law.
Miao Qingqing held the painting and smiled at him: "You're welcome, it's what I should do."
After saying that, she returned to Lin Dongdong's side. Seeing that her friend's paper was still blank, she couldn't help but ask, "Dongdong, what did you draw?"
"The cow eats grass."
Where's the grass?
"They were all eaten by the cows."
"What about the cow?"
"After eating the grass, it left."
Miao Qingqing was a little confused, but after thinking for a while, she realized: "Oh, I see."
Looking at the two foolish children, Qiao Feng smiled, then sighed.
"well!"
Hearing him sigh, Murong Hongxue asked, "What's wrong? Is something bothering you?"
"I feel like I'm in the Prince's mansion, all my martial arts skills are completely useless."
He lives a carefree life now, eating big meals and drinking good wine every day, and has no worries about food and clothing.
But he found this kind of life somewhat boring.
Li Chang'an ordered him to stay in Tai'an City to maintain order and prevent martial artists from bullying the city's residents. But what martial artist would dare to make a move in Tai'an City?
This meant that he spent all his time in the palace, with nothing to do but drink and eat meat.
This made him feel that all his martial arts skills were useless.
Seeing his depressed look, Murong Hongxue comforted him, "I wish for peace and tranquility in the world. I wish I could do nothing and enjoy wealth and luxury, living a life free from worries about food and clothing."
"What's the point of fighting and killing? Happiness is about peace and stability."
"If you're really bored, why don't you come with me to the brothel? I'll arrange a few young ladies to cheer you up."
Qiao Feng rolled his eyes: "Then forget it. I'd rather stay in the Prince's mansion and stroll around the streets from time to time. I'd be happier seeing how well-fed and clothed the people are."
"Oh, how can you be so clueless about romance?"
Murong Hongxue smiled somewhat lewdly: "Let me tell you, the gentle embrace of a young lady is true bliss. It would be a shame if you didn't try it."
"Let me tell you, that new guy..."
Before Murong Hongxue could finish speaking, Zhang Xianzong appeared in the sky above Tai'an City.
"By order of the Prince, all the terrestrial immortals and disciples of the Confucian school at the Grandmaster level or above in the Prince's Palace shall proceed to Jingshan in Jiangnan within five days."
"By order of the Prince, all the terrestrial immortals and disciples of the Confucian school at the Grandmaster level or above in the Prince's Palace shall proceed to Jingshan in Jiangnan within five days."
"His Highness has given orders..."
Zhang Xianzong shouted three times, his voice resounding through the sky. After shouting, he flew towards the capital.
Qiao Feng and Murong Hongxue watched him leave, then exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with excitement.
"Finally, I can move my hands and feet."
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