Chapter 428 Compensation
Watching the arrogant strategist leave, Prince Chun clenched his fist and said, “Xuan Jing, why don’t we keep him? Without these hateful strategists, the future of the continent will be much more stable.”

Li Xuanjing shook his head slightly and said, “It’s meaningless.”

Prince Chun was puzzled and asked, “Why?”

Li Xuanjing flicked his sleeves, stared at the sky, and said slowly: “The art of strategy is born from the cracks in people’s hearts. There is one thing he said that is right. The desires of the human heart are a ravine that can never be filled. The cyclical law of history may repeat itself in the future…”

Prince Chun asked: “What should we do then?”

Li Xuanjing retracted his gaze, smiled slightly, and said: “Each generation has its own mission. Our mission has been completed, and the fire has been planted. How to use it and whether it will be used is the business of future generations…”

At this moment, the handsome young man who walked out of Ningxin Garden was not angry because of the failure. Instead, there was a faint smile on his face.

There is no such thing as failure for a strategist.

The unity of the world is the practice of cultivation.

Dividing the world is also a form of practice.

It is much easier to split an empire that occupies an entire continent than to unify dozens of scattered countries.

The Chu State Master respectfully asked, “Master, where are we going now?”

A trace of memories emerged on the handsome young man’s face, and he murmured: “Feng Ji’s osmanthus wine is unique. It has been two hundred years. I don’t know if it is still there, but…”

He paused, looked in a certain direction in the city, and said, “Before this, I had to go see an old friend. I didn’t expect that I would see her again…”

After the handsome young man left, Lin Fuzhi looked at the State Master of Chu and said, “Master, I also want to visit an old friend…”

Prince Chun’s Mansion.

Although he has become the new emperor of Daxia, Prince Chun still lives in Prince Chun’s Mansion, and Li Yun’s life is the same as usual.

In the waterside pavilion in the back garden of the palace, Li Yun held the cold fingertips of the mechanical woman and consoled her earnestly: “Qingqing, you can’t think like that. This is not the world that Mojia wants.”

The woman shook her head. Her glass-clear eyes reflected the water lilies in the pond, but she could not find any trace of human life. Her tone was emotionless: “Free will is the root of chaos. Only by abandoning the flesh and eliminating free will can the world be united.”

Li Yun looked into her eyes and said, “If everyone becomes a unified thought organization, what is the meaning of such a great harmony? Allowing everyone to have different voices is the real great harmony…”

The woman in the agency frowned and fell into thought.

The next moment, ripples suddenly appeared in the clear water of the pool.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

Li Yun felt extreme pressure from the handsome young man in front of him. He subconsciously protected Qingqing and asked nervously, “Who are you and what do you want to do?”

The woman with the mechanical device looked at the figure blocking her way, a hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes, and she slowly walked in front of Li Yun. The oppressive aura of the saint seemed to have no effect on him.

The handsome young man looked at her with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and said, “You have recovered the saintly cultivation so quickly. You are worthy of being the first person in the Mo family after Saint Mo. Miss Qing’er, do you still remember me?”

The woman in the agency shook her head, without any emotion in her eyes.

The handsome young man lowered his head and said, “It seems that you have forgotten that giving up your body and most of your cultivation and entrusting your soul to the mechanism will cost you the loss of all your memories and emotions. What is the meaning of gaining eternal life in this way…”

He took one last look at the woman and said, “Since you are no longer Mo Qing’er, I will not bother you any more.”

After saying that, he waved his sleeves and left.

Standing in the air above Chang’an, overlooking this magnificent city, his heart was filled with infinite pride.

Since ancient times, various schools of thought have been pursuing the way to immortality, but all ended in failure. The Mohist school gave up their bodies, sacrificed their memories and emotions, and in return they gained this half-human, half-mechanical appearance. Only the School of Diplomacy touched upon the true way to immortality.

The continent is in chaos, but his body is indestructible!
He is the one who stands above the entire world!

In Prince Chun’s mansion, Li Yun looked at Qingqing and whispered, “Qingqing, you…”

Qingqing held his hand and said softly, “No matter who I am, you will always be my Yunlang. I will listen to you and we will never mention those things again…”

Han Dynasty Palace.

After being forced to abdicate, the emperor seemed to have come to terms with some things and released the King of Han and the King of You who were imprisoned in the palace.

However, they also lost their previous privileges. In the huge Han Palace, there was not a single maid or servant.

Two years ago, after the King of Han was imprisoned, the King of Han’s Palace was also sealed off and no one took care of it. It had long been desolate and in a mess.

The faded vermilion lacquer door of the palace creaked. Lin Fuzhi brushed away the hanging spider webs. Wild grass was growing in the courtyard, and a few goose yellow wild chrysanthemums poked out from the cracks in the stone steps.

As he looked at the thin figure in an old sable coat sweeping the courtyard in the corridor, the cup of osmanthus wine in his hand suddenly seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He walked forward slowly and spoke softly, his voice hoarse like a rough millstone: “Your Highness, you have lost weight…”

Hearing this familiar voice, the figure who was concentrating on cleaning was startled. The King of Han suddenly turned around, dropped the broom in his hand, stared straight at the figure, and said in a trembling voice: “Fuzhi, you are still alive!”

Lin Fuzhi lowered his head and sighed, saying, “Your Highness, I’m sorry for you.”

The King of Han held his hand tightly and said with a smile: “Let’s not talk about the past. It’s good that you are still alive, it’s good that you are alive…”

……

Ningxin Garden. In the study, Li Nuo sat in front of the rosewood desk and slowly picked up the pen.

The teachings of various philosophers each have their own strengths, but if you really want to break free from the shackles of fate, you have to rely on calligraphers.

Although it is difficult for calligraphers to enter the country, once they do, they will inevitably have a huge amount of resources at their disposal. As their works increase in number and spread more widely, the speed of their practice will also become faster and faster.

Today, the mainland has been unified, and nearly two billion people are his potential readers.

As long as their education and cultural level is improved, it will not be difficult for calligraphers to become saints.

“Squeak-“

The carved lacquered wooden door was gently pushed open, and two graceful figures walked in from outside. Nightingale was wearing a pink chest-length skirt, and the hairpins on her hair swayed with her lotus steps, casting tiny spots of light on the blue bricks. She was about to grind ink for Li Nuo, but saw a bare hand pressing on the ink stick first.

Gu Yanran’s black hair was tied into double buns, and her moon-white shirt was embroidered with orchids in silver thread. Her hands pressing the ink sticks did not move at all, except for the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye, which seemed to be about to fall in the sunlight coming through the window.

The ink stick was held down, so Nightingale had to grab the inkstone and said, “Miss Gu, go and do something else. I’ll help my brother-in-law grind the ink.”

Gu Yanran held the ink stick in her palm and said, “Let me do it. I am the young master’s maid. Usually, I do these things.”

The two women stared at each other with stubborn gazes, neither of them giving in.

When Li Nuo was writing, he was more used to having Xiao Gu by his side. After all, she was a natural secretary and could help Li Nuo save a lot of time, so he said, “Let Yanran do it.”

As the words fell, the corners of Gu Yanran’s mouth curled up slightly.

Nightingale’s eyes dimmed noticeably, and she handed the inkstone to her, her fingertips turning slightly red from the force.

Two wisps of fragrance entangled in front of the desk. Feeling Nightingale’s mood change from sunny to cloudy, Li Nuo raised his eyebrows and immediately added: “My bookshelf is a bit messy, how about Zhier help me tidy it up…”

“Okay!”

The nightingale’s dim eyes lit up again, and spring suddenly appeared in her eyes. She jumped towards the sandalwood bookshelf.

The hem of the nightingale’s lace skirt swept across the blue bricks, startling the fine dust to fly in the beam of light. Gu Yanran’s fingertips holding the ink paused slightly, and dimples appeared faintly at the corners of her lips. The pine soot ink in the Duan inkstone gradually turned into the thick night color.

The tense atmosphere in the study finally disappeared completely.

After a long time, Li Nuo walked out of the study and let out a long sigh.

Treating everyone equally is probably something he needs to pay attention to for the rest of his life.

In the yard, Li Yan was rolling around holding the skirt of his beloved, begging his mother to play with him for a while. His tiger-head hat was tilted on the back of his head, revealing his two rosy cheeks.

Li Nuo came over, gently kicked his butt, and said, “Go, go, go play with your aunt.”

In his heart, his father was still very majestic. Li Yan didn’t dare to roll around anymore. He patted his butt and rode away on his mechanical pony.

Li Nuo walked up to the beauty and looked at a painting she had just completed.

The lady’s hair was a little messy, and her right hand holding the brush was stained with azurite. The blue phoenix’s tail feathers in the painting were so bright and colorful that they seemed to be about to break out of the scroll.

Under Fenghuang’s guidance, the beauty’s painting skills have improved a lot compared to the beginning.

Although his performance in the imperial examination was slightly insufficient, he was already outstanding among ordinary people.

Li Nuo held her waist from behind and helped her fix her hair while whispering, “Thank you for your hard work over the past few years…”

The warm breath brushed past her ears, and the beauty’s cheeks turned red. She looked back in panic and whispered, “The children are watching…”

When she looked back, the flower ornaments between her eyebrows reflected the morning light, as if peach and plum blossoms were just blooming in spring. Li Nuo couldn’t help but plant a kiss on her pretty face. Li Yan on the wooden horse in the distance suddenly covered his face and shouted: “Daddy, shame on you!”

Li Nuo said indifferently: “Just watch it, I kiss my wife, it’s only natural…”

That third-rate author didn’t give the beauty more roles, so Li Nuo gave them to her himself.

Two petite figures came running over, Mu’er holding a shuttlecock in one hand and holding Ning’er in the other. She raised her little face and asked with courage, “Brother Li Nuo, can you play shuttlecock with us for a while?”

When she was at the Song family, brother Li Nuo played with her every day.

Later, he became increasingly busy, and sometimes they could only see him once every few months, leaving them with very little time to play with him.

Li Nuo gently pinched their little faces and said, “Of course, I can play with you every day in the future.”

Mu’er’s bright eyes suddenly lit up: “Really?”

Li Nuo laughed, “I lied to you that you were a puppy.”

The little girl smiled and raised her white jade-like little finger: “Pink!”

Li Nuo made a pinky promise with her, held her hand with the other, and said, “Let’s go.”

The beauty smiled and said, “You play with them, I’ll go see Yan’er…”

Li Nuo did not let go of her hand, and chuckled, “Let’s go…”

(End of this chapter)