Lin'an, Royal Library.

In the spring, a heavy snow has just melted in the south of the Yangtze River, and puddles are everywhere. As long as a young man rides his horse, it will splash a lot of water. Fortunately, the library is far away from the hustle and bustle of vanity. Even if someone comes to read books, he will unconsciously take his steps, worried that he will disturb this quiet place.

Books are scattered in the backyard of the attic. A man sat on a rattan chair, covered his face with a book, and slept happily in front of the sun. This person was the former King Cheng of Liang Yang, and the current owner of the library, Ling Pengyue.

"The books have fallen to the ground, and I won't clean up." A woman in a black shirt pushed the door and was shocked to the leaves. It was Mo Lian, the former pavilion master.

Ling Pengyue woke up in a daze, "It's so early."

"It's already noon." Mo Lian looked at the books scattered on the ground with heartache, and his words revealed a blame, "When I was the head of the palace, these books were spotless."

Ling Pengyue bent down and picked up the books, shaking the dust on them, "These books are all ancient books. Since they are ancient books, they need to have a sense of vicissitudes. They have been passed down for hundreds of years and are still so new, so people won't make jokes after reading them?"

"Go and open the pavilion gate." Mo Lian looked up at the sun, "There are already many people waiting in front of the pavilion gate."

"Okay." Ling Pengyue yawned, picked up the book and walked towards the pavilion.

Ling Pengyue opened the door of the library and found that there were already crowds of people in front of the door. Among them, a middle-aged scholar dressed in a moonlit cloth dressed in a blanket with a folding fan on his waist walked up to him and said hello to him: "Don't be fine, King Cheng."

"Mr. Liang?" Ling Pengyue recognized the person at a glance. It was the scholar Liang Jingchun of Jingyue, "Are you here?"

Scholar Jingyue looked at him, "I haven't seen you for two years, and your highness seems to be a little more lazy and lacks some emperor style."

"Sir, don't make fun of me." Ling Pengyue yawned at the sunshine, "I have never had an emperor's style from beginning to end."

Scholar Jingyue smiled slightly, "Some things are born with. I once bought a Taoist book related to the look of the air from the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, so I can see the aura of domineeringness hidden in the prince."

"Looking at the air? This is an extremely difficult method to learn. Do you believe it in a broken book worth a few cents a day? Look at the air on the turtle, which is almost the same." Ling Peng waved his hand impatiently at him, saying, "So although Qingcheng Mountain has a deep foundation, it is not as good as Wudang, who came from behind."

"I said, if you want to speak, just talk, don't block our achievements?" A graceful and elegant rich woman said angrily behind her.

"Oh oh oh." Ling Pengyue gave up the vacant seat and allowed those people to enter the cabinet.

"The tiger falls into the sun." Scholar Jingyue looked at the people who walked into the library one after another. "The former Prince Liangyang and the head of the Ling family in Tianji Pavilion have now become a guardian. How sad."

Ling Pengyue seemed to have become accustomed to his mouth full of scholarly aura and sighed: "It's rare to be quiet for two years and read a lot of books, hey."

In the past two years, most of the people avoided the bookstore, so naturally no one came to this library. After hearing these words, Scholar Jingyue smiled, "It is quiet because of the war. The prince is probably the first person in history. As King Cheng of Liangyang, why don't you worry about the country and the people at all?"

"Actually, I had it when the war started." Ling Pengyue suddenly said quietly.

"Then why is there no more afterwards?" asked Scholar Jingyue.

"Because he went on a war." Ling Pengyue looked up at the distance, and the man's gun appeared in his mind. "Someone was born to pacify the troubled times, and I can see that qi from him."

"Didn't you say that it's hard to learn to be angry? Why did you?" Scholar Jingyue smiled.

"The collection of books in Tianji Tower is as vast as a sea of ​​smoke. The ten library pavilions combined are not more than half of what they are there." Ling Pengyue's eyes were full of nostalgia.

Scholar Jingyue seemed to have noticed something from Ling Pengyue's words. A smile flashed in her eyes and she held her forehead and said, "I am really ashamed of the name of this 'scholar'. When it comes to books I have read, I am afraid I am not as good as the prince."

"Because you only read the murder book, you usually read other books just by reading them." Ling Pengyue said with a smile: "Since you are here, why not go in and have a drink?"

"Okay." Scholar Jingyue pulled out the folding fan and slapped the wind on her face. She was about to step into the attic, but was interrupted by a sudden sound from behind.

"Since you two want to drink, why don't you give me a glass?" A white python robe appeared behind the two of them.

Ling Pengyue's pupils shrank, and all the true energy in his body was released at this moment. He bulged his robe until he saw Mo Lian walk out of the door, his restless aura calmed down, and turned around and called coldly: "Yu Jing."

Just two years later, Yu Jing was covered in white hair and dripping down, and the jade in her hand was even more shiny than two years ago, with a faint sense of competing with the stars.

Yu Jing looked at Ling Pengyue, "Pengyue, and Mo Lian, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Mo Lian nodded, "It's you."

"Yes, it's been a long time since we've been missing." Ling Pengyue clenched his fists, and the bones crackled. "I have fallen to this point, and Eunuch Yujing has become the eunuch who is now the superior eunuch. If my father-in-law doesn't stay by the emperor, why are he going to come to me for what I do?"

"I am now in charge of Luoyang Baima Temple. A month ago, I was entrusted by the master in the temple to come to Hanshan Temple for him to discuss Zen." Yu Jing twisted the hanging strands of hair.

Ling Pengyue looked at Yujing carefully and found that there was indeed a string of Buddhist beads hidden under the jade in his hand. "Since I went to Hanshan Temple to discuss Zen, why did I come to me?"

"I was just blocked by heavy snow to go back. Fortunately, the snow melted in time, so I could find this place." Yu Jing smiled.

"Look?" Ling Peng raised his eyebrows more and more.

"I have something to do with you." Yu Jing pointed out directly.

"I can't come to reminisce about the past." Ling Pengyue sneered, "or are you here to atone for the sake of killing the third brother at that time?"

The words are full of sharpness.

The same is true for people.

Yu Jing didn't realize it at all. However, the Taoist who could observe the qi was here, and you could see that a soft jade-colored wave of air appeared in the jade in his hand, isolating everything.

"Indestructible Jade Fu?" Mo Lian was secretly shocked.

"Very good." Ling Pengyue waved his backhand and beat the jade-colored wave to pieces. Yu Jing was not shaken and still stood firmly. He smiled, "It seems that the prince has not slacked off in the past two years."

Ling Pengyue took a step aside and "Get in."

"Okay." Yu Jing was not angry and stepped into the cabinet.

When passing by Yujing, Ling Pengyue saw Yujing carrying a sword behind her back.
Chapter completed!