Sheng Fu

Chapter 1134 Born on the day of Liqiu (the beginning of autumn), named Liqiu

Inside a post station in the imperial capital.

The inn was brightly lit and bustling with people. The last time this inn was this lively was during tomorrow's banquet.

The four giants, Yang Yu, Ji Jian, Wang Heng, and Han Jing, were all present, along with a host of aristocratic families from the lower reaches of Class A and the middle and upper reaches of Class B.

In the main hall.

The group sat down in order, with Ji Jian in the main seat.

Ji Jian, the Dean of Nanling Academy, is in the mid-stage of the Wuji realm. In terms of rank and cultivation, he should rightfully become the head of the Northern and Southern aristocratic families.

Ji Jian's eyes remained calm as he smiled subtly and said, "I feel a little dazed. We've all gathered together again because of a major event, but compared to last time, we're more united against a common enemy this time."

Yang Yu smiled and echoed, "Many things have exceeded our expectations and imagination, but it's good that tonight's gathering is in line with Xie Yiming's expectation of a convergence of North and South."

"The times are changing too fast. The experience of generations of predecessors is no longer a valid example. This time, we really have to rely on our wisdom to break through the impending eternal night."

Han Jing, Wang Heng, and the others looked somewhat solemn.

They all knew very well that the dark night outside the post station was teeming with spies.

“Gu Yong is very good at taking on disciples. I thought Yuwen Jun was just an unknown nobody, but I didn’t expect him to have the identity of the young master of the Dragon Clan. Although his identity is good, it’s a pity that his background is not legitimate.” Ji Jian said calmly.

When did it become the young master of the dragon race's authority to interfere in the affairs of the human race?

Yang Yu said with some concern, "That may be true, but the current situation requires the Dragon Clan's young master to keep us in check. Furthermore, his military strength is at its peak, so it is not advisable to confront him head-on."

Wang Heng snorted coldly and said, "What's there to be afraid of? If we don't fight for it now, when will we?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yu subconsciously looked at Wang Heng and asked softly, "Young friend, do you already have a plan in mind?"

Wang Heng, son of Wang Changsheng, is indeed Wang Heng's uncle in terms of seniority.

Wang Heng said firmly, "Firstly, Yuwen Jun is not a true human."

"Secondly, as far as I know, the new policy was formulated by the Soul Masters, not by members of our human race."

"Thirdly, the new policy is only intended to balance the hearts of the people in the Divine Realm. Even without the new policy, our human race is still stable and prosperous. Why must we implement the new policy?"

Yang Yu smiled knowingly and said, "That makes sense."

"We would be grateful if you would speak your mind in the Hall of Supreme Harmony the day after tomorrow, and we will do our best to help you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Heng cursed inwardly as an old fox.

But on second thought, Yang Yu had lost an ear after all, so it was understandable that he would become more timid.

Ji Jian coughed slightly and said, "Is the North really in such a state because of that little kid?"

The little kid is naturally Fu Cheng. In the eyes of these big shots, not to mention that the Northern King is a little kid, even the Southern King is just a nobody in their hearts.

Yang Yu paused, then said embarrassedly, "With Bai Xiaowei interfering, we wanted to take action, but we had no opportunity. He is also the best of the seven-character regulated verses, and the North cannot be without them."

Ji Jian had no intention of stirring up a conflict between the North and the South, but he also looked down on these northern barbarians.

He appears brave, but in reality, he is afraid of both wolves in front and tigers behind.

Ji Jian smiled and said, "If that's the case, tonight we'll only talk about old friendships and not official business. The capital is beautiful at night, so we can go sightseeing together and sit at Hongyan Tower."

"It's like a wealthy man managing his mood."

Yang Yu sensed something was off and said, slightly emphasizing her tone, "The North also has its own way of speaking."

“In the past, when we fought against the demon realm, the young men of our North suffered the most casualties, leaving behind a huge number of widows. We cannot neglect them.” Upon hearing this, Ji Jian immediately laughed and said, “I see. Yes, in the wars of the past, and even in the wars of the future, we old bones will still be needed to make up for the military supplies and contribute to the overall situation in a humble manner.”

"Even if we haven't made any significant contributions, we've still put in a lot of hard work."

“I am very pleased. We should go to Hongyanlou for a gathering. I have heard that their banquet of eight delicacies is quite good.”

"Tonight is my treat, so please don't steal my thunder."

The inn was immediately filled with laughter, but people's hearts were still somewhat heavy, because their opponent this time was a young man. When the young man got angry, he dared to hit women and the elderly...

But the Golden Palace is a place for deliberation, not a place for fighting.

No matter what you do, you have to be reasonable. If you want to resort to violence all the time, what kind of behavior is that? Isn't that just nonsense?
……

The Prime Minister's residence remained simple and unassuming, with the lights still on.

"At the North and South venues, ten thousand people wrote petitions in blood, their emotions running high, yet no one stepped forward to provoke them. This meeting can be considered a complete success. Young Master Yuwen has gained popular support, and his next step is to forcefully settle the matter."

"But I'm worried that Young Master Yuwen might be persecuted by villains."

"Moreover, those aristocratic families in the north and south are only loyal to Young Master Yuwen's prestige, not to the new policies."

Qiu Qing sat in a chair with a cup of coarse tea beside her. The person speaking was a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old. He had a delicate face, a thin figure, and wore a fairly well-fitting blue cloth robe.

Upon closer inspection, the young man had handsome features and clear, bright eyes. Although he looked poor, he had the air of a poor man with a noble bearing. In front of the prime minister, he was composed and showed no fear whatsoever.

The young man was born on the day of the Beginning of Autumn, hence the name Li Qiu. He was from Qiushui County and came from a poor family. Years ago, a flash flood struck his hometown, wiping out his entire family, leaving only Li Qiu alive.

In terms of academic knowledge, Li Qiu hasn't even learned all the characters yet.

However, children from poor families mature early. Having experienced a period of wandering, he was well aware of the hardships of life, yet his mind remained clear. Unfortunately, he had missed the best years for spiritual cultivation, and even with careful nurturing, it was impossible to know where to begin.

Yet this very child caught the eye of the Prime Minister, who was returning to the capital from Qiushui County, and was brought back with him.

He has been cultivating himself and studying in the Prime Minister's residence, and has made some progress recently.

No one would have imagined that Qiu Qing, in her twilight years, would take in such a close disciple.

This lineage of the poor always needs a successor...

"It's alright. The morning court is the day after tomorrow, and we'll see the outcome then." Qiu Qing looked at her closed-door disciple with a gratified expression, but also felt a little regretful deep down.

The teacher is too old, and the students are too young.

"Do you want to go to Bailu Academy?" Qiu Qing suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, Li Qiu decisively shook his head and said, "Although there is the precedent of Zhang Benchu, my physique is only average. Even if I go to Bailu Academy, it will only be a waste of a spot."

Qiu Qing thought Li Qiu would look sad, but Li Qiu still looked radiant.

What child of this age wouldn't want to go to Bailu Academy? There is vast knowledge there, as well as outstanding senior and junior sisters, renowned teachers with superb skills, and many beautiful sights.

But none of this concerns Li Qiu.

Li Qiu was just Li Qiu. He was already lucky to have come to the capital, and even luckier to have become the Prime Minister's close disciple. He was content and wouldn't ask for anything more.

The more pleased Qiu Qing appeared on the surface, the more regretful she felt inside. She wished she could have met this child sooner.

Just as the Prime Minister was about to ask Li Qiu if he wanted to undergo a complete cleansing of his essence and marrow, Li Qiu turned and stormed out of the door. A short while later, he returned carrying a basin of water for washing his feet.

"As night deepens, Master should also rest," Li Qiu said cheerfully.

Qiu Qing was momentarily dazed before saying, "Alright, it's time to rest."