Chapter 3: There have always been backdoors in every era

Hmm, that makes sense, but it's quite troublesome Zhao Qian paused for a moment, touched his head, and began to hesitate Tang Chun took one look and knew that this person was rather straightforward, not very cunning, and easy to deceive

Not clear, perhaps it is the leading performer of the Red Courtyard. Zhao Qian shook his head

Brother Zhao, I won't be needing this money for the time being. Just keep it with you. We can eat and drink on the road. However, could you leave me half of this old ginseng king? It might help my injury heal faster, right?

"This is Uncle Mu, hello," Tang Chun said, introducing Zhao Qian. "This is our second steward of the Tang family, Tang Mu. He has been down below to collect accounts these past few days. He probably doesn't know about my situation yet, so please give me some face later and let Zhao Ge be lenient."

Life, after all, is meant to be enjoyed; otherwise, what is the point of living an entire lifetime. Moreover, you must certainly feel quite constrained within the palace. Every member of the royal family is treated as a treasure, and even a minor displeasure can lead to punishment by whipping, while more severe offenses may result in beheading, which is not uncommon.

Do not mention how many guests are received in a year; even receiving just one is enough for Miss Zhuo to spend several years on it

"Little brother, it is truly rare that you are unaware of the renowned Zhuo Yi. " At this moment, a fellow nearby mocked with a laugh.

Suddenly, someone set up the writing tools, and Li Bei strode to a screen, elegantly writing with a flourish. Tang Chun noticed that the person's brushwork was graceful, the characters strong and appropriately vigorous, quite impressive. Moreover, the iron hook eagle brush seemed as if the characters were about to leap off the page.

With a thunderous sound

"I didn't expect Li Bei to be such an expert," Zhao Qian said at that moment

"Consider this: why didn't the Third Princess execute me immediately? It is because she does not wish for my swift demise. Moreover, she is fully aware that I will not be able to break through to the eighth rank within three years, nor will I ever attain the position of a fifth-grade general. So why didn't she kill me outright and be done with it?" Tang Chun inquired.

"How can there still be a few guests like this? Wouldn't they starve to death?" Zhao Qian asked in confusion

On one occasion, I was invited by the Seventh Prince to the palace to compose poetry on the spot, which greatly amused the noble consorts and palace maids.

Is it really difficult to meet this Miss Zhuo? Isn't she just the top courtesan of the Yihong Courtyard? Moreover, there is only one town here, not a capital city

In his anger, he simply closed his eyes and began to practice the Nine Heavens Vast Technique. As the primordial energy of heaven and earth continuously flowed in, Tang Chun's state of mind gradually calmed down

Ten cups of wine inspired the creation of 10 poems. Works such as the famous "Quran" and "The Flowers of the Courtyard" are both well-known and celebrated pieces.

In fact, Tang Chun understood. Tang Mu must have been sent by his mother. In this day and age, everything can be done through backdoor channels

"Today I shall compose a poem on the spur of the moment, hoping to catch a glimpse of Miss Zhuo." The poet Li Bei stood in the center of the hall, pointing his fan towards the upper floor and laughing heartily, "In the fleeting world, a hundred charms arise, with countless beauties yearning for Zhuo to appear"

Take the poet Li Beishi as an example; it is said that on one occasion he threw away 50 taels of gold in Changhuayuan in the capital.

Dinner was served in the main hall of Yihong Courtyard. After just having two small cups, someone suddenly shouted from outside: "The King of Poetry has arrived"

"Uncle Mu, I am going on a long journey. I forgot to bring any money in my haste just now. Please keep this money and the old ginseng for my expenses. Just let my father know when you return," said Tang Chun.

Unfortunately, this matter cannot be rushed; the body of the Tang Spring from the Great Yu Dynasty is too weak. We must think of other ways to quickly enhance our abilities and resources.

Why don't we take our time walking? After all, the princess hasn't specified how long it should take to reach Evil Mountain, has she

Will this, so much, incur Lord Hou's reproach? Tang Mu's performance was also quite successful, and he hesitated while coordinating remarkably well, truly deserving of being the second steward of the Tang family, an old fox.

"Is it Tang Mu? How much have you collected this time?" Zhao Qian's question seems to have some issues. It appears to be hinting at something.

Of course, although she is the star performer, Miss Zhuo sells her art, not her body. Moreover, even when it comes to selling her art, she only allows those whom she finds suitable to listen to her music

It is done

However, what troubled Shi Wang was that there was no response from Room 1 upstairs. It seemed that his poetry had not moved Miss Zhuo Yi. Li Bei's face turned slightly red, and he composed two more poems in quick succession, yet still, there was no response

Walking slowly allows one to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way. Additionally, upon reaching the town, one can also visit the brothels, where there are quite a number of beautiful women.

Fortunately, my hands can still move. Tang Chun took out the old mountain ginseng king and began to gnaw on it like a sweet potato. Zhao Qian is not afraid that you, Tang Chun, will run away, because you simply cannot escape.

Indeed, the king of poetry does not need to throw away gold; what he discards are calligraphy and paintings. A single painting can be worth dozens of taels.

This is the most important threshold, referred to among cultivators as 'Zhongdao'. In other words, from this point onward, you possess the capital for cultivating immortality

Since that is the case, I will temporarily keep it for you for a while. Of course, it is normal for you to eat and drink along the way. Here are 12 old mountain ginseng roots; I will give you three. Zhao Qian flipped through the sack and threw three arm-thick old mountain ginseng roots to Tang Chun, while he unreservedly kept the remaining nine.

It is said that wherever the poet king Li Bei arrives, there are people on Qianmi Street. Zhao Qian also seems to have the demeanor of a star-chaser

Zhao Qian is not foolish; he did not forget to bring Tang Chun along while visiting the brothel. Moreover, he kept her within his line of sight. Tang Chun, however, suffered greatly as Zhao Qian engaged with the woman in bed, leaving her helplessly watching, while he was already in a state of arousal with no place to relieve himself.

No, Miss Zhuo only appreciates distinguished and charismatic individuals. These people are wealthy and spend lavishly.

Zhao Qian, perhaps having held back for too long, took Tang Chun to the Yi Hong Courtyard after dinner, which of course refers to an ancient brothel

It is better to enjoy oneself outside. Such opportunities are indeed rare. "Tang Chun was showcasing his eloquence with his silver tongue.

"That does make some sense; you have quite a few clever ideas, don't you?" Zhao Qian seemed to be intrigued.

Upon arriving at the entrance of Qingshan Town, I heard someone calling from a distance: "Young Master, Young Master, what are you doing here?"

Of course, he is quite famous in our Dayu Dynasty. It is said that on one occasion, he engaged in a poetry duel, drinking ten cups of wine while composing verses with great flair.

Not much, just a few hundred taels of gold. I also mortgaged a batch of wild ginseng kings said Tang Mu, tugging at a large hemp sack slung over his shoulder

It is indeed remarkable that the vitality of this place is so abundant, thick like a faint mist. The Nine Heavens Vast World Technique began to operate rapidly.

Inside, it was indeed a dazzling display, with more than a dozen beautiful women lined up for selection. Soon, Zhao Qian chose one and hurried upstairs with her. However, Tang Chun used a sealing technique to throw her into a corner of the room.

Moreover, some prestigious nobles find it impossible to seek his favor. The calligraphy and paintings of the Poet King are only shown to those he deems worthy. That guy spoke with an air of arrogance, as if he were the Poet King Li Bei himself

That fellow acted without hesitation, and immediately took out items such as gold ointment to help Tang Chun bandage his wounds. Coupled with a special method to seal the acupoints, soon Tang Chun felt that a significant portion of his pain had subsided

"Yes, why? If it were the Third Princess being kind-hearted, that would be impossible. She hates you now because you have tarnished her reputation, which is more important to a woman than anything else," Zhao Qian said, not being foolish.

No, I need to bandage you first. Otherwise, if you end up causing trouble on the way, people will think I, Zhao Qian, did it on purpose. The wrath of the Third Princess is not something I can bear. Zhao Qian said as he slapped his own thick head.

You are not as foolish as I thought; you actually guessed it right. It turns out the princess is here to torment you, which I did not anticipate at all

At that time, it would be good to take care of Zhao and Qian, at least to make oneself a bit more comfortable on the road. However, this matter cannot be done openly; if the royal family finds out, it could be fatal. Therefore, one can only deliberately find a pretext for it.

Suddenly, the hall erupted with excitement. All the guests craned their necks to look at the entrance. Before long, a middle-aged man dressed in white entered gracefully, holding a paper fan in his hand, exuding an air reminiscent of Tang Bohu. Even the young ladies from the Red Mansion were stirred, all rushing out of their rooms to lean against the wooden railing and gaze down.

Moreover, Tang Chun was astonished to discover that under the condition of that thing below standing tall and not leaking, the progress of his cultivation seemed particularly rapid

Who is Miss Zhuo? Tang Chun asked

"In that case, just leave a written note. Honestly, you still don't believe me. I wonder where your eyes are looking," Tang Chun muttered before drafting the note. Tang Mu took the note and left.

"Is that right? It's because she wants to torment me for three more years before letting me die. Do you believe it? She must have instructed you and the generals over at Evil Mountain to take care of me. You must ensure that I stay alive; I cannot die in battle. However, suffering is inevitable, isn't that what she conveyed?" Tang Chun asked.

Sigh... let's just consider this a loan for now. However, you should at least leave me a written note, as I fear the master may not believe it, which would cause trouble. I, as a humble servant, cannot bear such a burden

Tang Chun understood that Zhao Qian was knowledgeable about goods. This old mountain ginseng king definitely has an age of thirty years. This is the Tang family's treasure, and for martial artists, it is also a great tonic. Regular consumption is beneficial for breakthroughs as well

"Poet King, Zhao Ge, have you heard of him?" Tang Chun inquired

Playing mind games with me? You are still far from it. Tang Chun sneered inwardly, sitting cross-legged beneath a giant tree, and began to cultivate the "Nine Heavens Vast World Technique".

Tang Chun understood that the primordial energy of heaven and earth had successfully entered his dantian. This meant that his body was now capable of accepting the primordial energy of heaven and earth.

Otherwise, at this rate, even if we reach the Evil Mountains, we probably won't be able to cultivate to the first layer of Qi Refinement. What use is that? We might end up being completely worn out as soon as we hit the battlefield

However, not long after, Zhao Qian picked up Tang Chun again and was about to set off. This infuriated Tang Chun, who gritted his teeth in anger. After a moment of thought, he said: "Brother Zhao, I have just recovered a bit, and I am still in great pain. If you are in a hurry to travel, I will have to engage in battle as soon as we reach the Evil Mountain. If I were to die in the first battle, the Third Princess would definitely think that you have been torturing me excessively on the way. At that time, Brother Zhao would also be in trouble"

"What is there to fear? In the future, the Tang family's assets will all belong to me, even if I borrowed them for my own use. Just note it down, and when the money is divided later, I will repay it." Tang Chun said with confidence, as he forcefully pulled the large sack off Tang Mu's back.