In the courtyard, Zhu Biao was sitting on a chair. The sky was gloomy, and it felt like it was going to rain.
However, it was actually a good thing that it rained in March. Spring rain was as precious as oil. When it rained and moistened the land, they could plant rice and wheat.
The spring rain shocked the clear valley sky in spring, the summer was full of light, and the summer heat was connected. The autumn dew was cold and the frost fell. The winter snow was small and the winter was cold.
The Chinese people had used thousands of years of experience to summarize these 24 solar terms. The grain word in the first sentence represented grain rain. When the heavens had grain rain, it meant that you could plant grain.
Minmin Timur, who was waiting on them, was squatting at the side. Her fingers were nimbly fiddling with the tea set on the stone table, concentrating on brewing tea. Her eyes were fixed on the thing in her hand. From the side, the girl's eyelashes were dense and long. There were a few drops of sweat on her upturned nose. Her fragrant shoulders were slightly tilted forward, and the hem of her fur coat was very tight because she was squatting. It was very beautiful.
The tea leaves were the Lu 'an Melon Pieces, one of the Four Gentlemen of Tea. This was a good thing. One could smell the fragrance even before it was soaked.
It was originally Zhou Quantai's collection, but Song Zhong had confiscated it along with all his property when he raided his house, so Zhu Biao had taken advantage of these tea leaves.
"Your tea skills are quite good!”
Min Min Timur replied crisply,""Nose told you before, I've learned the four arts from the Han teachers since I was young!”His tone was a little smug.
She had liked these exquisite things of the Han people since she was young. In her opinion, although the Mongolian compatriots were good at fighting, they were far inferior to the Han people in terms of these exquisite and tasteful things.
Zhu Biao nodded and then asked in confusion,"So? What did zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting have to do with tea arts?”He thought to himself, Is this girl stupid? He learned the four arts when he was young, so he knew how to make tea? It was completely illogical!
Min Min Timur blushed and whispered,""We learned how to make tea together!"
As he spoke, he picked up the freshly brewed tea and walked over to Zhu Biao."Your Highness, please have some tea!"
Just as Zhu Biao was about to take it, a loud cheer suddenly came from outside the palace.
"We have a way out!"
"Your Highness is benevolent!"
"We thank Your Highness the Crown Prince!"
"Your Highness, good people are rewarded!"
Zhu Biao's mood improved when he heard the people outside the Crown Prince's palace cheering because he had ordered the burning of the inddeeds and promissory notes. In fact, these low-level people really did not ask for much. They would behave themselves as good citizens if they had a little bit of a way to live.
Min Min Timur also heard the sudden burst of cheers outside. She looked at Zhu Biao and thought to herself, This guy is quite good at buying people's hearts at such a young age.
Seeing that Zhu Biao was silent, she opened the lid of the teacup and took a sip before handing it to Zhu Biao.
Zhu Biao had already come back to his senses and happened to see Min Min Timur's actions. He frowned.""Minmin Timur, are you letting me drink your saliva? This is a crime of great disrespect!"
Min Min Timur immediately felt wronged.""Isn't Your Highness the Crown Prince worried that this servant would poison the tea?”
" When did I…" Zhu Biao realized that the other party had misunderstood, so he did not explain. However, he was not worried that Minmin Timur would do anything because her family was in his hands. Anyone with a brain would not dare to do anything.
This was also the reason why Zhu Biao dared to place Min Min Timur behind him yesterday and let her do her duty as a servant.
"Do you know if there are any places to visit near Bianliang? Xu Da, this old loach, has placed all the administrative matters on my shoulders. I'm so tired every day. If I don't go out for a walk, someone will die!”
Zhu Biao was furious at the mention of this.
Minmin Timur replied without thinking,""Shaolin Temple, that's the ancestral court of the Zen Sect, and Shaoshi Mountain is also very beautiful!”
Zhu Biao was greatly moved. How could he forget about this place? The Shaolin Temple of Mount Song was in Henan, and it seemed to be not far from Bianliang. It was only about three to four hours by horse.
The Shaolin Temple was too famous in the later generations. It was like the ancestral court of Zen and the martial arts of the world originated from Shaolin. It was like a mountain in martial arts novels.
Although Zhu Biao knew that the Shaolin Temple in this world was not like the Shaolin Temple in Wuxia novels, and there should not be any Yijinjing and 72 Ultimate Skills, he still wanted to go and take a look.
Early the next morning, Zhu Biao led the eight guards and Minmin Timur to leave Bianliang City and head straight for Shaoshi Mountain.
The group of ten people and ten horses galloped for fifteen minutes after leaving the city. When they passed by a small town, Zhu Biao saw a small shop by the roadside and ordered everyone to go in and have some breakfast.
It was chilly in spring. March in the north was still a little cold, so the human body needed a lot of heat to maintain its body temperature.
Where did the heat come from? There was only one way, and that was to eat!
Ten people sat at two tables and ordered some steamed buns, wine, and meat.
Zhu Biao noticed that there were two monks sitting at the table next to him. One of them looked to be in his fifties, and his beard was already a little white. The other was in his early thirties.
The monk in his early thirties had a unique appearance. He had triangular eyes, so Zhu Biao deliberately took a few more glances at him.
He remembered reading a physiognomy book in the Ancient and Modern Classics Library that people with triangular eyes looked like sick tigers and were bloodthirsty by nature.
However, Zhu Biao couldn't help but suspect this book of fortune telling from the royal family's collection. Judging from the book, this young monk was definitely a bloodthirsty and murderous person. However, how could a monk like him like to kill people?
Because the seats were close to each other, even if Zhu Biao and the others didn't eavesdrop on purpose, the conversation between the two monks could still be heard.
"Daoyuan, what are you looking at?" the old monk asked. Hurry up and eat! After eating, we still have to hurry and try to reach Shaolin Temple before dark!”
The young monk smiled and said," Uncle-Master, I am looking at Bianliang City. Bianliang City is really majestic. It is still clearly visible even though it is ten to twenty miles away from here. The Yuan Court lost this city too easily. If I were to guard it, I would only need 50,000 soldiers to trap 200,000 Ming soldiers under the city!”
The old monk frowned and said unhappily,"Daoyuan, how can this be said by a Buddhist disciple?"”
When the old monk called the young monk by his Dharma name for the second time, Zhu Biao suddenly had a flash of inspiration. The old monk was not calling Daoyuan, but Daoyan.
Combined with the young monk's appearance and the murderous aura in his words that did not match his identity, there was no mistake. This young monk was the strategist behind the scenes who encouraged Zhu Di to launch the Battle of Jingnan and helped him plan. Later, he was known as the Prime Minister in Black. He was the most unique monk in history. He was the demon monk Dao Yan, and his secular name was Yao Guangxiao.
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