If You Can't Be a Son-in-law, You Have To Be Sanctified Chapter 309

  Chapter 309 of the White Jade Chi Tiger, King Jing Guogong Goes to Court

  Xiang Guohe was wearing a gray robe, squatting in front of the small courtyard in Lu Jingkong Mountain Lane, without saying a word, neither wanting to leave nor entering the hospital.

  Zhuo Yaoluo's two jewel-like eyes looked curiously at this young man who looked thin and weak, but his body was full of gleams of energy and blood.

  Walking along the middle of the river and looking at the bones all over the middle of the river, this Nanzhao boy seemed to be more and more silent.

  He is a guest minister in Duke Chu's mansion, and he also participated in the palace test, and wanted to win the wind-breathing knife for the seventh prince.

  And since these days, Xiang Guohe has been reluctant to go to Duke Chu's mansion again, especially on that day, a vision appeared in Taixuanjing, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom, and the city will be full of golden queens.

Xiang Guohe first went to the residence of Sheng Ruzhou, the second assistant of the Taishu Pavilion, and took a look at the plain-heeled horse he brought back from Nanzhao, and then went to the library to look at the former residence of the gentleman who had saved his life. The empty mountain alley that came, stood silently in front of Lu Jing's small courtyard, unwilling to leave.

  Wei Jingzhe and Nan Xuehu stood side by side at the entrance of Kongshan Lane. While they were looking at the Jing Guogong's mansion, which was already planned, they were looking at this young man who walked out of the dense forest of Nanzhao.

   "This young man's martial arts cultivation is different from that of Dafu martial arts. He looks feminine, but in fact he is fierce. His pair of iron fists can almost shake mountains."

  The imprint on Wei Jingzhe's arm exuded a faint light under his Confucian robe.

  Nan Xuehu couldn't see through Xiang Guohe's cultivation, so he sighed.

   "There are more and more geniuses in Taixuanjing, but unfortunately there are fewer and fewer famous doctors in the world."

  Wei Jingzhe knew what Nan Xuehu was talking about, he tilted his head and asked, "Patriarch Nan..."

  Nan Xuehu shook his head, remained silent for a while, and said: "I have seen all the famous doctors in Taixuanjing, and used many extremely precious medicines, but the effect is very small."

   "Mr. Jing didn't write the letter for you, did Mr. Eleven read it?"

"Mr. Eleven and Mr. Qingyue came to see it together." Nan Xuehu closed his eyes: "Congenital deficiencies, plus half of the heart missing from birth...Mr. Eleven has a good remedy, but it still needs to be produced from the sea monster. Nine-headed Lion Grass of China.

  If the nine-headed lion grass is ready to produce, even if it takes a lot of effort, the Nanguo government will naturally find it.

  It's a pity that the demon kingdom on the sea has always hated the people on the land, and the nine-headed lion grass is extremely precious, and there are not many plants in the entire sea demon kingdom, I'm afraid..."

  After Nan Xuehu said this, he fell silent again.

  Wei Jingzhe couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

  The family property of the Nanguo government is spread all over the vast land. When it comes to family wealth, even those small countries in the Western Regions may not be able to compare with the Nanguo government.

  For example, the famous toad soul sword of Yu Xingdao Mingyue Great Master, which was also obtained by the Nanguo government at a huge price, since it was given to Luo Mingyue.

   Never thought that Nan Tinggui, who is now in charge of the Nanguo government, is seriously ill, but the huge Nanguo government seems to be powerless.

   "Perhaps this is the reason why the Duke is eager to let Liu Shu and He Yu inherit the family business. The world is changing rapidly, even if it is as big as the Nanguo Palace, it can't sustain much turmoil."

  At this juncture, Nan Xuehu thought of his sixth uncle again: "I don't know if the sixth uncle has really gone to Qi State, and I don't know when he will come back."

"This young man from Nanzhao should be a good man. He seems to be taciturn, but his eyes are very determined. If you think about coming all the way from Nanzhao to Taixuanjing, and from Taixuanjing to Hezhong Road, you must have seen many unbearable things. "

  Wei Jingzhe folded his hands in his sleeves, he thought for a while, then went into the courtyard again, and brought a jug of wine for Xiang Guohe.

  Xiang Guohe rubbed his hands on his clothes, and silently took the pot of wine.

  He uncorked the jug and was about to drink.

  But saw Lu Jing slowly walking out of the courtyard.

  Xiang Guohe quickly stood up, and Wei Jingzhe and Nan Xuehu's eyes lit up.

  In the blink of an eye, Lu Jing returned to Taixuanjing, and it has been more than a month since he was conferred the title of Duke for his meritorious service.

  But since January, Lu Jing has been staying in this small courtyard, neither accepting invitations nor seeing visitors.

  Since January, Lu Jing has never been to court, and he has rarely taken a step out of this small courtyard in the empty mountain alley. Even the Thirteenth Prince Yanxu never invited Mr. Lu Jing to the palace to give lectures.

  Guogong is not only a title, but also a great honor. The whole world respects it. Even in this Taixuanjing, there are many conveniences.

  For example, the Duke of the state does not need to go to court every day, and the status of prince and junior teacher has become a false title.

   But even so, Lu Jing still played the memorial. These days, the thirteen princes always go out of the palace every two or three days to come to this alley to receive teachings from Lu Jing.

  The thirteenth prince is still young, so he is very willing to come to play with Xu Wugui in the empty mountain alley.

  To this day, Nan Xuehu, Wei Jingzhe, and Xiang Guohe saw Lu Jing finally walk out of this small courtyard.

  He is dressed in law-abiding white clothes. The faint lines on his body and his jade-like face make Lu Jing look like a man from heaven.

   "Mr. Jing." Wei Jingzhe saluted Lu Jing.

  Lu Jing smiled at Wei Jingzhe, then glanced sideways at Xiang Crossing the River.

  Xiang Guohe stood there with his head down.

  Lu Jing took a few steps forward, Xiang Guohe still didn't say a word, but followed him far behind.

   "Sir, I haven't been on the street for a long time, so I don't know where I'm going today?"

  With a smile on his face, Wei Jingzhe deliberately followed Lu Jing half a step behind.

  Lu Jing walked on the street, looked around, and said, "I heard that there is a Sifang Restaurant on Sifang Street, and there is a storyteller who knows everything about the world?"

Without hesitation, Wei Jingzhe nodded and said, "It's true. When the student was in the middle of the river, the storyteller at the Sifang Restaurant once told the story of the master destroying the dragon formation and killing the demon dragon. The master never went to the street, so he probably didn't know where he was. A famous name in Taixuanjing."

  Wei Jingzhe said this, but Nan Xuehu on the side shook his head and said: "Not only in Taixuanjing, but in the whole Dafu, there are countless scholars and common people competing to pass on Mr. Lu Jing's poems.

   "Three million sword lights flew up, making Zhou Tian cold."

   "Let's sing and step into the palace of drunken monsters, take pleasure in stirring up the five directions of the sea, the sword energy has become a king and go, where there is a real dragon, slay the real dragon."

   "Sin calls out to the knights at night, and the east wind blows into the Dragon Slaying Field... Even a few days ago, when the flowers bloomed and the flowers were killed, it has become famous all over the city, and it will soon spread all over the world."

  Lu Jing was a little curious: "Hezhong Dao is said to be far away, but it is still two or three thousand miles away from Taixuan Jing. The storyteller is in Taixuanjing, so he can know many things about Hezhong Dao in an instant?"

   "There are countless talented people in Taixuanjing, but this person is rather strange, he seems to enjoy storytelling, and he would tell stories in the Sifang wine shop every two or three days.

  In addition, even the real princes and nobles can't see him, but these princes and nobles are rejected, and they don't have much temper. Sir... I think this storyteller is also very special. "

  Lu Jing became more and more curious. He walked all the way through the downtown area, along the banks of the Zhutai River, walked through several streets, and saw Sifang Restaurant on Sifang Street.

   Along the way, there was always a ray of spiritual thoughts floating around Lu Jing, but the wandering people around him seemed to not see his existence at all, but it never caused a commotion.

  After all, the current Lu Jing is different from the past. In the past, it was only because of beheading evildoers on the Taihe River, forcing the powerful to build charitable halls, and because of the profound pen and ink calligraphy, they were respected by the people in Taixuanjing.

  He called the wind and rain in the middle of the river, brought the river back to life, and sought justice for those dead people in the middle of the river, putting himself in danger, but he killed hundreds of real dragons in the city of Changliu...

  These things are heard by those young scholars and common people as if they were listening to a novel, a legend.

  Lu Jing is the protagonist of that legendary novel, so how can it not arouse people's curiosity?

  Over the past month or so, if it wasn't for the Jingyin Mansion sending red lions and yamen servants to guard the deer-raising street every day, curious people would have already flooded the deer-raising street.

   Because of this, when Lu Jing went to the street, a faint wisp of vitality drifted away, covering his figure.

But even so, he still saw many monks above five realms when he walked all the way to the restaurants, but these monks often carried the identity of the court, and when they saw Lu Jing's spiritual thoughts covering their figures, they never stepped forward to disturb them, but just stayed away. Yuan saluted Lu Jing and called him Duke.

  Sifang Restaurant is a two-story building, but it is full of people today, probably waiting for the mysterious person to tell a story.

  Lu Jing came downstairs and was about to go up. Suddenly, a frail woman in a long brown dress walked out of the wine shop to salute Lu Jing, and handed Lu Jing a palm-sized toilet paper.

   Lu Jing took the straw paper curiously, opened it up, and saw that it said: "Mr. Kong Yang already knows the purpose of coming, and is willing to do his best for the people of the world."

  Looking at the words on the straw paper, Lu Jing couldn't help being surprised.

  There are only about 20 characters on the straw paper, but each word is graceful and elegant, round and charming.

   "Li Zhu running script? This is a lost brushwork."

   Lu Jing folded the cursive script in silence and put it in his sleeve.

   "The name of this mysterious storyteller is Kong Yang? How does he know why I'm here?"

  Even though Lu Jing was a little curious, he never entered the Sifang Restaurant again.

   "Let's not mention why this person knows my purpose, but a character who can write a stroke of Li Zhu's running script, since he wants to do things for the people of the world, he should not be fake."

   "Since I handed over the souvenir, I don't have to insist on meeting."

  Lu Jing turned around and returned to Kongshan Lane again.

  The next day, the sky is not yet bright.

   Sitting cross-legged in front of the small courtyard on the empty mountain, Xiang Guohe suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

  He looked sideways, and saw the courtyard door opened, and Lu Jing walked out from it...

   "You want to follow me?"

   Lu Jing asked Xiang to cross the river.

  Xiang Guohe nodded deeply.

   Lu Jing said again: "You should think about it more clearly. I have many enemies. There are countless people in the world who want me to die. If you follow me, you may die sooner."

   Xiang Guohe was still taciturn, just bowed his head and followed behind Lu Jing.

   Lu Jing saw this young man who was in the middle of the river, asked him to look at the heart-holding pen, and touched the black sandalwood sword. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

   "In this case, you go to Zhao Yelai."

  Xiang Guohe hastily turned around and entered the courtyard, leading Zhao Ye.

  Zhaoye's body glowed with a faint jade light. Now Zhaoye seems to be different from when he was in the middle of the river. The hair on his body is more shiny and translucent, and the smooth body lines seem to be full of explosive power.

   "You can be regarded as being taken care of by Qingyue. Without Qingyue, you would not be able to swallow those violent dragon balls."

  Lu Jing got on his horse, and crossed the river to still lead the horse for Lu Jing.

  Whether it is Lu Jing or Zhao Ye, there is no need for someone to lead the horse.

   But for some reason, when the young man led the horse, Lu Jing could clearly see that the young man's spine had straightened a lot, and his eyes were shining brightly.

   "Xianguo crossed the river to lead the horse for me, not because of my status as a prince, but because I am Mr. Shulou, because I have inherited the sword spirit of Mr. Si."

   Lu Jing knew it in his heart, so he let Xiang cross the river and lead the horse.

At this time, it was the fourth watch, the fifth watch of the Great Fu, and Yanglu Street was in the center of Taixuanjing. When Lu Jing rode Zhao Ye through many streets, he saw many carriages passing by, and there were The general rode on horseback and saw some ministers hurrying to the palace to attend court.

   Lu Jing was looking at the pedestrians on the street.

  Pedestrians on the street were also looking at Lu Jing.

   "Lu...Jing Guogong came out of the courtyard in Kongshan Lane?"

   "Look, he is wearing the court uniform of the Duke of the White Jade Chihu, and he is going to the Taixuan Palace. Is he about to go to court?"

   "Duke Jing Guo has never been in court since he was entrusted that day, but today he is in court, but he doesn't know what is important?"

   "Maybe you're tired of staying in Kongshan Lane?"

   "Look, who is riding a white tiger from Wulong Street?"

   "It's Yu Dongshen, the son of Prince Chong'an!"

   "It's strange today. Duke Jing Guo, who has never been to court, is going to court. It has been more than a month since Yu Dongshen, the son of King Chong'an, came to Xuandu, and he is going to court today?"

  In the hall, Sheng Ruzhou glanced sideways at Lu Jing.

  The Seventh Prince Yuxuanlou and Chu Guogong may have heard the news that Lu Jing was going to court, so they rushed here too.

  Yu Xuanlou stood beside Lu Jing, and suddenly sighed: "I never thought that one day, you would stand in this hall, or even stand beside me."

  Yu Xuanlou took the initiative to speak.

  Lu Jing glanced at him sideways, and said, "Your Highness, today's matter has nothing to do with you, so don't be afraid."

  I don't know why, but Yuxuanlou, who usually has a calm heart, can be provoked by Lu Jing repeatedly.

  But at this time, Emperor Chongtian came in from the side hall in a black robe, climbed onto the jade platform, and sat on the throne.

   Canglong Diaosi stood on the side of the emperor's seat, bowed and said: "Today's court meeting will begin, can Your Highness play something?"

  Sheng Ruzhou wanted to step forward, but glanced at Lu Jing again.

   But Lu Jing was wearing a white jade Chihu court dress, took a step forward, bowed in salute, and held a jade fold in his hand.

   "Chen Lu Jing, please play."

  Emperor Chongtian drew a smile on the corner of his mouth, looked at Lu Jing with great interest, and waved his sleeves.

   Canglong Diaosi walked down the jade platform, took the memorial from Lu Jing, and slowly opened it.

  The old Canglong Diaosi's complexion suddenly changed, and there seemed to be hesitation in his eyes.

   "Read it out." Emperor Chongtian spoke, and the hall was instantly silent.

   Canglong Diaosi took a deep breath, and without hesitation, read it slowly.

  Suddenly, the huge Taigan Hall was extremely silent, and countless courtiers buried their heads deeply, not daring to raise their heads.

  The eyes of the Seventh Prince Yu Xuanlou, Chu Guogong, and Sheng Ruzhou also seemed to have turbulent waves constantly churning.

  But the old voice of Chiyi Diao Temple was like the sound of thunder, roaring in their ears.

   "Chen Lu Jingzao!

  The former Taizu and Taizong Shengdi held the Jiuyao Tianshu in their hands, swept away the meat, illuminated the statue of Wu and embraced the heroes of three generations, and guarded the divine weapon. Over the past four years, the whole world has been blessed with great blessings, and it has been handed down to four generations and four dynasties, and the whole world is full of history. As far as I worship the Emperor of Heaven, I deeply think of the importance of people and the people. With grace and power, the eagle will fly to the North Sea, and show off the world. Quartet.

   Woohoo! Today, in the land of the kings of the four seas, there are dragons who are domineering, and the flames force the people of the world to perform blood sacrifices. There is Taichong Hailong Lord who responds to Houtian, accepts the grace of heaven, worships the Dragon Lord, and lives in the Dragon Palace, but he takes the lizard as his heart, the wolf is born, he is close to evil, and he sits and sees the suffering of the living people, and swallows the teeth of the dead. The hatred of swallowing blood and gnawing marrow, swear to live together! Minghu! Yinghou Tianmu has neither the power of a sage, nor the virtue of discipline. If he is not punished, he will harbor evil intentions and treat the divine weapon as nothing.

  Under the whole world, is it the king's land, and the shore of the land, is it the king's ministers.

  Today Lu Jingshang Temple is filled with the blood of loyal loyal ministers. Please ask the sage to wash away the darkness of the five seas, purify the sun and the moon, sharpen the mountains and rivers, and strengthen the righteousness. "

  (end of this chapter)

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