(No. 19 guaranteed)

Jiujiu Chunjiu, Lu Jiujiu, who had not gone downstairs for three days, pushed open the door. She stretched and showed the mature woman's figure to the fullest, like a gourd. If the street squirts saw it, they would definitely whistle.

Success, finally success!

Is this what a cultivator feels like? She clenched her fists and felt that her body had reached a new level. No wonder His Majesty is so keen on cultivating immortals. This feeling is so wonderful.

She wanted to consolidate it, but a visitor came.

He is the famous storyteller Ximen Ji, a famous storyteller in the capital. His representative works are Weiyangsheng's narrative stories "The Legend of the White Snake" and "A Chinese Ghost Story".

"Mr. Kin, why do you have time to come to my little winery? Have you noticed my changes?"

“What changes?”

"I'm done!"

Ximen's eyes lit up, and he went straight into her boudoir and closed the door, "Please put the congratulations behind you, let me tell you something important first."

"You said."

"What's wrong with the capital city recently. The emperor came back two days ago, but he left immediately. After that, many people came to the capital city one after another, and these people were not ordinary people."

"Cultivator?"

"right."

“How many people are there.”

"It is impossible to count. Some people are in the open and some are in the dark, and they predict that there will be no less than a hundred people. His Majesty is not in the capital, and he also handed over the power of the government to the four or eight princes. The fourth prince is fine, except for that little bit.

He has a special hobby, but the Eighth Prince...what is that!"

"Your Majesty must have his special intention in this arrangement. Since you have discovered this, have you not reported it to the palace?"

"I reported it, but there was no one in the palace," Ximen sighed. "Now the empress and princess in the palace have left the palace strangely. I also told Erlang, but he is in seclusion and probably hasn't received it."

"Where is Xiao San? Have you contacted her?"

"No."

Lu Jiujiu pondered, "It seems that I am going to go to the palace in person."

Ximen Ji suggested, "It's better to go to the Yong Prince's Mansion to inquire first. You know Hu Gai, and today Hu Gai holds a big banquet, as if to celebrate his becoming a governor."

"There is such a thing. Is he okay?" Lu Jiujiu said and said, as if he was talking to himself, "But this is indeed something he can do. OK, I'll go there in person."

~

In He Kun's mansion, looking at the invitation sent by King Yong Hu Gai, the wife asked him why he didn't go.

"I, He, is your Majesty's minister, not his King Yong. Now that King Yong has become a governor, I will come to win me over. If Your Majesty knows, Your Majesty will not blame his brother, but will you have any ideas about me?

Madam, this matter must be thoroughly considered.”

But the lady said, "I think Your Majesty is better to your husband than those brothers."

"That's because I treat Your Majesty as selfless as my father. It's a pity that we have no blood relationship after all." He Kun regretted.

Mrs. He didn't feel uncomfortable with such stingy words, but only felt that her husband was sincere and frank, which was also the reason why the couple could be harmonious.

Then He Kun ordered the housekeeper, "Liu Quan, you can prepare a gift to the Yong Prince's Mansion, I won't go."

As soon as he said he wanted to give him a gift, someone came to give him a gift.

"Who is it?"

Liu Quan, "The other party said that he was Wanyan Hongji, the prince of the Wanyan tribe in the northern border."

"What a red chicken, white chicken, the son of a grassland village dares to call himself a prince," He Kun said impatiently, "If you accept the gift, you will disappear."

"yes."

~

The Xiao family in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Xiao Shen had entered the Qi Refining Stage a few days ago and successfully rushed before his two sons. After all, his foundation was still there.

After success, he began to study the drawing methods of ancestral non-sleeping talismans, and prepared to promote them in the court after learning it, and distribute talismans for free, so that officials could work two more hours a day.

After all, many colleagues have said that if they didn’t have to sleep, they could continue to work for the sake of the court and the people.

Very good, the original minister must satisfy these capable officials.

Now Xiao Shu and Xiao Yan are still working hard to practice, especially the seventh old Xiao Shu. Unlike the eighth old Xiao Yan, who is still distracted by the imperial examination next year, he devotes himself to practicing and often does not go out of the door.

Xiao Yan should be more relaxed, and he will go to school as usual. He will attend some literary gatherings with his classmates every now and then, talk about poetry and essays, talk about next year's big test, talk about His Majesty's gossip, and meet some new friends.

Today he took a new friend home. Although he was studying at Yuejing Academy with him, he met through a friend's literary association. He was a freshman from the northern border named Wanyan Hongji.

Xiao Yan passed by He Kun's mansion when he was back home and met his new friend Wanyan Hongji at the door.

After asking, I found out that Wanyan Hongji gave He Kun a gift, but the gift was accepted, but he was not invited in.

Although Xiao Yan was a little worried about this new friend, he was also curious, "What gift did you give him?"

"I forgot to hear anyone say that Lord He Kun is His Majesty's most favored minister. I think Lord He must have outstanding features, so I want to know and learn and learn."

Xiao Yan felt a little embarrassed. Everyone was drinking together yesterday. Wanyan Hongji asked this question. Xiao Yan blurted out the name "He Kun". Unexpectedly, Wanyan Hongji forgot who said it, but remembered "He Kun" firmly.

”.

"Oh, what he has to learn is nothing more than being so shameless and shameless."

Wanyan Hongji shook his head, "Brother Xiao is such a bad word. What a talented and stubborn person in Your Majesty, how can you just flatter villains, and how can you have the current real power status? You must know that he is a popular candidate for the next prime minister.

”

Hearing Wanyan Hongji's words, Xiao Yan was silent and reflected, and it seemed that it made some sense.

As they talked, they arrived outside the gate of Xiao Mansion. It seemed a bit unkind not to invite people in.

So Xiao Yan asked him politely, "I'm home, do you want to go in and sit down?"

Wanyan Hongji was about to politely decline, but suddenly he saw the three words "Prime Minister's Mansion" on the door plaque, and then he couldn't walk.

"Brother Xiao, you, are you the son of Xiao Xiang?!"

Xiao Yan, "Yes, my friends are all called my uncle, you heard it too."

"I, I thought your surname is Xiao, Yan, and the name is Guojiu," Wanyan Hongji laughed, "I didn't expect you to be His Majesty's brother-in-law. Please come in and ask me."

Wanyan Hongji made a gesture of invitation and invited Xiao Yan into Xiao Mansion, which made Xiao Yan suddenly feel confused: This seems to be my home.

When he heard that Xiao Yan was the son of the prime minister, the brother of the virtuous concubine, and his princess, Wanyan Hongji's height changed. He was as tall as Xiao Yan before, but now he was half a head short, but he looked nothing but his figure was not good

The obvious changes are extremely magical.

Xiao Yanben didn't want to introduce the person to his father. His father had a lot of things to do and didn't have much time to sleep. He didn't have time to pay attention to his new friends. Moreover, his father didn't like his son to take his friends home. It's too distant.

It's not appropriate to be close.

Unfortunately, Xiao Shen happened to be in the yard today, so Xiao Yan could only introduce it with a tough bullet.

Seeing his son bringing a man home, Xiao Shen seemed a little unhappy. His daughter had repeatedly mentioned Xiao Yan's marriage issue to him. They were all 23-year-old men, and if they didn't get married, they would be gossiped about them.

Xiao Shen didn't understand what gossip he could say at first, until he saw Xiao Yan, who never brought his friends home, took a man home and looked pretty good, and he seemed to understand.

"Father, this is Wanyan Hongji, my friend."

A very complete sentence, but Xiao Shen only heard "key" and "friend" in his ears.

Seeing Xiao Shen stunned, Wanyan Hongji introduced himself again and said that he was a student of Yuejing Academy.

Xiao Shen then remembered that Wanyan Hongji, he had heard of this person. After all, this person's admission was arranged by His Majesty himself. "Wanyan Hongji, how did you know His Majesty?"

Xiao Yan was shocked, "Brother Wanyan, do you know Your Majesty?"

Wanyan Hongji nodded, "When I was in the northern border, I had presented some treasures to Your Majesty, including practice techniques and some elixirs. Your Majesty was very happy, and he also heard that I admire the culture of the Central Plains, so he asked me to come to Beijing to study.

study."

"Cultivate, practice the exercises?" Xiao Yan was curious, "Brother Wanyan, have you practiced it yourself?"

“Some practiced.”

"Have you practiced?"

"It's a little bit."

Speaking of this, Wanyan Hongji's height seems to have increased a little, but it still does not exceed Xiao Yan.

"So you are a cultivator!" Xiao Yan looked at Wanyan Hongji with some admiration. If he had not seen Lin Xiaotian and Ping'an and other cultivators, his eyes would have been even hotter.

Wanyan Hongji smiled reservedly and agreed.

Seeing this, Xiao Shen became concerned. Before the emperor left, they discussed how to get along with the secular world and the cultivation world. The final conclusion was that there must be a yamen that went straight to the sky to be responsible for various affairs here.

During this period, he has been thinking about what this new yamen should look like. He has not thought about the others clearly, but at least, the grassroots structure of this new yamen must be a loyal cultivator.

However, as far as he knows, after the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, many people started practicing, but he was the only one who achieved success.

Just a few rotten garlics can form a new yamen? At least you won’t think about it in a short period of time.
To be continued...