Two maroon red Northland horses walked through many streets with steady square steps.
The black nanmu body does not look special from the outside.
But now that Lu Jing was in it, he could vaguely see that the black nanmu wood grain on the roof of the carriage seemed to strangely form many runes. The runes were tangled together, and there was faint vitality flowing through them, protecting the noble people in the carriage.
Lu Jing is naturally not considered a noble person.
Rou Shui sat opposite her, her eyes still sparkling with curiosity as she stared at Lu Jing carefully.
Lu Jing felt a little embarrassed when she saw him, so he could only cough lightly.
The curious expression on Rou Shui's face did not diminish at all, and she did not look away. Instead, she turned her head and asked, "Master Jing, you probably already know that Mrs. Zhong wrote the secret book, right?"
"But why is there no loneliness in your eyes? Although Rou Shui has no family, if I did, and I was abandoned by my family like this, I would probably feel extremely uncomfortable."
When Lu Jing heard Rou Shui's question, he just shook his head casually: "Everyone in the world has various moods. The matter of the secret book... is not up to me, so why should I think about it too much?"
Rou Shui looked startled, and then said: "Master Jing is really open-minded. If others treat him like this, I'm afraid he will feel resentful and angry. Master Jing's confirmation that he is so calm really makes me, Rou Shui, admire him very much."
She thought for a while, then shook her head and smiled: "But in the final analysis, with Mr. Jing's personality and talents, maybe leaving the Lu Mansion is the real way to fly like a bird, and the sea is as wide as a fish can leap. If you can look away,
In fact, it’s nothing extraordinary.”
Lu Jing opened the curtains in the car and felt the surrounding scenery slowly passing away. The originally bleak weather with the first snowfall had no impact on Lu Jing's mood at all.
Even at this moment, Lu Jing's face was calm, but there seemed to be a fire burning in his heart, and it was burning even more intensely.
Even the occasional strong wind howling by, blowing snow all around, was still extremely beautiful in Lu Jing's eyes.
At this moment, Lu Jing was like a scholar after passing the college entrance examination.
All the nastiness of the past has disappeared.
The spring breeze brings joy to the horse's hoofs, and I can see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
Lu Jing just looked at the scenery along the way, and thoughts surged in his heart.
"I wonder what the princess asked me to do?"
Lu Jing thought secretly in his heart.
He originally planned to go directly to Guyue Tower, say something to Qing Yue, and then go to the library.
After all, Mr. Guanqi told him yesterday that he would choose a courtyard in the library. From then on, he would also preach and teach.
But because Princess Chong'an sent Rou Shui and even her own chariot, he asked him to follow her to see her.
At that time, Lu Jing didn't think much about it. Because of that exchange of words and the personal contract, Princess Chong'an and he were actually somewhat of a personal friend. Now that the princess invites him, it doesn't really matter if they go there.
.
Qing Yue, who was in Guyue Tower, probably didn't know that Lu Jing was going through many dangerous tribulations today. The reason why Lu Jing wanted to see her was probably because he was free at this moment.
Qingyue's body contract is now in her own hands.
Seeing a free body in a free body... can also make him feel more at ease.
Now that I have something to do, if I just go to see the princess, it probably won't waste much time.
The carriage walked like this in the streets.
At this time, the princess was not in Changning Street. The carriage passed Jingyin Street and walked for some time.
Not only do I feel that there are fewer and fewer pedestrians around me, but the streets and alleys around me are getting wider and wider.
Occasionally, you can see teams of armored warriors patrolling the streets.
Lu Jing couldn't help but be a little curious.
Rou Shui smiled and said: "Mr. Jing, this is Qingyun Street. Many second- and third-rank officials from the court live here, so the security here is tighter."
"Qingyun Street?"
Lu Jing raised his eyebrows slightly. He thought for a while, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and even put down the curtain and sat safely in the carriage.
After walking for a while, the carriage finally stopped.
Rou Shui got off the carriage first and personally opened the curtain for Lu Jing. Lu Jing smiled at Rou Shui and got out of the carriage.
The place where the carriage stopped was a mansion.
That mansion couldn't be compared with the Lu Mansion. It was just a courtyard with three entrances, and the grandeur in front of it was also far inferior.
But for some unknown reason, when Lu Jing saw this mansion, the spirit in his eyebrows suddenly opened his eyes, and the light that had been continuously bursting out from the spirit became much dimmed.
It seems that the three courtyards in front of you are an abyss that can swallow the soul.
"There is no plaque on the door of this small courtyard. I don't know whose mansion it belongs to."
Lu Jing thought in his mind that according to Rou Shui, the people who live on Qingyun Street could not be described with just "luxury and wealth".
——
The chief minister's residence.
Princess Chong'an was still sitting in the same chair as before.
The Taoist counselor behind her was still there, his whole body shrouded in a dark cloak, and even his face could not be seen clearly.
At this moment, Princess Chong'an still had a bit of surprise in her eyes.
"So... Lu Jing asked Nan Xuehu to fake his death in order to get Nan Mansion to break off the engagement?"
The person sitting at the top is naturally the Chief Assistant of Dafu Taishu Pavilion.
He also had a smile on his face, not hiding the admiration in his eyes.
"It's really rare to be able to have such a plan at such a young age."
Jiang Baishi stroked his beard: "And he deliberately set the location for the fight with Nan Xuehu very close to the library.
The library is a holy place, and there are many Yuanshen monks in the library. There is a library here, and even Xuanyi Wei is slack on those streets.
After all, nothing has happened around the library for a long time."
"This seemingly reckless plan contained many ingenious arrangements. Because of this, not to mention Nan Mansion, even Xuan Yiwei's eyes did not notice what happened that day.
Subsequently, the Jingyin Mansion arrested many arrestees and inquired door to door, only to find out that Lu Jing and Nan Xuehu actually had such a confrontation. Even the old man was very surprised."
As Jiang Baishi spoke, he looked towards the door.
When Princess Chong'an saw Jiang Baishi's reaction, a smile appeared on her cold face.
"Jiang Shoufu, the reason why I invited Lu Jing here is because Mr. Shoufu has also helped a lot in this matter.
Lu Jing is a man of courtesy and knows how to repay kindness. If he knew that Master Meng Ru had been informed behind the scenes and asked him to handle this matter as vaguely as possible, he would also be very grateful to the Chief Minister.
.”
Jiang Shoufu waved his hand: "Actually, I played a very small role in this matter. I just reduced some trivial details so that the young man's plan could be implemented faster, so that he would not be detained and taken to the south.
Mansion, let alone stay in the prison of Jingyin Mansion for a few more days."
"What is really rare is this young man's character. He is able to accurately grasp what everyone is thinking. Na Ting Gui... is not as good as this young man."
Princess Chong'an also nodded and said: "Now this matter has made a big fuss in the capital. After returning from Nanjing, he even went to the Yin Mansion in Beijing to hear the trial. He even vaguely believed that Lu Jingzhen was the murderer in the inner court.
If this happens, the Duke of Nanguo will no longer have the face to engage in an engagement with Lu Jingxing."
When Jiang Baishi heard what Princess Chong'an said, his expression became more meaningful.
"Nan Guo Gong looks old, but in fact he still carries Ju Yue on his shoulders. He is determined to make the Nan family glorious for a few more years. Now there is such a young man here..."
Jiang Baishi didn't finish his words.
Looking from the wide open courtyard, I saw the steward of the mansion walking towards the central hall with a young man.
The young man had eyebrows like willows, a body like a jade tree, and a gentle face. There was indeed no trace of perseverance in his eyes.
Jiang Baishi watched the young man approaching from a distance and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He stared at the landing scene carefully, not knowing what he was thinking about.
Lu Jing then walked into the central hall and first bowed to his host.
"Student... I have met Mr. Shofu."
Lu Jing bowed as a student and then bowed to Princess Chong'an.
Jiang Shoufu said with a smile in his eyes: "You asked the princess and her maid in front of the door just now which mansion this is, but she never told Qian Ming.
When you entered the mansion, you never had much conversation with the steward of Lao Chan's mansion. How come you know Lao Chan now that you have met him?"
Lu Jing stood in the hall, not looking around, and there was no trace of smugness on his face. He just said: "Students don't have the ability to recognize people. I just happened to have seen the Northern Qin Dynasty's "Mist and Rain in the South Mountains" on the wall in a classic.
Drawing of "Picture".
When Jiang Shoufu heard this, he turned his head and saw the famous painting on the east wall behind him that the spies of the Northern Qin Dynasty used to bribe and alienate.
A smile appeared on his face: "Yes, you know everything about the world through reading. You do have a bit of a young gentleman's bearing in you."
Lu Jing was still calm and calm. Although his face was a little childish, there was no hint of arrogance on his face and he was very steady.
When Princess Chong'an saw Lu Jing, the smile on her face became even brighter. She had a very beautiful face, but her smile seemed to fill the whole room with joy.
She was about to talk to Lu Jing about Jiang Baishi.
The smile in the eyes of the chief minister slightly faded. He looked at Lu Jing and asked carefully: "Lu Jing... have you also seen the fairyland?"
Lu Jing couldn't help but look a little confused. Jiang Shoufu invited him here today to ask these questions?
For some reason, this chief minister of Dafu, who was well-known in both the government and the public and had sat at the head of Taishu Pavilion for twenty-five years, seemed to have a lot of patience with Lu Jing.
He saw the confusion on Lu Jing's face, and there was some recollection in his eyes: "I also know some immortal wise people who have also seen the fairyland. Some of these people have disappeared from everyone, some have become Dafu's enemies, and some have
There are also a few people hiding in the mountains and serving Dafu..."
When Jiang Baishi said this, he suddenly remembered the past again.
He looked at the landing scene with emotion in his eyebrows: "There was once a library man who died with his true intention and saw the fairyland, but... he told me that he entered the fairyland and never saw the immortals in the fairyland.
"
Lu Jing's eyes became even more confused. Mr. Shulou, who died with his true intention in mind? Is he Mr. Four?
I have seen fairyland, but never seen immortals... Why is this?
Jiang Baishi's eyebrows were even more filled with emotion, and he said with admiration: "He stood next to me and whispered to me."
"I entered the fairyland, and there were countless immortals in it."
"The Immortal dare not look at me."
PS (no charge): Sorry, the author was caught in the rain yesterday. Today I have a fever and a splitting headache. I originally wanted to ask for leave, but after reading everyone’s reminders, I felt a little panicked, so I got up and wrote the outline again.
Zhang, I have really tried my best.
I'm still owed another chapter today. I'll try to make up for it with a big chapter [more than 12,000 words] tomorrow when I feel better. I'm sorry.