Chapter 309: With the White Jade Chi Tiger, Jing Guogong Goes to Court
Xiang Guohe, wearing a gray robe, squatted in front of the small courtyard in Kongshan Lane, Lu Jing, saying nothing, unwilling to leave or enter the hospital.
Zhuo Yaoluo's two gem-like eyes looked curiously at this young man who looked thin but had wisps of vitality and blood surging around his body.
After walking along the Hezhong Road and seeing the bones all over the Hezhong Road, this young man from Nanzhao seemed to become more and more silent.
He was a guest in the palace of the Duke of Chu, and he once participated in the palace examination, hoping to win the Wind-breathing Sword for the seventh prince.
But these days, Xiang Guohe has been unwilling to go to the Duke of Chu's mansion again, especially that day when a strange phenomenon appeared in Taixuan Jing. After the flowers bloomed, hundreds of flowers were killed, and the whole city was covered with golden armor.
Xiang Guohe first went to the residence of Sheng Ruzhou, the second assistant of Taishu Pavilion, and took a look at the plain-heeled horse he brought back from Nanzhao. Then he went to the library to look at the former residence of the gentleman who saved his life.
Coming to Kongshan Alley, I stood silently in front of Lu Jing's courtyard, unwilling to leave.
Wei Jingzhe and Nan Xuehu stood side by side, standing at the entrance of Kongshan Lane. They were looking at the planned Jing Guogong's mansion, and at the same time they were looking at the young man who came out of the dense forest of Nanzhao.
"This young man's martial arts cultivation is different from Da Fu's martial arts. He looks gentle, but is actually strong. His iron fists can almost shake mountains."
The mark on Wei Jingzhe's arm glowed faintly under his Confucian robe.
Nan Xuehu couldn't see through Xiang Guohe's cultivation and sighed.
"There are more and more geniuses in Taixuan Capital, but unfortunately there are fewer and fewer famous doctors in the world."
Wei Jingzhe knew what Nan Xuehu was talking about. He turned his head and asked, "The head of the Nan family..."
Nan Xuehu shook his head, remained silent for a few breaths, and said: "The famous doctors in Taixuan Capital have seen everything and used many extremely precious medicines, but with little effect."
"Mr. Jing didn't write this letter for you. Has Mr. Eleven ever read it?"
"Mr. Eleven and Mr. Qingyue came to see each other." Nan Xuehu closed his eyes: "Congenital deficiencies, coupled with the fact that he was born with half of his heart missing... Mr. Eleven has a good remedy, but it needs to be produced at sea.
The nine-headed lion grass of the demon kingdom.
If this kind of nine-headed lion grass is fertile, even if it requires a lot of effort, the Duke of Nanguo will naturally be able to find it.
It’s a pity that the demon kingdom on the sea has always been hostile to the people on land, and the nine-headed lion grass is extremely precious. There are only a few plants in the entire demon kingdom on the sea, I’m afraid..."
When Nan Xuehu said this, he fell silent again.
Wei Jingzhe couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
The family property of the Duke of Nanguo is spread over a vast area. When it comes to wealth, even those small countries in the Western Regions cannot compare with the Duke of Nanguo.
For example, the famous Toad Soul sword owned by Grandmaster Mingyue of Yuxing Island was obtained by the Duke of Nanguo at a huge cost, and since it was given to Luo Mingyue.
But I never thought that Nan Tinggui, who was now in charge of the Nanguo Palace, was seriously ill, but the huge Nanguo Palace seemed to have no hope of recovery.
"Perhaps this is the reason why the Duke is eager to let his sixth uncle, He Yu, inherit the family business. The world is changing rapidly, and even a palace as big as the Duke of Nan's palace cannot sustain much turmoil."
At this juncture, Nan Xuehu thought of his sixth uncle again: "I wonder if my sixth uncle really went to Qi, and I don't know when he will come back."
"This young man from Nanzhao should be a good man. He seems taciturn, but his eyes are very determined. I think he must have seen many unbearable things all the way from Nanzhao to Taixuanjing, and from Taixuanjing to Hezhong Road.
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Wei Jingzhe clasped his hands in his sleeves. He thought for a while, then went into the courtyard again and brought a pot of wine for Xiang Guohe.
Xiang Guohe rubbed his hands on his clothes and silently took the bottle of wine.
He opened the cork and was about to drink.
But he saw Lu Jing slowly walking out of the courtyard.
Xiang Guohe quickly stood up, Wei Jingzhe and Nan Xuehu's eyes also lit up.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Jing returned to Taixuan Capital, and it had been more than a month since he had been granted the title of Duke for his meritorious service.
However, for the past month, Lu Jing has been staying in this small courtyard, neither accepting invitations nor seeing very few visitors.
In the past month, Lu Jing has never gone to court, and has rarely taken a step out of the small courtyard in Kongshan Alley. Even the Thirteenth Prince Yanxu has never invited Mr. Lu Jing to come to the palace to teach.
Being a Duke is not only a title, but also a great honor. The whole world respects him. Even in Taixuan Capital, there are countless conveniences.
For example, the Duke does not need to go to court every day, and the status of Prince and Young Master has become a false title.
But even so, Lu Jing still made a memorial. These days, the Thirteenth Prince always leaves the palace every two or three days and comes to this alley to receive Lu Jing's teachings.
The Thirteenth Prince is still young, so he is naturally very willing to come to Kongshan Alley to play with Xu Wugui.
To this day, Nan Xuehu and Wei Jingzhe were crossing the river and saw Lu Jing finally walking out of the small courtyard.
He was dressed in law-enforcement white clothes, and the looming lines on his body, combined with his jade-like face, made Lu Jing look like a man from heaven descending to earth.
"Mr. Jing." Wei Jingzhe saluted Lu Jing.
Lu Jing smiled at Wei Jingzhe and then glanced sideways at Xiang Guohe.
Xiang Guohe stood there with his head lowered.
Lu Jing took a few steps forward, but Xiang Guohe still didn't say a word and just followed him from a distance.
"Sir, you haven't been out on the streets for a long time. Don't you know where you are going today?"
Wei Jingzhe had a smile on his face and deliberately followed half a step behind Lu Jing.
Lu Jing walked on the street, looked around and said, "I heard that there is a Sifang Wine Shop on Sifang Street, and there is a storyteller in it who knows everything about the world?"
Wei Jingzhe nodded without thinking and said: "It is indeed true. When the student was on the Hezhong Road, the storyteller in the Sifang Restaurant once told him about destroying the Dragon Pan Formation and killing the demonic dragon. The student never went out on the street, so he probably didn't know that he was there.
A famous figure in Taixuan Jing."
When Wei Jingzhe said this, Nan Xuehu on the side shook his head and said: "Not only in Taixuanjing, but also in the whole Dafu, there are countless scholars, and the people are rushing to pass on Mr. Lu Jing's poems.
"Three million sword lights flew up, causing the whole sky to freeze."
"Singing songs and trampling the palace of drunken demons and demons, taking advantage of the excitement to stir up the five seas. The sword energy has become the king and goes away. Where there is a real dragon, kill the real dragon."
"It is a sin to call out the knights at night, and the east wind blows into the dragon-slaying field... Even the row a few days ago where I killed hundreds of flowers after they bloomed has become famous throughout the city, and will soon spread throughout the world."
Lu Jing was a little curious: "The Hezhongdao is not far away, but it is still two or three thousand miles away from Taixuanjing. So the storyteller is in Taixuanjing and can know many things about the Hezhongdao in an instant?"
"There are countless capable people in Taixuan Capital, but this person is quite unusual. He seems to enjoy storytelling, and he does it in the four-square wine shop every two or three days.
In addition, even the real princes and nobles cannot see him. However, these princes and nobles are excluded and have little temper. Sir... I think this storyteller's status is also extraordinary."
Lu Jing became more and more curious. He walked all the way through the busy city, along the banks of the Zhutai River, and walked through several streets before he saw Sifang Wine Shop on Sifang Street.
Along the way, there was always a wisp of spiritual thoughts floating around Lu Jing. The people wandering around seemed to be unable to see his presence at all, but they did not cause any commotion.
After all, the current Lu Jing is different from the past. In the past, it was only because he killed evildoers on the Zhutai River and forced the powerful to build charity halls, and because of his profound attainments in pen and ink calligraphy that he was respected by people in Taixuan Capital.
He called for wind and rain on the Hezhong Road to revive the Hezhong Road, and sought justice for the dead people on the Hezhong Road, putting himself in danger, but he also killed hundreds of real dragons in Changliu City...
Hearing these things to those young scholars and the common people was like hearing a romance or a legend.
Lu Jing is the protagonist of that legendary novel, so how can he not arouse curiosity?
For more than a month in the past, if the Jingyin Mansion had not dispatched red lions and government officials to guard Yanglu Street every day, I am afraid that curious people would have flooded that street.
Because of this, when Lu Jing took to the street, a weak ray of vitality drifted away, covering his figure.
But even so, he still saw many monks above the fifth level when he walked to the Sifang Wine Shop, but these monks often carried court status. Seeing Lu Jing's spiritual thoughts covering his figure, he did not come forward to disturb him, but he was far away.
He bowed to Lu Jing from a distance and called him the Duke of the country.
Sifang Wine Shop is a two-story building, but today it was packed with people, probably all waiting for the mysterious man to tell stories.
Lu Jing came downstairs and was about to go up. Suddenly, a delicate woman wearing a brown dress walked out of the wine shop, saluted Lu Jing, and handed Lu Jing a palm-sized piece of papyrus.
Lu Jing took the papyrus with some curiosity, spread it out and saw that it read: "Kong Yang already knows the purpose of your visit, sir, and is willing to do his best for the people of the world."
Lu Jing looked at the words on the papyrus and couldn't help but be surprised.
There are only two or so characters on the papyrus paper, but each word is graceful, elegant, round and charming, flowing sometimes and stopping, sometimes stopping and flowing, no stroke is taken lightly, and every word is fluent and beautiful.
"Li Zhu running script? This is a lost writing technique."
Lu Jing folded the cursive script in silence and put it into his sleeve.
"The name of this mysterious storyteller is Kong Yang? How does he know my purpose?"
Even though Lu Jing was a little curious, he never entered this Sifang wine shop again.
"Not to mention why this person knows my intention, but if someone can write a stroke of Li Zhu cursive script, since he wants to do things for the people of the world, he should not be fake."
"Since you handed over the souvenir, I don't have to insist on meeting you."
Lu Jing turned around and returned to Kongshan Alley again.
The next day, it was still dark.
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 opening and Lu Jing walking out...
"You want to follow me?"
Lu Jing asked about crossing the river.
Xiang Guohe nodded deeply.
Lu Jing added: "You have to think clearly. I have many enemies. There are countless people in the world who want me to die. If you follow me, you may die earlier."
Xiang Guohe remained taciturn, just lowering his head and following Lu Jing.
Lu Jing saw this young man on the Hezhong Road, looked at the holding pen and touched the black sandalwood sword with him, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"In that case, go and lead Zhao Yelai."
Xiang Guohe quickly turned around and entered the courtyard, bringing Zhao Ye with him.
Zhaoye's body glowed with a faint jade light. Zhaoye now seemed different from when he was on the Hezhong Road. The hair on his body became more shiny and translucent, and his smooth body lines seemed to be filled with explosive power.
"You have been taken care of by Qingyue. Without Qingyue, you would not be able to swallow those violent dragon beads."
Lu Jing got on his horse and crossed the river, still holding the horse for Lu Jing.
Whether it is a land scene or a night scene, there is no need for someone to hold the horse in front of you.
But for some reason, when the young man led the horse, Lu Jing could clearly see that the young man's back was much straighter and his eyes were shining with light.
"Xiang crossed the river and held my horse for me, not because of my status as a prince, but because I am Mr. Shulou, and because I inherited Mr. Fourth's sword spirit."
Lu Jing understood this in his heart, so he allowed Xiang to lead his horse across the river.
At this time, it was the fourth watch and the fifth watch was in the morning. Yanglu Street was in the center of Taixuan Jing. When Lu Jing rode Zhaoye through many streets, he saw many carriages passing by.
The generals were riding horses, and some ministers were seen hurriedly heading to the palace to attend court.
Lu Jing was looking at the people on the street.
Pedestrians on the street were naturally looking at Lu Jing.
"Lu... Duke Jingguo came out of the small courtyard in Kongshan Alley?"
"Look, he is wearing the white jade Chihu Duke's court uniform and heading to Taixuan Palace. Is he about to go to court?"
"Since he was granted the title that day, Duke Jing Guo has never gone to court. Today he went to court, but he didn't know what was important?"
"Maybe you're tired of staying in Kongshan Alley?"
"Look, who is riding the white tiger on the Dragon Dance Street?"
"It's actually Yu Dongshen, the crown prince of Chong'an!"
"It's strange today. Duke Jing Guo, who has never been to court before, is going to court. It's been more than a month since Yu Dongshen, the crown prince of Chong'an, came to Xuandu, and he has to go to court today?"
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In the court hall, Sheng Ruzhou glanced sideways at Lu Jing.
The Seventh Prince Yu Xuan Lou and Duke Chu also hurried over, perhaps after hearing the news about Lu Jing going to court.
Yu Xuanlou stood next to Lu Jing, and suddenly sighed: "I never thought that one day, you would stand in this court, or even stand next to 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 there is no need to be afraid."
For some reason, Yu Xuanlou, who was usually calm and calm, could be repeatedly provoked to anger by Lu Jing.
But at this moment, Emperor Chongtian, dressed in black robes, entered from the side hall, climbed onto the jade platform, and sat on the throne.
Canglong Diao Temple stood beside the emperor's throne, bowed and said: "Today's court meeting has just begun, may your Highness have anything to say?"
Sheng Ruzhou wanted to step forward, but glanced at Lu Jing again.
But they saw Lu Jing, wearing the white jade Chihu court uniform, taking a step forward, bowing and saluting, holding a jade fold in his hand.
"Your Majesty, Lu Jing, please play."
A smile appeared on Emperor Chongtian's lips, he looked at Lu Jing with interest and waved his sleeves.
Canglong Diao Si walked down the jade platform, took the memorial from Lu Jing, and slowly opened it.
The expression of the old Canglong Diao Si suddenly changed, and there seemed to be hesitation in his eyes.
"Read it." Emperor Chongtian spoke, and the palace became silent for an instant.
Canglong Diao Si took a deep breath, and without hesitation, slowly recited it.
For a moment, the huge Taiqian Palace was extremely silent, with countless courtiers burying their heads and not daring to raise their heads.
The eyes of the Seventh Prince Yu Xuanlou, Lord Chu, and Sheng Ruzhou seemed to be filled with turbulent waves.
But the old voice of Chi Yi Diao Si was like the sound of thunder, roaring in their ears.
"Your Majesty Lu Jingzou!
In the past, Taizu and the Holy Emperor Taizong held the Jiuyao Tianshu in their hands and swept away the evil spirits. They showed their dignity as heroes of three generations and guarded the artifacts. Over the past four decades, the world has been blessed with great blessings. It has been passed down to four generations and four dynasties, and the whole world has been covered.
Xingtongli. Until now, I worshiped the Emperor of Heaven and deeply cared about the importance of people and the people. With my kindness and majesty, I flew to the North Sea and showed my power to the world. I attacked the thirty-six countries in the Western Regions from the west. I marched hard in Loulan and plotted against Zhao, Xia, Shu, Feng, and others.
He walked all over the world and brought blood everywhere.
Wow! Today, in the kingdom of the four seas, there are dragons who are domineering, burning the people of the world, performing blood sacrifices, devouring the living people to fill their bellies to practice, and really have the heart to destroy my blood descendants.
Man, the dragon genus has Taichong Hailongjun who responded to Houtian, received heaven's favor, served the dragonlord, and lived in the Dragon Palace, but he had a heart for the dragon, a jackal by nature, and was close to evil and evil, sitting back and watching the living people suffer, and the people were perished. This is
It's the hatred of swallowing teeth, swallowing blood and biting marrow, how can we live together! Cry! Yinghou Tianmu does not have the power of a holy king, let alone the virtue of discipline. If not punished, he will harbor evil intentions and treat the sacred weapon as if it is nothing.
All the land in the world is the land of the king, and the shores of the land are all the ministers of the king.
Now Lu Jing goes to the palace to overthrow the blood of the innocent and loyal ministers, and asks the sage to wash away the evil in the five directions of the sea, purify the sun and the moon, strengthen the mountains and rivers, strengthen the righteousness, and let the traitors see today's great ambush, who is the ruler of the world!"