Zhao Wanliang obviously did not expect Lu Jing to answer like this.
He was slightly stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.
His face, which was originally somewhat slender, showed a rare serious look, and he said to Lu Jing: "Earlier, Mr. Wu told me that you have some toughness about you, and that plain-heeled horse is psychic.
If you were just ordinary, I'm afraid it wouldn't be that close to you.
At that time, I just thought Mr. Wu said it casually, but I didn't expect that you would be looked down upon in this Lu family and sink in the mire, but you still don't want to lose what you hold in your heart and cling to wealth. This is extremely rare."
Lu Jing pondered for a moment, and then slowly said: "It's not what I hold in my heart. If Nanfu can really make me get rid of the mire on my body, and make me see the sun like the flowers in my garden that are facing the sun in the mid-autumn day, I think I will be very happy.
willing.
It's just that... Nanfu is also complicated. When clay figurines like me go to Nanfu, they just jump from one quagmire to another, and they still can't see the light of day.
Instead of doing this, why should Munan Mansion be so strong and expect another quagmire?"
Zhao Wanliang looked at Lu Jing with an even higher look and said, "Yes, you know the pros and cons when encountering problems and don't be fooled by appearances. If you were left in the army, you would at least deserve a sentence."
"In that case, you can take care of yourself, and I don't know how you hide your martial arts skills, but when the general comes back, he will definitely ask you.
Compared with this matter, practicing martial arts is secondary. If you hide your clumsiness in the house, your crime is even more serious. When the time comes, people will naturally ask you what you want to do."
While Zhao Wanliang was speaking, he turned around and left.
His voice still echoed in Lu Jing's ears: "Also, don't wander around the mansion these days. The old lady usually asks you to only enter and exit through the west gate, probably because you are afraid of bumping into the noble lady.
King Chong'an... deserves the respect of our Lu family. Without him holding a halberd but taking off his armor, and suppressed by Tai Xuan's power, we, the martial artists, would have died more."
Lu Jing watched Zhao Wanliang leave, then turned back to the courtyard.
Qing Yue was always waiting for him at the entrance of the courtyard. When Lu Jing saw her appearance, he smiled and joked: "What? Do you think I went out to fight with someone early in the morning and lost?"
Qingyue wrinkled her nose, lowered her head and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised her head and said: "Master, you are the man in the courtyard and you have your own plans.
But...if you do these dangerous things again in the future, can you...can you tell me?"
The smile on Lu Jing's face faded and he said softly: "Since it is something dangerous, I can't let you know, otherwise you will be uneasy staying at home, and worrying for a long time will be bad for your health."
But Qing Yue stubbornly shook her head: "Master, that's not the case."
"In this huge Lu family, the young master and I are the closest, and I guess the young master thinks the same way.
If you go and do that dangerous thing and tell me about it, you will have some clarity in your heart. You will know that I am still thinking about you in this small courtyard, and you will also know that I am looking forward to your victory."
"Although it's just useless thoughts, it's still better than walking alone."
Qing Yue spoke softly, her tone full of determination, and she even looked directly into Lu Jing's eyes.
Qingyue, who occasionally gets lost in the lake, seems to make a lot of sense in what she said.
Lu Jing fell silent for a moment. He lowered his head and thought for a moment before a smile appeared on his face and he slowly nodded to Qing Yue.
A smile appeared on Qingyue's face, a light smile.
His eyes were like a bright moon, and his gaze was as bright as moonlight. They seemed to be filled with some power, like a blue sea, which made Lu Jing feel more and more peaceful.
"By the way, young master, I will cook a bowl of noodles as you asked. Do you want to take it to the library?"
Lu Jing was lost in thought, but Qing Yue suddenly asked.
He nodded and said with a smile: "I met a young man in the library who was about the same age as me. He couldn't go home on weekdays, so I brought a bowl of noodles and let him have a taste."
After Lu Jing said this, he took out a small piece of shining gold from his waist.
"The young master has received a monthly salary from the library. This piece of gold is more than one tael, so you can keep it and add whatever you want to the backyard as you wish.
You can eat as well as you can, there is no need to save money, you can get it again next month."
"Gold...gold?"
Qing Yue blinked, quickly took the small piece of gold from Lu Jing's hand, and looked at it carefully for a while.
"Ah! It's really gold, young master, the library is so good? If you go to the library to study, you can actually get a monthly salary?"
"Huh? I didn't go to the library to be a disciple. Your young master was invited to be a teacher."
"Sir? Master, you go to the library to teach? Are you so airy?"
"Teaching? Well... more or less, he's the gentleman from the library anyway."
——
Lu Jing took the food box containing clear soup noodles and went to the library.
When I got to the fourth floor of the Self-cultivation Tower, I found that Chen Xuanwu had arrived early and was hiding in a corner, reading a book carefully.
Lu Jing approached, but Chen Xuanwu didn't notice it at all.
This made Lu Jingshen interesting, because when he saw Chen Xuanwu for the first time, he just glanced at him and already realized that although Chen Xuanwu was young, his spirit was very powerful.
It was such a young Yuanshen monk who didn't even notice when someone came next to him...
"What book is he reading?"
Lu Jing quietly poked his head out.
But his eyes caught a line of words on the page.
"The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the emotions are urgent and secretive. The fish lanterns are shining on all sides, and the candles are bright on both sides. The ten niangs call Guixin and peony, and take off their boots and shoes with the young man, fold their robes..."
Well, no wonder Chen Xuanwu is so fascinated. The book he is reading is a bit unorthodox.
Lu Jing couldn't help but smile.
Chen Xuanwu suddenly felt something, and quickly closed the page of the book. He looked up and saw Lu Jing and breathed a sigh of relief again.
"Brother Jing, you shouldn't walk so lightly. Saints have words, and walking makes noise. It can solve the inconvenience..."
Lu Jing handed the food box in his hand to Chen Xuanwu and said with a smile, "You are too absorbed."
Chen Xuanwu took the food box with a curious expression.
"My girl made this. I like to eat it very much. I remembered that you were in this cultivation tower early this morning, so I asked her to make a bowl for you. Think of it as my first acquaintance gift to you. Eat it quickly. Well, I’m already walking very fast, but this noodle is not like other dim sum. It doesn’t taste good after being soaked for a long time.”
When Chen Xuanwu heard Lu Jing's words, he nodded repeatedly, and the smile on his face became brighter.
He opened the food box, took out the bowl of noodles, looked at the bowl carefully, and praised: "Brother Jing's riding and shooting skills must be excellent. After walking so many miles, the soup in this bowl is not the same." Sprinkle even a tiny bit."
While praising him, he picked up the kuaizi and sandwiched it between his mouth.
At the moment of entrance, Chen Xuanwu paused slightly and continued eating.
But his brows were slightly wrinkled.
"Brother Jing, your girl's skills are really quite..."
"The craftsmanship is very good, isn't it?" Lu Jing smiled proudly and said, "My girl's other meals are average, but this clear noodle soup is the best. If I don't eat a bowl every day, I will always feel empty.
some."
Chen Xuanwu chewed the noodles hard and remained silent.
Lu Jing added: "Although you can eat delicacies from the mountains and seas sent from the mansion in this self-cultivation tower, you can't eat such home-cooked meals.
I will bring some for you when I come to the Self-cultivation Pagoda in the future. I have to eat anyway, so there is no harm in making more."
Chen Xuanwu became even more silent.
What this innocent boy in white is thinking about most now is probably whether it would be too unreasonable to reject Lu Jing.
At this moment, on the seventh floor of the Self-cultivation Tower.
Mr. Guanqi was clasping his hands behind his back and looking down at the ground.
The ground is paved with redwood, and the woody fragrance overflows.
It seemed that Mr. Qi was not looking at the boring floor, and there was a smile on his lips.
"This is the first time in so many years that you have made an exception to recruit such a young gentleman to the academy."
Next to Mr. Guanqi is a woman in palace attire.
The woman was wearing a pale blue gauze dress, and her elegant face was painted with pale red makeup. This makeup was charming and graceful, simple yet elegant.
With a face that is as graceful as an immortal, coupled with a pair of unforgettable starry eyes, it seems that it can captivate the glitz and glamor of the world.
The woman stood next to Mr. Guanqi, also looking down at the ground.
Mr. Guanqi remained silent.
The woman frowned, her eyes turning a little more accusingly: "Since you have already communicated with the young soul to break your paranoia, why should you remain silent?"
Mr. Guanqi finally turned his head and looked at the woman: "This face... is much more refined."
The woman touched her face and said expressionlessly: "It's just a skin. I could make it more beautiful if I wanted to, but it's rare for you to break the precept like this after holding the precept for more than ten years?"
Mr. Guanqi's eyes fell on the ground again: "Don't you think that this young man has a tenacity and is determined in his words and actions?"
The woman shook her head and said: "I don't think he is outstanding. There are many geniuses in Taixuan Capital, and some of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys are better than him. If you met him once, you broke the precepts for him and recruited him into the library, it is inevitable.
Makes me wonder."
Mr. Guanqi exhaled a long breath, and then slowly transmitted the message: "There are indeed many talented young people in Beijing, but most of them are children of well-born, well-raised and well-educated families, and come from wealthy families.
Only this land scene is different."
"Although he can't be said to have suffered a lot in the Lu family, he didn't receive any education.
Because of an incident that happened a long time ago, the Lu family wanted to raise him into a...waste.
He was over sixteen years old, and he had never had a teacher to teach him essays or a priest to teach him etiquette.
But even so, he can still write amazingly good calligraphy. Lu Chongshan called him for questioning, and every move of this young man did not look like a useless bastard who only had resentment in his heart."
"Mr. Eleven, this may sound unremarkable, but I always feel that his situation is very similar to that of Mr. Four in his early years."
The woman who was called Mr. Eleven by Mr. Guanqi frowned suddenly: "So, you recruited him to train him well and let him take up the mantle of Mr. Four?"
Mr. Guanqi shook his head: "If I train him, he will not be able to take up the mantle of Mr. Fourth, and he will be at a disadvantage to Meiyu.
That's why I invited him into the library and asked him to be the teacher who excerpted classics. He could enjoy himself in these many classics and then use boring excerpts all day long to wash away any resentment he might have in his heart.
At that time, we will take a look at him to see if he can hold Mr. Fourth's sword."
When the woman heard these words, she was finally relieved.
However, Mr. Guanqi still put his hands behind his back and said softly: "Master is no longer in the world, so the world always needs some noble young Confucian scholars. Otherwise, how can we get rid of the pedantry in the world?"