Fu Jin was coerced into the carriage, only to find that his current student Jing Zhaoyin was in the carriage. When he saw him coming up, he cupped his hands with a smile: "Sir, how is your stay at Prime Minister Lu's Mansion?"
He was furious: "You have something to do, don't you know how to talk to me?"
Jiang Wenfeng spread his hands innocently: "Didn't Mr. Ning speak nicely?"
Ning Xiu outside the car replied seriously: "Well, I told you, Mr. Jiang already knows."
"..." Fu Jin stroked his torn cuffs and smiled, "It's an oversight. You said you have something to do, but what's the matter?"
"It wasn't the students who said it, it was someone else."
After Jiang Wenfeng finished answering, Ning Xiu cracked his whip and the carriage drove forward.
Then, no one spoke.
They successfully left the city gate and headed for the outskirts of Beijing. Fu Jin watched the scenery outside flash past and slowly entered a wide mountain road.
"Xuandu Temple?" He thought thoughtfully.
Half an hour later, the carriage turned into a small road. The road was obviously narrow and the road ahead was dark, but under Ning Xiu's driving, it was smooth.
Finally, Ning Xiu pulled the reins, shouted, and the horse stopped.
He lifted the curtain and said, "Here we are, sir. Please."
Fu Jin got out of the car and saw a simple mountain courtyard in front of him. The fence walls were covered with wild flowers and weeds, and the few green lights in the house were like beans.
The three of them stepped into the courtyard through the night dew, and Ning Xiu knocked on the door.
"Here we come." A soft female voice sounded, and the door creaked open.
Fu Jin touched the beard on his chin and thought about which play was being performed tonight.
He knew what kind of temper this student had. With Jiang Wenfeng here, it would definitely not be detrimental to him.
Using this method to kidnap him feels inexplicably a bit intimidating...
Fu Jin's mind turned around and he knew who the owner of this female voice was.
He laughed. This kid is unwilling to suffer at all. Santai Academy was fooled by him once, and now he is helping others to suppress his limelight. Hmm, do you think this will put him at a disadvantage? You are too underestimated as a gentleman.
Already.
As for that Miss Ming, she was more powerful than he thought! She came to her before he even found her. Well, he liked being so proactive!
Fu Jin thought happily and followed Ning Xiu into the hut.
Under the dim light, the first thing I saw was a young girl in her prime, with a slender figure and picturesque features.
Fu Jin only glanced at it and praised it in his heart.
Such a beauty is enough to make all flowers eclipse.
But he quickly frowned again.
Such an appearance is very lethal to young people. Will it affect...
Just when he thought of this, Fu Jin raised his head and the smile on his face quickly disappeared.
The girl took a step aside, revealing a simple round table.
There were two men sitting at the square table. One was wearing a Taoist robe, and he looked like the immortal chief of Xuandu Temple. The other was wearing a golden crown and was dressed in fine clothes, but he was a young master.
Hearing the voice, the young master raised his head and looked this way.
Under the light, her face is like jade, and the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows is particularly conspicuous.
The moment I saw him, all my little thoughts disappeared from my mind.
Fu Jin walked straight in front of him and stared at his features, carefully, over and over again.
After a long while, he said to Jiang Wenfeng: "You should have said it first, so that sir would be a little more prepared."
This reaction made Jiang Wenfeng a little surprised, and he replied: "What do you want to prepare, sir?"
Fu Jin shook his head, did not answer the question, and then bowed down solemnly and formally.
He didn't say anything during this prayer, as if he felt that nothing was appropriate.
Yang Shu was stunned for a moment before he remembered to help him. Fu Jin had already finished the salute.
"gentlemen……"
Fu Jin smiled. At this time, he was the gentle and elegant scholar again. But this time, the reason why he was like this was not to show off, but because he thought it was necessary.
"Master, do you know who I am?"
Yang Shu nodded silently.
Fu Jin laughed: "That's great, it saves the effort of explanation."
Only Jiang Wenfeng present recognized both parties, so he came forward to introduce them.
After greeting each other, Mingwei said: "Mr. Fu, please sit down. I think you know why I invited you here today. We don't have much time, so let's not worry about the false courtesy and go straight to the topic."
All matters of seniority and inferiority were put aside at this time, and the six people sat together in a circle.
Fu Jin looked at the people in front of him. Each one was younger than the last. The oldest one was his student Jiang Wenfeng, who was only in his late thirties.
He laughed in his heart. He felt a little guilty discussing fatal matters with such a group of young people. But if he thought about it seriously, these people really should not be underestimated.
Needless to say, he was a student, but he immediately became Jing Zhaoyin. He would be promoted as soon as his term was completed. In a few years, he would enter the political hall and become a very popular minister. It was not a rare thing.
The master of Xuanfei Temple had just been granted the title of Imperial Master after returning from Qiu Lie. Xuandu Temple usually has no sense of presence, but when it is really used, it is a big killer.
As for Ning Xiu, it sounds like he is a very ordinary person from the world, but Fu Jin knows that his master is a great master, otherwise the eldest princess would not have begged him to save Yang Shu's life.
Finally, his eyes fell on Mingwei.
This person seems to have an ordinary origin, but he is the most mysterious person.
"Young master, do you all know?" Fu Jin got straight to the point.
Mingwei nodded: "He already knows all the clues. But the conclusion is our speculation after all. And the only one who really knows the answer is Mr. Fu. Therefore, we have invited Mr. Fu here, hoping that you can
Give us a definite answer."
Yang Shu remained silent in response.
He thought about it a lot, but he never thought about this answer.
He was neither the emperor's illegitimate son nor Yang Erye's biological son.
Fu Jin fixed his eyes on Yang Shu and asked Wen Yan: "So, where is the young master? Are you ready to hear this answer?"
Yang Shu raised his head and looked at him.
"Please sir, please clarify my doubts."
Fu Jin laughed: "Then please listen carefully, Master. I will not say these words a second time."
…
It was getting late, and Mrs. Ji didn't know how many times she looked at the courtyard door.
"Why aren't you back so late? It's not unusual for a girl to stay out all night!"
Hearing her complaint, Ji Ling, who was sitting in the hall reading a book, didn't even raise his head: "Mom, didn't I tell you to stay out of my cousin's affairs? She is not an ordinary person."
"Regardless of whether she is a member of our family, she will always be worried, right?" Mrs. Ji made a pair of sleeves, bit off the knots, and compared them, "It's not easy for Xiao Wu to enter Xuandu Temple. Someone
Forget it, there’s another person staying out all night at home, I’m really worried about this.”
Ji Ling finished reviewing the last sentence and closed the book. Seeing the sleeves on Mrs. Ji's hand, she looked at them for a while and said, "Mom, are you too young?"
Mrs. Ji rolled her eyes at him: "It's not for you, why is it so small? You are not the only one in the family who can read and write."