After all, the white dew has passed, and the night has become a bit cooler.

Such nights are very comfortable, especially on such moonlit nights, but the mosquitoes are still very active, which is somewhat annoying.

There was a pissy wind lantern hanging on the crooked neck tree under the black building in the Imperial City Department.

The old King of Hell in the Imperial City Department, Changsun Jinghong, was still lying on his rocking chair, still holding the tattered palm-leaf fan in his hand, occasionally slapping on his body, but not fanning the wind, but hitting mosquitoes.

There were three teenagers sitting in front of the stone table opposite him, and the three teenagers were chatting.

They are Wang Zhenghaoxuan, Amu, and his granddaughter Changsun Hongyi.

Changsun Jinghong did not close his eyes. He was with these three young men. His old eyes were full of kindness, and he did not have the ferocious appearance of the King of Hell.

It took him a long time to sigh slightly, and he also felt a lot of feelings in his heart—

I am already very old. In the old saying, the loess has been buried in my neck and may go down one day.

But they are still very young.

I have been as young as them... It's great to be young!

Be energetic and energetic, dare to fight and fight, and never be afraid, let alone retreat.

This is the newborn calf, and this is the rising sun in March!

It's not like myself now.

There are too many concerns and too many hesitations.

In addition to investigating some things, there is another important reason to guard this Hall of Hell over the years - who will this Hall of Hell be handed over to?

I was a little upset when I thought about this.

He withdrew his gaze and looked up at the cut moon above his head...

Originally, the Hall of Hell was to be handed over to Xia Yunhu, but Xia Yunhu seemed to be unable to wait, so many people died in the Hall of Hell. Xia Yunhu let Chang Shusheng go, but now he is missing.

The other four judges...

These four guys are okay to kill people, but Imperial City is not only killing people, but also using their brains.

That old guy Ji Tai was waiting for him to die.

The emperor wanted to see him today, but it was Ji Tai who made slander in front of him, intending to convince the emperor to drive him, the old King of Hell.

Actually, there is nothing to stay in this broken place, but I can’t leave now!

In the three hundred years of Ningguo, the Imperial City Department has undergone several reconstructions.

The most recent one was in the second year of the emperor's ascendance to the throne, that is, the second year of Zhaohua.

Rebuilding the Imperial City Department was not the emperor's idea, but... Queen Lu's idea!

It was even Queen Lu’s idea to even make herself the unpleasant King of Hell!

But I never expected that something big happened in Zhaohua in the third year.

Of course, there was a premeditation for that matter, because at that time I was not in Kyoto, but was ordered by the emperor to go to Yue Kingdom.

When I came back, the water from Huanhua Creek was cleared early, and the waiting mansion had turned into ashes when I got on the bus.

But I finally met Queen Lu for the last time.

This Hall of Hell should be handed over to that child, and only he can take over can he not be ashamed of Queen Lu.

But now that the black clouds in Kyoto are under such a heavy burden, how can the child bear such a heavy burden!

At this moment, a sound suddenly came into his ears, which was Amu's voice.

"Junior brother, I want to correct you!"

"Although Li Chenan's martial arts skills are indeed not good, but I'm here with my senior brother... his character is not a problem!"

"Didn't the master say that? Learning martial arts is the best! Learning literature is the root!"

"He is actually not a martial artist, because I have been with him all these days, and his pursuit of martial arts is not as persistent and passion as you and me."

"At the same time, my senior brother doesn't think he is a typical literati, because I have never seen him books or write poems."

Wang Zhenghaoxuan was stunned, "Then what kind of person is he worthy of your hard work for him?"

Amu was silent.

Changsun Hong was dressed in silent Amu, thinking that this young man who didn't like to talk was cool.

Changsun Jinghong raised his ears and his eyes fell on Amu's face, waiting for Amu's evaluation of Li Chenan.

The old guy Shang Di had a very high evaluation of Li Chen'an, but this evaluation came mostly because Shang Di was influenced by Li Chen'an'an's poems.

Especially the poem he created and the words he said at Kyoto Nanmen.

Changsun Jinghong admitted that Li Chenan could afford the most talented man in Ningguo, and also admitted that what he said could inspire the young man in Ningguo, but he did not think that Li Chenan had the ability to gain a foothold in the court.

In today's temple, those who can gain a foothold are not talented and knowledgeable.

Either you defect to Ji Tai or... you need enough wisdom and courage to deal with Ji Tai!

There are many students in the world who have enough talent to learn, but that kind of wisdom needs to be condensed in practice.

Ji Tai will not give Li Chenan time to practice.

He cannot die, but he cannot stay in Kyoto.

He needs time to grow until his wings become full with the support of the Marquis of Dingguo Mansion.

Changsun Jinghong put away his thoughts. Because Amu spoke, he spoke very slowly, and it seemed difficult to grasp Li Chenan's characteristics:

"I think...he's more like a shrewd businessman!"

Wang Zhenghaoxuan glared: "Businessman?"

"This morning, the fourth princess came to Huaxi Villa. He told the fourth princess a lot of ways to make money... Although I don't understand, it sounds very powerful, especially when he said the fastest way is to grab it!"

Changsun Hongyi was stunned: "Give me?"

"That's what he said... In fact, it's not accurate to say that he is like a shrewd businessman, because he knows so many ways to make money, but he only brews wine!"

"So, I think he doesn't seem to care much about silver like a businessman."

Wang Zhenghaoxuan was interrupted at this time, "After talking, it means he has no ambitions."

Amu pondered for a moment and shook his head, "You are still wrong!"

"Then tell me what is his ambition?"

"This... I have to ask him after Brother Wei returns."

"You go to Huaxi Villa with me!"

Wang Zhenghaoxuan stared at Amu for a moment, "Why?"

"I was injured, I promised him that you will protect him after you come to Kyoto!"

"Don't do it!"

"Do you want to drink the Huapingchun he brewed?"

“…It’s really that delicious?”

"It's true!"

"Only don't do it!"

Amu stood up, "Are you brother?"

"yes!"

"Then go!"

Wang Zhenghaoxuan followed Amu unwillingly.

Changsun Hongyi watched the two leave, then turned around and asked grandpa curiously: "What is this Amu?"

"Mushandao's disciple, Wang Zhenghaoxuan's senior brother."

"I know this, I'm asking whose teenager he is?"

"……orphan."

"oh."

Changsun shocked his granddaughter, shook the broken palm fan in his hand, and said, "You are not young anymore. If you like it, go and pursue it!"

Changsun's face turned red, his head lowered, and he pinched the hem of his clothes, "What did grandpa say? I, I don't have that mind!"

Changsun Jinghong looked into the night sky again.

"Mid-Autumn Night... Grandpa will ask Wang Zheng Jin Zhong to take people to the headquarters of the Yulong Association!"

"You take Yufengwei to Mobei... hurry!"

Changsun Hongyi was shocked, "What are you doing in Mobei?"

"Catch up with Princess Silin's ceremonial guard, protect her...or rescue her!"
Chapter completed!