Chapter Thirteen: For whom is Fenglu standing in the middle of the night?
Chong Xuan Sheng's obese figure is a source of joy most of the time.
Especially when walking around, the fat is rippling like water, making it even more ridiculous. Where is the momentum at all?
Most people in this world are not as good as him in family background, intelligence or achievements, but they are not as obese as him, so they have reasons to laugh at him.
But today, he walked out without looking back. In the Bowang Hou Mansion, which was as deep as the sea, he was no longer the lonely little fat man lying on the ground. He was no longer the little fat man who had always put on fake smiles. Young Master, but a truly grown-up "person".
The upper part can hold up the sky, the lower part can stand on the ground, and a single tree can block the wind and rain.
He did not have the magical power to control the heavens and the earth, but he was taller and more powerful than ever before.
Smart people always have a lot of ideas and a broad mind. Sometimes the smarter you are, the harder it is to know what you really want.
But now he knows.
Chongxuan Yunbo's voice grew old behind him: "Do you know what you will lose if you just walk out like this?"
Chong Xuan Sheng also left his young voice behind: "I will no longer remember what I lost, I only remember what I have."
What he lost was probably the hereditary Prince Bowang, the possibility of catching up with Jiang Wang Zhongxuanzun in cultivation, the hope of Dongzhen, the intricate network of relationships of the entire Zhongxuan family, and the present and future of the top sects of the Daqi Empire. future.
But so what?
He strode out, his voice remaining in Bowanghou's mansion.
"Now, I still have at least one Desheng Trading Company, at least one Jiang Wang who will stand by my side no matter what the circumstances, and at least...Fourteen."
"With fourteen, I have everything."
"Grandpa, I hope you really didn't do anything to Fourteen. Otherwise, I would actually be a terrible person."
Chongxuan Yunbo realized that he was actually being threatened.
It's ridiculous because of the situation.
In terms of love, the following is the greatest disrespect.
But there was no anger in his heart.
He is just a little lonely.
None of his four sons, from Mingguang to Minghe, put family first.
None of his two direct grandsons, from Chongxuanzun to Chongxuansheng, put family first.
He never wanted to do anything to Fourteen.
From beginning to end, it was just to make Zhongxuan Sheng compromise and let Shi Shi be his concubine.
Unexpectedly, Chongxuan Sheng would not give in even this step.
Every family he has high hopes for in the future has its own stubbornness, and that stubbornness is not the family itself.
How ironic, isn't it?
He leaned back on the chair, feeling very hard. But when he spoke, he held his breath and refused to weaken. He snorted coldly: "I am so important to Xuan Yunbo that I won't take it out on a little girl."
Just like that, in the somewhat dazzling skylight, I watched the fat figure disappear.
Just like many years ago...
I can’t remember exactly how long it’s been, it feels like it just happened yesterday.
The child left and never came back.
Will never come back.
"Confused, Dad!"
Chongxuan Mingguang suddenly rushed in, startling Zhongxuan Yunbo, and almost shocked him on the spot.
He rolled his eyes and couldn't help but scolded: "What are you doing Chongzhong!"
Chongxuan Mingguang came closer, gathering the fragments of the wooden handrail on the ground with his boots, and said: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, ka, didn't I come to see you? In case you have something wrong with me."
Chongxuan Yunbo got up and went to find the knife: "I will let you have three advantages and two disadvantages today!"
"Dad, dad!" Zhongxuan Mingguang quickly hugged his waist and said in a loud voice: "Calm down! Calm down! Calm down!"
Zhongxuan Yunbo struggled for a moment but didn't move, and felt sad for a moment.
He cursed: "Open the car for me!"
Chongxuan Mingguang maintained a defensive posture, and while letting go of his hand, he pulled away and muttered: "Why are you angry at me? It's not me who provoked you." "You are not convinced, are you?" Chongxuan Yunbo glared irritably.
Looking at him: "You are not even convinced, are you?"
"I'm convinced." Chongxuan Mingguang nodded and bowed and smiled: "I'm very convinced. You old man, please calm down and don't argue with the idiot!"
When Chongxuan Yunbo heard this, he realized that this was indeed the case. The eldest son had been in a bad state for a day or two. At least he now had a sense of his own stupidity, which was considered to be a lot of progress... so he changed chairs again.
sit down.
Then I heard Chongxuan Mingguang say again: "This kid Asheng has not inherited the wisdom of my Chongxuan family at all, what on earth is going on in his mind?
The old man didn't sound right: "So who did you call an idiot just now?"
Chongxuan Mingguang said matter-of-factly: "Ah Sheng! Could it be me?!"
The old man didn't speak for a while.
Chongxuan Mingguang said again: "I don't know how to accept such a good marriage. I have to marry a dead soldier and only marry one wife in this life. Isn't this pure stupidity? How can there be a marquis and wife who was born as a dead soldier in the world?
Spread the word and make people laugh!"
Chongxuan Yunbo did not scold him this time.
He stayed quietly for a while and sighed: "This way he will look like his father."
Some people think about wounds that hurt once and for all, but as time goes by, they never heal. The older they get, the more they think about them again and again.
Chongxuan Mingguang approached him habitually, pinched the old man's shoulders skillfully, and sighed: "Oh, no wonder you are so worried, old father. The second and third brothers left early, and the fourth brother went overseas and refused to come back.
Jing. My A-Zun is so outstanding that he was granted the title of Marquis so quickly and separated the family to become independent. My nephew is too ignorant and does not consider the family at all... Such a big family has no successor. How sad!"
Chongxuan Yunbo also felt extremely sad.
"It seems... I can only rely on me. I have been keeping a low profile and playing games for so many years. It is time to calm down and lead the Chongxuan clan to a new stage!"
Chongxuan Mingguang patted the old man on the shoulder and said, "Dad, don't worry, I will do a good job after you leave!"
Chongxuan Yunbo, who was already weak in energy and blood, suddenly stood up, turned around and raised his legs, all at once.
With a beautiful whip kick, the straw bag was pulled out of the door.
"roll!!!"
Chong Xuan Sheng rolled a step ahead of his dear uncle.
Of course, he is not as handsome as his uncle, but his posture is much more chic.
Daqi Wu'anhou was waiting for him in the courtyard.
Seeing him like this, he didn't say anything else. He just took out a handkerchief and handed it to him, motioning for him to wipe it.
Chong Xuan Sheng wiped the blood on his forehead and walked out side by side with his old friend.
After wiping it, I felt something was wrong, so I put it in front of my eyes and looked at it: "Where did you get this handkerchief? It smells so good, is so beautiful, and is it pink?"
Jiang Wang shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know who put it in my room when I was in the academy. I saw it was embroidered with gold threads and tattooed with the Jiechen magic circle.
It should be quite valuable, you can help me sell it later."
Zhong Xuansheng shouted, pressed the pink handkerchief back to the wound, and continued walking out.
"Is there more?" he asked suddenly.
"What?"
Chong Xuansheng took a handkerchief and waved in front of Jiang Wang.
"There are also a few sachets, a sword, a short bow, a book of poems... Well, why is there a tea set?" Jiang Wang said as he took out things, only bits and pieces.
"Okay, okay, stop it." Zhong Xuansheng felt that his forehead was starting to hurt.
Jiang Wang also remained silent.
"Did Ye Henshui say anything to you just now?" Chong Xuansheng asked again.
"I didn't say anything. He just complimented me casually. He also said that you performed very well in the battlefield of Faxia and he appreciated it." Jiang Wang thought for a while and added: "You don't look angry."
"Whether I'm angry or not, I won't show it in front of you. Besides, a person like Ye Henshui won't rush to see off his niece. That is, the old man still has some face, so he asked him to come today..."
Chong Xuansheng said this, and then said: "Who cares, it's none of my business!
We finally arrived at the gate of the Hou Mansion.
Chongxuan Sheng said: "We have to walk back. We won't be able to use the Chongxuan family's carriage in the future."
Jiang Wang just said: "Just take a walk."
So the two of them waited for the car, and actually walked out side by side.
Walk out of Bowanghou Mansion, walk out of the street where Bowanghou Mansion is located, and merge into the bustling flow of people in Linzi.
The bustling world sometimes makes people feel alienated. The more lively it is, the more out of place you feel.
Turning a blind eye to the strange looks cast by some people, Zhong Xuan Sheng pressed his forehead with a pink handkerchief and suddenly sighed: "I also said that I will move after leaving the academy this time. I have always lived in the small house in Yaoguangfang.
It’s not a big deal and it doesn’t fit with my current identity.”
"What now?"
"Move too! Move to Wu'anhou Mansion!"
Jiang Wang: "...It's great that you moved from my house to my house."
Zhong Xuansheng made a disgusted sound: "Can you speak? You have to say, 'our family'!"
Jiang Wang sighed.
Chong Xuansheng added: "We, a family of three, will live a good life from now on."
"I also have a sister, have you forgotten?"
"Then a family of four."
Jiang Wang looked at him sideways: "What I mean is, stay away from me. I have a family of my own."
"Okay, okay, Jiang Qingyang, you are very capable. Since you said so, and since you are so cold, from now on, the Marquis Wu'an Mansion will be divided into two halves. Don't come to the west and I will go to the east. I promise not to go to the east and you will not go to the west. Let's not mess with each other.
River water!”
Jiang Wang was completely defeated. He was silent for a while and asked, "What is the first thing you do after moving?"
Chong Xuansheng thought about it seriously: "Brother Yan Xian is invited to be our guest?"
"Although it makes sense, what I want to ask is..." Jiang Wangdao: "Aren't you and Shi Shi getting married?"
"Hahahahaha..." Chong Xuansheng laughed.
Smile openly and wildly.
Laughing happily.
How valuable is it to be granted the title of marquis, and how valuable is it to be rich in gold!
The smile made passers-by look sideways, looking at him like he was a fool.
The Marquis Wu'an of Daqi, who was upright in green clothes, graceful in demeanor, and obviously not a fool, also walked with him and laughed with him.
The Jiang family's mansion in Yaoguangfang is also a popular place.
After Jiang Wang was granted the title of Marquis, visitors from all walks of life with complicated connections almost leveled the threshold. Later, he hid in Xiashan Villa.
Arriving in front of the house, Chong Xuansheng put down his handkerchief and asked Jiang Wang, "Is the wound still obvious?"
Jiang Wang looked at it carefully: "It's very bland."
"Does it affect my handsomeness?
This question is really difficult to answer. Jiang Wang really doesn’t know what impact can be considered when fighting something that doesn’t exist.
Silence is sometimes an answer.
Of course, the answer Chong Xuan Sheng saw was obviously different from what Jiang Wang wanted to express.
He waved his hand: "Hurry up and treat me."
Jiang Wang pinched the seal in a very dignified manner.
He added: "Forget it, I'll go find a medical clinic. Don't prick my wound open."
Jiang Wang's hand, which he had formed into a medical seal, suddenly became a fist.
But Zhongxuan Sheng had already run away.
He actually went to a medical clinic and treated the wound on his forehead carefully until no red marks were visible, and then he walked back to the door of Jiang Mansion in a swaggering manner.
The rosy-faced Menzi came to greet him from afar: "Hello, Lord Marquis! Hello, Mr. Sheng!"
As the saying goes, there are seven grades of officials in front of the prime minister.
The status of the disciple is directly linked to the status of the master.
When he first came to the Jiang family as a disciple, Jiang Wang was just a viscount. He was really inconspicuous in Yaoguangfang, where the powerful gathered. Jiang Wang could be so arrogant that he would bully the imperial family from time to time.
As a disciple, he always puts his tail between his legs and always smiles when meeting people.
But who would have thought that the master would be so ambitious?
How long had it passed? Before he could understand the door of a minister's house, the viscount became a marquis. The kind of person who lives in a city with 3,000 households.
The youngest military hero in Daqi!
He changed from a licker to a licked person overnight, and the servant's family was no longer ranked among them!
How can one be so happy in life?
Nowadays, many people want to visit someone, but they have to say good things to them first, be careful and give generous gifts.
Even if the Marquis went to the academy and was not at home, he would still receive invitations to pay his respects.
How could he not serve with all his heart and soul?
Lord Jiang has only been a Marquis for more than three months, and he has already gained 13 pounds!
Jiang Wangzuo almost didn't recognize him at first glance, and thought he had changed his name at some point.
"Fourteen! Fourteen! Where is it?" Chong Xuansheng didn't care about the looks between their master and servant. He shouted as soon as he entered the door: "I'm back!"
If you really want to count, Chong Xuan Sheng has lived in Yaoguangfang for much longer than Jiang Wang.
It's very cordial to come back here, and I feel very light at the moment.
He yelled with all his strength: "Fourteen! Fourteen!"
In the homes of noble people, it is important to speak harmoniously and softly so as not to disturb the neighbors. Even if there is any movement, it is usually the sound of silk and bamboo.
In the entire Yaoguangfang, it is really rare to see people like Jiang Mansion making such noises.
After Chong Xuansheng and Jiang Wang moved in, within a few months, the surrounding land prices became cheaper.
The steward Xie Ping raised his voice and hurried out: "Mr. Sheng, Mr. Sheng, the Fourteenth Master went to the Academy to greet you yesterday. What happened? Did you miss him?"
Zhong Xuansheng turned around suddenly, stared at Xie Ping, and lowered his voice: "When was it yesterday?"
When the academic officer from Jixia came to Linzi, there was only one way to go to Jimen.
No matter what, it cannot be missed.
Unless Shi Shi left halfway, or she didn't go to Jixia Academy at all.
Xie Ping had never seen Mr. Sheng with such a sharp look in his eyes, as if someone had grabbed his heart, and it was difficult to breathe: "Next, afternoon."
"What happened yesterday?" Jiang Wang asked, "Has anyone come to Bowanghou Mansion?"
In the gentle voice of his Lord, Xie Ping's nervousness was relieved, he quickly calmed down, and said clearly: "I've been here. Yesterday morning, a carriage came from Bowang Hou Mansion, and asked the Fourteenth Master to come over. But no.
After a while, Master Fourteen came back. Then she stayed in the courtyard for a while, and then went out in the afternoon. I asked her where she was going, and she said she was looking for Mr. Sheng.
Chong Xuansheng suddenly turned around and jumped into the air. He ignored the Linzi control ban and flew towards Jimen.
Jiang Wang immediately flew to follow him, and kept using his spiritual consciousness to communicate with the disturbed imperial guards everywhere, indicating that it was a Qingpai operation and telling all parties not to be alarmed.
Two figures flew quickly outside Jimen, like thunder and lightning in the sky, rumbling and rumbling.
Flying down in front of the archway of Jixia Academy, Zhongxuan Sheng directly hit the restriction with Daoyuan: "Who is there?!"
The one on duty today is the Buddhist teaching of strict Zen.
He wears scholar's uniform, has his hair shawl-style, has a slender figure, and has an ancient look on his face.
His eyes were slightly bitter. He proclaimed "Amitabha" first, then walked out of the academy formation and looked at Zhong Xuansheng: "Is there any seal of the Political Affairs Hall?"
"I'm not going in." Chong Xuansheng paused for a moment before saying, "Did anyone come yesterday?"
Yan Chanyi frowned: "I wasn't on duty yesterday.
He was isolated from the world in the academy, and he had no relatives or descendants, so he didn't need to care about the powerful relationships in the outside world. He didn't even bother to give a good face to the Prince of Bowang, who didn't understand etiquette.
"Strict teaching." Jiang Wang held Chong Xuansheng down with one hand, stepped forward and asked, "I wonder who was on duty yesterday?"
Seeing Jiang Wang speak, Yan Chanyi's expression softened a lot: "It's probably Zhang Jiaoxi."
Jiang Wang put his palms together and saluted: "I wonder if anyone came to the Academy yesterday? He wore iron armor and held a heavy sword. He is a very important friend of mine. Please ask.
Yan Chanyi looked at him with a solemn expression.
After saying "wait a moment", he disappeared into the formation.
Not long after, he appeared under the archway again: "There were no people wearing iron armor. However, there was a delicate woman wearing very gorgeous clothes who stood outside the academy all night and left at dawn."
