When Fu Nian's mind was spinning with thoughts, Zhang Liang, a considerate person, slowly took out a book from his arms and placed it in front of Fu Nian.
There was a complex look on his pretty face, and his voice was gentle and soft, "Although Liang doesn't know what happened to Mr. Fu Nian and Mr. Zheng, so many scholars are asking to see you, it must be related to this book."
Zhang Liang said and sighed in his heart. I am afraid that he is the person who has purchased the most books. Now I am going to give the book to Fu Nian, and I will go to show it to the Ninth Young Master later. I wonder if Zilanxuan should also buy it.
inform.
If I were not clear-minded in my heart, I am afraid that others would think that I, the grandson of the Prime Minister, was a lecher!
"This..." Fu Nian glanced at the "Jin Ping Mei 2" in Zhang Liang's hand and was speechless for a moment.
I'm afraid it's... not good for Zifang to give himself such a reading book so early in the morning, right?
On the way here, he had already roughly understood what the "Jin Ping Mei" was, but after reading the meaning of the scriptures, he naturally thought that it was an obscene thing and could not be put on the stage.
Before he could think about it, Zhang Liang took out a piece of tissue paper from the book and handed it to Fu Nian.
Fu Nian's eyes narrowed and he hesitated for a moment, but he still took the folded paper from Zhang Liang's hand and unfolded it.
The text above is in Korean characters, but as a master of Confucianism, Fu Nian is proficient in the literature of the Seven Kingdoms, so it will naturally not be obscure when reading it.
The expression of the originally calm and serious person changed several times when he read the above text.
"This!" After reading this, he was almost furious, even with a hint of grievance in his anger.
"When did I say such judgmental words?!" He couldn't help but asked loudly.
Raising his head, he always felt that Zhang Liang looked at him in a strange way, "That's not what I said. I never said it. You have to believe me, Zifang!"
Faced with Mr. Fu Nian's "three consecutive denials", Zhang Liang smiled bitterly and said, "Of course I believe you sir, but there is an endless stream of visitors in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Do you want your grandfather to drive those people away, or do you want to do it yourself?"
Go and meet?”
When Fu Nian heard this, he didn't answer for a while. What he was thinking was, why did his reputation become like this when he first came to Xinzheng?
What worries him even more is whether this kind of remarks will spread back to Confucianism and be known to his master and fellow disciples?
If this was the case, it would be really difficult for him to continue to keep a straight face in front of his brothers and teach them the way to behave.
Just when he was thinking about how to organize his words to refute those rumors, Zhang Liang said understandingly: "Since Mr. has never said these things, in order to solve this matter, I'm afraid we have to start from the source."
Zhang Liang had witnessed a public turmoil once, and Zilanxuan's business was in trouble these days because of these three people's remarks.
It's just that he didn't expect that Mr. Zheng would come again this time and involve Mr. Confucianism. This was no different than Zilanxuan. If it was not handled well, it would be difficult to end.
Listening to Zhang Liang's words, Fu Nian gradually came to his senses. It was also his first time traveling, and he was suddenly wronged like this. He couldn't calm down for a while.
After getting rid of the distracting thoughts in his mind, he immediately thought of Zheng Ze. He must be slandering himself!
"Do you have anything to teach me?" Fu Nian, who had regained his composure, looked at Zhang Liang's green face, which was all in Xinzheng. He thought that Zhang Liang should know Mr. Zheng Ze better.
Faced with Fu Nian's direct gaze, Zhang Liang smiled bitterly and said, "What Mr. Zheng did is strange and hard to tell. But Liang believed that he had no ill intentions towards Mr. As the saying goes, the person who untied the bell must also tie the bell. Fu Nian
Sir, why don't you ask me face to face, maybe you can get a better solution."
Hearing this, Fu Nian calmed down slightly, thought for a moment, and nodded, "Zifang's words make sense."
…
While Zhang Liang and Fu Nian were talking, Zheng Ze was still sweating profusely in the backyard, swinging his sword faster and faster than before.
The fallen leaves in the courtyard rose up with his movements, and the air flow caused by the sword's movement caused the leaves to follow him, and there was even wind and sand flowing around him.
Yan'er, who was washing clothes at a distance, saw this scene. She immediately stood up and ran over with short legs. She struggled to pull the bamboo pole where the clothes were drying to the corner. If there was dust on it, then she would have washed it in vain.
!
After being dragged aside, Xiao Yan'er breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the loose hair from her forehead. She stood next to the clothes drying rack and watched Zheng Ze swing his sword.
How should I put it? Uncle Ze's martial arts is definitely not as good as my mother's, but watching a man wield a sword is different from my mother's, and there is a pleasing beauty to it.
Zheng Ze was focused on nothing else. He had always explored the path to martial arts on his own. Yan Lingji knew what he knew and basically told him.
Before the fifth level of inner breath, her experience could still bring some help to herself. But now, as for the experience she imparts, I can only say that listening to Ji's words is like listening to a word.
Zheng Ze suspected that this woman didn't understand the road ahead at all. Her ability to reach the seventh level of inner breath was entirely due to her own special physique, extraordinary talent, and recklessness.
Yan'er was watching with relish when suddenly her eyes moved and she turned her head. She saw her mother walking slowly from the attic and standing there watching Uncle Ze practice his sword.
She was standing there, probably because she had been a killer. Her shoulders were very straight and slightly set back, which made her chest more prominent. Below were her slender waist and perfectly long legs.
Today she is wearing a light yellow dress, with a light blue tube top underneath and a skirt that hangs down from her abdomen, so you can see a glimpse of her long legs. This was Yan'er's insistent request last night.
Replaced.
He felt her arrival, but Zheng Ze did not look at her. It was not until the end of the set of swordsmanship that he slowly and steadily retracted the breath in his body that he turned his head.
With just one glance, the beautiful figure under the warm morning sun was reflected in his pupils.
Among so many beauties, few can compare with Frightened Salamander in terms of overall slender figure. Just standing there, she is a sight to behold.
Perhaps it was the influence of the warm sun in the early morning. Looking at it this way, this cold beauty seemed not as cold as last night.
Facing Zheng Ze's gaze, she keenly sensed the obvious difference from the other person. Her pink lips parted slightly, "The fifth to sixth levels to the inner breath realm are the thresholds that most people cannot cross. Except for the Japanese.
As you accumulate day after day, you still need to understand your own intention. Only by possessing your own will can you have the source of motivation to continue moving forward."
Zheng Ze frowned, "I mean..."
Before hearing Jing Salamander's words, he had a vague feeling like this, but he never touched the right door.
While he was thinking, the Jing Salamander slowly walked up to him, took a deep look at him again, stretched out his right hand that had been holding a sword for many years, and pinched the blade of the long sword in Zheng Ze's hand with two fingers.
"The so-called meaning is the deepest thought in your heart when you exert your strength."
A slightly cold voice flowed slowly into Zheng Ze's ears, and then he felt a naked and pure murderous intention from the woman in front of him. Unprepared, this feeling made chicken skin appear on his arms.
pimple.
This kind of murderous intention seems to be able to penetrate a person's body and heart, and his whole body is enveloped in it. The figure in front of him seems to be a sword full of murderous intention.
The next moment, this feeling suddenly disappeared, and when I looked at it again, I saw that the icy beauty was once again the inexplicably heartwarming beauty.
After taking a deep look at her stunning face, she seemed to be in much better condition after a night's rest.
"Killing intent..." Zheng Ze felt it. Jing Salamander deliberately and directly displayed it in front of him. Through the sword in his hand, he had the deepest understanding.
Slowly close your eyes and experience the feeling just now.
Jing Salamander glanced at him and shook his head. The understanding of meaning is based on his past experiences. People with a strong will sometimes change whether they care or not in an instant.
Yan Lingji knew about Zheng Ze's martial arts training time, so she was impressed by Zheng Ze's talent. However, in Jing Salamander's view, the fifth level of inner breath realm at this age is too ordinary!
Yan'er, who was originally on tenterhooks, looked at the two of them nervously and could not help but breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was no conflict.
He quickly ran to Jing Salamander and said, "Mom!"
She didn't forget that the Frightened Salamander was still seriously injured and should not move around!
He felt Yan'er holding his hand and let her pull him slowly to sit down at the stone table beside the courtyard.
He glanced at the clothes drying rack set up in the courtyard, sighed and said softly: "Are you tired?"
Hearing this, Yan'er immediately knew what Jing Salamander meant and shook his head decisively, "It's not tiring, this is what Yan'er has to do. At first, Uncle Ze didn't let Yan'er do it, but Yan'er can do it.
Not tired at all!”
Jingli pursed her lips and gently put her hand on the little girl's head, but suddenly her eyes narrowed and she looked at Zheng Ze's figure.
