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The only thing Su Hong cared about was that the aura of awe was leaking out, but with the faint light of the stars hiding everything, he didn't care at all. Tingqin's strength was not enough to detect all this.
It is better to be more generous and casual. He is not surprised at all when he is being watched in Marquis Jingwu's Mansion. After such a long time, I am afraid that the eldest lady will also get tired of it.
However, hearing Qin become his maid, he felt at ease. He had never thought that one day, he would become a young prince and have his own maid.
Suddenly looking back, he was filled with emotion, but the corner of his eye kept falling on an eagle in the sky.
This eagle has been hovering over this area since before Tingqin started monitoring it. If he said it wasn't weird, he would be lying. No one else in the Marquis Jingwu Mansion would raise such a weird thing except Tang Xin.
This old man was taught a lesson by me. Instead of watching me, he sent an eagle to watch me. I am not as strong as you, but I am not that bad at dealing with a beast.
A ruthless look appeared in his heart, but he knew that with his own strength, he would not be able to deal with that eagle if he didn't use some means.
How could Tang Xin not expect this?
If I knew Marquis Jingwu's "Fist of Creation", would this beast be killed by me effortlessly?
For a time, Su Hong coveted the martial arts and mysteries learned by his 'father'.
It's a pity that he doesn't know what Marquis Jingwu thinks of him, let alone "The Divine Fist of Creation", he just thinks about it.
"Tingqin, what's your strength?" Su Hong suddenly turned around and asked.
Tingqin pondered for a moment and then said, "Back to the young master, I am at the fifth level of the Imaginary Realm."
Su Hong burst into laughter. The other person looked not much older than him, but he was very powerful. However, he was not jealous. He just said lightly, "I want to go for a walk on the street. You come with me~"
"Yes, young master." Tingqin stood behind him and nodded.
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Kyoto is a place with busy traffic and people coming and going, depicting the scene of a prosperous and powerful nation.
The shouts and noises are endless.
Under the flowing water and green willows, two or three scribes recited poems to each other, and there were also street performers performing handymen to survive. The whole Shang Dynasty looked prosperous.
"It's great to learn and practice from time to time. It's great to have friends from far away..." Su Hong stopped at the door of a private school and listened.
"Young Master, this is the famous 'Shu Tangxuan' in Kyoto. The teachers there are all retired from the Imperial Academy and are quite prestigious among the people. Although the Young Master cannot learn martial arts, I have seen that the Young Master is familiar with it.
Baishu, with the reputation of the Marquis, I have a chance to study in the Imperial College." Tingqin said calmly on the side.
"Oh?" Su Hong narrowed his eyes and said, "You are very observant, but I am not interested in the Imperial College. They are all 'second-generation officials', so it would be boring to go there."
In Su Hong's view, the Imperial College was a place where princes and the sons of princes and ministers were taught. How could these little brats concentrate on studying and make trouble unreasonably? In contrast, something like 'Shu Tangxuan' was more attractive to him.
Although Tingqin didn't understand what a 'second generation official' was, seeing that the young Marquis looked normal and had contempt in his eyes, he thought that this 'second generation official' must be very powerful.
After a pause in her thoughts, Tingqin felt that there was no need to tell the eldest lady about this matter. The young master treated her well. She knew that she was sent to monitor him, but she didn't care at all. This young master was really interesting.
She smiled softly on her face, and at this moment, her brows wrinkled slightly because three people walked in front of her.
"Young Master, these three people are quite famous in Kyoto. They must have bad intentions when they come towards us." Tingqin whispered...
"Huh?" Su Hong was stunned, "Who are they?"
"The one on the far left in green clothes is the second son of the Changsun family, named Changsun Po. The one in the middle is the eldest son of the Changsun family, named Changsun Sheren. The one on the right in white clothes is even more extraordinary. He is a famous figure in Kyoto
The famous general, Qing Fengyu, commands two thousand elite infantry."
Su Hong looked at the three people in front of him. Changsun Po walked arrogantly and arrogantly, as if the world was collapsing and his fist was smashing, and he was full of domineering.
On the other hand, looking at the eldest grandson in the middle, Sheren, he felt that he was gentle and gentle, but Su Hong felt that this person was dangerous. Sacrificing others may not mean sacrificing oneself for others, but rather sacrificing others to achieve one's own self.
As for the other one, I don't know his strength, but how simple can it be to command two thousand elite infantry with one person's strength?
The four great families in Kyoto, the Changsun family, the Zhuge family, the Lin family, and the Qi family, each have their own unique characteristics and can gain a foothold in Kyoto. These four families should not be underestimated.
Unexpectedly, this was the first time he went out on the street, and he would meet the eldest grandson of the four families. Su Hong felt that life was too wonderful, and at this moment, the three of them approached.
"Hmm? Isn't this the Qinqin girl from Jingwuhou Mansion? Why do you have so much leisure time to go shopping today?"
Changsun Po looked at Tingqin and said, but he glanced slightly, and then said, "This must be the young prince who has caused a lot of trouble recently? It is true that a person cannot be judged by his appearance. He is really a scholar-"
He claims to be a scholar, but he is said to be a nerd because he has no ability and only knows how to read.
Su Hong narrowed his eyes. The land of Kyoto was turbulent and undercurrents were surging. Although he didn't like to cause trouble, he didn't need to greet those who came with a smile.
The expression on his face did not change, but he said, "Since the founding of the Great Shang Dynasty, we have respected the style of writing. We, those who read, have a magnanimous heart. We read the books of sages, have gods three feet above our heads, are righteous, and do not associate with demons. I
I smelled a rotten smell just now, it's the 'bad ghost' mentioned in the book, a ghost that specializes in eating bad-hearted people. I wonder if Mr. Changsun could be possessed by a ghost?"
Changsun Po's face changed, becoming angry, but he heard Changsun Sheren speak.
"Oh? It's not like people who read don't talk about "weird power and chaos". Mr. Xiaohou, you always talk about ghosts and monsters. Could it be that you are not reading books by saints and sages, but forbidden books (forbidden books refer to books in the room, novels about ghosts and gods)
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In the Great Shang Dynasty, the crime of spreading banned books was very serious and must be punished. Changsun Sheren's words were intended to give the young marquis in front of him a disgrace.
"Oh?" Su Hong said lightly, with a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth, "The book of sages, three-foot gods, there are gods, and there are ghosts. Isn't that the case? How come the book mentions the eighteen levels of hell? Could it be that you live in hell?
All are gods? So what’s the difference between hell and heaven?”
"Young Master is worthy of being a scholar. Just two sentences can make people speechless. However, although the literary style of the Great Shang Dynasty is prosperous, the general trend of the world still puts warriors first. Should Xiao Hou Ye not be able to deny this?
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"good."
"Since the young Marquis is the son of Marquis Jingwu, he probably has quite a lot of knowledge about martial arts. The Marquis's "Fist of Creation" is extremely powerful. The young Marquis is afraid that he will inherit a few things and neglect others, so I would like to ask for advice.
"Changsun Sheren bowed and expressed his full sincerity.
Tingqin's face changed slightly. Everyone knew that the young Marquis was a scholar and did not understand martial arts, but the eldest grandson Sheren was obviously deliberately making things difficult. She wanted to help the young master, but when she stepped out, she was held back by the young master.
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She was suddenly confused.
"Want to challenge me? Not necessarily, as long as you have the ability to shoot down the eagle I raise."
"Come here, bring the arrows!" Changsun Po had already given the order before Changsun Sheren opened his mouth.
Su Hong's eyes narrowed, a light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately calmed down.