Song Mingyue

Chapter 137

Zhao Hao returned to the mansion, and under Li Hong's leadership, he came to the place where the servants were staying. He saw Liang Lie and others lying on the bed moaning endlessly.

Especially Liang Lie, one arm was drooped and both legs were broken. Although the injuries were not fatal, but in this era, if Zhao Hao had no life-saving treatment, Liang Lie could only spend the rest of his life on the sickbed.

With a shake of his hand, he took out a bottle of Jinchuang Pill and a bottle of Xiaoquan Pill and handed them to Li Hong, asking him to take medicine for all the injured one by one, and secretly performed five life healing techniques on Liang Lie, and finally Liang Lie recovered got angry.

The housekeeper of Yan Wangfu personally led more than [-] people to follow and move their hands, leaving a word before leaving.

"According to King Yan's words, the clan's children, dare not follow the Zong Zhenghui. If the young master insists on going his own way, such things will continue."

Zongzhenghui will never allow unruly clan disciples, otherwise other clan disciples may follow suit, making Zongzhenghui completely lose its binding force.

Zhao Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind full of thoughts.

This Great Song Dynasty is really corrupt to the extreme.The emperor was drunk, dreamed and died, and the royal family not only oppressed and deprived the people, but even the inside of the clan was extremely dark. The civil servants had high positions and powers but did not want to serve the country. , Desolate in training, this prosperous age of cooking oil with fire, will sooner or later be trampled to pieces by the Hulu in the north.

He is just a son of the clan who has passed the Seventh Clothes, but the dignified prince personally sent someone to teach him a lesson. It can be seen how depraved this official brother has become?
But what is he doing now?

He turned around and asked, "What do you guys think?"

Before the words were finished, Lu Zhishen answered first: "Who cares about King Yan, call him back first!"

Wu Song didn't answer, but drew out his long knife with a swish, expressing his attitude.

Fang Baihua also drew his saber and said with a sneer, "Master is right, let's fight first!"

"Wait a minute!"

A delicate voice came, and everyone turned their heads, only to see Liang Hongyu striding forward.

Yesterday, Xiao Cuixiang successfully seduced Zhao Ji, and Zhao Ji expressed interest in Liang Hongyu again. Zhao Hao didn't want this historically famous heroine to be included in Zhao Ji's harem, so he took her out of the lowly status, and ordered her mansion to be with Liang Hongyu. As Fang Baihua's companion, she has only been in the mansion for half a day, but everyone knows her skills and respects her very much.

"My son first entered Bianliang, and he worked hard to win the trust and favor of the officials. The king of Yan is the younger brother of the officials. If he directly conflicts with him, he may become the enemy of the entire clan. , fearing that the young master will waste all his previous efforts... This slave girl also asks the young master to think twice, and don't fight for a moment!"

Liang Hongyu's voice was not loud, but her words were sonorous and forceful, making everyone bow their heads and meditate.

Liang Hongyu is right, no matter how favored Zhao Hao is, he is new here, and he is only a clan other than Qifu, and King Yan is Zhao Ji's younger brother after all. I am afraid that all the efforts made in the past will be wasted, and the gains outweigh the losses.

"A gentleman takes revenge not necessarily as a gentleman, but as a villain."

Just as Zhao Haozheng was hesitating, a high-pitched voice sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

Zhao Hao turned his head slowly, revealing a look of doubt.

You must quit... Daoist Aoki!
Maybe it was because the castration stimulated him too much, and the failure of Fang La's uprising made him even more disheartened. Along the way, this wretched Daoist Aoki has been extremely low-key, hidden among the slaves, and never mixed with Zhao Hao's actions made Zhao Hao almost forget the existence of this person.

As a man, without that thing, it's like losing his lifeblood. Zhao Hao naturally understands his feelings, but he always has a feeling of disgust for this person, so he doesn't bother to pay attention to it.

Moreover, he asked Fang Qifo at the beginning, what is the use of keeping this person by his side, Fang Qifo replied, "This person is shameless enough, and he is extremely tolerant. My son may use it when he comes to Beijing."

It's just that Zhao Hao never felt that this guy with low intelligence and military strength could be of any help to him.

"Master, if you want to achieve great things, why should you stick to the small things? Why can't you be the king of Yan, and the steward of King Yan's mansion? You can't do anything with a clear gun, but you can also use cold arrows. As long as you deal with it properly, even if the king of Yan knows it was done by you, but suffers." If there is no evidence, what can we do? If the young master fights openly, the opposite will happen, but if he does not fight, the enemy will think that the young master is easy to bully, fearing that he will gain an inch and press every step of the way. Therefore, the young master should not fight openly, but must not give up fighting secretly, otherwise There will never be peace!"

Although this guy has become an eunuch, he speaks in a straight line at this time, if the long beard on his face has not been removed, and he has a voice of a male duck, he would be a bit fairy-like appearance.

Zhao Hao pondered for a while, nodded and said: "The Taoist priest is right, I'll go back to the hall first, so we can discuss it."

……

Shenxiao Longevity Palace.

In the main hall, nine rows of red candles were lit, the candles flickered, the light smoke fluttered and curled up, and there was a crisp sound from time to time, reflecting the silence of the empty main hall.

In the center of the main hall is an eight-foot-high three-legged gossip furnace with a cover... the upper part is hollowed out according to the image of the gossip, and a faint white smoke continues to flow out from the hollow.

I saw a middle-aged Taoist priest in his 40s, wearing gossip purple ribbon fairy clothes, holding a dust whisk, sitting cross-legged on a purple futon; beside him, a Taoist priest in his 20s, dressed in the same clothes as the middle-aged Taoist priest. Almost sitting cross-legged, it was Wang Wenqing.

The middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly opened his eyes slightly, and asked Wang Wenqing, "Master Zhao, are you sure you want to help Mr. Zhao? This person has no roots, what's the use of helping him?"

Wang Wenqing's eyes showed an awe-inspiring look: "The civil and military men of the whole dynasty are either flatterers or people with vain names. I hate them very much. Only Mr. Zhao is kind-hearted and wise. I expect him to have a bright future. And it is true that there is a strange skill in the body... It is easy to do, and I hope that senior brother will not refuse."

The middle-aged Taoist closed his eyes again, and sighed slightly: "Okay, brother, I have a hunch that the opportunity to become a fairy is not far away. The faction of Shenxiao is all on the younger brother, so let's just listen to the younger brother."

That middle-aged Taoist priest was none other than Lin Lingsu, who almost wiped out the Buddhist heritage of the entire Central Plains, the great master of the Shenxiao School, who was given the title of Mr. Tongzhen Daling by Zhao Ji, plus the title of Mr. Yuanmiao, and the title of Jinmen Yuke.

Outside the gate, footsteps were heard, the two of them stopped talking, their eyes were slightly closed, and their expressions were solemn. In the smog, they were like gods descending to earth.

Zhao Ji, who was also wearing a Taoist robe, asked Liang Shicheng and others to wait outside, and the sleeve robe fluttered in, which also had a bit of a sense of immortality.

Seeing Zhao Ji coming, the two of them just greeted with Taoist etiquette without much humility.

Zhao Ji sat down slowly on the futon in the middle, and was just about to meditate, but saw the two smiling at him together, unknowingly full of surprise, and asked: "The two gentlemen seem to have something to say to me. explain?"

Both of them saluted together: "Congratulations to the official family, congratulations to the official family!"

Zhao Ji became more and more puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, and asked, "Where does the joy come from?"

Lin Lingsu said with a smile: "The minister and the younger brother have made calculations many times, and the official family has been protected by the body protector. From now on, all diseases will not invade, and disasters will never be near."

Zhao Ji was overjoyed, but he couldn't believe it, and asked, "Where is the Guardian God?"

Wang Wenqing smiled slightly and said: "Zhao Hao, the son of the clan, was originally Marshal Wen, the guardian deity in the sky, who is in charge of suppressing evil and eliminating evil, and avoiding disasters. It can keep the official family free from disease and pain, and seek good luck and avoid evil."

Zhao Ji was dumbfounded when he heard this, and his face was full of disbelief. If these words were not spoken by the two immortals, someone else would have pulled them out and killed them. After a long time, Zhao Ji asked in surprise: "Is this true?"

Wang Wenqing said indifferently: "Tomorrow, the officials can declare Mr. Zhao to enter the palace, and order him to treat diseases and relieve pain for the officials. If there is no miraculous effect, it will be regarded as false, and I am willing to accept the crime."

Seeing that Wang Wenqing was so sure, Zhao Ji already believed it in his heart, and most importantly, he subconsciously hoped that what Wang Wenqing said was true.

……

Inside Yanwang Mansion.

Yan Wang Zhao Yu was walking his horse in the back garden.

Song Dynasty lacked horse farms, Youyun Sixteen Prefectures were in the hands of Liao people, and the Hetao area with fertile water and grass was in the hands of Xixia people, so there has been a shortage of horses for more than 100 years.The decline of Xixia in recent years, coupled with the victory of the Western Army against the Xixia people last year, the control of Shima is not so tight, but it is still difficult to buy a real BMW.

The steed under Zhao Yu's crotch was eight feet high, snow-white without a single hair, and nicknamed Xuehuacong. It was purchased by Jinkang County King Zhao Xiaoqian with a lot of money and presented to him. Wan's luxury car is so-so, which makes Zhao Yu very happy.

A group of people in green clothes and hats followed on foot, also looking very proud, proud of the Patriarch's strong horse.

Zhao Xiaoqian also rode a big bay red horse more than seven feet high, and accompanied him, chatting along the way.

Zhao Xiaoqian took the reins and smiled at Zhao Yu: "Forgive me, even if Zhao Hao had the guts of a leopard, he would not dare to conflict with Yan Wang's mansion. After so many suppressions, the boy will naturally be convinced, otherwise how will the prestige of the Zongzheng Society be maintained in the future?" go down?"

Then Zhao Yu said with a cold smile: "The ignorant boy dares to compete with Zong Zhenghui. If he is not from the same clan, he would have found a reason to make him unable to gain a foothold in Bianliang."

However, a trace of worry flashed across Zhao Xiaoqian's eyes: "This Zhuzi is very clever, and now the 'Heaven and Earth' is being taken care of by the officials, and the business is booming. I heard that the officials summoned him alone yesterday, so I'm afraid that this Zhuzi is really here. I'm afraid it won't look good if you make trouble at the official's house."

Zhao Yu showed displeasure on his face: "No matter how favored Zhuzi is, he is only out of the Qifu clan. How could my brother from the official family be so unreasonable?"

Zhao Xiaoqian laughed, and stopped dwelling on the matter, but started discussing Ma Jing with Zhao Yu.

At this moment, a house slave rushed over in a hurry and shouted, "His Royal Highness, it's a disaster, a disaster..."

Zhao Yu was startled, and almost fell off his horse. He raised his whip and lashed at the slave: "Damn slave, what's the trouble, such a big fuss?"

There was a bloodstain on the servant's face, and he cried, "The old butler was killed at some point and his body was thrown on the corner of the street. The people in the Imperial City Division were alarmed. Please send someone from the house to check his body."

"what?"

The faces of Zhao Yu and Zhao Xiaoqian changed drastically.

(End of this chapter)