Traveling is not necessarily the protagonist

In the living room, everyone sat in the chairs for a while, and drank a few cups of tea. The adults waited and waited for Duanmu Ling to appear. Compared with Duanmu's high-level officials who can drink tea leisurely, they are early. Unable to hold back, being so completely ignored by Duanmu's family, they began to discuss unscrupulously in the house.

One of the men in dark purple clothes was the only son of the Sikong family, Sikong Xiu.His father passed away due to illness, and he, who was familiar with reading three thousand volumes, recommended himself and became a minister of the Ministry of Rites. At the beginning, the ministers of the imperial court had a deep opinion of him, and they targeted him in various ways, and his subordinates did not think highly of him.Once, an envoy from a neighboring country came to visit and slandered several court ministers at a banquet. When everyone was at a loss what to do with the envoy, he blocked it with a few witty words and fought back, winning His Majesty's favor. Sacred Heart, Baiguan also recognized his strength.Since then, he has won His Majesty's respect, and his status has naturally risen, and he speaks with a little arrogance.

"Where is the head? Why didn't you show up for so long? Is it because you are dissatisfied with the court?" This time, after a long and tiring journey, but no one came to welcome him, Sikong Xiu felt that he was ignored by someone, and his eyes were cold , looking around with a straight face, her tightly pursed lips expressed extreme displeasure.

"Don't dare." A young man sitting on the left replied upon hearing the sound. After a closer look, his appearance was somewhat similar to Duanmu Ling's. This person was Duanmu's cousin——Duanmu Yichen. He nodded politely return gift.

"Hmph, don't you dare?" The man sneered, "The current Yangming Division is so arrogant, he left me waiting here, with such a character, I really don't know how he became the Yangming Division back then?"

"Hmm~" Duanmu Yichen lowered his eyes slightly when he heard the words, his thin bangs blocked his eyes, forming black shadows on his face, a light flashed quickly in his eyes, and the hand hanging by his side unconsciously clenched into a fist .

His silence was acquiesced in the eyes of other officials of the court, among them the man in purple opened his mouth to support him, and his confidence was a little more confident.

"Lord Sikong is really amazing," an old man beside him said meaningfully while stroking his beard, "Those who knew what happened back then knew very little, not to mention that the witness was the current Yangming Division, and now the mountains and rivers are seriously polluted. It has to be doubted..."

"Old Mu, be careful." A steady voice sounded, and Duanmu's grandma Deng put down the teacup. The voice was not too loud, but she could hear it clearly. She said word by word, "How many times?" My lord has never known that the young head doesn't like to hear about the past, if you mention it in front of him, don't blame the old man for not reminding you."

"Oh? Really?" Sikong Xiu squinted over, and his tone was flat as if he was talking about a very ordinary matter, "I would like to know what the high-ranking Lord Yang Mingsi will do after he finds out? You know, Your Majesty is right. I am very disappointed in such a turbulent country today, let us know whether the Yangming Division is as powerful as the legend, or is it just a hypocrite with the title of Yangming Division."

"Are you kidding me!" Duanmu Yichen stood up and roared angrily, noticing that Grandma Duanmu grabbed his hand and shook his head slightly, "Huh," resisting the impulse in his heart, he sat down heavily. When I got down, even the chair shook a few times.

"Lord Sikong, this is not good." The old man leaned sideways and whispered to Sikong Xiu, "Annoying the Duanmu family will be bad for you and me."

"What are you afraid of?" Sikong Xiu returned with an indifferent look, his face was calm, and he was thinking about how to make this matter a big deal, and it would be best to make it known to everyone, so that the people would lose faith in Duanmu Ling , thereby disintegrating.What kind of Yangming Division, chosen by the gods, the person closest to the gods, is only expected by the ignorant people, so there is such a existence.

"It seems that what I said is correct. Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, according to the records, if there is no accident, the incumbent Yangming Division should be Duanmuyi..." Sikong Xiu said, As if he had seen their surprised expressions, especially Duanmu Yichen's increasingly ugly expression, he was in a great mood.

"Hello, Young Master." Suddenly, the guards of Duanmu's family greeted him in unison, interrupting Sikong Xiu's words.

Duanmu Ling nodded, walked in directly, glanced lightly at Sikong Xiu and everyone present, with different expressions, and the chill on his face became even colder.

"I've heard for a long time that Yang Mingsi is a talented person, and the tree is facing the wind. As expected, it's really..." Sikong Xiu stood up and exchanged polite greetings.

"Excuse me for the polite words. I wonder what Sir Sikong is talking about?" Duanmu Ling replied unceremoniously, with a cold and distant tone.

"It's not a big deal. A few days ago, an astrologer looked at the stars at night and found a star that appeared in the southeast without any sign. It was glowing red and full of evil spirit. Its light covered the surrounding stars, which was a bad omen. Your Majesty is very worried about this phenomenon, and I will follow your Majesty's oral order to come and ask Yangming Division what is your opinion?"

"Deducing the destiny is not something I'm good at. There is a saying that 'cause and effect cause and effect cause and cause, good cause and good effect, good effect and good cause, and disgusting and evil effects, and evil effects and evil causes', nothing can be separated from it."

"How do you say that?" Sikong Xiu was momentarily confused by his sudden words. Thinking about it carefully, natural disasters and man-made disasters have continued in recent years, and the people have been displaced. Bloodlines died one after another, and in the end it was impossible to hide it, and the people were panicked.How could it be a causal loop?Everything is just a coincidence.

"I don't know if Lord Sikong really doesn't know, or if he really doesn't know." Duanmuling seemed to see his inner thoughts clearly, and walked a few steps closer to him, lowering his voice so that only two people could hear, "When the late emperor was alive , there is a palace that is forbidden to enter at will, if you want to know the truth about the appearance of the evil star, you can go and see it."

"You want me to disobey the late emperor's last edict?" Sikong Xiu raised his head angrily. He made such a bold move and was found to implicate the Nine Clans.

"Isn't this the answer your lord wants?" Duanmu Ling said calmly, "In order to solve His Majesty's worries, I need your lord to take care."

"Unexpectedly, the famous Yangming Division is nothing more than this." Sikong Xiu snorted coldly, looked sideways at Duanmu Ling, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "I will tell His Majesty the exact words, thank you for your hospitality, excuse me, let's go. "After speaking, he took a group of people and prepared to leave in a mighty way.

"Wait," Duanmu Ling shouted in a low voice, took out a talisman paper from his bosom and handed it over. Seeing this, Sikong Xiu frowned displeasedly, "Save this yellow paper talisman for Master Yang Mingsi to use for himself." Mingsi's few words were bitten very hard, Duanmuling was not angry, and solemnly handed it over to him, whispering in his ear, "My lord, don't worry, the murderous resentment there is very deep, and you must not have a trace of it after midnight." Bloody air, this talisman can save one's life."

"Your Excellency is righteous, maybe it really doesn't need it." At the end, Duanmu Ling pulled back on purpose, but Sikong Xiu held the other end tightly, and said through gritted teeth, "Thank you, Sikong Ming, for your trouble."

They came and went in a hurry, and Duanmu Yichen, who was in charge of receiving them, went out to greet them. Duanmu Ling looked at their backs as they went away, with a slightly lowered eyebrow, and said with a slightly sad face, "Soon, everything will be over."

"Xiao Ling, did something happen?" Deng asked, looking at his restless expression.

"It's okay, it's just some small things, I'll take care of it myself." Duanmu Ling said slowly after regaining his composure.

"That's good," Deng suddenly remembered something, and asked again, "I heard that you brought an outsider back, is there such a thing?"

"Yes, please don't worry, grandma. This person is homeless. I just need someone to help me. He is the most suitable person."

"There are so many outstanding people in our Duanmu family, how could we lose to an outsider?" Deng's face was slightly displeased, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at someone.

"There are some things that don't matter," Duanmuling replied calmly. Seeing that she couldn't ask what his intentions were, Deng sighed helplessly, "Forget it, forget it, it's up to you, you are my only one now." Grandson, be more careful, grandma and I are too old to bear such a thing."

"Yes." Duanmu Ling said gently with downcast eyes.

"Ah Ling, have we finished talking?" The two people who were strolling around in the courtyard saw Duanmu Ling coming out of the living room, and Liu Yingrong trotted over with her skirts in hand.

"En." Duanmu Ling always answered concisely.

"By the way, Ah Ling, just now I asked the kitchen to cook your favorite dishes. It's noon now, let's go there together." This is a rare opportunity that must not be missed. with him.

Duanmu Ling's eyes suddenly shifted to someone, before he could speak, Li Junyu coughed, turned his head to one side, pretending to be contemplative, "You two just go, I won't be a light bulb, it's so bright. "

"Light bulb?" Duanmuling chewed on the meaning of this word repeatedly, without a clue, is it the dialect of that world again?Cast a questioning look on someone.

"You don't need to know this time," Li Junyu pushed his back and waved his hands, "Go, the food won't taste good when it's cold." After finishing speaking, he secretly gave Liu Yingrong a thumbs up and winked. Blinking and mouthing, "Come on."

"I will." Liu Yingrong imitated his posture, nodding her head lightly, slightly opening her mouth.

"Let the people in the kitchen deliver it to you later, don't run around." Duanmuling warned worriedly.

"Yes, yes, yes, I know, I'm not a child." Li Junyu glanced at the corner of his mouth in dissatisfaction, walked back step by step with the back of his head in his arms, turned his head inadvertently, and saw two handsome men and women walking together, his heart rose. I felt a sense of loss, hey, rich people are good.No shortage of money, no shortage of beauties, no worries about food and clothing, he is simply a winner in life, standing at the end of his life early in the morning, he is still struggling at the starting line.

Comparing people to people, it really pissed people off.