Guizhen

Chapter 125 It's finally here
Seeing that her face was blue and her lips were white, Lu Quan couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

Blame him for being hasty.Fifth Younger Sister is a girl, even if she is a bit more courageous than ordinary people, she would never have thought that her father is actually a broken sleeve.

Although it wasn't her real father, but... Lu Quan shook his head and lamented.

Fourth Uncle really committed a crime!

"Brother..." Lu Zhen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice trembled, "Did you see clearly?"

Lu Quan beat his knee hard, "It's very...clear."

There are not many handsome people like fourth uncle in the whole capital, so he will definitely not be wrong.

Lu Zhen took a deep breath, "Keep this matter from grandma and the others."

He said the same thing just now.Fifth Sister didn't hear it?Lu Quan felt a dull pain in his heart.Adults are ignorant, and it is children who suffer.

"Don't worry, I won't say anything."

Lu Zhen nodded and said, "Thank you, brother." She stood up and walked towards the door, taking a deep breath, "I'm going to talk to grandma."

The tone was brisk, as if it wasn't her who was hit hard just now.

Lu Quan was dumbfounded, and watched Lu Zhen lead the snail spirit through the veranda towards Yannian Hall.

Is Fifth Sister okay?
Lu Zhen's heart was in a mess.She never thought that Lu Xuan would be a broken sleeve.

And sooner or later, it happened at this time.It's really worrying.Lu Zhen rubbed her forehead, feeling very headache.

……

Jishan, who described being in a state of distress, raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the tall city gate against the backdrop of the setting sun, hot tears swirled in his eyes.

He finally arrived in Liangzhou City!

Jishan raised his hand to caress the top of the stubble-grown head, and walked towards Chengmen Lang with his clothes full.

At this hour, few people entered the city.Cheng Menlang saw Ji Shan who was busy in the world at a glance.

Although the monk's robe is old, the monk's shoes are also frayed.But the steps are steady and the waist is straight.It's a bit like a monk.Cheng Menlang didn't dare to be negligent, he stepped forward and clenched his fists, "Where did the master come from? Please take out the Lu Yin and give it to me for verification."

Guide?He didn't.

Stopping and stopping along the way, relying on spells and hiring cars and horses to Liangzhou City.It's no different from fleeing famine.It's really sad to think about it.

Jishan took out the token of Prince Liang's Mansion and handed it to Chengmen Lang, "I want to see the prince."

Cheng Menlang looked suspiciously at the token and then at Jishan, a little uncertain about the origin of the monk in front of him.The staff of the palace came out and went in, and they were more or less familiar.Moreover, this red sandalwood token is very old, and it does have the emblem of Prince Liang's Mansion engraved on it.But... Now the tokens of Prince Liang's Mansion are all made of pig iron.

Chengmen Lang thought about it for a while, but decided to escort him to the palace.Go and speak more carefully, if something goes wrong, you shouldn't be implicated.Just as he was about to speak, he saw a group of people galloping towards him.

Jishan heard the guards on the city wall shout to the gatekeeper: "The third son is back on horseback."

The third son he was talking about was Song Meng, the third son of King Liang.In Liangzhou City, people are very familiar with Song Meng.When it comes to the third son, there is no boast.

"Third Young Master is extremely brave."

"The third son is very resourceful."

"Third son..."

And so on, to name a few.

Ji Shanyuan is in the capital, but he is no stranger to Song Meng.In the letters written to him, King Liang showed his preference for Song Meng more than once.

Compared to Song Yan, King Liang obviously preferred Song Meng more.

Ji Shan set up a pergola with his hands, facing the setting sun and looking at Song Meng who was coming on horseback.

The setting sun was like blood, reflected on Song Meng's sweaty, sharp-edged face, highlighting his vigorous and heroic appearance more and more.

His imperial horse ran ahead, with a wanton and arrogant smile on his mouth.At the gate of the city, Song Meng reined in the reins, the horse snorted, circled twice in place and stopped in front of Jishan.The young man looked down at Ji Shan from above.

His gaze is like a falcon, sharp and compelling.

Jishan clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name.

Chengmen Lang handed the token to Song Meng, "This is the master's token."

Song Meng took it carefully for a moment, then hurriedly got off his horse, "I don't know that the master is here, and he is far away. I hope the master will not blame you."

There is a world of difference in attitude compared to just now.

Ji Shan was flattered, "Third Young Master speaks seriously."

The token is older than him.Of course Song Meng knew that Jishan was the old ministry of King Liang who stayed in the capital.Seeing that he was so tired, with a look of worry on his brows, he knew that something went wrong in the capital.This time, he came here to go to the palace.In any case, he had to be polite.In this way, the hearts of the staff in the palace will not be chilled.As for punishment or punishment, that is the father's business.It's not his turn to do it yet.

Song Meng ordered to vacate a horse and help Jishan onto the horse himself.Taking him into the city, a group of people slowly walked towards Prince Liang's mansion.

Ji Shan, who received the courteous reception, secretly observed Song Meng, seeing him with a calm expression, talking and laughing happily.From time to time, he chatted with the common people in common clothes, and he could still take into account the peace and goodness, which didn't make him feel uncomfortable at all.

It must have taken a lot of hard work for the prince to raise such an outstanding son.

However, worth it.

Jishan's admiration for King Liang deepened.Looking at Song Meng in front of him, he unconsciously thought of Song Yan.Comparing the two, Song Yan is not a star.

Song Meng didn't mention a single word and didn't ask how Jishan was doing in the capital, all he talked about was the customs of Liangzhou.Jishan was grateful for this thoughtfulness, and from time to time responded with a smile and a nod or a word or two of innocuous flattery.

Along the way, the two chatted happily.When he arrived at Prince Liang's mansion, Song Meng ordered his servants to take Jishan to the wing room to freshen up.He strode into the study with a whip in his hand, Liang Wang, who was playing with a set of cold jade chess pieces, raised his eyelids and looked at him with a smile, "Going out of town again?"

Song Meng casually threw the whip on the carved camphor wood box full of calligraphy and paintings, "The horse has to be taken out for a run. It's not good to raise a horse like a cricket in a stable."

King Liang laughed haha, put away the chess pieces, and asked seriously: "Did you meet Jishan when you entered the city?"

Song Meng approached King Liang, bent down to meet him face to face, nose to nose, shaking his head mischievously, "Nothing can be hidden from your eyes."

King Liang kicked Song Meng's thigh, "The smell of sweat all over my body is suffocating to death. Go take a shower and change clothes."

Song Meng didn't hide, and let King Liang's boots touch his leg lightly, "No. I want to hear the master tell a story." He sat down on the brocade tree next to King Liang, "He came from the capital , and played against Lu Wu, it must be more interesting than the storyteller." On the way to Prince Liang's mansion, he asked Ming Jishan's identity, and he knew that this person was the eminent monk of Shou'an Temple who stayed in the capital to raise yakshas.The news that King Liang received was only the result, and the process is unknown.And Song Meng was just interested in the process.

The smile on Liang Wang's lips disappeared immediately, and was replaced by an almost stern expression, "Interesting? Do you know that it is Yasha Liu who folded in Lu Wu's hand?"

Song Meng put away his joking expression, "Yasha who was admitted to the Imperial College?"

That is a rare baby.Scholars walk everywhere, but it is hard to find a scholar in the world.

(End of this chapter)