This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 194 The Sluggish Song Yu

Emperor Jianhong looked at the moonlight by the window.

A trance flashed in his plain eyes.

Many years.

I have been the highest in this world for dozens of years.

I have experienced too many ups and downs in the world, and my state of mind has long been worn down and is not as flying as when I was young.

"Father, I would like to send you my regards."

A child's voice sounded next to his ear, pulling back Jianhong's thoughts.

Jianhong looked down and saw a child about seven or eight years old, wearing purple clothes, looking at him timidly.

"Slave."

Seeing this little son, Jianhong's heart that had been cold for a long time gradually eased.

A fatherly smile hung on his face: "Why aren't you in Qianqing Palace?"

"The queen mother called her children to pay her respects to the royal father. After not seeing the royal father for many days, she will naturally miss her in her heart."

The child clutched the corner of his clothes and still looked at Jianhong timidly.

Seeing the child speak inappropriately age-appropriate words as if reciting a text, Jianhong couldn't help laughing for a while.

"Don't say these words that your mother taught you again, child, you can say whatever you want, there are so many rules."

Jianhong is not a rigid person, he did many absurd things with Jixuan and Wu Zhaoyun when he was young, so he naturally knows that children can't stand so much restraint by nature.

He stretched out his hand, hugged the child into his arms, and asked softly:

"What have you been doing recently? Have you met anything interesting?"

A child is not heavy, and Jianhong is already over half a century old, so it is still easy to pick up this child.

"Fun??"

After the child was picked up by Jianhong, feeling the warmth from his father and the gentle greeting from his father, the trace of fear in his heart disappeared without a trace.

Tilting his head, after thinking about it seriously, he looked into Jianhong's eyes and said:

"Recently, there are rumors in the palace that the young monk fought against the Tianjiao of the capital, so my son asked the storyteller to tell him that he had heard that the young monk fought against Mr. Hai at Qinghe Academy on the third day."

The child still glanced at Jianhong tentatively, and said something weakly.

Seeing the child's submissive expression, Jianhong just smiled gently and motioned for the child to continue talking.

Seeing that the father didn't show any displeasure, the child gradually became bolder.

Speaking of this, the little slave Bling Bling flashed a trace of regret in his eyes and said:

"It is said that the students of Qinghe Academy are the most empathetic to benevolence, righteousness and morality. Storytellers say that the young master of the Hai family is also a rotten scholar. Seeing the young monk coming from afar and conscientiously competing in the capital, he has obviously beaten the arrogant monk from outside to vomit blood. , but I surrendered again..."

Speaking of this, the child was unhappy and said:

"Then my great Yongman capital actually doesn't have a young arrogance who can control the little monk. The storyteller even said that the little god of Ke Wusi has come out. If not, the little monk will have to continue to be arrogant."

"Oh?"

There was a flash of laughter on Jianhong's face, he stretched out his hand and gently scratched the child's nose and said:
"Little slave, do you really think that Young Master Hai of Qinghe Academy lost on purpose?"

"Huh? Isn't it?"

The child pouted with displeasure, buried his head in Jianhong's arms and said coquettishly: "Everyone has seen that the little monk has already been beaten up by Mr. Hai and that rotten man to vomit blood."

"Hehe, how can a practitioner look at it according to common sense."

With a kind smile on Jianhong's face, seeing the obvious displeasure in the child's mouth, Jianhong's heart moved slightly, thinking that Pei Yinlang's people should have already fought the little monk on the stage at this time. Know.

Just when Jianhong was thinking about it, someone outside reported it.

"Greetings to Your Majesty, Your Majesty is ten thousand years old, and King Tang is a thousand years old!"

A big companion dressed as an eunuch respectfully knelt on the ground and bowed to the father and son in the royal study.

"Get up."

Jianhong looked at the big companion in front of him, didn't talk about other things and went straight to the topic, and asked calmly:

"How is the result?"

What Jianhong asked was naturally the result of the ring battle.

The big companion quickly got up and stood on the side in a dignified manner, and said honestly: "Your Majesty, there are six challengers today."

"Oh?"

Jianhong was not in a hurry, but just listened quietly.

"The top five ended in disastrous defeat."

There was no expression on Da Companion's face.

"and then?"

Jianhong asked indifferently.

When the little slave saw his father's majestic appearance in front of others, he shrank into Jianhong's arms in fear.

Only showing a small face, he looked curiously at the big companion who was reporting in front of him.

The companion still respectfully said:
"The sixth person's surname is Lu Yuanzhi, and he is Pei Yinlang's new Fengpei. After taking the stage, he only used two moves to defeat Monk Yingchen."

In just one sentence, the lethality caused was as terrifying as if Lu Yuanzhi single-handedly picked off an entire alien race.

"Ok?"

After Jianhong heard this, his eyes suddenly froze for a moment, then he looked at his big companion uncertainly and asked again: "You said that kid defeated that little monk with two moves?"

two strokes?

Rao Jianhong already knew about the talent of that boy Lu Yuanzhi, and he is also a martial artist who cultivated. His combat power was the most outstanding in all systems, but he never expected that boy to win in two matches.

There are actually some fantasy elements in it.

"Returning to Your Majesty, there are indeed two moves."

With memories on his face, the big companion also showed an unbelievable expression: "At that time, the servant could see clearly from the audience that little Lu Fengpei just bumped into the little monk Yingchen, and then the little monk was knocked into the sky. ..."

Having said that, Da Compan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and continued:

"Afterwards, I saw little Lu Fengpei lightly jumping up to the same height as the little monk and striking out with the saber. In just a short moment, the little monk's Buddhist golden body supernatural power was broken..."

At this point, Daban didn't know what to say.

The little monk's Buddhist school of picking flowers defeats all heroes with one finger, and the golden body of Buddhist school's wheel is invulnerable to all dharma.

Under Xiao Lu Fengpei's confrontation, the waves didn't seem to roll at all. .

"So easy??"

Jianhong glanced suspiciously at the companion he still trusted in front of him.

When Daban heard Jianhong's suspicious tone, his face instantly turned pale with fright, and he immediately fell to his knees:
"Your Majesty, even if this servant has the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard, he will not dare to deceive you!"

What he said was so tragic that he almost cut out his heart and showed it to Jianhong.

The child in Jianhong's arms saw the pitiful expression of his elder companion begging for mercy, and his eight-year-old face showed a trace of embarrassment.

It's so pathetic. . .

Jianhong saw his companion begging for mercy miserably, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

play.

It can be played vigorously.

"okay!"

Jianhong glanced angrily at the big companion who was kneeling on the ground, "Tell me about the specific process."

"Yes."

The companion saw that Jianhong didn't care too much about himself, so he quickly stood up and started to follow Lu Yuanzhi from the appearance to the end of the stage to report to Ji Xuan respectfully and so on...

"This kid is a loyal person."

Jianhong doesn't care whether Lu Yuanzhi wins or loses, what he cares about is whether those people can be used by him.

Those who are obedient and loyal can naturally use it, and those who have two hearts will naturally throw it away early.

Daban is also eloquent, portraying Lu Yuanzhi as a fairy.

After all, he was working in the palace, and he really couldn't survive without some eloquence.

It is said that the child in Jianhong's arms is full of energy, and his eyes are shining brightly. .

"Okay, you go down."

After listening, Jianhong ordered his companion to leave.

"Yes."

The big companion didn't dare to stay any longer, and retreated quickly.

"Come down and walk."

Jianhong glanced at the young son in his arms who had already heard the scene, shook his numb thighs, and gave a warning.

"Okay." The child heard his father let him go to the ground, and jumped off with one leg raised.

It felt warmer in his father's arms, but this frightening threat was not something a child could withstand.

"Father!"

After the child got off the ground, he looked at Jianhong longingly and said:
"Then Lu Yuanzhi is amazing!"

"Oh?"

When Jianhong heard the child say this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and while rubbing his legs that were numb from the child's sitting, he asked:
"Where is it so powerful?"

There was a trace of exam in his tone.

The kid doesn't have so much fancy, and he said with a look of fascination: "Two moves defeated the little monk who had been invincible in the capital for four whole days, and I am proud of Dayong!"

"Ha ha."

Hearing the child's words, Jianhong's originally interested face flashed a trace of disappointment, but when he saw the child's height trying to reach the table dessert on tiptoe, a flash of amazement flashed again.

kid.

"Slave, you have to remember that you can't just judge a person by how powerful he is, but also by how he behaves."

Jianhong sighed and made a point casually.

Of course, he didn't feel that this kid could listen.

"I know."

The little slave nodded quickly, and kept stuffing food into her mouth.

"Okay, you go back first and leave your father alone."

Jianhong waved his hands casually.

"It's the royal father."

When the child heard Jianhong's words, he nodded respectfully, put the unfinished cake into his arms, and followed the palace maid and eunuch out of the imperial study room obediently.

As the child left, Jianhong's face flashed a dangerous light.

"Come on."

"Subordinates are here."

A man in black armor quietly appeared in front of Jianhong and knelt down.

"Get rid of the storyteller in the slave yard, keep your hands and feet clean."

Jianhong looked at the man in black armor expressionlessly.

"Yes."

……

Speaking to the prince, I really dare to say anything.

So what if Confucianism and Taoism are pedantic?
Is that how you can mess around in front of the prince?

The little slave I led actually said the word "corrupt Confucian"...

…………

The next day.

An old monk stood at the gate of the palace.

With a blank face, he wants to go to Beijing to face the saint.

After handing over the customs clearance document to the guard on duty, he waited obediently at the door.

With the same purpose as the old monk's visit to the palace, Lu Yuanzhi's figure appeared at the gate of Ke Wusi at this time.

Looking at the two big stone lions squatting at the door.

A trace of confusion flashed across Lu Yuanzhi's face.

To enter or not to enter? ?

This grandma is really a problem.

Originally, I responded to the national teacher's private chat today, but I have other purposes.

My cousin even asked me to ask for medicine.

To be honest, my old Lu has never begged many people in his life.

Forget it, let's go in, rather than begging for help, my old Lu still wants to know the purpose of the national teacher privately telling me to come.

Lu Yuanzhi arranged his black brocade and white jade attire, and slung around his waist the narrow black knife that the imperial master had refined for him yesterday.

The figure stood tall and straight at the door of Kewusi.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw disciples wearing Kewusi's clothes coming out of the gate.

"Who are you? What are you doing?"

When a disciple in blue saw the black brocade and white jade on Lu Yuanzhi's body, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

Why did Pei Yinlang's people come to our Kewu Division?

"I'm here to find Guo... Song Yu."

Lu Yuanzhi originally wanted to say that he came to see the National Teacher, but when he thought about it carefully, no, he couldn't say that. After saying that, he probably got the answer that the National Teacher had a lot of opportunities every day, and any little Karami could come to see him? ?

What about the trouble?

"Brother Song?"

When the disciple in blue heard Lu Yuanzhi call Senior Brother Song's name, his eyes froze for a moment, and he looked Lu Yuanzhi up and down:

"who are you?"

Lu Yuanzhi clasped his fists with a serious face and said, "I am Pei Yinlang Lu Yuanzhi."

"Lu Yuanzhi??!"

When the man heard Lu Yuanzhi's self-reporting, his face was stunned and then he became shocked, and shouted loudly: "You are the little Lu Fengpei who defeated Yingchen with two moves on Xuanwu Street yesterday?!"

Obviously, Lu Yuanzhi's reputation has reached a certain level.

At least in the capital, people with a little status already knew Lu Yuanzhi's name.

Little Lu Fengpei?

Lu Yuanyi heard this, then touched his nose in embarrassment, an unnatural smile flashed across his face and said;

"It's down."

Didn't expect that his reputation has spread to even the people in Kewu Division? ?
"Wait a moment, I will report."

Seeing Lu Yuan's response, the blue-clothed disciple quickly replied, and then turned around and went back. .

"Senior Brother Song!!"

The disciple in blue trotted all the way and came directly to the seventh floor of Tingyunxuan.

The seventh floor of Tingyunxuan is Song Yu's office.

At this time, Song Yu was sitting on his chair with dark circles under his eyes.

"From now on, whoever goes to sweep the floor of the Kewu Division's prison will be the eggplant!"

Obviously, he just got out of punishment.

He had just rested for a while, before his buttocks were warmed up, he heard someone rushing to report.

"what's up?"

A trace of impatience flashed across Song Yu's face.

The status of direct disciples like Song Yu in Kewu Division is second only to the national teacher.

The disciple in blue came up quietly, saw the impatience on Song Yu's face, and said cautiously: "There is someone looking for you at the door, do you want to meet?"

"No one sees!"

Song Yu glared at the blue-clothed disciple angrily: "You really don't have any vision at all. Didn't you see that I just came out after being punished? At least let me rest!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and said that it would not work even if the emperor came.

"Okay, then I'll go tell little Lu Fengpei that you're not here."

The disciple in blue bowed his head respectfully to show that he knew.

"Wait a minute! Who are you talking about??"

Song Yu was taken aback, and hurriedly turned to look at the blue-clothed disciple.

"Little Lu Fengpei, Pei Yinlang's Fengpei, Lu Yuanzhi, the one who defeated the little monk from the west in two moves on Xuanwu Street yesterday."

The disciple in blue looked fascinated.

"No, I was only punished for one day. Why does it feel like a year has passed?? What did I miss??"

Song Yu looked dull. . .

(End of this chapter)