This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 243 Lu Yuanzhi’s shock
Lu Yuanzhi suddenly became wary.

He quietly hid the ringed hand behind his back and glanced at the "guards" sent by King Yu to protect the mission with his peripheral vision. Seeing that they didn't pay too much attention to him, he was secretly relieved.

"Brother Lu, we are in a hurry, go to the toilet."

Lu Yuanzhi patted Lu Qinian's shoulder.

"Uh."

Lu Qinian was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Go ahead."

Lu Yuanzhi came to the latrine pretending to be nonchalant.

He looked around and found no one else, and then he felt relieved.

Then he stared at the ring on his left hand with a solemn expression, frowning and whispered:
"What are you calling me for?"

This ring is his contact tool with Hongyun Lao Dao, so naturally it cannot be discovered.

Hongyun stayed in Beijing for a few days. After going to Peiyinlang Yamen, he went to the Kewu Department and talked with the Imperial Master for a few days. After leaving the Kewu Department, he realized that he had not contacted Lu Yuanzhi.

So as soon as he got off the stairs of the observatory, he hurriedly contacted Lu Yuanzhi.

"Lu Fengpei, everything you told me has been taken care of."

Lu Yuan was slightly relieved when he heard that the old man had just finished the matter and complained:

"It wouldn't have taken you five days to get to the capital if you were just galloping away."

According to Lu Yuanzhi's opinion, it would be normal for a normal person to ride from Hangzhou to the capital in about five days. This old man is obviously not an ordinary person, so why is he still just like an ordinary person?

He must have been lazy on the road.

"Why did Lu Fengpei say this?"

The ring flashed with light, and the old Taoist said with a somewhat dissatisfied tone: "A poor Taoist still rides a horse from Hangzhou to the capital?"

"Did you walk back?"

Lu Yuan was taken aback.

"Of course, my Taoist master's technique of shrinking into an inch is quite good. It only took one day to reach the capital from Hangzhou."

When the old Taoist said this, his tone was quite proud.

"Then why did you get things done at this time?"

When Lu Yuanzhi heard this, his tone became unkind.

Damn it, this old man doesn’t look like such an unreliable person...

"Who said that? As soon as the old man arrived in the capital, he stopped the young minister of the dynasty outside the imperial city, told the matter, took a short rest, and went to Peiyinlang Yamen early the next morning to find Ji Xuanfu and tell him."

The old Taoist was a little unhappy with Lu Yuanzhi's doubts about him.

"I see, I blamed you wrongly, I'm sorry."

Lu Yuanzhi naturally expressed his apology for wrongly blaming the old man.

"Uh."

Lu Yuanzhi apologized so generously, which made the old man feel a little embarrassed.

"The old Taoist doesn't blame Lu Fengpei."

Hongyun's tone sounded a little embarrassed, but he was silent for a while and continued:
"It's just that after notifying them, the old man went to Kewusi's place to sit and have a drink with the senior national master for a few days."

"Oh." Lu Yuanzhi selectively ignored what the old man said and asked:

"What didn't they say to you after you told them?"

Lu Yuanzhi looked around and saw no suspicious personnel, then continued to listen to the old man.

"They didn't seem to say much. It's just that your uncle doesn't look like a real uncle. He had a bad attitude when he heard the news about you."

The old man answered truthfully.

Hearing this, the corners of Lu Yuanzhi's mouth twitched slightly. His relationship with his uncle, well, was actually not bad.

"It's all normal."

Lu Yuanzhi said casually, obviously not wanting to say anything more about this matter.

"By the way, Lu Fengpei, are you okay now? The old man came out of Peiyinlang Yamen that day and heard that there was a war in Hangzhou."

"It's okay. Our mission is all in Prince Yu's palace, and Prince Yu specially sent guards to protect us."

Lu Yuanzhi was still perfunctory.

Lu Yuanzhi didn't dare to talk nonsense about the situation here. He still hadn't figured out what King Yu meant to the mission. Did he really want the safety of the mission princess when the war was about to begin, or was he imprisoned in the name of protection...

It's hard to say.

Lu Yuanzhi was also afraid that his casual words would have a chain reaction.

Not in the capital, this is other people's territory, and everything must be done with caution.

"You should put your own safety first in everything."

The old Taoist's concerned voice reached Lu Yuanzhi's ears.

Hearing the old Taoist voice, Lu Yuanzhi felt something was wrong in his heart.

But I can't figure out what went wrong.

"Are you sure Ji Gong didn't say anything?"

Lu Yuanzhi's voice was solemn.

"Lu Fengpei, this kind of thing concerns my Taoist saint, how dare the Taoist make a joke, and even if Lord Ji has any ideas, he probably won't tell the poor Taoist..."

The veteran's voice was serious.

Lu Yuanzhi nodded slowly after hearing what the old man said.

Hongyun's words are correct.

With Ji Gong's temper, if he really had his own thoughts, he would never reveal them to the old Taoist.

But what's wrong?
Lu Yuanzhi frowned tightly.

"Old Taoist is really worried about my little friend's safety. How about I go to Hangzhou to protect Xiaoyou? Anyway, I have already reached the perfect level of shrinking the ground into an inch..."

The worried voice of the old man came.

In the past few days of drinking with the Imperial Master, the Imperial Master's intention was made very clear. The matter still had to be dealt with by Lu Yuanzhi. Therefore, in the heart of the old Taoist, if he wanted to find the Holy Son of his own Taoist sect, he must protect Lu Yuanzhi's safety. .

Hearing what the old man said, Lu Yuanzhi was about to refuse, but suddenly an idea flashed, and he seemed to have thought of something, and his face became extremely solemn.

There was a faint tremor in his voice.

"Old Taoist, you said that with your footwork and your ability to shrink the ground into an inch, it only took one day to reach the capital?"

Lu Yuanzhi tried to take a deep breath to calm down.

"of course."

The old Taoist voice was extremely proud.

"You just said that after you arrived in the capital, when you came out of Pei Yinlang's Yamen, you heard someone on the street shouting about the war in Hangzhou?"

Lu Yuanzhi's voice was extremely solemn.

"Of course, it's a fast horse, and it's eight hundred miles away."

The old Taoist also noticed something was wrong with the tone in Lu Yuanzhi's mouth, and frowned and said to Lu Yuanzhi.

"That is to say, it took you two days from Hangzhou to hearing the news of the eight hundred miles emergency."

Lu Yuanzhi swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Yes."

The old Taoist himself was not stupid. When he heard Lu Yuanzhi ask this question, he noticed something was wrong.

But he couldn't feel what was wrong specifically.

Hearing the old Taoist voice, Lu Yuanzhi suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

The forehead was also covered with Han beads at this moment.

It seemed as if some scourge exploded in his heart, creating huge waves.

Lu Yuanzhi remembered it clearly.

It was three days after Lao Dao left that a large army came outside the city.

And Lao Dao actually received urgent news from Eight Hundred Miles in the capital two days after leaving!

The time is wrong!
Lu Yuanzhi's eyes gradually became extremely cautious.

He took a deep breath.

The fastest horse in Dayong today can travel thousands of miles in a day.

It would take two days at the fastest to reach the capital.

In other words, the fastest Lao Dao received the urgent news from Babaili was the fifth day after he set off from Hangzhou.

But why can I receive the news the day after departure?

What kind of truth is contained in this?
"Gudong."

The sound of Lu Yuanzhi swallowing was so clear in this quiet hut.

Just when Lu Yuanzhi wanted to say something more, Lu Qifeng's voice came from outside the door.

"Brother Lu, you're not feeling well yet. Why are you swallowing saliva in the latrine?"

Lu Qifeng's figure had already appeared at the door of the hut, looking at Lu Yuanzhi with suspicion on his face.

Lu Yuanzhi reacted quickly and hid the ring on his middle finger with a thought.

Looking at Lu Qifeng with a normal expression, the corner of his mouth twitched and said:
"I just had phlegm stuck in my mouth, can't I just spit it out?"

Lu Yuanzhi looked at Lu Qifeng angrily as he walked in and started to unbutton his belt.

Lu Qifeng smiled naively, took out his treasure and began to sow seeds in the urine.

"What should I say? Does the princess have any instructions?" Lu Yuanzhi glanced at Lu Qifeng and asked.

"You ask me about this? Isn't the princess one of your Pei Yinlangs? If anything happens, I will notify you as soon as possible."

Lu Qifeng asked while shaking his hands.

"Uh."

You're right to say that. Lu Yuanzhi was speechless by Lu Qifeng's rhetorical question.

But he didn't dwell too much on this issue. He spat into the urinal:
"I'm going out first, no, I really can't stand the smell."

Lu Yuanzhi walked out of the hut without waiting for Lu Qifeng to speak.

After coming out, he went directly to the place where King Yu had arranged for him to live.

As soon as the door was closed and he sat on the chair, Lu Yuanzhi's eyes became unusually solemn.

What Lu Qifeng said just now made him think about a lot of things.

Yes.

Why did the dignified Princess Dayong and the dignified Princess Taiping stay in Pei Yinlang's yamen for so long.

In the past, Lu Yuanzhi was just a small fish.

He had never thought about these questions.

I've never heard anyone mention it.

But today, he could feel that there was a big net facing Peiyinlang Yamen, or facing him, and it was slowly closing...

Organize your thoughts.

Lu Yuanzhi pulled out a piece of paper from the room.

He solemnly wrote a name on the paper.

King Yu.

Then he wrote a bracket behind King Yu, "Suspected to be a high-grade warrior."

Later, Lu Yuanzhi wrote on the paper: Extinguishing the Martial Formation
Extinguish the martial arts formation.

Lu Yuanzhi's eyes narrowed slightly as he wrote this.

Then, by some strange combination of circumstances, he surrounded King Yu and Xiwu's formation.

Looking at the circle he made, Lu Yuanzhi's thoughts began to spread.

By the way, the rebels outside the city besieged Hangzhou but refused to attack.

Lu Yuanzhi also wrote it, and then he circled the rebels together with what he had written before: King Yu, Xiwu Formation.

Then, Lu Yuanzhi looked at the circle he had made and took a breath of cold air.

He glanced outside the door with extremely serious eyes, picked up the paper and used the air blower to shatter the paper.

After shattering it, he lit the candle and burned the scraps of paper.

Seeing the gradually burning paper scraps, Lu Yuanzhi slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was shocked by the thought he just had.

That was an idea that made his body tremble uncontrollably when he thought about it.

……

Great Yongchao Hall.

At this time, the morning dynasty had just begun.

Jianhong sat on the dragon chair.

He looked at the ministers in the court with cold eyes.

"Have you heard the news about the eight-hundred-mile emergency?"

There was an incomprehensible emotion in Jianhong's voice.

No one dared to speak.

Everyone stood silently.

"I heard it."

Only one person stood up.

This person is Pei Yinlang's commander, Ji Xuan.

At this time, Ji Xuan's face was solemn. Although he had not figured out why the rebels suddenly broke out in Hangzhou, the most important thing at this time was how to deal with this matter.

Dayong has experienced more than 500 years of ups and downs, and it is no longer the prosperous Dayong that was just established.

Can't withstand any big storms.

"Oh? Ji Xuan, what do you think?"

Jianhong saw Ji Xuan standing up with a calm expression on his face.

"I feel that at this moment, we should quickly send troops to Hangzhou to quell the rebellion."

Ji Xuan stood upright. Although his temples were stained with a little white frost, his unparalleled aura was still as strong as before.

"Who wants to go?"

Jianhong did not look at Ji Xuan, but turned his eyes to other ministers in the court.

But the hall was still eerily quiet.

hangzhou...

That's a place no one wants to mention.

King Yu.

That is also someone no one wants to mention.

King Yu and His Majesty are brothers.

They were born to one mother.

There were even rumors that the throne almost fell to King Yu.

But no one can tell what the secret is.

No one can tell what the attitude and situation between His Majesty and King Yu is.

If you really take the lead and have to go to quell the rebellion, what will happen after it is quelled?
Is Your Majesty happy or unhappy? ?

Don't calm down, but it touches His Majesty's brow...

I can't say for sure.

“No one in the civil and military dynasties dared to speak out??”

Jianhong sneered at the military officers and nobles who had their heads lowered one by one.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to go to quell the rebellion."

Ji Xuan was doing his part right now.

He certainly knew what those guys who were rotten to the core were worried about.

Ji Xuan was naturally disdainful of this, and everyone clamored to share the worries of the king and to bring peace to the world.

Haha, when something really happened, I just acted like a coward.

Ji Xuan felt that such people were not worthy of being with him.

Just like it was more than 20 years ago.

Hearing that there were alien coalition forces at the border, no one in the court dared to stand up.

At that time, only Ji Xuan and Wei Wuhou dared to take the lead.

Now Wei Wuhou is lying in the imperial hospital, not knowing whether he is alive or dead.

All that is left is this man who has been blown away by the wind, frost and time.

"Oh?"

Jianhong looked at Ji Xuan calmly and said nothing, just said lightly.

I don't know what is going on in his mind.

"I invite you to fight!"

Ji Xuan still had a tall and straight body, and still had that calm and firm look in his eyes.

"I wonder how many soldiers Ji Qing needs?"

Jianhong was silent for a while, then looked at Ji Xuanwen.

"Ten thousand is enough."

Ji Xuan didn't even frown, his face was still calm.

"There are one hundred thousand rebels!"

Jianhong's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"Ten thousand is enough."

Ji Xuan ignored Jianhong's raised voice and kept his tone calm.

As if talking about a trivial matter.

"it is good!"

Jianhong suddenly laughed.

Just like when he watched Ji Xuan and Wei Wuhou follow the army to the border, the three of them at that time only wanted to serve the country and the people, making the country rich and the people strong.

(End of this chapter)