My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

　　 Qinghua Wenhui, Luo Hong felt that he should pay attention to it.

　　 After all, it took a quota for Hu Zhishui. Now, Hu Zhishui is also the protagonist in his villain's diary.

　　 Now that the target is defined, what Luo Hong will do next is much simpler, as long as it is targeted at Hu Zhishui, it will be much simpler than the previous vague villain.

　　The moon is like frost, cold and arrogant.

　　 shines through the vermilion carved wooden window.

　　 Luo Hong crossed his knees on the pinewood wooden bed, Yuehua shining on him, as if putting a light veil on him.

　　He first followed the "Sword Qi Jue", circling the sword qi, and the pain like a knife cut came from the meridians, making Luo Hong's forehead covered with falling sweat.

too painful!

　　 Luo Hong gritted his teeth and followed the route of the "Sword Qi Jue" for five times, but couldn't hold it.

　　 After a short rest, Luo Hong chose to practice "The Evil Shadow of the Dead".

　　 Compared with "Sword Qi Jue", the operation of "Undead Evil Shadow" is much more comfortable.

　　 With the continuous operation of the exercises, the human evil spirit in Luo Hong's body began to be continuously extracted and compressed into the dantian.

　　Ren Sha was extracted, making the positive yang energy in his body stronger and stronger.

　　Under the shining of the moon, the positive yang energy is like a rainbow, like a living Buddha, shaped like a golden body, faintly glowing.

　　 Luo House, roof.

　　 Steward Chen drifted in the dark with a seat of green shirt.

　　 He carried his hands on his back, his eyes were a bit deep, and his thin face was a bit cold and solemn.

　　'S gaze shifted horizontally and his gaze was sharp. Through the vermilion carved wooden window, he saw Luo Hong sitting on the bed. The coldness on his face dissipated like ice and snow melted, showing a little spoiling emotion.

　　 Looking at the light radiating from Luo Hong's body of positive yang energy and Yue Huahui, Chen can't help but sigh.

　　 "The son's righteousness... is getting stronger and stronger, killing the evil spirits, and it really has a huge boost to the son's mood, this righteousness is not weaker than the eighth-grade Confucianism."

　　 Steward Chen turned to look at Luo Xiaoxiao's courtyard.

　　 "Who is Romeo...cousin?"

　　 Luo Xiaoxiao presented the word "big", kicked off the quilt, lay on the bed, snoring and talking in sleep.

　　 Butler Chen suddenly laughed.

　　 The next moment, his body was teleporting on the roof, like a leaf blown by the wind, and appeared in Luo's small house in the blink of an eye.

　　 Carefully covered Luo Xiaoxiao with a quilt.

　　咻咻咻.

　　 Butler Chen returned to the roof, holding his hands on his back, standing like a cold front.

　　 His kind and gentle eyes gradually became cold.

　　 "With me, Chen Tianxuan, whoever touches the son and the lady, kill!"

　　 The word "kill", as if standing between the heaven and the earth, faintly provokes the heavens to roar.

　　……

　　 The next day.

　　 Luo Hong woke up early.

　　 Today is June 20, the day when the Blue and White Cultural Festival is held.

　　 Luo Hong put on a snow-white brocade suit, with a strand of hair hanging from his forehead, making him look more and more graceful.

　　 entered the main hall, Xiaodouhua was ready for breakfast.

　　 Luo Hong squinted at Xiaodouhua, Xiaodouhua remembered what happened yesterday, his pretty face blushed, and he ran to the kitchen in a panic.

　　 Steward Chen ate the bean curd, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of this scene and almost choked on the bean curd.

　　 The young man now...Is it progressing so fast? !

　　 Luo Xiaoxiao kept his body still asleep, and his heart had begun to yearn for a delicious breakfast, and was carried into the main hall by the maids.

　　 Luo Hong skillfully scooped half of the bean curd in Luo's small bowl into his own bowl, and left her a fritters.

　　 After eating and drinking.

　　 Luo Hong got up and excitedly prepared to leave Luo Mansion.

　　 Zhao Donghan saw this, with a long knife on his waist, with a tiger face, and stepped to keep up.

　　 "Old Zhao, I have important things to do when I go out today. You don't need to follow me, so you can have a good rest."

　　 Luo Hong hurriedly said when he saw that Zhao Donghan was about to follow.

　　 Zhao Donghan was startled, the scar on his face wriggled slightly.

　　 "My son, it's very unsafe lately. Your subordinates should follow suit. If something goes wrong, they can take action in time."

　　 Zhao Donghan Road.

　　 Steward Chen's serious words, he still remembered, so he couldn't care less.

　　 Luo Hong is naturally unwilling, but he painstakingly discourages him.

　　 "Where is the son going today? Give Lao Zhao a true letter..."

　　 Finally, Zhao Donghan didn't insist, but said dumbly.

　　 Luo Hong thought for a while, and reported the address marked on the invitation: "Qinghualou."

　　 When Zhao Donghan heard the words, the scar on his face danced, giving Luo Hong a meaningful look.

　　 "Subordinates understand, son, although you are young, but...you must be temperate."

　　 Zhao Donghan Road.

　　 After speaking, he turned and left.

　　 It turned out that the son was going to the Qinghualou, so it's no wonder he didn't let him follow.

　　 Qinghualou, Anping County's largest place of wind, flowers, snow and moon, famous Goulan place.

　　 The son went to find fun, what did he do with him? !

　　 Luo Hong did not expect Zhao Donghan to turn around so simply.

　　 It's saving, he continues to bother.

　　Leaving Luofu, Zhao Donghan had prepared a carriage for him intimately. After getting into the carriage, the coachman drove Luo Hong to Qinghualou.

　　 After a long time, the carriage passed through several crooked alleys and then stopped in front of the famous Qinghualou in Anping County.

　　 Normally, Qinghualou's popularity is at night, when the lights are on, all kinds of wealthy people will come to Qinghualou to listen to small songs, eat seafood and so on.

　　 However, today’s Qinghualou is also very lively.

　　 A group of scholars wearing Confucian shirts, literati poosers gathered in front of the door, talking and laughing with each other.

　　 Qinghualou is a three-story octagonal pavilion. Even the deep alleys can't conceal her elegance. In Anping County, it is unique and of considerable scale.

　　 However, today’s Qinghualou was reserved by Hu Zhishui, a great philanthropist in Anping County, to hold a cultural meeting.

The Hu Family in Anping County is the home of powerful merchants that have emerged in recent years. Hu Zhishui is also a well-known good man. If he is rich, he is very good. Although Master Hu has no fame, he is very good. Admiring scholars, often hold literary meetings and the like.

　　 Therefore, Master Hu has a good relationship with many scholars, and he is also quite admired by scholars.

　　 When the carriage of Luo Mansion appeared in front of the Qinghualou, many scholars and scholars had their eyes condensed.

　　 They recognized Luo's carriage.

　　 "This is Luofu's carriage?"

　　 "Luofu of Anping County? It is the Luofu where Lord Luohong is located? Is Lord Luohong in the carriage?"

　　 "Master Hu also invited Master Luohong? Wrong~www.ltnovel.com~ Don't Master Luohong never participate in this kind of literary meeting?"

　　 A literati scholar looked at the carriage with surprise.

　　 The carriage stopped, Luo Hong opened the curtain, and a white shirt was like snow.

　　 The somewhat elegantly dressed Luo Hong stepped out of the carriage, looking at Qinghualou with a complicated expression.

　　 Qinghualou, turned out to be the land of Goulan, no wonder Zhao Donghan's eyes are so strange.

　　 The literati around were a little excited, and gathered towards Luo Hong, planning to say hello to Luo Hong. After all, Master Luo Hong’s elegant and easy-going name is not weak for Master Hu in Anping County.

　　 However, just when many literati and sorrows gathered around.

　　 There was a push and shoving from the crowd, and a figure screamed and rushed towards Luo Hong frantically.

　　 "Luo Hong! You thief! Shameless rascal, steal my paper invitation! No good death!"

　　 Jia Sidao's eyes are red, his beard is shaggy, and the look in Luo Hong's eyes is full of hatred.

　　 His uncle Wang was dismissed by Luo Hongkeng, which caused him to lose his support in the yamen, and he was also caught in a large prison and endured several days of imprisonment.

　　 The most important thing is that when he returned home, he found that he had spent a dozen silver dollars to buy the invitation to the Wenhui from the subordinates of the Hu Mansion, but Luo Hong had stolen it!

　　In addition to the shock in prison, he suddenly lost his mind.

　　 He knew that since Luo Hong had taken away his invitation, he was likely to come to this conference today, so he deliberately squatted here early.

　　 If Luo Hong appeared, he would violently expose Luo Hong's stolen posts.

　　 Don’t you love your reputation the most, Lord Luohong?

　　 Then he Jia Sidao will stigmatize your Luo Hong's reputation!