In the early morning, the sun shines gently and peacefully among the six counties in the south of the Yangtze River.
Zhang Yuan kowtowed slightly in front of the spiritual tablet, lit three pillars of sandalwood devoutly, and said softly: "Dad, my child is now the bronze mirror master of the Xuanjing Department. Thanks to Mr. Chen's care, the family is doing well. , the third uncle opened a shop, and the second uncle also opened a restaurant. If you know me well, please bless us, and also wish Mr. Chen Xiu a prosperous career."
As he spoke, he held sandalwood in his hand and kowtowed again, a low and hoarse roar sounded outside the door.
If it weren't for the fact that this place was far away from the city and was quite quiet and secluded, it would be difficult for his ears to detect it!
This roar was full of pain, struggle, and prayer.
Zhang Yuan gently pushed the door open and his eyes fell on the deepest part of the alley.
It was a mansion purchased by a traveling businessman many years ago. It was unoccupied and extremely empty.
At this moment, the heavy iron door, which has been trembling with shackles all year round, swayed in the breeze, making a hoarse sound of "creaking".
Zhang Yuan held the machete in his hand, twisting the Baili Yanyun of Xuanjing Division in his hand, and pushed open the iron door very carefully.
In front of the pile of firewood piled with mottled fallen leaves, there was a middle-aged man leaning on a dead tree, with a pale face and black blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
The scales of a black fish were mottled and broken, and there was an extremely ferocious seven-color centipede lingering on its chest. Its skin and flesh were rotten and the smell was extremely fishy.
"Green Gourd Sword Fairy"
"Who are you?" Zhang Yuan swallowed in horror.
When had he ever seen such a terrifying battle?
"Is this friend from the Imperial Court's Xuanjing Department?" With a hoarse voice, the man struggled to get up, his face ferocious and twisted, as if he was in endless pain: "Can I ask you to contact a Jiangnan Mansion official for me? A big shot in the world?"
"It must, it must be something that you can rely on. When the time comes, I will be rich and powerful."
His voice was intermittent, and it was already somewhat difficult to breathe.
Zhang He raised his eyebrows slightly and said softly: "How about our head of the Xuanjing Department of Jiangnan Prefecture? He is a man of justice and loyal to the court."
"King Shura Ming, Chen Xiu? Okay, please ask this friend to contact him for me." The man struggled to speak.
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Chen Qiu gently reined in his horse and jumped down in front of the magnificent mansion.
After all, the Nanchen Wang family is a royal family of the previous dynasty and has the accumulation of dynasties.
The mansion in front of me stretches across a vast area, taking up almost half of the street. The two huge stone lions are quite majestic.
In front of the wrought copper gate hangs a solid gold plaque with a black background and the four characters "Peaceful Marquis Mansion" written on it. It is said that it was written by the late Emperor of the Sui Dynasty.
Aristocratic families have their own rules. Unless they are the most noble people, they will not open the middle door.
When Chen Xiu stepped in front of the door, the middle door slowly opened.
Chen Ce, who was wearing a white fur coat, cupped his hands in an inviting gesture: "Brother Chen Xiuxian, please come."
Patios, courtyards, rockeries, and pavilions with ancient charm all appeared in Chen Xiu's eyes.
"Brother Chen Xiu, please come with me." Chen Ce led Chen Xiu to stop in front of the rather solemn and solemn ancestral hall in the depths.
In addition to being elegant and solemn, it is also extremely luxurious.
"This is the century-old ancestral hall of my Chen family." Chen Ce said with a hint of expectation.
The meaning of the father and the elders is very clear: try their best to win over Chen Xiu, even if it means going to the ancestral hall to offer incense, it is also very good.
In troubled times, those with dragon destiny mean that they have the opportunity to rise.
As long as you don't take the initiative to intervene in the flames of war, you will be safe and worry-free and survive the troubled times, which is basically a certainty.
This is a destiny given by heaven, and it is almost impossible to shake.
Chen Xiu gently twisted three pillars of sandalwood and lit them between the incense burners. Misty clouds of smoke spread out.
"Junior of the Chen family, Chen Xiu. I would like to offer incense to all the ancestors of the Chen family to prove my respect." He spoke in a low voice, bowed slightly while holding three pillars of sandalwood, and then put the sandalwood into the incense burner.
A smile appeared on Chen Ce's face.
At least, Chen Xiu, who was offering incense in the ancestral hall, could be considered half of the Chen clan.
"Brother Chen, let's go. Now, follow me to meet that friend. He definitely wants to meet you." He laughed and led Chen Xiu up the mountain road.
Chen Xiu raised his head and saw the poetic and picturesque pavilions among the clouds in the mountains.
On the top of the mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, there is a rather elegant ancient pavilion, which is extremely elegant and spacious.
When Chen Xiu looked up from the stone steps, he could see two figures overlooking the south of the Yangtze River between the pavilions.
The leader of the young master stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the cloud-filled distance. He was dressed in a bright yellow robe with jade hanging on it. His posture was tall and straight, his face was extremely handsome, and he had an air of nobility.
Behind him, stood a middle-aged man in a purple robe. He was extremely cold and seemed to have endless evil aura lingering around him.
"Brother Chen Xiuxian, this is the new friend I introduce to you." Chen Cetan said with a smile.
The young master turned slightly, looked at Chen Xiu, and laughed loudly: "As expected of Chen Xiu, the famous Shura Ming King who is now famous all over the world. He is indeed a young hero." As he said that, he pointed at himself gently and said with a smile. : "My surname is Yang and my given name is Chen. Do you know me?"
Yang Jian?
Chen Xiu's eyes moved slightly, it was this guy.
The second son of the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty was also a rather complicated existence.
Not only was Te special favored, but also because the prince Yang Zhao died young, the Sui Emperor seemed quite hesitant about whether to deny him the crown prince.
On the one hand, his behavior was too unrestrained, and he not only liked to make friends with strange people from all over the world, but also even colluded with the heretical sects; on the other hand, he was too arrogant and unscrupulous, which made the people today unhappy.
But he is the most suitable person among the princes to be crowned prince.
This is a prince in the true sense of the word, and he exists above all royal relatives.
Chen Xiu chuckled and cupped his hands: "Chen Xiu, the master of the Jiangnan Palace's Xuanjing Department, comes to see His Highness the Crown Prince."
As soon as these words came out, Yang Xian's face instantly became a little more joyful.
To be established as a prince is what he dreams of.
He laughed and said: "Brother Chen Xiuxian, please don't talk in vain. My father has not named me the crown prince yet. You and I should still be called equals, just like we are brothers Chen Ce."
Even though he said so, the smile on his face did not diminish.
Chen Xiu's words really spoke to his heart.
"That's quite rude." Chen Xiu slightly cupped his hands and said softly: "Brother Yang Jian, I don't know what happened that made you leave the capital of God and go to the six counties in the south of the Yangtze River."
The prince's status is still very high, and he rarely leaves the divine capital under normal circumstances.
Nowadays, Yang Jian's appearance in Jiangnan is a strange thing.
"I ran away secretly. I hope Brother Chen Ce can help me find something, which is a treasure from the previous dynasty."
