"he is……"
The old lady stayed for a moment, her thoughts flying to nowhere, and after a while she said: "Your cousin! The 27-year-old little venerable was the first genius of the Jiang family back then!"
"Where are the people?" Xin Zhuo asked again subconsciously.
Fortunately, the old lady answered this time, and her tone seemed extremely tired: "I don't know. He disappeared after the battle with the Kunxu Demon. He may have died, but the body was not seen and the court refused to acknowledge it!"
What is the battle between Kunxu Demon?
Xin Zhuo was full of doubts, but seeing that the old lady had no intention of speaking, he had to stop and kowtow.
The ancestor worship is over, but the sense of ritual is not yet over.
The old lady grabbed him and walked out of the ancestral temple courtyard step by step, to the atrium corridor, surrounded by a large group of slaves, and went straight to the deepest parts of the courtyards, finally stopping in front of a majestic and magnificent courtyard. .
The gilded door inlaid with white jade was closed and locked, and the three characters "Fengwei Yuan" were clearly written on the plaque.
"This is the residence of the eldest son and grandson of the direct eldest son of the Jiang family. It has not been opened for a long time since your father left. If you are gone, I am afraid you will break the rules and let the boy Yu Guina live in!"
The old lady sighed for a while, then looked back and said: "Open the door!"
The word "open the door" suddenly sounded a little high-spirited.
The oldest steward unlocked the door respectfully and ceremonially, and pushed the door open with a creak.
The architectural style and furnishings in the courtyard are full of solemnity and majesty. They are simple and melancholy, and the layout is huge. Every brick, tile, mountain and pavilion are indescribably solemn and formal.
The old lady led him into the middle gate, and he entered three times in a row, and finally stood in front of a courtyard called "Lanxian Pavilion". There was a main hall and seven side halls, exuding an indescribable atmosphere. Dead and dull.
"This will be your residence from now on!" The old lady finally regained her appearance as a loving grandmother, and patted his head kindly.
The color of the courtyard here was too monotonous and formal, making people feel uncomfortable. Xin Zhuo actually preferred something livelier and warmer, but obviously he couldn't make the decision, so he asked: "Don't you deserve a few beautiful and pleasant maids? Obedient In charge?"
Not far away, outside the gate, there was a large group of beautiful maids and strong servants and housekeepers. Their eyes lit up and they even took a step forward quietly. The maid with a good figure puffed up her proud chest slightly.
The kindness on the old lady's face suddenly disappeared little by little: "How beautiful do you want to be? Tell me?"
Xin Zhuo said seriously and solemnly: "First of all, you must not be too short. Secondly, you must be very beautiful and have a good figure. You must be good at singing and dancing, and proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Finally... the martial arts level must be at least half a step smaller. Grandmaster!"
The excitement and nervousness on the faces of the large group of maids outside also disappeared little by little.
The old lady looked at Xin Zhuo carefully, as if looking at Jiang Yukyu.
Xin Zhuo immediately added a sentence of his own ambition: "Grandma, please rest assured that my grandson has absolutely no other intentions. It's just that he feels that ordinary mediocre people cannot lead his grandson to learn knowledge, be optimistic, and improve steadily, and then... …”
The old lady interrupted and chuckled again: "Grandma will arrange it for you. Do you have any other requirements?"
Xin Zhuo shook his head: "Almost!"
The old lady asked again: "Are you going to the front to meet the guests?"
Xin Zhuo shook his head again, showing a tired look: "No, I'm tired from the journey and I'm very sleepy. I want to take a rest. Let's talk about it tomorrow. Grandma... you've worked hard too!"
He bowed respectfully.
The old lady patted his head again, turned and left.
Then, the dark steward and the maids and servants followed him away, and in an instant he was the only one left in the huge courtyard.
“Creak…”
A dead leaf fell from nowhere, rolling slowly, and the atmosphere of loneliness and desolation suddenly appeared.
The breeze howled all around, giving people a haunted and scary feeling.
Xin Zhuo stayed for a moment, shook his head, and opened the door of the main hall. The main hall was very spacious, with all kinds of desks, counters, bookshelves, candlesticks, and soft beds. However, they were all extremely simple, and the colors were too monotonous, all red and brown.
But someone should clean it from time to time to keep it clean and spotless.
He walked over to the bookcase and sat down, looking outside. He couldn't help but feel condescending and looking in all directions. He put his head on his chin and thought about all the encounters he had experienced when he entered the mansion today. He seemed to be a tool throughout the whole journey. He was filled with the deeds of his ancestors and felt dizzy. .
I wonder where Cui Ying'er and the others have been arranged? I wanted to go out and have a look, but the mansion was too big and the road was too far, so I was too lazy to move.
I looked around again, I was afraid that this would be my nest from now on!
I didn’t know what to do next and I wasn’t hungry.
When I had nothing to do, I opened my carry-on bag and took out "Zhang Buye Hou" and "The Strange Scholar in the Ancient Temple" and put them aside. I was tired of them and didn't want to read them anymore. The decorations outweighed the actual content.
Looking back at the bookshelf, I saw that they were all bamboo slips. I picked up a volume and opened it. I was immediately dizzy by the words without punctuation marks in it. I barely read a few lines, my eyelids were trembling, and I fell asleep on the book without realizing it. .
There can't be anyone assassinating here, right?
In the midst of Mi Mi Lake, someone seems to have come, carrying the fragrant smell of powder, and then stood aside, not knowing what to do.
Too sleepy to care.
…
"Jiuyao Pavilion" in the front yard.
It was very lively at the moment, with dignitaries, princes and nobles drinking and drinking, exchanging cups and cups, and chatting about romantic affairs and officialdom.
Deep in the mansion, in a magnificent pavilion called "Lanqing Courtyard", dozens of maids were bowing and standing in silence. The female steward Liyun held her hands and hurried from a distance, and went straight into the main hall. He saluted and said: "Old lady!"
Mrs. Jiang was sitting cross-legged on the warmer shop, staring at Li Yun with sharp eyes: "Does my grandson know martial arts?"
Li Yun bowed and thought for a moment: "According to the news from the Border Guards, the Crown Prince knew martial arts at first and had good skills, but... his meridians were destroyed by Mr. Dongfang, the Soul Slayer Tai and Princess Shengping!"
Mrs. Jiang's eyes had turned cold: "What happened next?"
Li Yun replied: "Later, he recovered a little bit. His martial arts realm is around the fifth level, and his fighting methods with people in the world are pretty good, but no one can understand what kind of martial arts he uses, or... it's not what he should be in this world. Some martial arts!"
"Oh?" the old lady said coldly, "What do Chanyi and Brother Sheng Ling say?"
Li Yun replied: "Grandmaster Chanyi and Commander Sheng said that they could not understand the prince's martial arts, but the prince's meridians were indeed messed up and his wounds were deep, and it was not like he was studying martial arts. Maybe...as the prince himself said, when he encountered A powerful venerable named Baili Mie Shen forcibly connected his meridians and taught him Qinggong, creating an illusion similar to the fifth level.
When fighting with others, all the paper talismans of the Venerable Heaven and Earth are used! After all, the paper talisman records are condensed with incomprehensible martial arts, and only the sages themselves understand it! "
"I don't know martial arts..."
The old lady looked a little worried, and she was silent for a long time before saying: "His hatred against Dongfang, Mie Ling and Sheng Ping cannot be helped. Looking at his own ability, the direct grandson of the Jiang family cannot be so mediocre!"
"Yes!" Li Yun knelt down and added a few pieces of charcoal to the heater.
The old lady thought for a moment and then asked: "Who is the steward assigned by Fengwei Yuan? Which maids are they?"
Li Yun couldn't help but chuckle and said: "The steward is Sai Qingzhu, the evil Gu saint of Nanli! The maid is the daughter of the annihilating princess of the Louling Kingdom of the Western Regions, the annihilating princess of the Mengyou Kingdom, the annihilating princess of the Tianhu Kingdom and the Beicang Divine Lord. Nu Qingxuan!
All in accordance with the prince's instructions, they are all beautiful, in good shape, and little martial arts masters! He was no more than twenty-five years old, and that is all behind him now. "
The old lady asked: "What is the prince doing?"
Li Yun smiled and said: "The prince is sleeping. He sleeps soundly. He is drooling and talking in his sleep. What are you talking about... I want three pedicure technicians and Thai style. It's not bad for money. I don't know if it's martial arts or some nonsense from the frontier." Wind game.”
The old lady couldn't help laughing: "Can he control those foxy people? Will he be eaten?"
Li Yun finally laughed out loud: "I don't know!"
