The cause of death of a royal child will be recorded.
Princess Xian went to the capital for a long time. Not only was she not punished for failing to escort the tobacco, but she received a gold book and a gold seal, notifying him to hand over the tax account book of Wuhu in the lower county of Jinling to Zheng Donglin.
Jiang Yan believed that it was Princess Xian who knew who ordered the killer that day and truthfully informed His Majesty. That was why King Jin did not prevent Princess Xian from successfully receiving the title when King Kang gradually became more powerful.
If this is the case, King Jin cannot touch Princess Xian, who is now favored by His Majesty, so he can only attack Mr. Ning.
"I hope King Jin will put national conditions first this time, otherwise..."
Otherwise, Jiang Yan did not explain.
But the sharp look in his eyes was enough to prove his mood at this time.
His original intention of becoming a high official was to be able to protect people like Mr. Ning.
If the King of Jin really takes action, he, the prefect of Jinling and the chief historian of Jiangnan Province, will definitely not be a vegetarian!
…
"Ah owe!"
Ning Wuyan rubbed his nose and sneezed due to the smoke and dust raised by the horse's hooves.
Shen Youchu didn't care to look at the busy scene of traffic outside. He quickly lowered the car curtain and asked with concern: "Master Ning, are you feeling well?"
"No."
Ning Wuyan answered truthfully, but his voice was nasal, which seemed unconvincing.
Shen Youchu gave him an angry look, then raised a corner of the curtain and looked at the carriage ahead, muttering: "Why don't you ask Master Hua to come over and take a look?"
That’s really unnecessary!
Ning Wuyan shook his head repeatedly to show his rejection.
He couldn't say that this was when the Yunxi Gong broke through to the second level when he was practicing this morning.
The upper limit of the first level of Yunxi Gong is to be able to sense the airflow between heaven and earth and control the surge of one's own airflow, which is self-control.
The second level is to control the airflow from the outside world, and the breath holding time can reach nearly a quarter of an hour.
It is easy to control the strength of the external airflow, enter oneself, and integrate with the heaven and earth. It is easy to understand it literally, but it is still quite difficult to operate in practice.
Since he felt that it was troublesome to drain the air upward from the soles of his feet, it was better to breathe directly through his mouth and nose. Anyway, he had mastered the changes in airflow in his body, and it made no difference where he used it as a switch.
But he overestimated his ability to control the outside airflow, and the cooler weather was even more obvious this morning.
As a result, there was too much cold air in the nasal cavity, and it is probably still swollen now.
When Shen Youchu saw that he was resolute, he didn't force it, and instead talked about Ji Jin's lack of companionship.
"Jin'er's grandmother caught a cold last night. She can't leave until her condition improves."
"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Ji."
As a son and daughter of the Ji family, Ji Jin must be filial to his elders. As the most talented woman in Jinling, she is also on the list of government subsidies.
And there are already rumors that in addition to talented men, the countries in the Western Regions also brought many talented women to this competition.
Although the status of ordinary women in the Western Regions is much lower than that of Daxing, the social status of noble women is very high, and even the princesses of some countries can inherit the throne.
Men and women will not compete on the same stage, but they will be included in the overall score to compare winners and losers.
The performance of the talented girls has also become a highlight of this competition.
Shen Youchu moved to the couch where he was sitting and asked in a low voice: "If I can get the top spot during the competition, can Mr. Ning give me a reward?"
Ah...this...
Ning Wuyang felt that based on Shen Youchu's painting skills, it would not be difficult to win the title.
But seeing the look of expectation on her face and not being able to bear her expectations to be disappointed, he knew that her opening her mouth would definitely be a reward, so she nodded lightly.
"Okay, then I hope that Miss Shen can come out on top in the competition so that my reward can be sent out."
Great!
Shen Youchu picked his fingers excitedly, with a happy smile on his face.
Her reward is not a problem for Mr. Ning, but... it may be embarrassing.
But when she thought of her arrival in the capital, her parents would definitely take action if they knew that she was in love with Mr. Ning. However, she was not sure about Mr. Ning's feelings yet, so this reward was a must.
Even if Ning Gongzi's choice is not her in the future, she must at least let her parents know that she is not wishful thinking, but is chasing her own happiness.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak~"
The carriage followed the convoy in front and moved forward slowly and steadily.
Ning Wuyang, who had gotten up early and was on his way, yawned, leaned on the back of the soft couch and closed his eyes to rest.
Shen Youchu, who never liked to be silent, was also a little sleepy, but she was already disrespecting etiquette by riding in the same carriage with Mr. Ning. If she was sleeping in Mr. Ning's carriage again, it would be bad to be seen by outsiders, so she could only grit her teeth and persevere. Li was thinking about what she could do to pass the time so that she could go back to her car to catch up on her sleep after lunch.
She was about to take out the backgammon and ask Mr. Ning to chat with her for a few games.
There was a loud recitation outside.
"The banners of the Han family are all over the Yinshan Mountains, and they will not send back their horses. If I wish to serve the country with this life, there is no need to be born in Yanmen Pass!"
Someone is reading Mr. Ning's poems, and this person's voice is low, and there is quite a sense of pride and ambition in his conversation, which makes people's mood rise and fall involuntarily.
In particular, the person reading the poem was right next to the carriage, and his voice was low but loud, and extremely penetrating.
Ning Wuyan, who was originally sleepy, suddenly woke up.
Is it inappropriate to deliberately read his poems next to his carriage and read them so loudly to attract his attention?
Just as I was thinking this, a dark figure came through the car curtains that blocked the wind and sand.
It can be vaguely seen that he is a tall and burly man, riding on a horse, holding the reins with his left hand, and holding a hammer in his right hand, which reflects a faint copper light in the morning light.
The two looked at each other for a moment through the curtain, and finally the other couldn't help but ask: "Is Ning Shixian in the car?"
"exist."
Ning Wuyang raised the curtains of the car and finally saw the true face of Lushan.
Looking through the curtain, I just thought he was a strong man. When I opened the curtain, I saw that he was indeed a strong man.
Not only that, this strong man was also wearing a yellow shorts with Buddhist prints often worn by warrior monks. He looked like he came from some temple.
"Ning Shixian, I am an outer disciple who practices in Wanfo Mountain. I train my muscles and bones. I am good at using a pair of hammers. I am invulnerable to weapons and weapons. I was driven down the mountain by my master some time ago. As soon as I came down, I heard a child. Reading Ning Shixian's poems arouses a surge of pride and ambition in my heart, and I always want to see Ning Shixian."
Having said this, the strong man rubbed his disheveled hair with the hammer in his hand.
Ning Wuyan saw that his clothes were worn to the balls, and his ribs were almost exposed. Apart from the protruding muscles, his mouth and cheeks were almost sunken, as if he had been hungry for many days. For the pride he mentioned Ambition and new understanding.
Looking at the sincere eyes of this strong man, he felt that whether the other party came for his poems or for his people.
Those who come are guests.
"Brother, if you don't mind, you might as well join my convoy. There are valuable goods that need to be transported at the rear. Please help me take care of them along the way. This way up north, if brother wants to leave, you can leave at any time. If you want to Staying here will ensure that you have enough food and clothing."
