"Copy three words today, find someone, I got it!"
"Copy these two words, ask someone, I got it!"
"Nothing, just listening to music, I don't understand, and I'm robbing a girl!"
"Robbing civilian girls!"
"Asking for words, robbing civilian girls!"
"Practice swordsmanship in the mountains, men, do it!"
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Wu Dazhi could read but not much, and he was very good at writing diaries.
Jiang Li closed the sword manual and felt that his sword was too fast that day. It would not be an exaggeration to kill such a scumbag with a thousand cuts.
Fortunately, Wu Dazhi didn't know much about literacy and was very smart.
The characters of the previous dynasty are roughly the same as those of the current dynasty, but the meanings are completely different.
Wu Dazhi obtained the sword manual, but he could not practice it without fully understanding the words on it. He was also afraid that others would steal it, so he picked out the words from the sword manual and looked for people to ask questions.
Piecing things together here and there, I managed to piece together a book of swordsmanship.
But the accuracy is very different.
But even so, Wu Dazhi made many mistakes, but he still developed quite strong sword skills.
And the real Eight Styles of Ultimate Sword are even better.
After Jiang Li wrote down the three styles of Jue Dao, he gave the manual to Jiang Xuanxin. After reading it, the latter also held his forehead and sighed.
Fortunately, Wu Dazhi had practiced the wrong sword technique, otherwise, even if Jiang Li was twice as strong on the snow-capped mountains that day, he would still have to sleep in despair.
In the next few days, Jiang Li has been practicing with great concentration in Lanhong Pavilion.
Practice qi in the morning, boxing and sword practice in the morning, and jump into the Hunyuan Baoding in the afternoon to relax the muscles and cleanse the marrow, and strengthen the body.
In the evening, I taught Chuchu how to swim and play, and the days passed very quickly.
On the early morning of the last day of the lunar calendar in the 31st year of Qianyuan, Jiang Li tempered the first ray of true energy in his body, officially entered the four realms of Qi Meridian Forging, and became a true Qi Meridian cultivator.
"Master Li, I'm here, I'm the maid in the eldest lady's courtyard!"
At dawn that day, four young women wearing white fox fur coats and colorful dresses came outside Lanhong Pavilion.
When the two maids waiting outside the door saw this, they quickly spread the news to Sanjin Courtyard. After Jiang Li agreed, they led Siyun and others into Lanhong Pavilion.
"Master Li, Princess Yunle's carriage will arrive at noon. The eldest lady asked me to inform you and Master Xuanxin to wait in front of the Hou Mansion in advance!"
Siyun and the other four maids put their legs together and bent their knees, bowing their heads slightly in salute. They looked respectful and respectful, which was completely different from the arrogant posture they had a few days ago.
"I know, I'll be there on time!"
Jiang Li was practicing Qi in the courtyard. He nodded and asked Siyun and other maids to leave on their own.
In the past years, whenever there was a festival or important guests came to visit, the eldest lady would also notify him to attend, but she was definitely not as polite and solemn as this time.
He was even given a newly cut crane cloak.
Looking at the crane cloak on the tray, Jiang Li knew that it was not that the eldest lady started to pay attention to him, but that it was for outsiders to see.
The eldest lady He Lou claimed that her family was virtuous and virtuous, and Princess Yunle's visit to Zhenwuhou Mansion was not only related to Jiang Li, but also many royal family members were accompanying her.
The eldest lady naturally wants to save her face.
"Chuchu, wait for me to come back in the courtyard!"
Jiang Li went back to the house to wash up briefly, put on the crane cloak and fur sent by the eldest lady, and walked towards the gate of the Hou Mansion with Jiang Xuanxin.
When the two came outside the door, almost everyone in the Hou Mansion had arrived.
The third wife, six concubines and their sons and daughters, as well as the respectable housekeepers, stewards, maids, and maids from the Marquis' Mansion also arrived.
They stood in an orderly manner according to their status, with solemn and solemn expressions. More than a thousand people gathered in one place, but there was no sound.
The road outside the door is filled with clean water and loess pavement. Sandalwood curls up from the incense table and white smoke lingers.
Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanxin walked to their seats and stood up.
Jiang Shirong has many children. In addition to his sons and daughters who are officials, studying and married, there are still nineteen people who still live in the Hou Mansion.
Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanxin were both sons of concubines, so they stood at the end, and in front were the children of two common wives.
Sensing Jiang Li's appearance, in the queue in front, a cold, hateful and provocative gaze pierced him, but it was Jiang Xuanyao who was standing on crutches with difficulty.
Jiang Li did not respond to Jiang Xuanyao's provocation, but just looked to the front.
Jiang Shirong of the Marquis of Zhenwu Mansion was dressed in a purple official robe and stood like a mountain. He was not angry and powerful, and had an aura that was unfathomable, unbreakable and domineering.
Behind Jiang Shirong stood an elegant, profound, and extraordinary young man.
His appearance and outline are very similar to Jiang Shirong. If his body were not a little thinner, he would be almost the young Marquis of Zhenwu.
Jiang Li recognized this person. He was Jiang Xuanlin, the youngest son of the eldest lady.
This man has practiced Confucianism since he was a child, is erudite and knowledgeable, and is full of economics. From the age of three, Jiang Shirong paid a lot of money to hire famous Confucian masters to teach and train him carefully.
And Jiang Xuanlin lived up to his expectations. He studied hard for fifteen years and finally passed the provincial examination a year ago and obtained the title of Juren. Now he is preparing for the national examination.
However, this person usually lives in seclusion, and his presence in the Hou Mansion is extremely low, far less powerful than Jiang Xuanyao's.
Jiang Li recognized Jiang Xuanlin because Jiang Xuanlin was one of the witnesses who testified on the spot that his mother had stolen the eldest lady's precious jade nine years ago.
Jiang Li looked at Jiang Xuanlin, who was also looking at him, and the two eyes collided in the air.
"Fifteenth brother, you are welcome and safe!"
Jiang Xuanlin smiled modestly and held his hands far away, looking like a humble gentleman and harmless to humans and animals.
"Well, Brother Fourteen!"
Jiang Li also smiled. His expression was calm and natural, as if he had long forgotten the ugly scenes nine years ago.
Suddenly, there was a noise at the street corner, and several female officials in elegant clothes came galloping on tall horses.
"Princess Yunle's sedan chair has arrived at Xuanwen Lane. It will arrive at the Marquis Mansion with just half a stick of incense. Please prepare yourself, Marquis Zhenwu!" The female officials got off their horses and saluted.
"reward!"
Jiang Shirong gave instructions in a calm voice, and a domestic slave came forward to offer gold beads and lead the female officers down to rest.
"Princess Yunle is finally here!"
"This is a man whose limelight is equal to that of the prince!"
Everyone in the Hou Mansion was in high spirits and looked expectantly at the street entrance. Jiang Xuanlin stopped looking at Jiang Li and looked at the direction Princess Yunle came from with bright eyes, a faint glimmer of light in his eyes.
Not long after, another female official came to report: "Princess Yunle has arrived."
At the end of the street, a huge team appeared, with eighty female officers riding white horses at the front.
They were dressed gorgeously, with gauze on their heads, and hairpins decorated with fine East China Sea pearls. Their outer robes were red leather jackets trimmed with gold, horizontal knives hung from their waists, and bows and arrows hung from their saddles. They rode horses side by side. .
Then there are Titian, eunuchs and maids holding umbrellas, with complete etiquette and grandeur.
"Princess Yunle's carriage is here!"
Someone couldn't help but let out a low voice. Jiang Li heard the sound and went away, and saw an eight-carry sedan with gold and copper, a vermilion roof and pearl curtains appearing at the corner of the street.
Eight Qilin guards with deep breaths and electric eyes carried the sedan chair with steady steps. A porcelain bowl filled with water would not leak out even if it was placed on the top of the sedan chair.
"Welcome Princess Yunle!"
Except for Jiang Shirong, everyone in the Hou Mansion knelt down to welcome the arrival of the most favored princess of the Zhou Dynasty, who was most favored by Emperor Jing.
