"My poem!"
In front of the gate of the Hou Mansion, Princess Yunle's voice was like trickling spring water, beautiful and sweet, but when it fell in Jiang Xuanlin's ears, it was like the execution flag thrown by the judge before execution.
His eyes were dull, and he stared blankly at everyone who looked at him. Although no one made a sound, he clearly heard a lot of ridicule and sarcasm, which was noisy, blurry, and unbearable.
"What poem, what words, you all want to see my jokes, right?"
Jiang Xuanlin clenched his fists tightly, and the rice paper filled with poems in his hands was deformed and damaged by his grasp. His face gradually became distorted, with veins exposed and blood vessels bulging. He had obviously fallen into madness.
As the legitimate son of Marquis Zhenwu, in front of the public, his proud literary talent was defeated miserably in the hands of a bastard who had never even attended school for a day.
His dignity and pride would not allow such a thing to happen.
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Not accepted!
"Lin'er, stick to your heart!"
A deep shout bloomed like spring thunder, ringing in Jiang Xuanlin's ears. The voice was steady and strong, carrying a power that shook people's hearts and exorcised evil spirits.
"ah"
Jiang Xuanlin screamed softly and suddenly woke up from the state of madness. His mind suddenly returned to clarity. Thinking of the state of his mental breakdown just now, he broke out in cold sweat and soaked his clothes.
"Xuanlin lost his temper, please forgive me, princess!"
As expected of the legitimate son of the Zhenwu Marquis Mansion, Jiang Xuanlin took a deep breath and quickly returned to normal. He bowed and saluted calmly, "The fifteenth brother Wen Bing carved a dragon and held a flower and a beacon. Xuanlin was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself for a while. The princess!"
He was gentle, modest and courteous and said: "Xuanlin has been practicing Confucianism since he was a child, studying classics and history, and governing the country. He wants to be a minister of the country that is beneficial to the court and the people. He has limited attainments in poetry and songs!"
"Young Master Xuanlin is right. Poems, songs, and poems are really trivial compared to governing the country. You are the legitimate son of the Marquis of Zhenwu, so you should be good at learning and using them. You can make more suggestions for me, the Great Zhou Dynasty. Although Jiang Li is a concubine. , but he made many suggestions on the three strategies to control the recklessness, which won the approval of my father. The young marquis should continue to work hard and learn more from Jiang Li, and don’t let his reputation as the Marquis of Zhenwu fall and become a person who is just trying to gain fame!"
Princess Yunle said slowly, and the eight Qilin Guards lifted up the sedan chair and walked towards the Zhenwu Marquis' Mansion. Jiang Shirong, the royal family, and everyone in the Marquis' Mansion quickly followed behind.
Jiang Xuanlin stood there blankly. Princess Yunle's words were like a slap in the face, shattering the last trace of pride and persistence in his heart.
In the end, it was Jiang Xuanyao and several other half-brothers and sisters who tried to comfort him before dragging him back to the house.
Princess Yunle has a distinguished status, so no one is qualified to see her true appearance.
After the carriage entered the palace, Princess Yunle walked directly into the reception hall. Jiang Shirong, his three wives, concubines and other female family members of the Hou family entered the hall to accompany them. Jiang Xuanlin, Jiang Xuanyao and other Zhenwu Hou's heirs could only wait outside the hall.
Princess Yunle came to the Marquis Mansion to convey Emperor Jing's holy words, and also handed out rewards. Female officials filed in carrying gold, silver, brocade and various utensils, and distributed them one by one. There were rewards all over the Zhenwu Marquis Mansion. .
The heirs of Marquis Zhenwu and the entire Hou family waiting outside the hall could see clearly that the value of the reward Jiang Li had just received was even more valuable than the three ladies of the Marquis family.
Especially the white horse Chasing the Wind, which came from Dashi in the Western Regions, is a divine horse that is hard to find.
In the horse farm of the Hou Mansion, only Zhen Wu Hou's black horse can rival it.
After the reception ceremony, Princess Yunle went to take a rest in the house prepared for her by Zhenwuhou Mansion, while the others dispersed.
"Brother Fifteen has ruined Jiang Xuanlin's face this time. I'm afraid the eldest lady won't be able to swallow this breath!"
On the way back, Jiang Xuanxin couldn't hide the worry in his heart as he looked at the female officials following behind him holding Princess Yunle's rewards.
"Princess Yunle is kind to me. She supports me in public today just to put pressure on Jiang Shirong and the Hou family. I can't let her lose face, both emotionally and rationally!"
Jiang Liyun said calmly: "What's more, even if I lose to Jiang Xuanlin on purpose today, will the eldest lady definitely let me go?"
"Brother Fifteen is right, but we must be extremely careful in the future!"
Jiang Xuanxin nodded. He looked at Jiang Li walking beside him. For some reason, as long as he was beside Brother Fifteen, he felt a sense of peace and security from the bottom of his heart.
This kind of feeling and trust was something he had never felt before in this Marquis Mansion, where people were as cold as swords and frost.
"Brother Fifteen protects me, and I will protect Brother Fifteen from now on!"
The young man secretly clenched his fists and touched the eight-style martial arts manual of Juedao hidden in his arms, and his belief became even stronger.
Back at Lanhong Pavilion, Chu Chu was leading the maids in the pavilion to prepare for New Year's Eve.
In previous years, on New Year's Eve, only the master and the servant depended on each other, but this year there were not only Jiang Xuanxin, Yuemei, and Luoxue, but also more than a dozen maids from Jiang Xuanyao's room, which seemed to be prosperous and lively.
There was always a smile on Chuchu's little face.
Such a scene was beyond her wildest dreams.
After Jiang Li returned to Lanhong Pavilion, he walked straight back to the practice room on the first floor, soaked in the Crocodile Jiao Jingyuan Powder, and performed the Amitabha Temple's inheritance - the Yi Jin Marrow Cleansing Kung Fu to strengthen his body.
After practicing for half a month, his physical foundation in the Taiji realm of the fourth realm of martial arts has been firmly established, and he is slowly improving towards the giant of the fifth realm.
When I walked out of the practice room, it was already dark. The huge palace at the foot of the mountain was brightly lit. Thousands of festive red lanterns were hung on all the verandas, roads, and gardens.
Even remote corners with few lights in the past are decorated with lights and colorful decorations, filling the atmosphere with a joyous and festive atmosphere.
The crackling sound of firecrackers also began to sound, the roar continued, and the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the entire Shengjing City.
A majestic cavalry galloped down the horse path of the Hou Mansion, rushed out of the Hou Mansion, and headed towards the palace.
Jiang Li knew that Marquis Zhenwu was among them.
Jiang Shirong was deeply trusted by Emperor Jing. He would go to the palace every New Year's Eve and climb up to the Yuetian Tower with Emperor Jing to enjoy the scene of the prosperous times. This was a great honor.
In Qiluan Pavilion, the night banquet has also begun. Princess Yunle, accompanied by the female family members of the Hou Mansion, spends New Year's Eve and welcomes the New Year.
In the reception room, Jiang Xuanlin, as the only legitimate son of Marquis Zhenwu who stayed in the Marquis Mansion, entertained the royal family members on behalf of his father, exchanging cups and cups in a lively and noisy manner.
The martial arts slaves lit the fireworks, and the brilliant flames rose into the sky and bloomed violently.
It seems to indicate that the glory of the Hou Mansion has reached its peak moment.
"Sir, it's Chinese New Year!"
Chuchu happily ran to Jiang Li and pulled him towards a lobby in the second courtyard.
Three round tables were filled with delicacies and fine wines, and everyone from Lanhong Pavilion gathered together.
Jiang Xuanxin's face was filled with joy. After half a month of cultivation, Yuemei and Luoxue were already able to get out of bed and walk. Sitting in the lobby of Lanhong Pavilion, overlooking the magnificent scenery, their eyes also showed yearning and expectation for future life.
Jiang Li and Chuchu took their seats, and the New Year's Eve banquet at Lanhong Pavilion officially started.
Although Jiang Li has been a man for two generations, he still has the heart of a young man. He drank and chatted happily with Chuchu, Jiang Xuanxin, Yuemei, and Luoxue, temporarily forgetting all his worries.
After the banquet, Jiang Li climbed to the highest point of Lanhong Pavilion and overlooked most of Shengjing City. The cool night breeze blew away most of his drunkenness.
The bloody light shone, and the red dragon-scaled sword hanging on his waist was unsheathed. Jiang Li slashed horizontally with the sword, but he used the sword technique "Heng Lie" that the sergeants of Great Zhou must practice.
I saw him drawing out the sword like an arrow, advancing like a shooting star, raising the sword like a line of fire, and slashing like a collapsing mountain.
The sword technique is unpretentious, concise and bright, but it is also powerful and powerful.
"Total Annihilation!"
The body of the red sword was like a pool of blood, its scales flashing, dancing faster and faster in Jiang Li's hand, almost transforming into a blood dragon with teeth and claws.
At half past midnight, dragons roared and roared in Lanhong Pavilion.
Facing the breeze of the 32nd year of Qianyuan, the blood dragon was about to soar into the sky, straight into the sky, shocking the sky.
"Cut all the injustices in the world, stop the fighting and dance wildly with the dragon scale sword!"
Under the moon, the young man slashed with his sword, his sharp edge was exposed, rolling like a tide, the sword was about to split, destroying everything, as if he wanted to chop the prosperous capital under his feet into pieces!
