Since that night of long banquet, Du Fengju would think of Zheng Ji from time to time. _o_m
Thinking of her drunken behavior at the Hairpin Pavilion.
Unfortunately, before he could react, the emperor was assassinated.
So much so that the thought of being drunkenly kissed always lingered in his mind.
Like a thin thread, it was always wrapped around his heart.
It's not uncomfortable, but the sense of presence is too strong and cannot be ignored.
Especially in the dead of night, he would unconsciously reach out to soothe his neck.
It seems that he can still feel the warm touch, with the sweet smell of alcohol and the freshness of pine and bamboo, which seems to envelope his whole person.
He had lived for almost twenty years and had never been treated like this before.
It should be said that no one had ever dared to treat Meng Lang lightly.
But after he returned to Jingzhao from Hedong, he was teased again and again, all from the same person.
Princess Changding, the most favored princess in the dynasty.
He didn't know why Princess Changding did this to him, but he had to say that her behavior had completely attracted his attention.
However, such a person, with his unparalleled appearance, unique calm demeanor, and the nobility of a body full of gold and jade, is destined to be the most eye-catching one in the crowd just by showing up.
Who could not pay attention?
Nowadays, no one can bypass her when it comes to court.
The emperor was assassinated, Shuzhou mutinied, and he led troops to the martial arts pavilion...
So many important things are concentrated on one person, and she is the only one who has such ability.
If he guessed correctly, she must have asked for this entry into the martial arts pavilion.
So, the emperor's assassination was related to the mutiny in Shuzhou, and she was probably secretly involved.
If this were not the case, how could the emperor allow a princess to enter the martial arts pavilion?
He thought for a while and then ordered: "Bring over the invitation letter from Wuge."
When he just returned to Jingzhao, the invitation from Wuge was delivered, but he never looked at it.
Now, the time is almost up.
"Yes, I will go and get it now!" Pei Yanshan replied immediately, thinking: Sure enough, he was not wrong at all! He is indeed the subordinate who understands the young master best!
Du Fengju watched Pei Yanshan walk away, and he was confused: "What kind of happy event is Yanshan doing?"
So happy?
"Sir, I don't know." Wei Yan, who was leaning against the window, replied.
He had been looking out the window and didn't notice Pei Yanshan at all.
However, he thought that Pei Yanshan had always talked to him about the affairs of Hairpin Pavilion that night in the past two days, with a mean tone. He was probably thinking of the young master and Princess Changding at this moment. .bμtν
He could understand Pei Yanshan's thoughts.
The fate between the young master and Princess Changding is indeed a bit strange.
He reluctantly paid attention to Princess Changding and asked: "Sir, you want to see the invitation letter from Wuge. Is it because His Highness Changding is going to enter Wuge?"
Du Fengju laughed and shook his head: "How is that possible? No."
Even if there is no Princess Changding, he will be ready to enter the Wuge soon.
The reason why he entered the martial arts pavilion was just for his adoptive father.
Judging from various signs, there must be clues about the adoptive father in Wuge.
However, he was also curious about why Princess Changding wanted to enter the martial arts pavilion.
Is it to give Chang Ding rate a chance to practice, or does she want to go in?
He believed that there would be answers to these in the martial arts pavilion.
Thinking of this, he became more interested in entering the martial arts pavilion and was no longer as resistant as before.
"Oh, that's it." Wei Yan was not as gossipy as Pei Yanshan, so she naturally stopped talking.
At this time, Pei Yanshan had returned with the invitation.
This is what Du Fengju received on the day he returned to Jingzhao, an invitation from the main pavilion of Jingzhao Wuge.
The invitation card with dark lines and dark lines has a gold-plated word "武" in the middle.
What is different from the Hedong Branch Pavilion is that under the gilded "武" character, there are also smaller "Zongge" characters, which are the same.
Like hot stamping.
Wei Yan glanced at the greeting card and said "tsk": "Sure enough, it is still the style of Wuge's coffin. After so many years, Wuge has not changed at all?"
Black and gold, according to Wei Yan, it is exactly the same as the coffin.
Where is the nobility in this? Not bad luck!
Du Fengju and Pei Yanshan have heard his complaints about Wuge countless times and have long been numb.
Pei Yanshan handed the invitation to Du Fengju and said with a smile: "Master Taohua, can't you say something nice? At any rate, this is the invitation from the young master."
The young master is about to enter the Wuge Main Pavilion. Although this invitation is indeed in the shape of a coffin, he cannot say it so straightforwardly.
Du Fengju opened the invitation card while listening to the bickering between the two. @*~~
This is a greeting card inviting him to be the master of Wuge. You can see that every word on it has been carefully considered. It sincerely expresses the hope that he can go to Wuge to be the master, and also makes many promises.
It can be said to be full of sincerity.
"The main pavilion said that as long as I show up for three days every ten days, I will not be ranked among the ten gentlemen, but the treatment will be the same as the ten gentlemen. The rest will be the same as the Hedong branch. The conditions can be raised at will." Du Fengju said.
This greeting card had been kept on the shelf for a long time, but now he opened it for the first time.
The conditions promised by the General Cabinet were very generous, but they were okay, and they were all within his expectations.
Wei Yan was very dissatisfied: "Young Master is not among the ten gentlemen of Wuge? Young Master should be the leader of the ten gentlemen."
Du Fengju said with a smile in his eyes: "The more I talk about it, the more nonsense I get. Neither you nor I can take a single step under those gentlemen. To be able to enter the martial arts pavilion and receive the same treatment as Mr. Ten, this is already a special case. Don't worry about the others."
He only entered Wuge because of his adoptive father, and he didn't really care about Mr. Wuge.
Besides, Mr. Ten of the Jingzhao General Pavilion is either a highly skilled martial artist or a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles in the army.
How does he, a sickly young man, have the qualifications to be listed among the ten gentlemen?
This time, Pei Yanshan did not agree. As a young master, he thought it was more than enough for him to be ranked among the top ten gentlemen.
"Sir, although you have not been able to defeat them, the people you have taught can defeat them! Sir, that's not it."
Sir, a teacher, preaching, imparting knowledge and solving doubts, who said we must defeat them?
The words "Wen Wu is first, Wu Wu is second" seemed to not exist in the eyes of the two of them at this moment.
Du Fengju had long been accustomed to the blind admiration of people around him, and he didn't take it to heart.
He doesn't care whether he is ranked as Mr. Ten, but the treatment is the same as Mr. Ten, which means that the resources he can mobilize are the same as Mr. Ten, which is exactly what he needs.
His eyes fell on the four words "Master Du Duan" on the greeting card and he smiled.
Wuge is far worse than when the uprising father was around. After all this time, we still don’t know who he is. .
