Before dawn the next day, Zhang Ziheng, the envoy from Guangjun, left Licheng. On this mission, he stayed in Licheng for half a year, and it was obvious that he was eager to return home.
There were many civil and military officials from Li County seeing him off, including many important ministers. A few well-known people even wrote poems on the spot to express their feelings of farewell. Not only that, even the prefect's palace sent a team of palace attendants and court officials. The escort brought Zhang Ziheng the last personal reward from the prefect, which fully shows the importance of this Guangjun envoy in the heart of the Lijun prefect.
But no matter what, Zhang Ziheng left after all.
While the civil and military officials inside and outside the court were discussing the farewell gift given by the governor to the envoy from Guangjun, Luo Chuan in the governor's palace had just woken up. During this period of time when he did not need to practice, he had completely found himself. It feels like staying at home when you have just graduated and become an unemployed vagrant in another world. You sleep until you wake up naturally. It seems that as long as you sleep well every day, you can put off any troubles for later.
It was a gloomy day in Licheng. Luo Chuan, who had just woken up and was still a little confused, was surrounded by seven or eight maids washing and dressing under the gaze of the shadow. When everything was ready, he regained a little energy.
Just when he was about to step out, Shadow's words stopped him in place, "The south wind is back."
Luo Chuan waved his hand and signaled all the maids to go out. After the door was closed, he turned to look at the shadow and asked, "Where is he now? Has he brought back... the Sky Spirit Fire?!"
The shadow pointed in the direction of the harem garden and said, "Qianxue took him into the palace early this morning. Now the two of them should be still near the stone platform where the double-footed snow lotus is. Did he bring the Kongming Spiritual Fire? It’s not clear yet.”
"I originally thought I should go to Bingdi Xuelian's place to see how the Liuli Building is being repaired, but this saves me some time," Luo Chuan smiled, opened the door and strode away.
Asking Gao Shixian and other palace attendants to follow them from a distance, Luo Chuan and Shadow walked in front. Soon they arrived at the harem lake. Looking from a distance, they saw that Qianxue and Nanfeng were indeed where Bingdi Xuelian was. They were standing by the stone platform talking. Behind them, the small glazed building that could block the huge lotus flower had been basically completed. It seemed that as long as the supports around the small building were removed, it would be considered complete.
On the huge stone foundation across the road behind Liuli Xiaolou, the rebuilt Tingyu Tower has not yet started again. It is probably that it will have to wait until Liuli Xiaolou is completely completed before it can start again.
Before Luochuan and Nanfeng could reach Nanfeng and Nanfeng, Nanfeng had already closed the folding fan in his hand with a click, then frowned and sighed, looked at Luo Chuan and shook his head.
The smile on Luo Chuan's face did not change. He glanced at Qian Xue again. Then he did not go towards the two of them. Instead, he raised his hand to the old man who was standing in front of the Liuli small building and bowed to him and said, "Forgive me. , Lao Yang."
The old man named Lao Yang has very white skin and a slim body. He is wearing the clothes of a palace minister similar to Dong Yuer. He has two circles of golden moiré patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs, and he looks like he has grown up. A little rich and noble, the old man kowtowed to himself again when Luo Chuan told him not to be polite, and then slowly stood up, "Old slave, thank you, Lord."
Luo Chuan had already arrived in front of the old man, and after taking a careful look at his face, he suddenly said, "I saw you on Licheng Street."
The old man bowed, and his voice was not as sharp as that of Gao Shixian, but with the vicissitudes of an ordinary old man, "At that time, the Lord had just returned from southern Xinjiang, and all the military power in the four directions was in his hands. This old slave still has unfinished business, so for the time being, I was not allowed to return to the palace, but I really wanted to see him, so I secretly went to the street, bowed to the carriage from a distance, and walked away. My lord must have seen the old slave at that time."
Luo Chuan heard the meaning behind his words and couldn't help but feel grateful, "You have worked for him through life and death, Luo Chuan thanks you on his behalf."
Hearing this, the old man immediately knelt down again, lowered his head, and his voice was already choked with sobs, "How can I deserve to be said by my master like this? I have received great kindness from my master, and now I have been forgiven by my master." There is absolutely no way I can repay my kindness, there is absolutely no way I can repay you...!"
Luo Chuan pursed his lips tightly, stepped forward and personally helped the old man up, then gave his forearm a firm squeeze and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. It's so easy to meet each other. We should be happy. Look at us. Talk about useless things," he looked back
Xiang Ying said, "I also copied a copy of Yan's Kung Fu to Lao Yang. Maybe he can achieve enlightenment under this snow lotus and achieve the upper three realms. That would be a great joy."
The shadow nodded. The old man was a little surprised, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just bowed silently.
Luo Chuan said, "You should have seen the things in this small glazed building. There will definitely be many people coming to practice in this small building in the future, but no one can pick it without my order. This is always true." Yang, remember it."
"Old slave, I will obey the Lord's will." The old man bowed and saluted.
"Okay, you can practice here, I'll go talk to them," Luo Chuan took a few steps and turned back to instruct, "By the way, if you have something that you can't take care of here, you can ask Lao Gao or Ying to make arrangements. Just let someone replace you."
The old man bent down again, "Old slave, I understand."
Luo Chuan nodded, and then he and Shadow went to Nanfeng and Qianxue. After Shadow waved his hand to isolate the inside and outside, he bowed his hands to Nanfeng and saluted, "Thank you, Senior Nanfeng, for going back to your hometown for a little matter for this junior." , Senior has been away for a long time this time, so I guess things didn’t go smoothly.”
Nan Feng withdrew his gaze from the old man in front of the Liuli Building, glanced at Luo Chuan, then sighed deeply and nodded, "The Curse of the Inner Demon is indeed a vicious method that the Demon Sect is famous for in the world. I will go back and treat the old man this time." I personally went to ask everything my family could ask, and unexpectedly..." He looked at Luo Chuan's expression and said with some frustration, "None of them have the means to eradicate the curse of the inner demon. That empty ghost spirit fire... there is not even one! Alas!"
Luo Chuan consoled him, "If the inner demon curse was so easy to eradicate, it wouldn't have such a vicious reputation, but..." He smiled and stretched out his hand, "Since Senior Nanfeng has already acquired Kong Mingling. When the fire comes back, why do you still have to joke like this with the juniors?"
"Do you think I would lie to you?!" Nanfeng made an incredulous expression, stared at Luochuan for a while, then curled his lips and said, "It's boring."
"How can you tell?" He asked casually, while inserting the folding fan into the collar of his back, and took out a pure white bottle from his sleeve. The bottle was as small as porcelain and jade, and there was a faint light in it. Moving slowly, like a firefly, it lights up here and there.
"Senior still cares about the life and death of this junior. If you really get nothing, you shouldn't behave like this," Luo Chuan answered more casually. He reached out to take the bottle and felt that his tentacles were warm, as if he was holding a small stove. , "This ethereal spiritual fire...is this just a little bit?"
