Imperial Cultivation

Chu Zhiyuan's footsteps stopped abruptly, and he turned his head to look. Li Hongzhao's smile was as bright as a flower, radiant and moving.

Chu Zhiyuan snorted, "Why bother with empty rumors?"

"Really just rumors?" Li Hongzhao said with a smile, "Maybe they're not rumors?" Chu Zhiyuan frowned and stared at her.

Li Hongzhao said, "That night, I happened to be on the roof drinking and enjoying the moon." Chu Zhiyuan shook his head and said, "In this cold weather, you're still enjoying the moon, truly a fine pastime." Li Hongzhao said, "Life is boring, you always have to find some fun for yourself."

Chu Zhiyuan said lightly, "You're just too idle. Look at those busy people in the city and learn from them."

"Aren't you the same?" Li Hongzhao said unhappily, "They're just unlucky, not born into a good family, so they can only keep busy."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "I'm not the same as you. I've been practicing hard all along. If you're so idle, why not practice your swordsmanship? Your swordsmanship is too poor."

He knew that the advancement of the Phoenix Cry Nine Heavens Art depended on setbacks and磨砺, and苦修 was useless.

He himself was her whetstone, constantly helping her improve.

If he wanted to prevent her from succeeding, it was actually easy, just to speak to her nicely, coax her, not to be her enemy, not to打击 her.

This was his wishful thinking.

So, whenever he had the chance, he would狠狠打击 her, making her feel憋闷 and angry. This kind of anger and憋闷, accumulated over time, would eventually lead to a qualitative change. By then, Li Hongzhao would no longer be as smug as she is now, she wouldn't even be able to cry.

"My swordsmanship is poor?" Li Hongzhao snorted dissatisfiedly, "My Phoenix Sword Art is already superb!"

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Then why not practice other sword techniques, and be inclusive?" "I'm not like you," Li Hongzhao looked at him triumphantly: "Anyway, I did see something that day."

Chu Zhiyuan walked back to the small pavilion, sat down opposite her again, and smiled leisurely: "Tell me, what exactly did you see?"

Li Hongzhao snorted: "The so-called Grandmaster assassination is just虚无乌有."

"If there was no Grandmaster, then who did Mr. Zhu chase after?"

"Just putting on a show."

"...I see." Chu Zhiyuan couldn't help but shake his head.

These two act decisively, but their methods are too crude.

At least find a Grandmaster to come and act out a play, or even have Grandmaster Mo pretend to be an assassin.

With the lightness skill of a Grandmaster, Grandmaster Mo could drink elsewhere, come back at any time, pretend to be an assassin and then go back, without leaving any flaws.

Li Hongzhao snorted: "Wouldn't saying there was an assassin in the Sifang Pavilion be saying that your Great Jing is incompetent?"

Chu Zhiyuan glanced at her sideways.

Li Hongzhao smiled: "They will definitely push the responsibility onto you. Are you just going to obediently accept it and obediently marry that Eighteenth Princess?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled noncommittally: "Then what should I do?"

"Naturally, break their wishful thinking, isn't it too irritating?" "Then how to break it?"

"Do I even need to teach you this?" Li Hongzhao glanced at him: "Expose their deceptive actions."

"Can you testify?" Chu Zhiyuan asked.

Li Hongzhao smiled charmingly: "Perhaps."

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: "But she has indeed ruined her appearance, that can't be faked."

Li Hongzhao snorted: "Seeing her injured and making her face like that, you feel sorry for her? Hehe, Chu Zhiyuan, do you even know how to怜花惜玉?"

She giggled twice, her face full of sarcasm.

Chu Zhiyuan said unhappily: "Whether it's true or false, as long as the injury on her face is real, everyone knows that you don't want our Great Jing and Great Zhen to be allied through marriage, and you can't wait to破坏 it...Could it be that this Grandmaster was sent out by you? Where is Mr. Su?"

Li Hongzhao immediately widened her bright eyes and pointed at Chu Zhiyuan: "You..."

Chu Zhiyuan said: "If there are rumors in the city that they are faking things, then there will be rumors that your Great Meng sent out a Grandmaster to assassinate the princess."

"...Chu Zhiyuan, you are really despicable." "Not as despicable as you."

"But I saw it with my own eyes."

"Eyes can also deceive people, maybe you drank too much and your eyes were blurry." "...滚!"

"Alright, then I'll take my leave."

Chu Zhiyuan smiled, cupped his fist, got up, and strode away. "Bang bang bang bang..."

A series of muffled sounds came from inside the Great Meng Pavilion.

Chu Zhiyuan洞照 to Li Hongzhao was kicking the stone pier he had been sitting on earlier, one foot after another. The stone pier flew into the air, and she kicked it up again and again.

Chu Zhiyuan laughed呵呵.

She was venting her anger on the stone pier, treating the stone pier as himself to kick.

He returned to Listening Waves Courtyard, personally wrote a memorial of self-reproach, but didn't rush to send it up.

When news came from the Sifang Pavilion that the Eighteenth Princess had committed suicide, he asked Bai Ningshuang to help him submit the memorial of self-reproach.

He felt that the remaining matters should be settled. That evening, he took two Phoenix Blood Pills and practiced the Dragon Transformation Art for a while. Then he switched to the Glazed Saber Sutra.

The silver-sheathed long saber could already be drawn halfway, and he could withstand more and more saber intent.

The stronger the saber intent leaked from this saber, the faster his own saber intent became stronger.

What changed along with it were the two small sword gales inside the Heavenly Pool acupoint, which were undergoing a qualitative change.

The sword gales had already been coated with a layer of silver light.

This layer of silver light made the small sword more and more solid, and more and more like a real sword. The faint silver small sword gale was causing more and more damage to the copper building.

But the copper building was too thick and too large, and it would still take a long time to completely destroy it. He was sitting on the榻, when he suddenly turned his head to look out the window.

Zhu Caifu's beautiful face appeared outside the window. She stood prettily next to a peach tree.

The peach blossoms all over the tree complemented her beautiful face.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned, cupped his fist and said, "Mr. Zhu, please come in."

Zhu Caifu flashed and appeared inside the house, curiously looking around his house. Chu Zhiyuan said, "Has something happened?"

"There's trouble!" Zhu Caifu said, "The Great Jing Emperor sent someone to deliver a spirit pill."

Chu Zhiyuan's expression changed slightly: "Can it erase scars?" "It can." Zhu Caifu nodded with a solemn expression. Chu Zhiyuan was indeed extremely clever.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "The scar has already been erased?"

"Your Chief Steward Huang personally brought the spirit pill, and personally watched Miao Zhen服下 the spirit pill." Zhu Caifu said helplessly, "Saying that this is a life-saving spirit pill, after all, Miao Zhen was injured due to suicide."

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Didn't you find an excuse to delay?" "What excuse is there to delay?" Zhu Caifu said, "Originally, I didn't even think it would erase the scar."

She had great confidence in her own strange poison, which she had obtained from a奇遇, and there was no way there could be an antidote.

But it was unexpectedly解药 by this spirit pill, which was really unexpected. "...Who else saw this?"

"Besides Huang Cheng, there was no one else." "...That's good."

Zhu Caifu blinked her eyes, looking at him in confusion: "Could it be that Huang Cheng is your man?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "He is a Grandmaster, how could he be my man? It's okay if皇祖父 knows, it doesn't matter."

Zhu Caifu was even more puzzled.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Don't let anyone else know, including the people around殿下, not even the closest people."

"Miao Zhen's personal maid doesn't even know."

"That's good." Chu Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "The scar must continue to exist." "That's natural." Zhu Caifu said quickly.

Chu Zhiyuan said, "Just pretend that this didn't happen, don't pay attention to it." "But the Great Jing Emperor definitely knows."

"It doesn't matter." Chu Zhiyuan said, "I have already submitted the memorial of self-reproach, and there will be results in the next few days."

"Really doesn't matter?"

"It's not too late to respond if there are variables." Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "As long as the two of us work together, we can break this marriage."

"Hopefully." Zhu Caifu shook her head: "Really doesn't matter?" She was very worried.

This time, she was almost scared to death, and her heart was about to jump out. It was too thrilling and exciting, more exciting than a life-and-death battle.