My wife is the sect leader

An Jing turned his head to look, only to see Tan Yun walking in with surprise on his face.

Seeing this scene, Lu Guoyong shook his head helplessly, and said in his heart: "The girl is not allowed to stay."

An Jing pinched Tan Yun's face, "It seems that you have a good life here, and you have become round again."

"Where is it?"

Hearing this, Tan Yun quickly lowered his head and realized that he couldn't even see his toes. He felt a little guilty, "Grandpa, we haven't seen each other for a long, long time. Isn't it normal to get a little fatter? Besides, it's winter now , hoard some meat for the winter."

"Is there? It's only been a month or two."

An Jing thought of something, and asked, "By the way, where is Mr. Zhou?"

Lu Guoyong said: "Xianming has been reading at home recently, Tan Yun, you can take him to see him, the old man will go back to rest."

As he spoke, Lu Guoyong walked towards the house with his back bent.

After seeing grandpa leave, Tan Yun pursed his lips and looked at An Jing with big watery eyes, "Master, did you come to see me on purpose?"

An Jing chuckled, and said: "Of course, this time I came to Yujing City to see you. Many people in the church miss you very much, especially the third master."

Hearing the word 'you', Tan Yun felt a sense of loss in his heart, but he quickly covered it up and said with a smile: "Then let's go and see Mr. Zhou, although he won the first prize, but he has been idle at home."

"Ah."

An Jing nodded, and then walked towards the courtyard behind Tan Yun.

Zhou Xianming didn't take the initiative to attach himself to the imperial family, so the emperor was naturally displeased. He was afraid that there would be another powerful official like Lu Guoyong, and it was quite normal to suppress him at home.

Along the way, I met many servants, all of whom treated Tan Yun respectfully and cautiously.

An Jing smiled and said: "It seems that you are doing well here."

Tan Yun pouted: "I'm still not used to it, especially sometimes I feel uncomfortable."

An Jing comforted: "Just get used to it."

Tan Yun looked at those bright eyes, opened his mouth, but secretly said in his heart: Smelly uncle, bad uncle...

Before they knew it, the two came to the courtyard where Zhou Xianming lived.

At this time, there was a stove burning in the yard, and on top of the stove was a small pot. The snow in the pot had been boiled into boiling water, and a few pears were placed in it. Zhou Xianming squatted down and fanned the wind constantly, fueling the fire.

"Mr. Zhou."

An Jing yelled.

Hearing the voice, Zhou Xianming got up quickly, and was overjoyed when he saw An Jing, "Doctor An, you came at the right time. My pear water will be fried soon. You can try it then."

"It tastes really good."

At this moment, Tan Yun reached out his hand, picked up a pear, put it in his mouth and began to eat it.

"The pears haven't..."

Seeing such a heart-wrenching scene, Zhou Xianming hesitated to speak.

An Jing patted Zhou Xianming on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Zhou, you can be regarded as a talented person, why do you cook snow and fried pears at home every day?"

Zhou Xianming was silent for a long while, and said: "Throughout the ages, many talented people have been depressed, and this is also a common thing."

An Jing raised his brows slightly, "Then you don't plan to show off your ambition?"

Zhou Xianming took a deep breath and said, "Wait, don't rush this matter."

An Jing asked: "Mr. Zhou, what do you think of Tianwaitian?"

Zhou Xianming glanced at An Jing, and immediately understood what he meant, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

He became famous when he was young, and then he traveled around the world, traveled thousands of miles, and read thousands of books. Naturally, he wanted to serve the country and fulfill his lifelong ambitions, but if he were to join the Demon Cult, he would feel somewhat unwilling.

After all, the Devil's Cult is just one sect, and it's just one side of the rivers and lakes.

At this moment, a servant of Lu's mansion hurried over.

"Miss, Princess Anle is here."

Tan Yun ate a mouthful of pears, and raised his brows, "Why is she here?"

Princess Anle! ?

Zhou Xianming heard that he took a look at An Jing, and then continued to fan the fire.

The servants of the Lu Manor said with a bitter face, "I don't even know, the young master and the princess are walking this way."

Just as he was talking, two figures walked over from a distance.

One of them has a stocky figure, a handsome appearance, and a humble and flattering face. It is Lu Jingchun.

The woman next to her is slender, her long hair is draped over her vest, tied gently with a pink ribbon, she is dressed in white clothes like snow, her skin is better than snow, she is incomparably beautiful, her complexion is so beautiful that she cannot be stared at.

Even if the man saw it, he couldn't help but sigh what a beautiful person.

It was also the first time for Zhou Xianming to look at Zhao Xuening up close, and at this moment he was also amazed at his beauty.

"Meet the princess!"

Both An Jing and Zhou Xianming bowed their hands politely, Tan Yun snorted softly, and then looked at his elder brother Lu Jingchun with hatred.

"We meet again."

Zhao Xuening saw An Jing's eyes light up slightly, "It seems that we are really destined."

An Jing chuckled, "Maybe."

At this moment, Tan Yun grabbed An Jing's arm and said, "My uncle, let's drink pear water. I think it's almost cooked."

With that said, Tan Yun scooped up a bowl of pear water and handed it to An Jing.

She could see that An Jing didn't want to talk to that princess, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that this princess had something wrong with her son-in-law.

When Zhou Xianming saw this, there were black lines all over his face, but he didn't take a sip of the pear water...

And Zhao Xuening snorted secretly, then suppressed the throbbing in his heart, looked at Zhou Xianming next to him and said, "Zhuangyuan Lang, I came here today to tell you a piece of good news."

Zhou Xianming was a little surprised when he heard that, "Good news?"

Zhao Xuening took out a transfer order from his bosom and handed it to Zhou Xianming, "Congratulations to Mr. Zhuangyuan Lang on taking up his post in the study. This is the transfer order."

"what!?"

Zhou Xianming was shocked when he heard this, and quickly accepted the transfer order.

An Jing, who was drinking pear water at the side, also looked over. Walking in the study is not a big official position. The most important thing is that he often haunts the palace, and he is next to the emperor, so he is very easy to get promoted.

Lu Jingchun said bitterly: "Xianming, you are about to develop."

Zhou Xianming looked at the transfer order carefully, and then he was overjoyed, but kept calm on his face, "Thank you, Princess, thank you, Your Majesty, Zhou will die after doing his best."

Throughout the ages, walking in the upper study room has been one of the symbols of reuse.

My ambition for many years finally came into play.

Zhao Xuening supported Zhou Xianming's arm, and said with a serious face: "No need to do that, I also hope that the number one scholar can display his talent."

She also read Zhou Xianming's examination paper, and had to say that the person in front of her was definitely a great talent, and he was not the kind of person who talked on paper.

Seeing this, An Jing knew in his heart that Zhou Xianming was already preparing to become an official in the court, and it seemed that joining the Devil's Cult was far away.

However, in his heart, he also felt a little happy for Zhou Xianming. If he could meet the Ming Lord, it would not be in vain to waste all his years of studying hard.

Zhao Xuening looked at An Jing, and said with some reproach: "The last time Mr. An came and went in a hurry, he hadn't had time to see the four sceneries of Yujing City. I wonder if you have time today?"

Before An Jing could speak, Tan Yun said beside him: "Uncle, don't you still want to go to Zhongshan?"

Lu Jingchun also nodded again and again: "Zhongshan is very far away, you should go early."

Zhao Xuening looked at An Jing with a smile, her face remained unchanged, but her teeth were itching with anger.

This Tan Yun is against her everywhere, really hateful, the key point is that this person is Lu Guoyong's granddaughter, not an ordinary woman.

An Jing could only cup his fists helplessly, and said, "I'm really too busy, thank you Princess for your kindness."

"That's a pity."

Zhao Xuening glanced at An Jing resentfully, and said, "When will Mr. An leave, I'll prepare some thin wine tonight as a farewell party for you."

Tan Yun stared at Zhao Xuening, and said vigilantly: "No need, my uncle will stay and drink with my grandfather tonight."

An Jing didn't speak, just smiled apologetically.

Zhao Xuening chuckled, "Okay, I won't bother Mr. An anymore."

After speaking, Zhao Xuening got up and walked out of the courtyard.

Seeing this, Lu Jingchun hurried to catch up.

An Jing looked at Zhou Xianming and sighed, "Mr. Zhou, congratulations, you finally got your wish."

"Yes."

Zhou Xianming looked at the transfer order in his hand, and his joy had become mixed.

Originally, the meaning of watching Renhuang was to not use him for life, but now things have turned around, not only to use him, but also to reuse him.

Although he didn't understand the thoughts of this high-ranking emperor, Zhou Xianming held on tightly to this transfer order.

An Jing heaved a long sigh in his heart, but did not speak.

Somehow, he always feels that the distance between him and Zhou Xianming is getting farther and farther, and maybe the days when they toasted and drank together in the wine shop will never come back.

Tan Yun asked curiously, "Master, when are you leaving?"

"Let's go later."

An Jing pondered for a moment and said.

Zhong Shan is on Donglin Road, the journey is not far, nor is it close, but if something delays on the way, it will be troublesome.

Tan Yun frowned and said, "Are you in such a hurry?"

"Yes, wait until next time when you have time."

An Jing touched Tan Yun's head and smiled lightly.

"Ok."

Tan Yun sighed helplessly when she heard this. Originally, she still had a lot to say to An Jing, but now that she knew that An Jing was going to the Dulu Sword Club in a hurry, she stopped talking.

Then An Jing asked Lu Guoyong to resign, and Zhou Xianming and Tan Yun sent An Jing out of the city.

It was cold and windy and sparsely populated.

An Jing looked at Zhou Xianming and said, "Yan is in a stormy state, and it's time for Jiangshan Sheji to employ people. Brother Zhou will definitely shine."

Zhou Xianming smiled wryly and said: "Yan Kingdom is besieged on all sides, and dangers are everywhere. Protecting the people of Yan Kingdom is the most important thing at the moment. In this respect, you are much better than me, Dr. An."

Ghost swordsman An Jing, who in the world doesn't know?

The well-known white-clothed swordsman, the number of masters and masters who died under his hands is unknown.

"Ha ha ha ha."

An Jing laughed loudly, then waved his hands and walked into the distance.

"Uncle..."

Tan Yun waved his hand, but he couldn't say anything in his heart.

Zhou Xianming looked at An Jing's back, and his heart was burning.

He doesn't know whether life is sweet or not, but bitterness is really bitter. He has experienced both what should be experienced and what should not be experienced. Life is nothing more than two kinds of results, laughing and seeing results.

.........

Inside the palace, Princess Anle's bedroom.

There was the sound of 'crackling' jade shattering inside, and several maids outside the palace stood cautiously, with a trace of fear in their eyes.

Obviously this was not the first time, and they knew better than anyone how terrifying Zhao Xuening would be at this moment.

In the palace, Zhao Xuening kept picking up porcelain and smashing furniture decorations to the ground, venting her anger.

She hated An Jing for rejecting her outright.

She hates Tan Yun for making things difficult for her even more!

She still hates the leader of the Demon Cult that she has never met. How nice it would be if this woman disappeared from the world?