My wife is the sect leader

An Jing couldn't sit still anymore, couldn't help it, "There are two of you in your family, and you still come out to steal food, can you take it with your old body?"

Both Liu Huiyun and Ling Yuehua couldn't squeeze this old clapper dry?

Before Li Fuzhou could speak, Han Wenxin hurriedly flattered him, "Third Lord, this is old and strong, old and strong, and old shoulders..."

Li Fuzhou was still very satisfied when he heard the front, and sighed in his heart that it was very good to have a sycophant, but the next moment he heard those four words, his face turned black.

An Jing laughed loudly, "Brother Han, your ability to see through stitches has improved again."

Han Wenxin: "??"

Li Fuzhou's heart moved, and he said with a smile: "Young master, do you want to have a drink and listen to music?"

An Jing took a look at Han Wenxin, shaking his head just like the rattle, "No, An Mou never goes to this place where people are looking for flowers and flowers."

When Han Wenxin heard about it, he couldn't help but said, "Brother An, you have changed."

An Jing said angrily, "What changed?"

Han Wenxin said heartbroken: "When you were not famous before, your biggest hobby was listening to music. Have you forgotten?"

An Jing frowned, and said, "This is slandering me."

Li Fuzhou, who has become a master, saw An Jing's concerns at a glance, and said quickly: "Young master, let's go together, I will never tell the leader."

"exactly."

Han Wenxin quickly said: "Brother An, I will never tell my siblings, even if I am beaten to death."

An Jing glanced at Han Wenxin, "Really?"

Han Wenxin quickly stretched out three fingers, "I, Han Wenxin, swear now that if I tell the story of today, I will be a dog."

An Jing still looked at Han Wenxin suspiciously. How could this be a poisonous oath?

Han Wenxin said honestly: "The main reason is that I don't have money in my pocket. Everyone knows that Brother An, you are kind and generous..."

When An Jing heard this, he nodded in satisfaction, "What you said sounds like a human being, who doesn't know that I, An, am a kind person."

Han Wenxin was overjoyed, and quickly asked: "Brother An, do you agree to invite me to listen to the music?"

"Go to Yujing City to do business first."

An Jing snorted softly, "Drive!"

Han Wenxin looked at An Jing's back, and said in surprise: "Why didn't he get caught? He is also such a big person, please brother, what's wrong with me?"

The other brothers are all drinking and eating meat, so happy, how can they be so picky like An Jing.

Li Fuzhou glanced at Han Wenxin, then shook his head, "It's too early for you to become the number one spy under the leader's command, sir!"

After speaking, Li Fuzhou followed quickly.

Han Wenxin scratched his head and muttered, "What and what? It's fine if you don't invite me to listen to the music, just say something you don't understand."

"Brother An, third master, wait for me."

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Chapter 358 The Battle of Kendo Rising

Now that Yujing City is in turmoil, although Lu Guoyong has resigned, many people still come to the Lu Mansion to visit this old man who once had power over the government and the public, and want to get some advance warning from him, so the Lu Manor has also recently Very lively.

But without exception, no matter whether they were princes, ministers or court officials, they were all rejected by Lu Guoyong.

This time when An Jing, Li Fuzhou and others came, they were also blocked at the door.

Li Fuzhou said: "Teacher, I don't want to get involved in the temple anymore."

He understands Lu Guoyong's temperament very well, and now their identities are representatives of Tianwaitian. It may be nothing in ordinary times, but at key points, it is obvious that they will leave others with tongues.

Han Wenxin looked regretful, and said, "It's really a pity, I still want to see Lu Gong, if I see such a character, I can go back to the government office and brag about it for a few years."

An Jing said lightly: "Let's go, let's go find Mr. Zhou."

Since Zhou Xianming became an official, he moved out of the Lu Mansion and opened up his own mansion.

Han Wenxin's eyes lit up when he heard that, and he hurriedly urged: "Go, go, the old boy said that he will not forget me when he is developed. He can pass the exam, and I have paid for it."

Then the three of them walked along the market towards Feihua Lane where Zhou Xianming lived.

On the way, An Jing thought of something and asked, "Third Master, where is Li Yue now?"

Back then, the Devil's Cult spent a lot of effort to secretly rescue Li Yue from Prince Zhao Chongyin.

Li Fuzhou thought for a while, and said: "She has practiced the Blood Spirit Art, which has consumed too much energy in her body, and her lifespan is not long. Now she has returned to Yuzhou City."

An Jing raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said, "Have you returned to Yuzhou City?"

Li Fuzhou nodded and said: "That's right, but I sent two spies from Renzong to follow her."

An Jing nodded and said: "That's good, we can't let her fall into the hands of the prince."

Li Fuzhou nodded.

Just as they were talking, the three of them came to a brand new mansion with the word 'Zhou Mansion' engraved on it.

Recently, because of Zhou Xianming's appreciation from the Emperor, coupled with Lu Men's reasons, it can be said that he has made rapid progress, and now he has served as the Minister of Rites, and the speed of promotion is astonishing.

As the Minister of Rites of the current dynasty, his mansion is full of natural style and extraordinary dignity.

"My darling!"

When Han Wenxin saw this big house, he was startled and said: "Old man Zhou is well-off, really well-off. If this big house is exchanged for silver, it can buy a painting boat in Yuzhou City."

Li Fuzhou stepped forward and knocked on the door, "It's not just a painting boat? You underestimate him too much."

"Dong dong!"

Soon the door opened, and the gatekeeper was a middle-aged man.

He looked at the old Confucian scholar who was dressed in front of him and combed his hair meticulously, and said: "Our master is a little tired today, we don't see any guests, please go back."

Li Fuzhou chuckled lightly and said, "Go in and tell your master that my name is Li Fuzhou."

"Li Fuzhou?!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll go in and report."

Han Wenxin snorted softly: "The old man is still putting on airs this week? I used to go in and out of his house when I wanted to."

An Jing shook his head and said, "It's different now."

Han Wenxin asked strangely: "What's the difference? He has grown an extra bird?"

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing Han Wenxin's words, An Jing couldn't help laughing.

In Han Wenxin's heart, Zhou Xianming is still Zhou Xianming before, the Confucian scholar who came from a poor background and was a storyteller in Datong Teahouse.

But is he really that poor scholar?

"Squeak!"

At this time, the door opened again, and it was Zhou Xianming who walked out with a smile on his face, "Brother An, Mr. Li, you are all here, hey, isn't this Han Butou?"

Zhou Xianming was surprised when he saw Han Wenxin, "Are you still alive?"

Han Wenxin's face darkened, "I'm not only alive, but I'm living well, can't you see?"

Zhou Xianming stepped forward, stroking Han Wenxin's shiny bald head with his palm, "Yeah, how did you become a braised egg? Could it be that you have cut off all emotions and desires, and abandoned worldly troubles?"

Han Wenxin knocked Zhou Xianming's palm off with a slap, strode towards the house, and said impatiently, "I want to see if you are corrupt. How many delicate ladies are hidden in the courtyard of this deep house."

Zhou Xianming looked at Han Wenxin's back and shook his head, then said to An Jing and Li Fuzhou, "Please."

An Jing smiled and said, "Let's go and see Mr. Zhou's mansion."

A few people walked into Zhou Xianming's house, which was a big courtyard with three entrances. It was originally left by a wealthy businessman on Yunping Road.

But she seldom comes to live in this other courtyard, so the three-entry courtyard has always been empty, and it was not until recently that this courtyard was given to Zhou Xianming.

Zhou Xianming walked in front and stretched out his hand, said with a smile, "This way please, I have already prepared the banquet."

Li Fuzhou smiled and said: "It seems that you have already expected us to come."

Zhou Xianming said: "Princess said that Brother An will definitely come, and asked Zhou to entertain Brother An, so everything was prepared in advance."

An Jing and Li Fuzhou glanced at each other, full of understanding in their hearts.

The meaning of Zhou Xianming's words is obvious, his current identity represents Princess Anle, not simply the storyteller Zhou Xianming.

Ready? !

Han Wenxin's heart was beating wildly, his face was flushed, he grabbed Zhou Xianming's arm and said, "Brother Zhou, are you really ready?"

Zhou Xianming said: "Han Butou, do you know why you have always been a Butou?"

Han Wenxin couldn't help heaving a long sigh when he heard that, "Because my Qiankun Dao has never been cultivated to perfection."

The martial arts Qiankun Dao specially practiced by the yamen servants is a fourth-grade martial art, but Han Wenxin has been fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, so it is naturally impossible to practice it to perfection. It is necessary to practice this Qiankun knife to the perfect state.

Zhou Xianming shook his head and said, "Because you always think about the lower half of your body, not the second half of your life."

Li Fuzhou nodded in agreement.

Han Wenxin's face completely darkened. He used to reprimand Jie Yao for these words, but now Zhou Xianming used these words to reprimand him.

Soon, Zhou Xianming brought the three of them to the banquet.

It seemed that everything was back to normal, the beautiful diva was dancing, and the four of them drank freely.

Just like back then, the three of them have all changed, only Han Wenxin's small eyes are constantly looking for happiness in the singer, and he doesn't pay attention to the conversation between the three of them at all.

Seeing this, An Jing recalled the chat on the boat in Yuzhou City that day.

They have all changed, only Han Wenxin is still insisting on himself, always the same.

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Han Wenxin lay on the table and fell asleep soundly.

An Jing casually glanced behind the curtain, put down the wine cup in his hand, and asked, "Mr. Zhou, I have something I want to ask you."

Seeing An Jing like this, Zhou Xianming also said, "Please tell me, I know everything without saying anything."

An Jing asked: "Then let's open the skylight and tell the truth. Who was your Majesty severely injured?"

Since Zhou Xianming is already Zhao Xuening's confidant, he must know many secrets that are not known.

"The one who severely injured His Majesty was a truly peerless man."

Zhou Xianming frowned, and seemed to adjust for a moment before he said: "I don't know much about this person, I just heard that he is immortal for thousands of years, dormant between the heaven and the earth."

Sure enough it was him!

When An Jing heard Zhou Xianming's words, he couldn't help thinking to himself.

Jin Deng once mentioned this eternal immortal to him. This person was not only the chief culprit who severely injured Emperor Dayan, but also Zongzheng Huachun's teacher.

Being able to survive for thousands of years is already very terrifying, but it is even more frightening to keep beheading top masters and masters during these thousands of years.

Li Fuzhou's brows were twisted into a pimple, even though An Jing had told him that people would never die, his heart was still very shocked.

Zhou Xianming said: "It's true that His Majesty has been seriously injured, and it's true that his health is getting worse, but His Majesty doesn't want to pass the throne to Zhao Chongyin."

Li Fuzhou asked: "Oh? Then what does His Majesty mean?"

Zhao Chongyin's identity is the crown prince, and he is not such a useless person. He is a more suitable successor at present. If the emperor does not want to pass the throne to the prince, then who does he plan to pass the throne to?

Zhou Xianming sighed, and said: "Your Majesty wants to pass the throne to Princess An Le, but now the ruling and opposition parties are full of princes, and His Majesty's health is getting worse and worse, and his control over the court is getting weaker and weaker."

An Jing said lightly: "Mr. Zhou, are you telling the truth?"

Zhou Xianming smiled wryly and said: "It's absolutely true, His Majesty intends to depose the crown prince and let Princess Anle inherit the throne, but the princess is now alone, and she is powerless to contend with Zhao Chongyin."

Not to mention Zhao Xuening, even the original Zhao Mengtai and his party could hardly compete with Zhao Chongyin in the temple.

The prince's party can be described as the largest party above the court.

In particular, Zhao Zhiwu ignored government affairs, and Zhao Tianyi never formed cliques, which invisibly made the prince's party powerful.

But now Zhao Xuening can win over those who are hostile to Zhao Chongyin, or Zhao Mengtai's old department, and the biggest force among them is undoubtedly the Demon Cult.

Although according to common sense, the Demon Cult will definitely stand on Princess Anle's side, but the reality is unpredictable. No one knows whose side the Demon Cult is on until the end.