Jianghu are all masters

142.

Cao Zilian worked hard and wrote quickly. In less than half an hour, he had written his repentance.

Lu Zhaoming took the repentance book and looked at it. Thousands of words were eloquently written, and the writing was full of emotion. Even Lu Zhaoming thought it was a good article.

Holding Cao Zilian's letter of repentance, he felt that he could go back to work with peace of mind, and he didn't want to talk to Cao Zilian who had tears in his eyes for no reason, so he left and went back to the Wulin League.

But Zhang Xiaoyuan was already asleep.

He was lying flat on the bed with his eyes closed, in a strange posture, motionless, probably because he was afraid of hurting his wound, he didn't even cover the quilt, and even opened the window, not afraid of freezing himself at night.

Fortunately, it is the beginning of summer and the weather is not so cold. Lu Zhaoming closed the window for him. Seeing that he was sleeping so soundly, it would be difficult to wake him up again, and the injury on Zhang Xiaoyuan's knee will not heal for a while. He couldn't give Cao Zilian's letter of repentance to Pei Wuluan. Lu Zhaoming hesitated for a moment, seeing that it was still early outside, and Pei Wuluan should not have rested yet, so he might as well make another trip and send the letter of repentance tonight.

When he arrived at Pei Wuluan's courtyard, he saw the lamps lit in the study room, and the guard told him that the alliance has been busy with official duties recently, and the leader of the alliance has to lead the martial arts conference and other matters during the day, so he can only read official letters at night, and turn on the lights until the third watch It is also common.

Lu Zhaoming asked him to inform, the guard knocked on the door and announced Lu Zhaoming's name outside the door, Pei Wuluan let him in directly, presumably because Lu Zhaoming was Wang Henian's apprentice, he didn't think too much about setting up defenses.

Holding Cao Zilian's letter of repentance in his hand, Lu Zhaoming pushed open the door, and when he looked up, he saw Pei Wuluan sitting alone behind the desk with a few letters in his hand. He looked up at him and asked, "Nephew Lu Xian, what's the matter?" something?"

Lu Zhaoming took Cao Zilian's letter of repentance, handed it to Pei Wuluan with both hands, and said, "This junior is here to deliver Cao Zilian's letter of repentance."

Pei Wuluan took it, but was obviously surprised: "So fast?"

He thought that Zhang Xiaoyuan had only been away for an hour or two, and Cao Zilian had already written down his repentance, and judging by the thickness, there were quite a few words. At first Pei Wuluan thought he was responding indiscriminately. Sincerely, the words and writing style are also good, he is very satisfied, put away the repentance book, and said to Lu Zhaoming: "Just now in the martial arts conference, when I go to the meeting hall tomorrow, I will tell the rest of the leaders about this matter." As soon as they agree, I will let you know."

Lu Zhaoming made a salute and said, "Thank you, Uncle Pei."

Pei Wuluan smiled and said, "You don't need to be polite to me, but... what about Xiao Yuan? Why did you send the letter of repentance?"

Lu Zhaoming: "..."

Why did everyone ask him where his junior brother went?

However, after all, Pei Wuluan was a senior he had always respected. Asking Pei Wuluan him was different from Cao Zilian asking him. He would naturally answer Pei Wuluan's questions.

So Lu Zhaoming answered honestly, "He hurt his knee..."

This time he didn't finish the sentence.

Pei Wuluan froze, the brush in his hand almost fell off the table, his eyes widened, he immediately raised his head to look at Lu Zhaoming, and directly interrupted Lu Zhaoming: "Nephew Lu Xian, what are you talking about?"

Lu Zhaoming was taken aback for a moment, apparently not understanding what was wrong with his words. He frowned and thought for a moment, then he answered honestly: "Xiao Yuan hurt his knee, he has trouble moving, and he is resting on the bed, so the junior Send Cao Zilian's letter of repentance instead of him."

"I hurt my knee, I can't move, rest on the bed." Pei Wuluan murmured and repeated the last few words Lu Zhaoming said, his eyes became even more strange, he looked at Lu Zhaoming up and down for a long time, and then continued in a tactful tone after a while Ask further, and say, "Nephew Lu Xian, does this matter... have anything to do with you?"

Lu Zhaoming thought about it seriously, Zhang Xiaoyuan was tripped by the fat pigeon just to talk to him, he was the cause of this matter, of course it has something to do with him, not only that, the relationship is also very important, of course he nodded and said: "Probably because I—"

Pei Wuluan coughed twice and interrupted him again.

"I understand." His eyes seemed meaningful and strange, "Nephew Lu Xian, you don't need to say any more."

Lu Zhaoming showed doubts.

He hasn't said that Zhang Xiaoyuan was tripped by a pigeon and fell down, how did Pei Wuluan understand?

Pei Wuluan put down the brush, stood up and walked to Lu Zhaoming, and walked around Lu Zhaoming twice, as if he had never looked at him so seriously before. After a long time, he clicked his tongue and asked Lu Zhaoming: "Your master knows ?"

Lu Zhaoming felt that Pei Wuluan's question was somewhat inexplicable.

His master's school is hundreds of miles away, Zhang Xiaoyuan was injured only this afternoon, even if he wrote a letter immediately, the news could not be sent back to his teacher's school so quickly, of course the master didn't know that Zhang Xiaoyuan was injured, Lu Zhaoming couldn't help frowning , but still answered truthfully, saying: "Of course Master doesn't know."

Pei Wuluan nodded seriously: "Yes, I understand, of course it's not easy to tell him about this kind of thing."

Lu Zhaoming: "..."

But it was just a fall, why not tell Master?

Pei Wuluan had already changed his title, and assumed the attitude of an elder who listens to the younger generation's life questions, with a gentle tone, persuasive, and asked: "Zhaoming, Uncle Pei has something to ask you."

Lu Zhaoming said, "Uncle Pei, please tell me."

Pei Wuluan was a little bit difficult, but extremely tactful, and deliberately lowered his voice, and asked in a low voice: "You know... Xiao Yuan is only 17 years old?"

Lu Zhaoming nodded blankly: "Of course I know..."

"A 17-year-old boy...he doesn't understand a lot of things." Pei Wuluan coughed, "He's also uncertain, and it's not good to tell your master rashly about this. Let me think of a way, and I will help you. You speak."

Lu Zhaoming finally made a questioning voice: "Huh?"

"You don't have to worry, Uncle Pei understands." Pei Wuluan patted his chest, "Uncle Pei also came here like this, Uncle Pei understands everything!"

But Lu Zhaoming didn't understand even more.

"Xiao Yuan just fell down." Lu Zhaoming was puzzled, "Why not tell Master rashly?"

Pei Wuluan: "..."

Pei Wuluan: "Did you fall?"

Lu Zhaoming nodded.

Pei Wuluan: "...Then why did you say it was your fault?"

"He was going to come over to talk to me, and he accidentally tripped over." Lu Zhaoming frowned slightly, "The thing did happen because of me, at least part of it was my fault."

Pei Wuluan: "..."

Lu Zhaoming still wanted to ask: "Xiao Yuan is 17 years old, what's wrong?"

Pei Wuluan couldn't help waving his hands: "It's nothing, nothing."

Lu Zhaoming: "Why is it not easy to tell my master about this?"

Pei Wuluan: "No, it's very easy to tell. You can write a letter to tell your master right away when you go back."

Lu Zhaoming: "Then... Uncle Pei, what do you understand?"

Pei Wuluan: "..."

Pei Wuluan covered his face with one hand, with a strange expression, as if he didn't know what to say anymore.

Lu Zhaoming finally felt that something was wrong.

He cautiously asked Pei Wuluan: "Did I say something wrong again?"

Pei Wuluan: "..."

143.

When Lu Zhaoming returned to the courtyard, he didn't understand what happened just now.

He felt that the things he encountered all day today were very strange. For some reason, Cao Zilian suddenly wrote a letter of repentance. An excuse made him go back.

He was puzzled, seeing that the light was on in the room, Zhang Xiaoyuan seemed to have woken up, he walked in full of thoughts, stretched Zhang Xiaoyuan's legs and sat on the head of the bed, flipping through the sword manual.

Lu Zhaoming was very surprised and asked, "Why do you read the sword manual again?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "Eldest brother... I also want to do other things..."

But now he felt knee pain when he fell down, and he couldn't do anything while lying on the bed. Apart from flipping through the sword manuals, he had nothing else to do for entertainment.

Lu Zhaoming sat on the bedside. He knew that Zhang Xiaoyuan had always been quick-witted. He should be able to understand what happened today by asking him, so he nodded thoughtfully, and said to Zhang Xiaoyuan: "Cao Zilian has already Give me the letter of regret."

Zhang Xiaoyuan blinked: "What about the letter of repentance?"

Lu Zhaoming: "I have given it to Uncle Pei."

Zhang Xiaoyuan nodded: "What is President Pei's reaction?"

Lu Zhaoming: "He is very satisfied."

Zhang Xiaoyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

"It's just that I don't understand a few things." Lu Zhaoming said, "Cao Zilian didn't want to write a letter of repentance. He asked me why you didn't go there. I said your knee was injured. He suddenly scolded the Wulin League. One pass, saying that you made such a sacrifice for him, and then quickly wrote a letter of repentance...Why is this?"

He said such a long paragraph in one breath, Zhang Xiaoyuan blinked his eyes, and he still didn't come back to his senses for a while. After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't help but answer: "Brother...you shouldn't tell Cao Zilian like that, maybe he is Misunderstood."

Lu Zhaoming: "Misunderstanding?"

"When we parted in the morning, I told him that I was going to ask President Pei to agree to this matter." Zhang Xiaoyuan wrote, "Now you say that my knee is injured, but you don't say the reason. He may think that I injured my knee..."

Lu Zhaoming: "Huh?"

"But anyway, he wrote a letter of repentance." Zhang Xiaoyuan nodded seriously, "Let's continue to hide this matter from him."

Lu Zhaoming asked again: "Then...why does Uncle Pei ask me this question?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Lu Zhaoming had no choice but to repeat Pei Wuluan's words, saying: "He asked if this matter was related to me, and also asked Master if he knew about it. If Master doesn't know, it's better not to tell Master rashly."

Zhang Xiaoyuan was puzzled: "Why did you tell Master?"

"He also asked me if I knew you were only 17 years old now." Lu Zhaoming looked thoughtful, "I told him that I knew, and he said that the young man's temperament is unstable, and he will speak for us."

Zhang Xiaoyuan faintly felt that something was wrong.

"He also said that's how he came here." Lu Zhaoming propped his chin, full of doubts, "Has he fallen before?"

Zhang Xiaoyuan: "..."

Zhang Xiaoyuan's face flushed suddenly.