Jing Zhong knew that the Great Incense Master was not something that he could see if he could see him, even if he was now the head of the Jing Mansion, if the Great Incense Master didn't want to see him, he didn't have to sell him any face at all.

But he knows better that at this time, he can't care about any face. Regardless of how the murder of the county lord of Yuyao should be solved, with the news brought back by Jing Xiao, it is impossible for him to sit still anymore, no matter what, he has to go to the Xiangdian to see what is going on.

It's just that before he left, Jing Sanye still persuaded him: "Why don't you let the housekeeper go up and say hello first?"

Even if Jingfu is not a relative of the emperor, the face of Jingfu is not much worse than that of those princes and princes. Especially when the Duke of Jing was still alive and the eldest prince did not leave, in this Chang'an City, which prince did not sell Jingfu three-point thin noodles, and some people thought of various ways to come to the door.

Jing Xiao didn't see Mr. An just now, but it was still the child that Jing Gong entrusted to Mr. An to take care of before he died...... But Jing Xiao is a junior, and he can't lose face if he can't see the big incense master, Zuo is just a little looked down upon, and it is also in the house.

But if Jing Zhong goes up and eats closed-door soup, then his face as a family member will not be very good-looking. In the future, there will be dissenting minds in the house, and those who do not obey will be even more crooked.

Jingfu's uncle Jing Zhuang, the second master Jing Zhong, and the third master Jing Lu are all from the second room, the first mother is a compatriot, and the fourth master Jingming is the third room. There are a lot of stupid people in the second room, but people are thriving, and there are many brothers and sisters in the next generation;

Therefore, before Jing Gong died, he couldn't wait to return to Jing Yan's son, and finally chose Jing Xiao, which was also a helpless move.

And the facts have also proved that Jing Xiao really can't afford such a big responsibility at present, and the power sent to him before he can hold it, Qing Yì was taken away by his uncle.

In fact, Jing Zhong doesn't have much talent, but compared to Uncle Jing's temper and brainlessness, and Jing Sanye's greed for money and lust, he at least knows current affairs and knows such a thing as face, whether he wants it or not, it mainly depends on who he faces. For people above the clouds like the Great Incense Master, he can definitely peel off his own skin, step on it a few times first, and then stick it back as if nothing happened.

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In the hall of the side hall of the Tianshu Palace, Lu Yuan made a cup of tea for Jing Zhong: "Second Master Jing, Mr. is in the incense room at this time, and he explained not to disturb him before." ”

Jing Zhong hurriedly bowed, stretched out his hands to take the cup of tea, and also had a cautious smile on his face: "Don't be in a hurry, don't dare to disturb Mr., I'll wait here, if Mr. comes out, I'll help me report it, and say that I have something important to see." ”

Lu Yuan bowed slightly, with a smile on his lips: "Then please ask Second Master Jing to wait here." ”

"Okay, okay. Jing Zhong's heart was filled with that smile.

He didn't know where An Daxiangshi went to find such a baby, a man, but he gave birth to such a pair of beautiful deer eyes, and he was moist when he looked at people on weekdays, and this smile was even softer.

Jing Zhong kept standing, waiting for Lu Yuan to go out, and then sat down again.

An hour later, Lu Yuan walked up to An Lan and said, "Sir, he is still waiting in the hall, and he doesn't seem to be dissatisfied or impatient. ”

An Lan lightly covered the incense box: "It's also lunch time, according to his usual meals in Jingfu, send it to him." ”

It is true that she rarely interferes in the affairs of Jingfu, but she pays attention to every qiē of Jingfu. After all, it was entrusted to her by Jing Gong before his death, and it was also Jing Yan's son, and it was finally handed over to her.

"Yes. Lu Yuan responded and asked, "Mr. wants to pass the rice here?"

An Lan pondered for a while and stood up from the incense mat: "Pass the food to Yunyin Tower." ”

Yunyin Building is the place where the incense envoy lives, not far from the Fengzhu Palace.

It's just that when she walked to the door, she stopped again, turned her face and asked, "Incense envoy...... Can you be in Yunyin Building at this time?"

She knew everything about the Jingfu outside the Incense Palace, but she couldn't fully understand the person who lived in the Incense Palace.

Lu Yuan was stunned, he had no right to ask about the matter of the incense envoy.

An Lan also seemed to just ask casually, and without waiting for Lu Yuan to answer, she crossed the threshold and walked towards Yunyin Tower.

After An Lan left, Lu Yuan still stood there for a while, his good-looking eyebrows furrowed slightly, he looked at An Lan's back, and sighed softly in his heart.

He knew that the incense envoy was in Yunyin Building today, and now in Yunyin Building, inside and outside the hall, he didn't know how many pairs of eyes were staring at it day and night. During this time, due to the appearance of the incense envoy, the originally stable shape of the Tianshu Hall suddenly became unpredictable, and people's hearts fluctuated a little because of this, but Mr. didn't seem to care.

Lan Zhangshi was worried about this, and he was also worried, but Lan Zhangshi's concern was a little different from his.

When An Lan arrived, Bai Yan happened to be practicing swords in the courtyard, so she didn't say anything, and stood quietly watching from the sidelines.

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the scenery of Dayan Mountain is a unique in the Tang Kingdom, and since the ages, how many famous volumes are from this mountain and this scene.

After An Lan became a great incense master, she naturally appreciated many peerless paintings with the theme of Dayan Mountain, but it was only at this time that she realized that the figure in front of her was the most spiritual stroke in this ink painting.

Bai Yan's last move, his body was like a swimming dragon, the snowflakes on the branches flew, and the cold sword turned, and the tip of the sword grabbed a snowflake, stabbing straight at An Lan.

When Lu Yuan led the maid who delivered the meal into Yunyin Building, he happened to see this scene, his steps accelerated, and the wide robe rolled up the snow on the road in an instant, and his body instantly blocked in front of An Lan.

Bai Yan's sword stopped three inches away from Lu Yuan's eyebrows, then put it away and smiled appreciatively: "Yuan Shixiang is so fast. ”

Lu Yuan's expression remained unchanged, and his dark deer eyes were still gentle, but when he spoke, his tone was obviously a little accusatory: "No matter how good Zhenxiang is, today is also presumptuous." ”

Bai Yan looked at An Lan: "Mr. is frightened?"

"Not yet. An Lan glanced at him, turned around and entered the hall, "Come and eat." ”

After Lu Yuan set up the meal, he bowed slightly and retreated, but he did not leave.

Bai Yan looked out through the window, and then retracted his gaze to look at An Lan: "Yuan Shixiang is worried that I will be unfavorable to my husband. ”

An Lan said while serving the soup: "You don't have to worry about it. ”

Bai Yan asked, "What about Mr.?"

An Lan put down the spoon containing the soup and raised her eyes: "What do you mean?"

Bai Yan stretched out his hand, took her spoon, and helped her fill the bowl with soup, and did not answer this question, but continued to ask, "What is the matter with me, sir?"

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