Time unknowingly, into June of the second year of Guangxi.

In the hot summer season, the days are long and the nights are short, the fog in the early morning has not yet dissipated, and a round of red sun rises from the sky, and the bright sun shines on the school field of Jingheiyuan with a strong scorching heat.

"Sweep!"

"Leap into the air!"

"Kill the horse!"

"Break the army!"

Mu Jing was dressed in a strong suit, holding the dark golden coiled dragon lance with both hands, one move and one style, the dancing tiger and tiger were vigorous, and the momentum of killing the battlefield was played, and the advantage of the long weapon was also brought into play.

Practicing martial arts for half an hour every morning has become Mu Jing's habit, his body has become better and better under Zhang Ning's holy hand conditioning, and he has begun to consolidate the internal strength cultivation in his body, and if he is given some time, he is a veritable master of internal strength.

However, his skill is not enough, and he can't bear the power of the dragon lance at all, this is a divine weapon, and it is also a magic weapon, not only to have strong power support, but also to have a firm will to control.

A quarter of an hour was already his limit, and after a quarter of an hour, his hands had begun to tremble, and he hurriedly accepted the recruitment, not daring to forcibly cultivate, he held the Panlong lance, while gasping for breath, and asked Huang Zhong next to him: "Uncle Zhong, how do I feel about these moves?" ”

"You learned these tricks well, and you played smoothly, but I feel that this move itself is almost almost, the horse lance is not a spear after all, and the move of the spear is still not suitable for the horse lance, if you want to fully exert the power of the horse lance, you need to continue to improve and comprehend!"

Huang Zhong's tall and burly body stood beside him, looking intently at Mu Jing's martial arts practice, and when he heard Mu Jing's inquiry, he nodded in approval, and then said.

The lance is a very remote weapon, there are very few such moves, and now what Mu Jing is cultivating is adapted from his marksmanship, but the gun is a gun after all, and although the horse lance is also a long weapon, there is still a difference between it and the gun.

"Shizi, wipe your sweat!" The maid Chuncha came up and brought up the sweat towel in her hand.

There are four servant girls in Jingping Courtyard, spring, summer, autumn and winter, these four are descendants of Taiping, Zhang Ning's henchmen trained by one hand, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting have their own strengths, and medical divination is also involved, and each of them is a deep hidden martial arts, is Mu Jing's personal maid, but also a guard.

The maid headed by is Chuncha, sixteen years old, with a bright face, and a long black dress with a hint of coldness.

Mu Jing handed over the dragon lance in his hand, and the two Jingping guards on the left and right stepped forward and took it, and then he took the sweat towel of Chuncha, wiped his sweat, glanced at Chuncha's face, and his eyes sank: "Chuncha, where is Your Highness?" ”

"The slave doesn't know!" Hearing this, Chuncha glanced up at him, but replied very indifferently.

"Lie!"

Mu Jing looked at her deeply: "You know where she is, then go and bring her back, just say I'll let her come back!" ”

He wants to marry Cai Yan, in the mansion, there are people with complaints, and the most resentful is the descendants under Zhang Ning's command, among which the four girls in spring, summer, autumn and winter are the most unjust Zhang Ning.

Mu Jing himself knows this deeply.

"Shizi, Your Highness, she doesn't want to see you!" Chuncha lowered his head and said quietly.

"Didn't you hear me? I said get her back! Mu Jing was cold: "In Jingping Courtyard, I have the final say!" ”

"No!"

Chuncha felt a chill in her heart and nodded hurriedly.

"You just say that I have a little physical condition, and I forcibly practiced martial arts, causing old injuries!" Mu Jing paused, and his voice softened.

"Slaves and maids can't lie to Your Highness!"

"I'm lying to her, not you!"

Mu Jing glanced at Chuncha indifferently: "Do it!" ”

"No!"

Chuncha was silent for a long time before nodding in response.

Mu Jing took a sweat towel to wipe the sweat beads that kept coming out of his forehead, then turned around and left the school field, and walked side by side with Huang Zhong on the corridor of the courtyard, and said as he walked: "Uncle Zhong, it seems that there are more and more ranger masters in Luoyang recently!" ”

This is the news of Keibu Division.

"Hmm!"

Huang Zhong nodded: "Recently, there seem to be a lot of masters in Luoyang City, I took a turn in Dongshi yesterday, and I actually felt two or three masters whose realm is similar to mine!" ”

"I can be in the wing room of your realm, even if it is not a martial artist of the Yuangang realm, it is also a martial artist who has stepped into the mixed yuan in half a step, these martial artists, even among the rangers, are rare on weekdays, it seems that this Yang has really become the eye of the storm!"

Mu Jing squinted, and a chill rushed to the sky in the depths of his eyes.

On the one hand, it is a merit order.

This can indeed attract a lot of martial artists, but there are not many masters that can be attracted, and the martial artists in the Yuangang realm are quite arrogant, and it is not a merit-seeking order that can be triggered.

But Mu Jing is more worried about the conspiracy of the family, these families, the background is too strong, the reputation is too good, in the world of the reader, in the world of the ranger, they are also very convincing.

He said in a deep voice: "The matter of the rangers, the military is inconvenient to meddle, and the Jinwu is unreliable, the Divine Guard Army is still in Bishui Pass, and in this aspect of Luoyang, I still want you to keep an eye on it, I will let Jing Wusi cooperate with you, Jing Wusi has recently received a lot of martial artists from the Seeking Talent Hall, and he has a bit of combat effectiveness!" ”

"Hmm!"

Huang Zhong responded: "The same master, within ten steps, I must have a feeling, I will find a way to pull them out, but I can't easily move them, after all, they are not enemies with us, we don't need to make enemies!" ”

"You can grasp this point yourself, I believe in you, the next Luoyang City, the wind and rain are coming, you need to be careful in everything!"

"Understood!"

Walking to the entrance of the corridor, Huang Zhong turned around and left, and Mu Jing strode into the wing, where the bath bucket had been prepared, and the little girl Xia Jian was serving beside her.

After bathing, Mu Jing came to the book pavilion.

"Shizi, the imperial court Taichangqing has set an auspicious day for the zodiac, the eighth day of the eighth month of August!" Hu Zhao handed over a copy of the eight-character article on his birthday issued by the Taichang official office: "The lord asks you, what is your opinion?" ”

"I have an opinion, does he listen?" Mu Jing glanced at Hu Zhao and said coldly.

"If you don't like this day, you can change it too often!"

"Can I change my name on the letter of appointment?"

"What's the name?"

"How's Makiyama?"

"I guess Tai Changqing can't help you at this point!"

"Huh!"

Mu Jing sneered, his eyes self-evident.

Even if he is unwilling, he has no power to be willful.

His father's choice was right, his father's worries were right, his background was something that could not be ignored in this era, and with Cai's reputation, it was more effective than his merit-seeking order, which was the deterrent power of a great Confucian.

He made a decision to bring everyone under the command of the Mu clan into the capital and became a master, but at the same time, he also shouldered too many responsibilities.

The current situation in the capital seems to be peaceful, the Mu family is in power, and it is only one step away from reaching the top, but how many waves are hidden in it, no one knows that the life and death of too many people have been pressed on the body of their Mu family father and son.

Life is a process of compromise.

Even if he doesn't like to compromise.

But now he had to compromise.

It's no wonder that he is not strong enough, not enough to do what he wants, just as later generations said, when you don't have the ability to go against the sky, the will of the universe is irreversible at all, and if you want to go against the sky, you must be prepared to break your bones.

"Three books and six ceremonies, the letter of appointment has been issued!"

Hu Zhao glanced at Mu Jing, and after half a sound, he said in a low voice: "Shizi, the reputation of the Mu clan and the face of the Mu clan are now on your shoulders, you can't be willful." ”

"Don't worry!"

Mu Jing said indifferently: "I know how heavy it is!" ”

Two lives, Mu Jing is Mu Longtu, he is not a simple teenager, his soul is an adult soul, when he is calm, he even becomes a little cold, knowing what choice he should make.

"A secret letter from Chang'an!"

This matter was put aside for the time being, Hu Zhao didn't have much eye, he knew that Mu Jing was such an idea-minded person, and he was unconvinced, so he had to figure it out for himself, and he handed over the second document to be dealt with today, which was Chang'an's secret letter.

"Have you seen it?"

"I've seen it, Zhang Heng's report, the recent offensive situation is good!"

"Chang'an is already in chaos?" Mu Jing opened the secret letter, and his eyes moved slightly.

"The Jingping Commercial Bank added by the Mi family can be lethal in terms of financial resources!" Hu Zhao said: "A lot of grain in the market in Chang'an has been jointly taken by them, once the grain is taken, it is equivalent to dominating the market and controlling the grain merchants, but recently they have made a large purchase, or caused a lot of turmoil in the grain merchants, and the price has begun to be chaotic, but I believe that as long as they complete the emptying of the Chang'an grain in a short period of time, they will be able to take the lead!" ”

"It's not that simple!"

Mu Jing looked at this secret letter, which was the detailed process of Zhang Heng's recent acquisition in the market, he looked at it very carefully, and finally shook his head: "Guanzhong grain merchants are just puppets, and the real grain is always in the hands of the wealthy family!" ”

Whoever controls the fields will control the grain.

Most of the fields in Guanzhong are controlled by the family lords, and a small part is in the hands of the local squires, while most of the ordinary people are tenants and long-term workers, and few own the fields.

Therefore, the food is naturally in the hands of these family valves.