Don't mention Hongbi's self-healing cultivation.

Wu Wen Hou in the house.

After the gods made a fuss, the people in the Hou Mansion were all alarmed and had already been alerted.

In the inner courtyard, Mrs. Zhao had just ordered to let the bird pass the book to Nanzhou, and from her mother's family, as well as the Daluo faction, which had a lot of connections with the Zhao family, she transferred a master to guard the Hou Mansion.

"Ma'am, let's rest first,"

"This time, the master and the Da Luo faction will send a master to come together, and they will be able to reach Yujing in a few days, and there is an elite left by the Hou Ye in the mansion, no matter how powerful the thief is, it will be difficult to commit murder again, Madame don't have to worry."

An old woman bowed to the side and carefully persuaded.

Mrs. Zhao's face was expressionless, still holding a white cat in her arms, and the fur on her body was shining.

ignored his sister-in-law's persuasion, and said lightly: "I heard that the master who infiltrated the mansion was found outside Hong Yi's courtyard?" ”

"Yes, ma'am."

The old sister-in-law answered, and then said in surprise: "Madame, do you think ...... How is that possible? I heard that the butler of Wu had fought with that person, and was seriously injured by that person, and in the midst of the heavy soldiers, he calmly fled,"

"Such a character, I'm afraid that he is no weaker than the masters of several major sects, and can be ranked alongside the eight great demon immortals in the world, where can that little climb such a figure?"

"Don't you forget, where that slut came from."

Mrs. Zhao's face was cold.

There is no one left and right, but she doesn't need to hide her hatred for Meng Bingyun and Hong Yi.

The old sister-in-law was taken aback: "Madame means ...... Too uplifted? Yes, that little slut is a saint of the Supreme Dao, and I heard that her brother is the first master of the world......"

Mrs. Zhao's face was so cold that it seemed to be frosting: "Hmph, holy woman? A in a green building, he can't live in peace when he dies, and the little is not restless, hateful, why don't you let the wolf eat it with his brother, and don't let me be clean. ”

"Madam, do you want me to find someone......

The old sister-in-law showed a fierce killing intent in her eyes, and raised her hand to make a cutting motion gently.

The cold light flashed in Mrs. Zhao's eyes, and she finally suppressed it: "That's it, I just died a cheap seed, and this one is dead again, it's not good to explain to Lord Hou,"

"You should pay attention to the people below, I hope he is smarter and a waste of people, otherwise...... Hum. ”

Mrs. Zhao snorted lightly, her face was cold and restrained, and she couldn't see what she was thinking.

He said lightly: "Steward Wu went to letter the Hou Ye?" ”

The old sister-in-law said: "Yes, but I heard that the war in the south is now tight, and those remnants of the former dynasty are dying and counterattacking, and the Hou Ye doesn't know if he can rush back." ”

"War ...... in the South"

As if she remembered something, Mrs. Zhao rolled her eyelids and looked at the old sister-in-law: "Did that person come just now?" ”

The old girl's expression changed slightly: "This ...... Yes, ma'am, I have only been gone for a short time. ”

Mrs. Zhao said lightly: "Did I say that you shouldn't let the Hou Mansion get involved in this matter?" ”

The old sister-in-law knelt down with a plop: "Madam, the old slave is guilty!" ”

"Next time, watch your skin."

Mrs. Zhao just said expressionlessly, and then said, "Since the person is here, Jing Yinke has sent it?" What was the harvest of this year's 'Southern Livestock'? ”

"Back to Mrs. ......"

The old sister-in-law replied in a cold sweat.

Those who don't know will not understand what the two are saying, even if they hear what they are saying.

Not to mention the Hou Mansion for a while, there was a lot of noise.

Hong Yi, who was not welcomed in the house, was ignored by Mingli.

Alone, in your own courtyard.

The little face was full of excitement.

"Martial arts, Taoism ......"

He had just peeked inside the house, frightened and excited about the fight.

Although he is young, he has also seen many stories from many books about heroes and celebrities who were born poor and lowly, but were able to worship the marquis with martial arts and virtues.

After becoming famous, his family members are also prosperous and wealthy.

If he can make great martial arts in the future, pay homage to the marquis, or participate in the imperial examination, and be the champion of high school, he will be able to ask for a posthumous title for his mother and eldest brother, be respected by the world, and enter the family temple to worship.

It's a pity that Mrs. Zhao doesn't allow him to practice martial arts, and his father is not in the house, and he is not welcomed, but if he wants to study, he has to work hard.

Fortunately, a year ago, he accidentally encountered a strange thing, met an old fox like a human, and invited him to a deep valley to be a group of human foxes as a gentleman.

I know that the world is big, and there are no surprises.

To his surprise, the old fox not only gave him a generous restraint, but also freed him a little from the poor days of the past.

Moreover, there are countless books on scripture and history in the valley, and he is also allowed to read.

Mother, eldest brother, you are in the spirit of the sky, you must watch, Hong Yi must study the truth of the article, and in the future, he will be the champion of high school, for his mother and eldest brother, ask for a posthumous seal, and let everyone respect him.

Xiao Hongyi looked at the night sky outside the window, gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, then picked up the book on the side again, and read hard in the faint light.

……

In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.

In Yujing City, the miracle of resonating with the hundred saints and releasing the light of the holy path that night has gradually subsided on the surface.

But in the dark, there is an undercurrent.

The appearance of a Wendao saint is a major event that is enough to change the pattern of the court and even affect the whole world.

Although the truth of the article is not like Taoism and martial arts, which convince people with force, Wendao saints cannot be like ghosts and immortals, overwhelming the world, and even have no power to restrain chickens.

But it can write the truth, educate the world, guide people's hearts to be correct, and make the people of the world happy and convinced, and its influence is comparable to that of ghosts, immortals, and immortals, and even surpassed.

The literati are naturally looking forward to it.

But no warrior would want this to happen.

That is, the legendary Wendao New Sage who resonated with the Hundred Sages, still has no clue, so the situation is temporarily calm.

"Open the door! Open the door! Open the door! ”

On this day, the Wuwen Marquis Mansion, which had been on secret guard because of the thieves' sneaking in, suddenly seemed to be ignited by a fire.

"Master Hou is back!"

"The rebels in the south are pacified! Hou Ye returned victorious! ”

"Quick! Come to the door and greet you! ”

The door is open, and the house is full of excitement.

Led by Mrs. Zhao early, they gathered in front of the majestic main gate of the Hou Mansion.

Hong Yi, the unpopular little transparent, was also driven out early and stood in the corner of the crowd.

Standing behind the young master and young lady, she was close to a group of domestic slaves.

After a short time, I could only hear the sound of horses' hooves, and I saw two groups of heavily armed knights waiting to follow.

The armored knights were all mighty and majestic, their armor glowing with a cold and cold light, and their blood and evil qi were entangled, faintly distorting the surrounding void.

Two columns of knights walked by, lined up on either side, and guarded the whole street.

A divine steed came slowly, his whole body was as red as fire, and his four hooves stepped down, and each time it seemed to faintly shake the ground.

On the back of the divine horse, a person sits high, although he wears strong armor, but he has a high crown and tied his hair.

The face is cold, but the demeanor is dignified, and he has a bit of the style of a scribe and a Confucian general.

It's just that the essence of looking forward to it makes people's hearts chill, and their souls shake, and they know that this person's martial arts cultivation has reached an incredible state.

"Meet Master Hou!"

"Welcome back to the house with a great victory!"

Mrs. Zhao led everyone to chant and pay homage, not daring to be rude.

This is the great Qian's Wu Wenhou, Hong Xuanji.

Hong Xuanji didn't squint, got off the horse, and his eyes swept over the crowd.

Hong Yi was in the corner of the crowd.

Seeing his father's eyes sweeping, he immediately straightened his chest.

I didn't want Hong Xuanji to sweep his gaze, and he didn't stop at all.

Hong Yi's heart was shocked, and a thick sense of disappointment and resentment rose.

It's just that there is no one in his eyes, and even the eldest brother is gone, so he doesn't mean to ask half a sentence at all?

"Hou Ye, let's enter the mansion quickly, a big banquet has been prepared in the house, and everyone in the family is waiting for Hou Ye to return and celebrate Hou Ye's return from a great victory,"

Mrs. Zhao stepped forward and said with a smile: "There are also soldiers, and there are also delicious food and drinks." ”

I didn't want Hong Xuanji to snort coldly, and reprimanded expressionlessly: "It's just to go back to your own home, but you make such a big move, and you lose your energy and money, what kind of system will you become?" ”

"It's because I didn't think it through, so people will be withdrawn, Hou Ye will go back to Beijing from afar, and he will go to the mansion first."

Mrs. Zhao was not the slightest bit unhappy, her smile was still the same, and she whispered softly.

Hong Xuanji said coldly: "No need, Your Majesty summoned you, as a minister, there is no reason to enter the house without an edict." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand at the two columns of knights behind him.

Seeing that these knights all made a military salute, they rode away like flowing water around the Hou Mansion, and in a moment, they disappeared silently in the Hou Mansion of Nuoda.

"It's all gone, Ben Hou is going to enter the palace to face the saint."

After Hong Xuanji finished speaking, he turned around and stepped on the divine steed again and rode away.

If a person is a minister, there is no reason for him to enter the family before the edict, is there a reason for a father to ignore his wife and children, and even turn a blind eye to the inexplicable tragic death of his wife and son?

In the crowd, Xiao Hongyi watched Hong Xuanji go away, his teeth clenched, and his little hands clenched into fists.

It's a pity that no one will pay attention to his resentment.

If he dares to show a trace of resentment and let people see it, he will invite death.

Don't mention Xiaohong's easy and difficult mood.

Hong Xuanji rode all the way and went straight to the palace.

No armor, no soldiers, all the way unimpeded.

But it was not Hong Xuanji, but the Emperor Qian.

The imperial city rode a horse, walked on the temple with a sword, and faced the holy face.

The magnificence of its grace cannot be overstated.

"Hahahaha, my humerus virtuous minister is finally back!"

Emperor Qiandi even greeted him in person: "Xuanji, thank you for your hard work!" ”

This head cut off the golden crown of the Nine Dragons, dressed in a bright yellow brocade robe, although there is a bit of vicissitudes, but the face is as white as jade, the middle-aged man who walks the dragon and the tiger, is the monarch of the Great Qianguo, Yang Pan.

"Sharing worries for the country and His Majesty is the duty of the ministers, so why talk about hard work?"

Hong Xuanji didn't smile, even if Emperor Qiandi asked him to be exempted, he still looked at him with a blank look, and saw Emperor Qiandi with the courtesy of a monarch and a minister, before he got up and said solemnly.

Emperor Qian waved his hand and said: "This is not the court, and the mystery does not have to take the court." ”

Hong Xuanji's expression was solemn, and his words were scorching: "Your Majesty, the ceremony cannot be abolished." ”

"You, you, what do I say about you?"

Emperor Qian pointed at him helplessly, and immediately patted him on the shoulder, as if revealing his true feelings: "Those who are kings are all lonely, and it is not easy for me to have a heart-to-heart person now, that is, you are mysterious,"

"I think back then, the two of us were besieged by the army, or you fled into the mountains with me on your back, Yunmeng Taishi Yuwenmu came alone, chased and killed for thousands of miles, you were wounded by more than 100 swords, guns and arrows, especially since you fought to the death, and fought with Yuwen Mu with your own soldiers,"

Emperor Qian's expression was emotional, as if he was in memory: "In the end, it was the mystery that you joined forces with the dream girl of the Taishang Dao to frighten Yuwen Mu back, which made me feel shaken and agitated every time I thought about it!" ”

"Back then, you and I were so heart-to-heart! Now that I am the king and you are the minister, how can I change it? ”

Emperor Qian blamed, and Hong Xuanji hurriedly crossed his hands and confessed.

Emperor Ling sighed again: "Alas, it seems that you must be this lonely person." ”

Yixing waved his hand, and suddenly changed his words and said: "Speaking of which, I heard that you and the dream girl had a union and a hundred years of friendship, and I wanted to give a decree for the dream girl, but you desperately resigned, and I had no choice but to give up,"

"A month ago, I heard about the evil news in your house, Dream Girl and your child...... It's a pity, Xuanji, you also mourn, it's better for me to chase her mother and son, you refused once back then, and now you can't refuse again, right? ”

"The etiquette of the monarch and the minister cannot be disrespected."

Hong Xuanji replied bluntly: "As for that Meng Bingyun, but he is the descendant of the Taishang Dao, and he is a lowly member of the Qinglou, how can he give orders to the imperial court?" If the minister does not refuse, will it not be a disaster to disrupt the law of etiquette and be criticized by the world? ”

"As for the death of her mother and son, but it is also her fate, and it is also her mind that causes this report, the minister has done his best to the fullest, and his conscience is clear, and His Majesty needs to waste his mind for this,"

"A lowly concubine, a concubine, a matter of chasing the seal, is absolutely impossible!"

"You tempered!"

Emperor Qian pointed at Hong Xuanji with an annoyed face, but there was really no trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes, but a faint trace of satisfaction.

"That's it, it's your family matter, and I don't bother to take care of it."

Hong Xuanji saluted: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern!" ”

Emperor Qian shook his head, turned the dragon chair, sat down and said, "Xuanji, you can also sit down." ”

Pointing to the chair next to him, he waited for Hong Xuanji to pick up his robe and sit down, and then said, "You just returned to Beijing, do you know the major events that have happened in Beijing recently?" ”

Hong Xuanji bowed and said, "The minister has to report." ”

Emperor Qian was not surprised: "What does Qing think?" ”

Hong Xuanji got up and arched his hand and said: "The hundred saints are singing together, the holy light of the Wendao is the auspicious rui of the country, and this is the blessing of God, Your Majesty." ”

Emperor Qiandi was surprised: "Oh? Don't you think there's fraud in it? ”

"Since the hundred saints are singing together, all the sons will learn together, there must be no fake,"

Hong Xuanji bowed and said: "Your Majesty should find a new saint, welcome into the court, and determine my great literary movement." ”

Emperor Qiandi was noncommittal: "I heard that in recent years, Xuanji has been immersed in scriptures and studied the truth of the article, and now among the literati, he is quite prestigious, and he has created a vein of science, and there is a hidden atmosphere of a master of literature and Taoism, and a leader of the literati."

"If you welcome the new saint into the pilgrimage......"

Emperor Qian's face showed a little hesitation, and he looked at Hong Xuanji with both eyes.

Hong Xuanji bowed and said, "Your Majesty is too worried,"

"For the minister's duty, as long as he can share the worries for the country, he is only famous, but the clouds are floating, how can the minister care?"

"The truth of the article is the foundation of the world, the purpose of educating the world, and consolidating the foundation of the country. If there is such a person, it will be a demon who deceives the world and steals his name, confuses the country and the people, and asks His Majesty to punish him! ”

"Wu Wenhou, who is worthy of me, only you can make me feel relieved, in this case, you are already hidden as the leader of my Great Qianwen Dao, and this matter of finding a new saint will be handed over to you."

"Obey the order!"

Emperor Qiandi stroked his palms and laughed, and suddenly frowned slightly: "Speaking of the truth of this article and educating the world, I remembered a recent rumor in the market......