After Zhao Heng said this, he returned to his chariot.

As soon as he saw that the daughter of the national teacher was gone, Zhang Xingyuan showed an extremely worried look and said, "Young Marquis, you haven't entered the city gate of Lingjiang yet, why don't you turn around and return to Shangqing Palace, there is nothing to be ashamed of." ”

Su Zhuo just said softly: "Let the coachman go slower." ”

Zhang Xingyuan nodded, lifted the door curtain, turned around and said seriously: "Young Marquis, you have to think twice." ”

Su Zhuo bowed slightly.

Ye Bufan, the uncle of the country, is indeed a person, but he has not faced such a situation.

In the past ten years, the situation he has faced in the Shangqing Palace has not been much better than that of Lingjiang. What the Shangqing Palace wants to disadvantage him is the Yujing Palace, the most popular Zhang Mu among the second-generation disciples, and the Yujing Palace that has been ruined.

This look is more than Ye Bufan.

At that time, he didn't even have the cultivation of the Runian realm, and he still lived to this day, not only watching the sting tide, but also having the cultivation of the peak of the Runian.

If that uncle is ready to put down his body, do it directly to him regardless of it, and rest until he dies, then he won't say a word, and he will return to the Qing Palace now.

However, this is not possible.

Ye Bufan is not only the face of the Dao Palace, the person who carries the Ding among the second-generation disciples, but also the uncle of the current Yonghui Dynasty, a person with a very high status, and the overall situation, as long as he is still sensible, he will definitely not do this. It's like the Yujing Palace advocates respecting the dust, and cultivating to the sky, it only takes one finger to kill him, but it doesn't really kill him.

In the past ten years in the Shangqing Palace, every day has been walking on thin ice, but it still comes like this.

Lingjiang is Longtan Tiger's Den, what about it?

Zhang Xingyuan returned to the carriage, looked at Su Zhuo and said, "Young Marquis, according to the coachman's estimate, if it is slow, it will not be at the city gate until it gets dark." ”

Su Zhuo said calmly: "It's okay. ”

Zhang Xingyuan nodded first, then stunned, looked at Su Zhuo incredulously, and said, "Young Marquis, you don't want to ......"

Su Zhuo smiled and said, "I want to see the methods of this uncle of the country." ”

Zhang Xingyuan's Adam's apple moved slightly, he not only admired Su Zhuo's courage, but also felt numb for Su Zhuo's decision, and said slightly: "Lingjiang is not as good as Wanghai City, I know that the young marquis is amazing and unfathomable." However, manpower is sometimes poor, Lingjiang is the imperial capital, just at the feet of the Son of Heaven, since Uncle Guo wants to deal with you, it means that this is the meaning of His Majesty. The entire Lingjiang River is the territory of the royal family, and when you enter the Lingjiang River at this time, you are really in the mouth of a tiger. ”

Su Zhuo smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, I'm afraid I forgot, Lingjiang is also my territory." ”

"Huh?"

Su Zhuo smiled and said, "Isn't the Changle Marquis Mansion in Lingjiang?"

Zhang Xingyuan fainted and said speechlessly: "Can this be compared?"

He suddenly thought of something, and was puzzled: "Since the young marquis has decided to enter the Lingjiang River, why do you have to slow down the trip?"

Su Zhuo glanced out the window, blushing, and said, "Since the future is uncertain, it's better to keep a low profile, and with such a beautiful scenery, you should also take a few more looks." ”

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The magnificence of the Lingjiang River is a few points better than the Wanghai City on the coast of the East China Sea. Wanghai City is more mysterious and vicissitudes, as if returning to the basics, it seems relatively restrained, but Lingjiang is different, as the capital of a dynasty, it is also the façade of a country, and it is naturally extremely imposing. Lingjiang has three gates, divided into Guocheng, Gongcheng and Imperial City, each surrounded by moats. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China for thousands of years, the national capital Lingjiang has undergone continuous renovation and expansion, and the pattern has long been different from what it used to be, spanning a hundred miles of land, and from a distance, it looks like a complex and huge chessboard.

There are many forbidden gardens in Lingjiang City, and all industries are thriving, although it is a little worse than Wanghai City, but it is still a few points better than Chongzhou, which is an important place for merchants.

As the night deepened, a luxurious chariot drove into the West City Gate without delay, and all the way unimpeded to the second city.

Because he deliberately slowed down his pace, Su Zhuo had completely staggered with the royal family, the people of the Dao Palace, and the daughter of the national teacher, Zhao Heng, and when they were returned to the city with great fanfare, he was still behind him in a leisurely hurry.

Su Zhuo thought that if he was a little low-key, he would be able to exchange for a few days of cleanliness, but when his carriage stopped in front of the Changle Marquis's Mansion, he found that he was still a little more optimistic.

Someone was waiting for him at the door early in the morning.

When Su Zhuo and Zhang Xingyuan got out of the carriage, these people looked over, their eyes a little cold.

There are a total of four people under the stairs, all of whom are cultivators of the Lingqiao Realm, and their temperament is not ordinary.

There was also a person standing above the courtyard, dressed in a dark robe, with white eyebrows flying sideways, and frosty temples, but his face did not look old, but was ruddy and shiny, and his breath was long. After he noticed Su Zhuo, his eyes showed a bit of complexity, a look of relief and worry.

Zhang Xingyuan whispered in Su Zhuo's ear: "These people are all from the Dao Palace, the one who wears blue silk at the head is called Qin Can, although he is the most average among the four, but because this person is good at sneaking around and patting horses, he is mixed like a dog in the Dao Palace, and he has gained some popularity among the younger generation of disciples." Qin Can often begged for benefits from those royal nobles in the Dao Palace, but it also caused his cultivation to be very vain, although he had the Lingqiao Middle Realm, he was not my enemy. ”

There are factional disputes in the Shangqing Palace, let alone the Dao Palace. Many noble disciples are practicing in it, and it is extremely normal to form gangs, and the disciples of the Dao Palace are in it, so it is naturally difficult to avoid vulgarity. Although the cultivation pays attention to the clarity of the Dao heart, the Dao Palace only turns a blind eye to such an atmosphere. But it's not all without its benefits. There are masters in the Dao Palace who have put forward such an argument - the small road is built in the deep mountains, and the avenue is built in the red dust. If you can stand out in this chaotic red dust, you are a unique talent.

Noticing Zhang Xingyuan's movements, these people's eyes were a little hostile, they already had a lot of complaints about Zhang Xingyuan actually giving Su Zhuo as a guard, and at this time, seeing Zhang Xingyuan's heartfelt respect, they were even more angry, after all, Zhang Xingyuan was one of the leaders of their Dao Palace.

In the face of these gazes, Zhang Xingyuan just stood beside Su Zhuo, his face expressionless.

After listening to Zhang Xingyuan's words, Su Zhuo understood that these people should just be the dogs who came to spread the word, he smiled slightly, and asked softly: "It seems that you Daoists have been waiting for a long time." ”