Chapter 1754 No Wind or Rain Today

Linzi.

There is no wind or rain today.

After a day of interrogation, Ji Zhaonan, wearing silver armor and snow robe, walked on the long street with an expressionless face.

He is the direct disciple of Jiang Mengxiong, the military god of the Great Qi, and a meritorious general who has been fighting behind the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons for many years. Therefore, he is treated preferentially and will not be shackled or locked up, nor will he have to stay in the prison.

He only needs to come to the Capital Inspection Office and accept interrogation by several senior green cards, including Yang Weitong, the captain of the Northern Yamen. The Ministry of War has already interrogated him, and the Northern Yamen will have another round.

Of course, no one dared to torture him severely, not even insult him.

But everyone in the Capital Inspection Office was unusually indifferent. That kind of hostility... he felt it very clearly.

Just like walking on the streets of Linzi at this moment, he, with his unparalleled grace, would usually attract countless cheers. In any place in Qi, he can be treated as a hero. Even if he hides himself in a carriage, there are always women throwing fruits at each carriage.

But today...

Today he is still a suspect, he cannot ride in a carriage that shows his status, and he cannot have a guard of honor.

Everyone he met on the long street today looked at him with indifference.

He understood.

He killed the young hero of this city.

He stopped a legend of a commoner who was promoted to a marquis.

The representative of the new Qi people fell.

Many people's flags fell.

He did not kill Jiang Wang, but Jiang Wang died because of him!

"Ji Zhaonan, Ji Zhaonan!!"

He looked up and saw a young general with a jade belt wrapped around his forehead and full of heroic spirit, being held by a group of people. He was still struggling there and pointed at him with a halberd, shouting and cursing: "He just went to the demon world and doesn't know anything, you took him to such a dangerous place. What is your intention?!"

What a proud character is Ji Zhaonan?

He always wants to teach Chongxuan Zun a lesson, even Chongxuan Chu Liang wants to try.

In the past, no matter how big the background of Li Longchuan's family was, how he was a general, or how noble he was, he had no right to speak loudly to him if he was not strong enough.

But today, he said nothing and walked forward in silence.

A luxurious carriage passed by, and when it passed, the curtains on the windows were lowered, blocking the view inside.

Ji Zhaonan knew that Yan Fu and Wen Tinglan were sitting inside.

I don't know how many people are waiting for the results of the interrogation of the Northern Court today.

I don't know how many people are biting their teeth with hatred, and have nowhere to vent.

After all, the Heavenly Prison is too far away, and the so-called mastermind behind the scenes has not been found yet.

...

In the carriage that was moving.

Wen Tinglan whispered: "I remember that you had a good relationship with Ji Zhaonan before."

His father was a doctor of the court, and his family background was considered noble. Wen Tinglan certainly knew Ji Zhaonan's potential and the weight of the Grand Marshal's Mansion.

At the same time, she thought that Ji Zhaonan could not be blamed for this matter. Life and death in the world of Tianyu were common. The person who took the opportunity to assassinate Jiang Wang was a cultivator who went to Frost Wind Valley for reinforcement in the later period. It was obvious that he rushed there specially after learning that Jiang Wang was in Frost Wind Valley.

Ji Zhaonan could not have eyes behind his head and saw through the hidden hand of the real person in advance.

"Yes, but it's not bad." Yan Fu held her hand and said only this.

Wen Tinglan thought about it and said, "Ji Zhaonan has no reason to harm Jiang Wang. He himself has been fighting behind the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons for many years. In his cognition, fighting with the demons is a matter of course, so he will directly take Jiang Wang to Frost Wind Valley. The person who went to the demon world was replaced by Chong Xuanzun, and he did the same. There is no problem with the investigation of the Ministry of War and the Northern Yamen. Before there is definitive evidence, we should not blame him."

Because of Yan Fu, she and Jiang Wang are also familiar with each other. Jiang Wang had an accident, and of course she couldn't help feeling regretful, and even a little sad. But as Yan Fu's fiancée, she needs to think more about Yan Fu and her and Yan Fu's future home.

She should help Yan Fu think of what he thinks of. She should remind him of what he doesn't think of.

It's not rational and "wise" to show hostility to Ji Zhaonan.

Yan Fu sighed and said, "Perhaps I shouldn't blame him in terms of reason. But in terms of emotion, how can I not blame him?"

He is famous for his wide social circle, and he has friends from all walks of life. After all, who doesn't like a nobleman who never cares about things and spends a lot of money?

Gao Zhe used to be around him, and the brothers Bao Bozhao and Bao Zhongqing also had his banquets when they were alive.

Looking at Linzi, he is the only one who can be on good terms with the Bao family and the Chongxuan family at the same time.

But at that time, Jiang Wuyou chased him all over Linzi and beat him, and said that whoever stopped him would be beaten. Only Jiang Wang, who had no foundation in Qi at that time, stood up to help him ease the matter and give both sides a way out.

When he went to Fufeng County, he only took Jiang Wang with him...

The carriage continued to move forward.

Wen Tinglan did not speak again.

…

…

Ji Zhaonan walked alone on the long street, enduring all kinds of looks, and walked for a long time.

The Shaohua Spear was not taken out.

The Wushuang Armor seemed to be unable to block all damage.

After being far away from the Beiya and no longer hearing Li Longchuan's reprimand, he thought about it, turned around, and walked towards the Wu'an Marquis Mansion.

The road was not too far, but he walked for a long time.

The Wu'an Marquis Mansion, supervised by the master craftsman of the Ministry of Works, was very magnificent and worthy of Jiang Wang's status.

If he had come here in the past, he should have opened the central gate and Jiang Wang should have come to meet him in person.

Today, standing outside the gate of the Marquis Mansion, facing the nervous-looking doorman, Ji Zhaonan pursed his lips and said softly: "Who is in charge of the house now? Please let me know, I am Ji Zhaonan."

The door closed with a bang.

Ji Zhaonan didn't say anything, just waited quietly outside the door for a while.

Seeing that there was no movement, he just sighed and turned around to leave.

But at this time, the door was opened.

Chongxuansheng, who was wearing a royal robe, was standing behind the gate in a posture of a tiger perched on a dragon's plate.

Ji Zhaonan hasn't decided how to speak yet.

Chong Xuansheng had already said first: "General Ji, what is this?"

"Oh." Ji Zhaonan was stunned for a moment, then said: "I heard that Jiang Wu'an has a direct disciple, but I haven't seen him yet. I thought I would come over and have a look... and see if there is anything I can do to help."

Chong Xuan Sheng seemed to think for a while and then said: "What are you talking about, Chu Yao? He is tired from crying and is still sleeping now. As for helping... thank you for your thoughts, but it is really not necessary. The person named Jiang is still in Linzi When I was a child, I was in charge of everything in his house, and it’s no different now. Besides, I can still afford to raise a child.”

Ji Zhaonan was silent for a moment and said with some difficulty: "I'm sorry about Jiang Wang."

"What did General Ji say?" Chong Xuansheng said with a gentle expression, "No one wants something like this to happen."

"Yes. No one wants to." Ji Zhaonan sighed and finally said: "Then I won't bother you anymore."

Chong Xuansheng also said goodbye politely: "Okay, General Ji, go slowly. There are indeed some things in the house, so I won't send him away."

Ji Zhaonan slowly left Wu'anhou Mansion.

The steps became a little heavier.

From beginning to end, Chong Xuansheng showed no dissatisfaction.

Exactly this shows that he hates it to the extreme and he will never accept an apology.

This enemy has been formed.

Ji Zhaonan was not afraid.

He doesn't care who sees him as his enemy.

It’s just that at a certain moment, I felt lonely.

He also worked hard in Frostwind Valley and put in his best efforts. He should have a clear conscience.

But who would really believe him, Ji Zhaonan?

Yes, what a coincidence. As soon as Jiang Wang entered the demon world, you were waiting there. Why is it such a coincidence that you kidnapped Jiang Wang in front of you, but something happened to him in the back?

That's Jiang Wu'an!

It's not some so-called genius raised in a greenhouse.

It is a true military achievement of fighting through a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, from the bottom to the top step by step, and fighting with swords and guns on the battlefield.

He survived such a dangerous battlefield as Faxia.

After fighting for thousands of miles with the Wusheng Cult Ancestor, he became the final winner.

I have been to the lost world, to the wilderness, and to the floods.

He came out of so many Jedi who were dead.

Now he is stronger than ever.

How could something happen on the first day of going to the demon world?

Why can't I never come back as soon as I meet you, Ji Zhaonan?

If the Demon Realm is such a dangerous place, and Frostwind Valley is such a dangerous place...then why is Jiang Wang dead and you alive?

You said that you, Ji Zhaonan, was innocent.

How do you ask others to write letters?

"Ah."

Ji Zhaonan chuckled for no reason.

If he were not Ji Zhaonan himself, it would be difficult for him to believe in Ji Zhaonan's innocence.

If someone took a picture of his smile.

I can write another article in a few days——

"The first thing Ji Zhaonan did after finishing the interrogation and leaving Beiya was to go to the Wu'an Marquis' Mansion to demonstrate. After being stopped by Bowang Marquis, he showed a proud smile..."

All these ridiculous and boring things passed through my mind.

Ji Zhaonan finally sighed again.

It's been a very cold year, and the frost and wind are blowing. There are fewer pedestrians on the street, which inevitably makes it look deserted.

He walks alone.

He was not afraid of anything, nor did he feel aggrieved.

He endured everything.

There are just a few...

Lonely.

Being in my hometown is actually colder than other places.

He took a few steps forward, then stopped again.

At the other end of the long street, there were two people waiting for him.

A very tall young man in military uniform, with a slightly elongated face, a high nose and deep eyes, was pushing a wooden wheelchair. Sitting on the wheelchair was a man with meticulously styled hair and a gentle and friendly expression.

"What are you doing?" Ji Zhaonan's expression turned serious and he raised his eyebrows.

"Just wandering around, I just happened to come here." The man with an old blanket on his knees said: "This kid was just lifted from the ban. He said he wanted to go to Linzi so much. He still had to pull me and push me around the streets every day. I'm shopping..."

His voice was calm, and there was a very reassuring power in it.

He said: "Let's go, we've almost finished our shopping. Let's go home together on the way."

Ji Zhaonan looked at Wang Yiwu again.

The once arrogant Wang Yiwu.

Since losing to Jiang Wang and being kicked out of Linzi, after three years of hard work, his sharpness is not what it used to be, and he has become much calmer. However, his straight spine and measured steps can still illustrate his pride and self-esteem.

At this time, facing his senior brother's gaze, he just turned the wheelchair silently, shook his head, and motioned to "Follow me."

It’s really neither big nor small.

Ji Zhaonan felt his fists itching.

He took his time and followed behind them.

They are not related by blood, but they are so close to each other.

They have different personalities, but they have always been... a family.

…

…

"Should this singing and dancing class be disbanded?"

In the house of Marquis Wu'an, Chong Xuansheng held a thick account book, sketched on it, and said to himself: "Forget it, I will set up a memorial tablet tomorrow and let them sing and dance every day. Anyway, I hope my brother will like it." "

Yi Shishi, who had been silent until now, said: "He doesn't like to see it."

Chong Xuansheng asked, "How do you know he doesn't like to watch? Why did he bring it all the way back from the grassland if he doesn't like to watch?"

"Brother Wang only likes to practice." Shi Shi said.

"Whatever." Chong Xuansheng said, "That's the arrangement. He can't be stubborn with me now anyway."

Fourteen then said nothing.

"Hey." Zhong Xuansheng said again: "Do you think we have a funeral for him here, spending a lot of money, and he suddenly comes back? That would be quite scary, right?"

"Will he come back? You can't really say he's dead, right? He didn't look at the body. Bob Zhao didn't look at the body either... Bah!"

"Ji Zhaonan...maybe intentionally, maybe unintentionally. I won't think the best of him. Why should I think the best of him? Wang Yiwu harmed you, Ji Zhaonan harmed Jiang Wang. I won't settle this account, Just wait and see! Just wait and see..."

He was talking to himself, pacing back and forth.

I took a writing brush and scratched left and right. The usually clear accounts became more and more confusing for some reason.

"How did the Wu'an Hou Mansion do this? What kind of bad record did it record!"

He swung the ledger violently and dropped it on the desk.

He walked out in a few steps and said to the little skinny monkey outside the study: "I asked you to practice calligraphy, calligraphy and calligraphy. Your master told me. Why are you always hanging around my place!?"

Chu Yao looked at Chong Xuan Sheng nervously, but still mustered up the courage to say: "Master...when will he come back?"

"He's dead. He's been beaten to death. He's not coming back." Zhong Xuansheng waved his hand impatiently: "Go away - hey! Why are you still holding on?"

Chu Yao stood there stubbornly, just shaking his head stubbornly: "I don't believe it! My master is invincible in the world. He is the only one who can beat others to death, and no one else can beat him to death!"

"How far can you see? Why do you say you are invincible? You beat this one to death and that one all day long. Who can you beat?" Chong Xuansheng raised his foot to kick him, but when he saw Chu Yaochu didn't move, He put his feet down again with difficulty.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Chu Yao and said: "Since we are talking about this, I will tell you something seriously today, little brat. You are Brother Wang's direct disciple, and I will give you nothing. I'll treat you the same way your master treated you before. But you don't have any thoughts that you shouldn't have. I hope that I will take care of my brother's family in the future. Leave it to her. Do you understand?"

As he spoke, he became angry again: "No, why are you so tight-lipped? Are you still aggrieved? Do you think I didn't give you enough?"

"I do not want anything!"

Right in front of him, this stubborn and strong skinny monkey suddenly couldn't stop crying and cried loudly: "I want Master! I want Master! I want Master!!"

Crying and shouting, he kicked Chong Xuan Sheng, then turned around and ran away.

"What kind of disciple does Jiang Wang teach?" Chong Xuansheng pointed at the boy's back and said to the silent Shi Shi next to him: "There is no etiquette at all, just like him! Heir to the arrogant family!"

Fourteen said nothing.

Chong Xuan Sheng slowly sat down. Due to his overweight figure, this movement did not look easy for him.

Dressed in fine clothes, he was sitting on the threshold of the study.

His voice lowered, and he said a little aggrievedly: "How can I tell this to a child?"

Fourteen sat down next to him silently and leaned gently on his shoulder.

The contemporary Prince Bowang looked up at the sky: "Those who look too close are bald, and those who look too close are stupid."