Chapter 319 Red Dust Baixue, I'm Troubling You

No matter which sect's cultivator, it is an extremely honorable thing to become the prince's husband.

The so-called ignoring the world of mortals depends on whether the world of mortals is enough or not.

For big disciples like Gu Qing and Xiang Wanshu, it is not very attractive to spend years of practice in exchange for such honors.

But if it is the teacher of the God Emperor, it is a different matter.

The important thing is that Xiang Wanshu is not asking the question on his own behalf.

It was only at this time that Gu Qing knew that he had entered Prince Jingxin's mansion. There were many speculations in the practice circle about why the Qingshan Sect suddenly became involved in the royal family's affairs. Logically speaking, the Zhongzhou Sect, who should be most vigilant, remained silent all along. Now it finally couldn't help it.

"Shen Mofeng owes Concubine Hu Gui a favor. Your senior brother Tong Yan knows exactly what happened."

After Lu Qing gave an answer, he didn't say anything else.

Naturally, Xiang Wanshu didn't believe it, but there was nothing he could do.

No matter how precious a few fruits are, they can't be eaten for too long, and if there is no result after testing, there is no need to continue the conversation, so the two left.

Gu Qing returned to the well house, greeted the well merchant and others, and returned to the room.

Looking at the snow outside the window, he suddenly remembered the scene of making tea on Shenmo Peak that year, so he went to the back garden.

Now there are many wild cats in the back garden of the well house, naturally because the white ghosts like them.

With it here, Jingli, who often comes to play, does not have to worry about being bitten or scratched by wild cats.

Lu Qing was worried about other issues, such as whether Master's nephew would be taught to be a gambler by Master White Ghost.

"Maybe you are fighting against Master."

He looked at the wall covered with dead vines covered with residual snow, and said softly: "But children are always innocent."

The withered vines moved slightly, and the remaining snow rustled down. Liu Ada came out from inside, his body was covered with snow, and he looked even fatter.

It looked at Gu Qing without speaking, and his eyes were full of mockery.

"Mimi, Mimi, I'm back. It snowed too much last night. My husband was worried that the hut would be crushed, so I left school early."

Jing Li's happy voice came from outside the garden.

Lu Qing made a wry smile silently, bowed his hands to Liu Ada in salute, his figure fluttered slightly, and flew up to the wall.

Jingli ran into the back garden, her boots picked up a lot of snowflakes, her face was flushed.

Just as Lu Qing was about to leave, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and looked at him seriously, his expression changed slightly.

Jing Li's breathing is very steady, even if she is running so fast, and there is a rhythm between her long breaths, which faintly fits with some kind of heaven and earth truth.

"Yumen breathing method?"

Gu Qing was very surprised, looked at the white cat who was walking towards the withered vines with Jing Li, and thought to himself, are you actually teaching this child how to practice?

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Xiang Wanshu returned to Prince Jing Xin's mansion, told Grand Tutor Liang a few words about meeting Gu Qing, and then went to meditate on his own.

Taifu Liang sat in the study, looked at the falling snow outside the window, thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what the Qingshan sect wanted to do.

Suddenly, a subject came over with a letter of thanks, saying that someone wanted to see the prince.

Taifu Liang took a look at the greeting card and was a little surprised.

It's not because the snow is big, but because this greeting post is cleaner than snow, without a single word, and naturally there is no signature.

There are countless officials and practitioners who want to pay homage to Prince Jing Xin. To send this greeting card to him, at least three tests must be passed.

It must not be easy to use a blank greeting card to pass the three levels and hand it in front of yourself.

Taifu Liang thought for a moment, then said, "Bring that man here."

The person who came was a fat man, wearing very ordinary clothes, and besides the snow flakes, there were some years of oil stains on the shoes.

To be able to still smile at Grand Tutor Liang and pretend to be harmless to humans and animals, just as the Tutor thought, this fat man must not be easy.

The fat man is not a practitioner, and the prince's mansion still hasn't let down its vigilance. There are obviously masters hidden in the study, and there are figures behind the screen.

These arrangements were not deliberately concealed, the fat man smiled and said nothing, as if he didn't know, he just reminded: "My lord thinks that this matter can be heard by others."

Liang Taifu said blankly, "Who are you and what's the matter?"

The fat man said: "I am the shopkeeper and chef of a tavern in Chaoge City. Nine years ago, Lord Shi Fengchen of the Qingtian Division asked me to do something."

Liang Taifu frowned slightly, and said, "Then?"

For him, this moment is easy to remember.

Nine years ago in Mingcui Valley outside Chaoge City, Zhao Layue, the master of Qingshan Shenmo Peak, was assassinated by Bulaolin assassins and nearly died.

The fat man said: "Master is worried that the prince will forget about this matter, so he asked me to make a special trip to remind him."

Taifu Liang was silent for a moment, then said, "Evidence?"

"Of course there is evidence. Shi Fengchen is a fastidious person, and he didn't forget to finish this matter before he died."

Fatty looked at Mrs. Liang's expression, knew what he was thinking, and said, "Those evidences may not make the Zhongzhou faction give up on you, but what about Yi Mao Zhai?"

Mrs. Liang's expression turned ugly.

Now that Prince Jing Xin is gaining momentum in the court, besides the support from the Zhongzhou faction, the most important thing is that Yimao Zhai clearly opposes the second prince's succession to the throne.

With the style of a Maozhai scholar, once they know that Prince Jing Xin once colluded with Bulaolin... I'm afraid they would rather sit on the throne as a fox!

Finally, the fat man smiled and asked the most troublesome question.

"You should be very clear about the style of the Qingshan Sect. As long as they believe in this, the prince will not only talk about succession, but also about whether he can live or not."

Mrs. Liang stared at the fat man's face and said, "You've already been wiped out, so what's the use of a lonely kid like you?"

The fat man said without fear, "You should be very clear about icebergs on the sea."

Mrs. Liang suddenly laughed and said, "I'm curious, who are you listening to now? Xihai? Or some sect with files?"

The fat man said seriously: "We only listen to the higher-ups, whether it's Xihai or anyone else, it's the higher-ups anyway."

The combination of the bottom and the top is one body with two sides, and the forest of immortality will exist forever.

Mrs. Liang was silent for a long time, and said, "What do you want to do?"

The fat man said, "You will be notified when the time comes."

Liang Taifu said, "One piece."

The fat man said, "Liangqing."

Liang Taifu said: "No."

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The figure behind the screen moved slightly, and Prince Jing Xin came out.

There are no other hidden masters in the study, only him.

Compared with the old plum garden back then, his face was slightly paler, and all the nobility and arrogance had been contained in his body, making him look quite calm.

Jing Xin went to sit opposite Master Liang.

The two sat opposite each other speechless.

The snow fell silently outside the window.

The cold air gradually enveloped the study room.

I don't know how long it took, Jing Xin sighed and said, "I haven't done anything wrong in my life, just this one."

Liang Taifu said: "Time is a river, the past is gone, and we can only look forward."

Nine years ago, his younger brother Liang Xingcheng died of a serious illness, turning into a drop of water in the river of time.

Who would have thought that this matter is not over yet.

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(The title of this chapter... immediately returns to Jiang Ye, Red Walls and White Snow, I want you to like it. The romance I wrote when I was young is really beautiful, and there is also a romance part, but it doesn’t necessarily mean the relationship between men and women in the world of mortals. It’s between people, between people and cats and dogs, and between bamboo chairs, flowers, trees, and everything in the world. Well, I didn’t say it.)