Chapter 443

This severed bone came from an unknown big monster, so it was naturally precious, but even Canglong's stomach couldn't digest it, so it could only be effective if it was ground into powder.

Jing Jiu was very satisfied with his arrangement, no matter whether it was in terms of not wasting waste or being sophisticated.

The Zhao family and the Jing family have Gu Qing to take care of them, and they send pills every year, so they don't need to take care of them.

After finishing this task, he turned around and walked out of the house, ready to find the next sharpening stone.

Duke Lu confirmed that he really did not remember what he said in Guocheng Temple, and said helplessly, "Your Majesty is under a lot of pressure now, would you like to go into the palace to have a look?"

The fact that Prince Jing Yao has grown up means that Prince Jing Xin has been imprisoned for several years. The courtiers and various forces with the background of the Zhongzhou faction have become restless again. Since the year before last, memorials have been handed to the palace, begging His Majesty for mercy. After World War I at Guocheng Temple, this pressure became more and more clear, because the Zhongzhou faction and many people began to doubt whether there was any new agreement reached between the royal family and Qingshan. Your Majesty can say that he is going to worship, and the meeting is just in time, but how many people will believe it?

"If you kill Jing Xin, or send him to become a monk in Guocheng Temple, no one will make trouble anymore."

Jing Jiu didn't understand the power of the emperor, and he never cared about it, so the advice he gave was very direct.

Logically speaking, this is indeed the best way to solve the current problem. That is what he suggested back then. The problem is that the best method does not mean the most suitable method. Not to mention intensifying conflicts, just talking about father and son is also troublesome.

Lord Lu was so shocked by this sentence that he didn't know what to say. He didn't dare to continue discussing this matter with Jing Jiu. He thought of one thing and reported it: "I took the initiative to return the box of gold leaves to Mr. Li a few years ago. What do you think?"

What did Jing Jiu think of Li? What son?

Seeing his expression, Lu Gongguo knew that he forgot, smiled and said, "It's the prefect in Dayuan City."

When Jing Jiu and Guo Dong traveled around the world to recuperate their wounds, they lived in a nunnery outside Dayuan City for a long time. There they met a Mr. Li who could play the piano. Later, Mr. Li's family fell into ruin, and even the last old ancestral painting was cheated by a so-called friend. When leaving Dayuan City, Jing Jiu left a box of gold leaves for Mr. Li, but unexpectedly, he was sent to Chaoge City and delivered to the disciples of Duke Lu's subordinates.

Later, when the painting was found, that friend naturally did not end well. Gu Qing was always so reassuring when he did things.

Jing Jiu thought of these things and hummed.

Duke Lu thumped in his heart, felt that the sound was so unpredictable, he immediately became nervous, and said: "Prefect Li made a memorial to ask Prince Jingyao to be his heir, which caused these disasters, but the evidence of his accepting bribes is solid, there is really no way to reverse the case, it is not bad to be able to come out and return to Dayuan City to be a rich man."

Jing Jiu hummed again.

Duke Lu recognized the meaning of the um this time, it was a calm and steady affirmation, he breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

It was ten years ago that Sanqianyuan recuperated. Duke Lu still remembers this little incident, just like Jing Shang still remembers cleaning and tidying his study every day. Jing Jiu felt that he had to respond, so he promised Duke Lu to go to the palace.

Governing the country is as difficult as cultivating the Tao, but the former is more troublesome, more verbose, and more boring.

Jing Jiu was not good at it, and he didn't want to think about it. In the palace, he just drank tea with the emperor and chatted some gossip, such as what happened in Shuiyue Nunnery.

The Emperor of God glanced at him with a half-smile. If he was still a teenager at this time, this smile might be described as narrow.

Jing Jiu understood what he meant and said, "Don't ask."

The God Emperor raised his eyebrows, did not continue the topic, looked at his right hand, and asked, "Can it be cured?"

"Go to Yunmeng Mountain to get a fairy scroll, and it will be ready immediately."

Naturally, it was impossible for the Zhongzhou faction to come up with another celestial scroll. Jing Jiu's words could be understood as a joke, and also meant that this matter was difficult.

The Emperor of God thought for a while and said, "I don't know how you plan to treat it. If you need something like pills and magic weapons, you may be able to find some in the palace."

"Let the shutter roller tell me something." Jing Jiu waved his hand, turned and walked out of the hall.

His injury could not be cured by pills, and there were some good treasures in the palace. The problem was that no matter how high the magic weapon was or if the natural material was not hard enough, it would be useless, such as the bird egg.

In another palace, Concubine Hu Gui held Prince Jing Yao's hand, stood under a tree and looked forward to Jing Jiu's arrival.

Both she and Jing Yao felt a little nervous. The former was thinking about the relationship between Jing Jiu and His Majesty and the movement in Chaoge City in the past few years, while the latter was because of the pressure brought about by meeting the patriarch. But they didn't wait for Jing Jiu's arrival, they only waited for the news that Jing Jiu had left the palace.

Concubine Hu Gui was a little disappointed and complained in a low voice. Jing Yao is only a teenager, but he sees things more transparently than his mother. He persuaded him: "The Patriarch has no intention of worldly affairs, but is a real fairy-like figure. If you can see it, you are destined, but if you can't see it, let it go."

Concubine Hu Gui curled her lips and said, "If he really doesn't care about worldly affairs, no matter how high his realm is, what good will it do my son?"

"Mother is wrong."

Jing Yao said with a smile: "The patriarch is the patriarch, and I am the disciple. The higher the patriarch's realm, the better I will be. If the patriarch's realm is the highest in the world, I will be the best in the world."

This truth is so simple that even a fifteen-year-old boy can understand it, but those who think too much, such as Concubine Hu Gui, can't understand it, or they don't want to believe such a simple truth. Back then, many Qingshan disciples didn't figure it out, so they had so much resentment towards Master Jingyang who couldn't retreat on Shenmo Peak.

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Autumn in Duke Lu's mansion is as cold as other places in Chaoge City, but the smell of burning leaves from a distance adds a bit of smoke and fire.

The blind doorman sat in the courtyard with his face turned sideways, listening to the crackling sound of burning leaves outside the courtyard wall, with a pleasant smile on his face, and suddenly listening to the movement in the house, his expression changed suddenly, thinking, which treasure are these prodigal men planning to harm today?

There is a flower stand in Lu Guogong's bedroom, and a very secret and delicate mechanism is connected behind it. As long as the mechanism is touched, the things on the flower stand will fall down.

Over the past twenty-three years, there have been several pieces of precious porcelain that have fallen here one after another and turned into pieces, enough to set up an excellent house in Chaoge City.

Lu Ming held a pastel hollowed-out revolving heart bottle, and carefully placed it on the flower stand, and he was relieved after confirming that there was no shaking and nothing would happen.

After thinking about it, the final fate of the bottle would still be broken, and he couldn't help feeling that his previous caution was a bit ridiculous.

"Now there are many people in the imperial court who are guessing what kind of agreement between His Majesty and Qingshan, and there are people who have guessed. It is really ridiculous."

Duke Lu picked up the teacup, took a sip of Autumn's favorite black tea, and said, "How did they know that it's not that Qingshan wants to enter Chaoge City and compete with Zhongzhou, but that His Majesty wants to borrow Qingshan's sword."

Lu Ming said: "The problem is that only Shenmo Peak has been on the Qingshan School's side, and the immortal master is still short in cultivation. I'm afraid it won't be able to control the scene at that time."

Lu Guogong glanced at his son, thinking that you know what a fart.

He didn't say this sentence, but Lu Ming understood it through his father's eyes, thinking bitterly, if you don't say anything, of course I don't know anything.

Lu Guogong thought about His Majesty's confession, and said with emotion: "In the past, I thought Immortal Master Jing Jiu was a free spirit, ignorant of world affairs, but today I realized that one method can master all methods, that is, acting skills, and the immortal master is also very good."

Lu Ming didn't understand, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"All these years, the immortal master has been pretending not to know that the curtain-roller is the eyes of the court, and even I believe it. Isn't this acting not good?"

Lu Guogong thought of what Jing Jiu gave him again, and said to his son: "Gather the whole family together after dinner, I have something important to say to my father."

He paused, and then said: "As far as the people in my family are concerned, don't be disturbed by your aunt Chi."

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After dinner, everyone in the Duke's Mansion prepared to drink some tea and tell some jokes to amuse the Duke of Guo as usual, but found that the atmosphere tonight was a bit strange.

The tea that should have been served a long time ago has never been served, the Duke sitting at the top is a little absent-minded, and the son of the world is often distracted, looking behind his eyes from time to time.

Aunt Chi is the younger sister of the Duke's wife. Last year, she went to Beijing with her master to seek business. She was invited to live in the Duke's mansion. She was also a very shrewd old woman. Seeing that the situation was not right, she took her daughter-in-law and a few granddaughters to escape in advance because of a headache.

Immediately afterwards, all the servants in charge also left the flower hall, and the door was closed tightly. The three generations of the Lu family looked at each other, wondering what they were going to do? Especially the big house who has done a lot of tricks on the accounts over the years, is extremely nervous.

Lu Ming walked to the back, brought out a big teapot, touched the body of the pot with his hand, looked at Lu Guogong worriedly and said: "It's a bit cold, is it bad?"

Lu Guogong said: "The tea is not important, the key is the medicine."

Lu Ming's daughter-in-law hurriedly got up and said, "I was watching myself when I was suffering earlier, and I didn't let anyone pass by."

Duke Lu was always satisfied with this daughter-in-law, Moxu smiled and said, "That's fine, let's share it with everyone."

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The tea in the bowls looked black, and they didn't know what was inside, but the masters in the Duke's mansion were extremely shrewd. Seeing that the Duke waited for Aunt Chi to leave before speaking, and seeing how cautious Lu Ming and his wife were when sharing the tea, and seeing that there was almost exactly the same amount of tea in each bowl, they all knew that the tea must be extremely valuable. After the Duke spoke, he poured the tea into his mouth without saying a word.

The taste of the tea soup is indeed a bit strange, with powder mixed in it, it feels a bit like the noodle tea that Lengshan likes to eat, and a bit like the batter of Yujun. Fortunately, they hadn't cleaned up yet, and the dishes and chopsticks were all there. Some people picked up the chopsticks and began to pull them. For a while, this sound was everywhere in the hall, as if another meal had been opened.

Some younger grandchildren smelled the fishy smell coming from the bowl and didn't want to drink it, but their parents forcibly poured it in.

Everyone's demeanor and reaction fell into Lu Guogong's eyes. He was not angry, but felt very relieved. Back then he chose his youngest son, Lu Ming Chengjue. Of course the other two sons would have opinions, but they digested them well and turned their opinions and anger into a motivation to make money.

In a place like the Duke's Mansion, kindness and kindness can be present but are not important. The most important thing is a shrewd eye and the ability to assess the situation.

Seeing that all the tea was drunk, Duke Lu stroked his long beard again, and said, "Very well, I won't tell you what's in these tea soups, the benefits will naturally show up slowly, you just have to experience it."

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The bone of the big demon is naturally an excellent tonic, and it is a real thing that can prolong life.

To be honest, the effect of prolonging life can only be felt on the day of death. But the Duke's Mansion is full of smart people. Since they guessed that there are great benefits, their minds will naturally affect their feelings, giving rise to many good feelings, and some people even feel that they are drifting away.

For example, Luming's wife.

After the crowd dispersed, she and Lu Ming supported the old man back to the room, feeling like stepping on clouds under his feet along the way, and felt a faint heat between his brows, suddenly aroused great courage, and knelt down in front of Duke Lu with a snap.