Jackie Chan's Son-in-Law

Chapter 82 Vacuum Hometown!

Watching Mu Xianniang leave, Chen Qing stroked his chin, lost in thought.

This woman does indeed possess a certain mystique.

Since he started writing martial arts novels, I have talked with Mr. Yang about martial arts training many times. According to Mr. Yang, the martial arts that people in this era practice are often killing techniques, pursuing the goal of defeating the enemy with one strike, or even killing the enemy with one strike.

However, there are indeed people who have practiced kung fu to a high level, just like Mr. Yang said, "manifest strength and hidden strength."

Legend has it that if you practice to the highest level, you can reach the Transformation Realm, but at that level, you can't kill someone with a light tap of your palm.

Even Mr. Yang had only heard of what it looked like, but had never seen it.

Could it be that this Mu Xianniang is really fifty years old and has even reached a high level of martial arts?

Chen Qing pondered for a while, then shook his head, rejecting the idea.

Even if one's appearance remains youthful, the marks of time are still evident in one's expression and speech. This Mu Xianniang certainly doesn't look like someone over fifty.

The fact that she could open the window with a simple wave of her hand just now is likely a smokescreen by some people within the White Lotus Sect.

These folk religious sects employ numerous deceptive tactics to spread their teachings among the people, with some members specializing in studying these methods to create a mystical or supernatural illusion.

As Chen Qing was pondering, Prince Jiang's voice grew closer. Chen Qing snapped out of his thoughts, turned around, and opened the door to the private room. Sure enough, he saw Prince Jiang outside. Chen Qing smiled, stepped forward, and bowed, saying, "Prince, how have you been these past few days?"

The chubby boy breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Chen Qing, patted his chest, and said, "I've finally found you!"

Chen Qing invited him into the private room. The chubby boy looked around, then at the two cups of tea on the table, his expression turning somewhat strange: "Who were you having tea with just now?"

Chen Qing said with a smile, "I met a fellow villager in the capital. He has just left. Please sit down, Your Highness. I will get you a different tea set."

The chubby boy sniffed, then looked at Chen Qing with a playful smile: "It's a woman."

"You're not being honest."

The chubby boy stared at Chen Qing and said with a smile, "Miss Gu is so beautiful and has been so kind to you all the way. You've only just arrived in the capital and you're already looking for other girls."

He sat down by himself and looked at Chen Qing, saying, "Miss Gu has attracted a lot of attention on her journey from Huzhou. If it weren't for the people from the Yiluan Division following her, she might not have been able to reach the capital safely."

"You rascal, you don't know how lucky you are."

Chen Qing replaced the tea set for the chubby boy and poured him a cup of tea. Then, looking at Prince Jiang, he smiled and said, "It's really not what you think, Prince. I'm a very honest person."

The chubby boy rolled his eyes at him.

"You're not honest at all. I've seen it all along. Besides Miss Gu, you'll probably ruin other girls in the future."

At this point, he lowered his head and took a sip of tea. After swallowing the tea, he frowned, shook his head, and said, "It's not as good as the Gu family's tea."

Chen Qing didn't reply, but simply asked with a smile, "Your Highness, are you getting used to life in the capital?"

The chubby boy frowned and said, "It's too cold. I can't get used to it. I'll go back to Bianzhou after this winter and when spring comes."

At this point, he looked at Chen Qing and said with a smile, "I came to see you today because I have something to tell you."

"Yesterday, I met up with a lot of people I know and made plans to have dinner with them tomorrow night."

He looked at Chen Qing and said with a smile, "When the time comes, you'll come with me, and I'll introduce you to everyone."

Chen Qing took a sip of tea himself, and upon hearing this, he put down his teacup and looked at the Prince of Zhou in front of him.

"Your Highness, is it absolutely necessary to go?"

The chubby boy frowned deeply: "The people I introduced you to are countless in this capital city; you could never meet them even if you tried your hardest. Why are you acting like this?"

Chen Qing poured tea for Prince Jiang, shook his head slightly, and said, "I have no background and no official rank. In the capital, I am just an insignificant grain of sand."

Chen Qing remained calm. He looked at Prince Jiang and said softly, "What do those important figures want with me?"

"In other words, what can I do even if I meet them?"

He shook his head and said, "It's nothing more than sitting together for a meal, exchanging compliments, and that's it."

Chen Qing looked at Prince Jiang and shook his head, saying, "The reason you were able to persuade them to see me is probably because you told them my identity as Deqing Xiaoxiaosheng. To put it bluntly, using this identity to see them is just to give them something new to see."

Having connections doesn't mean you have connections just because you know people.

True connections are those who can help you, and whom you can also help.

Only when there is the ability to mutually benefit each other, or at least the ability to give the other party some advantages, can it be called a network of connections, and only then is it possible to achieve a cooperation, or even a long-term, sustainable cooperation.

Chen Qing now only has some spare money, and he really can't help these nobles in the capital.

Going to meet them and have a meal is nothing more than providing fodder for those important people's gossip; to put it bluntly, it's not much different from a monkey performing tricks. The chubby boy, who was drinking tea, looked up at Chen Qing upon hearing this and blinked.

After a while, he came to his senses and gave Chen Qing a thumbs up.

"What a fine Chen Zizheng."

The chubby boy clapped his hands and exclaimed, "You're frighteningly clear-headed!"

Normal people would flock to meet important figures in the capital, even if it's just to become acquainted with them.

Very few people have the same awareness and understanding as Chen Qing.

The chubby boy praised Chen Qing, then looked at Chen Qing, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Chen Zizheng."

Chen Qing was refilling his teacup when he heard this. He responded and looked up to ask, "What's wrong, Your Highness?"

"Otherwise, you should go back to Huzhou to study."

He looked at Chen Qing and said seriously, "I have never liked those bookish scholars who nod their heads and talk nonsense. I think they are all a bunch of pedantic and useless pedants."

Even if they finish their studies and pass the imperial examination, it may not be of any use, and I may not even look down on them.

"But Chen Qing, you..."

The Prince of Zhou said with a serious face: "I really think you should study and take the exam. With your mindset, even if you only pass the exam and become a Jinshi, as long as you enter the officialdom, you will definitely have a place in the court in the future."

Mr. Chen was speechless and said, "I don't know when that happened."

The chubby boy shook his head and said, "I'll give you a suggestion: go to Yingtian and donate money to become a student in the Imperial Academy, study for a few years, and then come directly to the capital to take the exam..."

Chen Qing looked at him with a smile: "Young Master, let's get down to business."

“I’ll go with you as a decoration to make you look good. If I ever need your help in the future, you must help me.”

The chubby boy looked at Chen Qing with a suspicious gaze. After a long while, he sighed and asked, "How did you know I had already boasted to them?"

Chen Qing said with a smile, "Because this time it was the young master who rushed to find me, not the other way around."

"You rascal, you're really too clever."

The chubby boy looked distressed: "You should have owed me a favor, but now it's the other way around, I'm the one who owes you a favor!"

Chen Qing laughed and picked up his teacup.

"Come, I will offer you tea and wine, and toast you with a cup."

The two chatted for a long time in the teahouse. It was almost noon when Chen Qing finally left the teahouse and returned to his residence.

As soon as Chen Qing returned to his residence, he saw that Gu Pan had been waiting for him for a long time. Upon seeing him return, Miss Gu hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Big Brother, my father has been looking for you everywhere."

Chen Qing was somewhat surprised and asked, "What happened?"

"I don't know, he didn't tell me. You'll find out when you get there."

Chen Qing hurriedly went to Master Gu's study. As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Master Gu holding a small booklet and looking very serious.

"Zizheng, you're finally back."

Mr. Gu stood up, his face even showing a hint of panic: "Look!"

He handed the booklet to Chen Qing.

Chen Qing took it and read it. He saw that it said "Xia Ji Issue 12".

Chen Qing took it and flipped through it. It was indeed something he had written. After turning a couple of pages, he looked up at Master Gu and asked, "Uncle Gu, what's wrong with this?"

"Turn to the next page."

Chen Qing continued flipping through the pages, only to find that the last one or two pages of the booklet were no longer fictional stories, but rather a few lines of missionary slogans, such as "The Three Yang Calamity."

The last eight characters are particularly eye-catching.

"My mother has no life, my hometown is empty!"

Upon seeing this, Chen Qing's expression changed slightly, and he looked up at Master Gu.

Master Gu's face turned pale: "The manuscripts from the bookstores in the capital have been stolen, this issue..."

"We haven't even printed and distributed them ourselves yet."

(End of this chapter)