Jiangmen Tianjiao: Reborn with funny ancestors

Jing Zhu was strict in running the army and would never allow this kind of thing to happen during wartime. However, when he thought that Jing Zhao had just learned about his life experience, it would be difficult to accept it. It was only human nature to want to evacuate, so he did not criticize him harshly.

"Zhao'er, it's because I cared too little about you in the past..."

Jing Zhu sighed and closed his eyes.

Lu Qiankun stared at the person on the bed, with a trace of struggle in his eyes.

It wasn't that he had feelings for Jing Zhu, but he was thinking in his mind that now that his identity had changed, it would be a pity to let Jing Zhu die like this.

"Fifth Uncle, you said that I am your biological son. Can you call those generals to come over and clear my name?"

Jing Zhu opened his eyes and stared at Jing Zhao sharply, "What? Have you thought about recognizing me?"

Lu Qiankun looked troubled: "Let me tell you about the fact that I was sold to Nanyang as a slave last year."

Lu Qiankun made up an extremely miserable story about how the original owner was plotted by his aunt's mother and brother and sold to slave traders, how he wandered on the sea, and finally returned to Nanchu. Gave it to Jing Zhu.

Jing Zhu actually didn't have much affection for his son. He wanted to recognize him at this time, but he also wanted to see that he could defeat his eldest brother, his ability was good, he could gain face in front of the Nanchu Emperor, and he was worthy of training.

Now that he was injured, it was time to use his son.

After listening to Lu Qiankun's narration, I still felt a little guilty, but this guilt was quickly suppressed.

He thought about Lu Qiankun's proposal, and then said: "Actually, it will be more beneficial to you if you stay in the big house. From now on, I will take care of you secretly. We, father and son, can work together in the imperial court, and the Jing family can reach a higher level." "

Lu Qiankun was an emperor, so Jing Zhu couldn't hide the twists and turns in his heart. He sneered and said: "Uncle Wu has a big plan. Since you told me about your life yesterday, you must let me see you." How do you feel about me being true and false?"

Jing Zhu thinks this is Jing Zhao's motivation, and it is also a kind of vanity of young people.

At this time, he was about to win over Jing Zhao, and Jing Zhu was calculating the pros and cons in his mind.

Jing Zhu doesn't resent his son's struggle for power.

He never expected that Jing Zhao had murderous intentions towards him. After all, he was still in Hanyang at this time, and it was not in Jing Zhao's interest to kill him.

After weighing the situation, Jing Zhu said to Lu Qiankun, "Go and call General Wang and others. They only need to know your life experience."

Lu Qiankun was overjoyed, knowing that those named by Jing Zhu were all his cronies.

As long as these cronies know that Jing Zhao is Jing Zhu's biological son, even if he kills Jing Zhu, as long as he is not caught, these people will become his people after Jing Zhu dies.

Lu Qiankun stayed in Jing Zhu's room until very late before returning to his yard.

He walked lightly, the corners of his lips couldn't help but turn up, and his peach blossom eyes shone with light. Lu Chengji, who was starving in the room, became furious when he saw him like this.

"You bastard, you don't have your biological father at all in your heart! I'm almost starving to death, and you just came back now."

Jing Zhao's heart was filled with joy as if a basin of cold water had been poured from head to toe. How could he have forgotten that his biological father was still in the yard, waiting to be fed?

In order to avoid being spied on, he had no servants in the courtyard to serve him. Every day when it was time to eat, the kitchen would deliver the food to the entrance of the courtyard, and he would get it himself.

Today, he ate his meal in Jingzhu's yard, so the kitchen naturally sent his meal to Jingzhu's yard.

"Dad, don't worry, I'll get you some food right away!"

Lu Qiankun ran away and came in with a food box after a while.

Lu Chengji devoured the simple four dishes and one soup with great enthusiasm.

After burping, Lu Chengji put down his chopsticks, stroked his belly and asked, "Are the arrangements made?"

Lu Qiankun said: "After nightfall, you pretend to be a guard, and I will take you to sneak over secretly.

When the time comes, I will pretend to be on duty and lure away the two guards outside his room. You can go in and kill him quickly, then quickly escape back to the courtyard.

Remember, throw the guard's clothes into the well on the way. "

Lu Chengji nodded. Normally, he might not be able to defeat Jing Zhu, but now that Jing Zhu was seriously injured, it was not difficult to kill him with Lu Chengji's martial arts.

"Your kid just took off his pants and farted. You feed him poison directly. It will save you trouble!"

Lu Qiankun's eyes flickered. He actually refused to take action himself, not only because Jing Zhu was the biological father of the original owner, but also because he wanted to leave a way out for himself.

He poisoned himself and exposed himself too easily.

With Lu Chengji pretending to be an assassin, he could abdicate the responsibility.

"Dad, do you think my grandson's wife will really let me go back to Nanchu?"

This is what Lu Qiankun is most worried about.

Now, as a Southern Chu native, he would not have any development if he stayed in Li country.

But after returning to Nanchu, there was a large Jing family at his disposal.

As soon as he raised his butt, his father guessed what he was thinking. Lu Chengji rolled his eyes and said:

"You have been reborn, but you still can't let go of those powerful people. You are really a piece of rotten wood!"

Lu Qiankun licked his face to please his father: "Dad, don't I want to open up a peaceful place for generations of our ancestors and grandchildren? The situation in Dali is complicated, and the Chu family is powerful. We can't do anything about them now. I am checking and balancing in Nanchu, and Chu Tianjiao will also have some scruples."

Lu Chengji snorted coldly and said in a tone full of disdain: "Just you? Fighting with Chu Tianjiao? All your dirty tricks are of no use to her now!

Son, I would like to advise you that in the face of true strength, all conspiracies and tricks are in vain.

Now in Dali, Yuan Qing is about to ascend the throne. Yu'er will inherit the throne. Chu Tianjiao is married to Yu'er. They will give birth to children who will inherit the throne in the future, and they will also be of the blood of our Lu family.

This result is already the best result for the Lu family. What else do you want? "

Lu Qiankun was speechless.

Of course he knew what his father said made sense, but he just wasn't used to handing over authority to others.

It is more secure to hold rights tightly in your own hands.

That night, Lu Qiankun went to Jing Zhu's yard again.

Jing Zhu felt that after recognizing his biological son, his son was quite filial.

Lu Qiankun helped Jing Zhu take medicine. The medicine contained ingredients that helped him sleep. It was prescribed by a military doctor and was useful in helping seriously injured patients recover.

When Jing Zhu fell asleep, Jing Zhao left the room.

He first chatted with the two guards guarding the door.

The two people standing guard at the door had actually heard the words of father and son recognizing each other in the room, and they were naturally respectful to Jing Zhao.

"Wang Wu, Xu Liu, you two eldest brothers have worked really hard. We will go back to Nanchu tomorrow. I invite you two to go to Goulanli and have a good time!"

Wang Wu and Xu Liu knew that this young master only liked this, so they laughed softly and said, "Thank you so much, Master Ten..."

Jing Zhao began to talk about the charisma of several oirans from Nanchu, and how proud he was when he was selected by the oiran Fengxian and became a guest at the curtain. Wang Wu and Xu Liu were stunned.

There was a draft in the corridor outside Jing Zhu's bedroom. Jing Zhao rubbed his hands and stamped his feet. As if unintentionally, he put his arm around the shoulders of Wang Wu and Xu Liu, pointed to the wing in front and said, "I'm going to guard Wu tonight." Uncle, let’s go to the wing to chat. I’ve prepared some hot wine, and the two eldest brothers will take a few sips to warm themselves up. We’re here because we’re afraid of disturbing Uncle Wu who is sleeping.”

Wang Wu and Xu Liu had responsibilities, so of course they did not dare to leave casually, but the man in front of them was their little master, so they were a little embarrassed.

Lu Qiankun continued to lie: "Let's leave the door of the wing open so that we can see this side at a glance. What's the difference between us and you standing guard at the door? Let's go. Are you not giving me face?"

He pretended to be angry, and when the two of them thought that what he said made sense, they followed him into the opposite wing after hesitation.

When entering the room, Lu Qiankun deliberately lagged behind and blocked the doorway. At this moment, a black shadow quickly jumped over and slipped into Jing Zhu's room.