The Concubine's Daughter Travels Through Time and Space and Takes the Road of Confrontation

Luzon opened his mouth wide and spat out a mouthful of blood. He covered his cheek and looked forward, but the woman was nowhere to be seen.

Lu Rong hid behind a tree and saw the situation in the pavilion clearly. Seeing two people being beaten, she quickly covered her mouth for fear of laughing out loud.

Lu Yun patted the dust off her hands and gestured to her sister, "I feel much better now."

Lu Rong's eyes sparkled. "Your temper is really-really good." As she spoke, she waved her arms in relief.

The two people in the pavilion were furious and looked around for her, but they couldn't find her. Seeing that it was getting late, they had to deal with important matters. They hadn't come to Qingping Temple to quarrel with a wild girl.

Luzon looked at the handprint on his face, his eyes flashing. "Brother Wang, your face——"

The white-robed scholar hissed, "Your hand was so heavy, it must have left a mark on your face. I won't be attending this literary gathering. Brother Lu, go by yourself."

Luzon took two steps and then stopped. "Can I put it on my face——"

Wang Shusheng pretended to look him over for a few times, his expression normal. "Don't worry, Brother Lu. There's not a trace of anything."

Luzon touched his cheek doubtfully and bowed to say goodbye to his brother.

After seeing the person leave, Wang Shusheng's eyes showed some malice. He spat on the ground and left.

Wenhui was in a pavilion on the back mountain of Qingping Temple. Seeing a corner of the pavilion from afar, Luzon stopped, straightened his clothes, and adjusted his headscarf. After confirming that everything was correct, he slowed down, straightened his posture, and strode over.

There were already four or five people sitting in the pavilion, one of whom was the second master of the Lu family who almost became his father-in-law.

Several people were listening intently to the host's comments on the article. When they heard footsteps outside, they all turned to look.

Luzon looked straight ahead and saluted respectfully, "I, Luzon, greet you all."

The Fifth Prince was dumbfounded. He looked to his friend, Master Lu Er, for help. Master Lu Er was also shocked. Since this matter involved the Lu family, he could not say much.

Zhao Qingyu coughed lightly, pretending not to see the two slap marks on his face, and said calmly, "Mr. Lu, there is no need to be so polite. Please take a seat."

Qian Ming tried hard to ignore the traces on his face and gave up his seat to sit on the other side. Among the group, only Zhao Qingtang, the youngest, kept looking at Luzon with a strange expression.

Luzon was extremely humble. After repeated refusals, he finally lifted the hem of his robe and sat on the stool. He looked at the Fifth Prince with a gaze filled with a thirst for knowledge. "Hearing your comments on the article from afar is like hearing heavenly music, and my ears are brightened and my mind is clear."

The fifth prince had an elegant nickname called Jinling Jushi. Because his articles were exquisite, incisive, and well-regulated, he was praised by many dignitaries. For example, Lu Jijiu had praised Jinling Jushi's talent many times in public, so Jinling Jushi was very famous among literati.

However, most people only know about Jinling Jushi, but they don’t know that Jinling Jushi is actually the fifth prince Tan Mao.

It was such a funny face, but the person opposite him was so serious, not noticing anything at all. The Fifth Prince was having a hard time holding back. "Mr. Lu, thank you for the compliments. Here are a few more articles. Mr. Lu, you might want to take a look first. If you have any thoughts, you can share them with us."

Seeing that he finally lowered his head, the Fifth Prince let out a breath, quickly took out a page of article, and put it in front of his face. While reading it, he turned his head to discuss with Master Lu Er.

Qian Ming was a man of integrity and integrity. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to the discussion between the two, occasionally lowering his head to make a few notes.

Zhao Qingtang looked left and right, and just as he opened his mouth twice, he was kicked. Zhao Qingyu remained calm. "If you don't understand something, just ask me. Don't disturb others."

Zhao Qingtang nodded in confusion.

Luzon had long known from his father that Jinling Jushi was the Fifth Prince, but he had never told anyone else. Upon learning that Jinling Jushi was hosting a literary gathering in the mountains behind Qingping Temple, he had already prepared a draft, intending to present it to the Fifth Prince. If he could gain the Fifth Prince's favor, he could then mention it to His Majesty. That would be perfect.

Luzon picked up the pen very quickly and finished writing several pages in one go, taking only a cup of tea to finish.

Holding the paper high, Luzon puffed up his lips and blew on it a few times, then slowly stood up and walked to the three people, presenting it with both hands. "Please give me some comments, Master Jinling."

The face covered with ten slap marks magnified before him. The Fifth Prince's pupils shrank slightly, and his mouth opened and closed, but in the end, he said nothing. He took the article and commented seriously, "Master Lu's article is truly a splendid work, but the overly ornate words actually diminish the purpose. This article has an excellent idea, and it's worth exploring further."

Luzon was overjoyed. He took the article back with great joy and bowed, saying, "Thank you, senior. I will definitely keep this in mind."

"I'm late, it's already started." A voice came from outside the pavilion.

At this moment, Luzon's body trembled with joy. It turned out that God had treated him well. "I have met the Third Prince."

The third prince appeared in front of everyone, wearing a pine green brocade uniform and a gold crown inlaid with turquoise.

Signaling everyone to be polite, the Third Prince took the vacated seat of honor. He looked at everyone, his gaze lingering on Lu Zon's face for a moment, and said meaningfully, "Everyone says Lord Lu has a good temper, but I didn't expect Master Lu to be no less." After saying this, he looked at his younger brother and smiled, "I was just passing by. I heard that the famous Jinling Layman was holding a literary gathering here, so I came here to broaden my horizons."

The Fifth Prince pretended not to recognize him and bowed, "Thank you, Your Highness. Thank you for your compliment."

The third prince looked at it for a while, made a few comments, and then left with his men.

Following closely, Zhao Qingyu stood up and said goodbye, "Senior, I remembered that I have something to do, so I'll take my leave first."

The Fifth Prince saw that he looked strange and nodded immediately. "The matter is urgent. It's okay for Master Zhao to go."

Wenzhu trotted behind the young master and said, "Young master, slow down." I know you are in a hurry, but this matter cannot be rushed, my master.

It usually takes half an incense stick of time to walk from the back mountain to the courtyard, but today it took only a cup of tea and the courtyard wall could already be seen.

Zhao Qingyu suddenly stopped, staring straight ahead with red eyes, and slammed his right hand, which was hanging on both sides of his body, against the tree trunk beside him.

"Young Master!" Wen Zhu screamed, "Your hand." Blood oozed from the joints, and the back of his hand was visibly swollen.

I am so close to you, but why do I feel so far away? So far that I will never be able to stand by your side again in this life.

Zhao Qingyu leaned against the wall and sat down on the ground dejectedly. He sat there from the afternoon until the last trace of orange clouds disappeared in the sky.

He finally moved, holding onto the wall and stood up. "Wenzhu, go knock on the door."

Wenzhu took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock a few times.

"Who is it?" It was Xiangxing's voice. Wenzhu knocked three times again and the door opened.

Xiang Xing was holding a lantern and was looking at him. "I knew it was you. Come in quickly." After saying that, she handed the lantern to Wen Zhu and turned to go in and answer.

Lu Ling heard some movement at the door, walked to the door and looked outside, then immediately turned around and sat back at the desk when she heard footsteps.

"You--" Lu Ling just stood up when she was hugged by someone. His two arms clamped her body tightly, and she couldn't move at all.

Finally, he released his strength, and their bodies moved a little apart. Their eyes met, and Lu Ling felt her whole body burning.

"You——" He had just said one word when the rest of his words were blocked by someone.

Xiang Xing and Wen Zhu were sitting in the west wing. Wen Zhu held her face in her hands and looked at the figure reflected in the window with a kind face. He reached out and poked Xiang Xing, "Sister, does your mother have any guests today?"

Xiang Xing glared at him. "There are only the wives and a few young ladies in the mansion."