I have nothing but luck

When the ice and snow melted, the Fengling City Lord's Mansion endured the entire New Year, which can be called a flying dog, and survived the aftermath of Xie Huan almost drawing his sword several times, and Xie Ronghua almost drawing a knife. It can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Because Xie Ronghua is going north to Haojing.

You no longer have to worry about being fueled by others, and the nightmare will come back again after the rest of your life has just been rebuilt.

Xie Ronghua was also quite relaxed when he left. It didn't look like he was going to be an emperor who didn't know how to wait for a few years in the mysterious situation of Haojing, but rather like going to tour the mountains and rivers to swim around the world.

No, those who travel around the world are not so relaxed.

At least they had to bring money, but Xie Ronghua only brought Lu Binwei and her beloved horse.

Then there is the peace knife that never leaves the body.

When Xie Huan euphemistically stated that the financial situation of Fengling City is quite good, and that lending it to Beidi would not be a problem at all, Xie Ronghua waved his hand readily: "It doesn't matter, there are money bags with four surnames on the left and right for me, and I want to come out in a short time." It's okay."

Xie Rongjiao: ""

In his heart, he expressed his polite sympathy for the four family heads.

Thinking about it, they must never have imagined that they had finally survived this difficult cold winter in sorrow and sorrow, and were full of joy in thinking that the spring they were about to ushered in would be warm and the flowers would bloom again, but it only existed in their beautiful fantasies.

But the reality is always the peace knife that ruthlessly cuts leeks and is constantly blown by wind and rain.

As for the long term, with Lu Binwei around, there is no panic at all.

Jiang Jingxing understood Xie Ronghua's implication very well, and he did not forget to take the time to give Lu Binwei a gloating look.

When Lu Binwei thought about the books he would face in the future, Lu Youyou, who dared to boast that it was a secret, also had the idea of ​​beating up violently and smashing the palace study again on impulse.

If Xie Rongjiao hadn't tugged Jiang Jingxing's sleeve swiftly and signaled him to bid farewell, don't provoke Lu Binwei, poor fellow, the two of them might get on top for a while, counting Xie Ronghua at the gate of the mansion to start a scuffle.

Even the end of this new year is full of breath.

Sure enough, it's a bit of a problem.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

Xie Huan thought about it, and appreciated Xie Ronghua's approach. He originally wanted to persuade a few more words, the battlefield is not as good as the court, and the danger is not inferior at all.

But when the words came to my lips, it became: "Forget it, I won't say much about it, anyway, you have a peace knife."

The three of them looked at the figures of Xie Ronghua and Lu Binwei who were gradually fading out of sight, and they recited the Great Compassion Mantra twice for Bei Zhou with a tacit understanding at the same time.

The right is to be overdone in advance, the crocodile tears a little without sincerity.

Jiang Jingxing was the first to turn around and go back to the mansion, muttering: "Come here, let's guess, how many times has Xie Chuyi chopped off the imperial case in the rebuilt Hanyuan Palace in Gaojing?"

Xie Rongjiao was about to pinch his fingers and do the math with his heart, but later he said: "Forget it, I'm afraid Brother Youyou will be a bit embarrassed to do the calculation this time, it would be better if there is no desk in Hanyuan Hall, it will save money."

It fits perfectly with Bei Zhou's current state that even mice can't get into the two treasuries because of their dislike.

Xie Huan suggested on a whim: "Why don't you guess how many times the officials of the Northern Zhou Dynasty will hit the pillars?"

The crocodile's tears are just a short breath of mercy, fleeting, as fast as dew on the flowers and leaves in the morning, and the sound of falling stones gloating at others' misfortune is the most eternal human nature, which will never go out of date.

It is vividly reflected in the three people.

The steward next to the door wiped the cold sweat from his brow in disbelief, and couldn't believe that this kind of energy came from a blood-related family.

The truth is that all three were wrong.

In Xie Ronghua's letter to Fengling City, there are often many complaints, and she greeted the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the officials of the Northern Zhou Dynasty in different ways. Her tone seemed to wish she could take out the handle of the Guiyuan knife in the next moment. People blow it up, and it blows up to Zhuque Street with half of the Hanyuan Hall.

Even going as far as Xuanwumen is not something that cannot be considered.

When Xie Rongjiao worried about the life and safety of officials in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the news came that the new emperor was kind and generous, and he was tolerant of all rivers and rivers. All the officials in the court spoke freely, and opened their mouths that had been dusty for more than ten years, and they were all happy like gods .

Jiang Jingxing was silent for a while, and then confirmed: "The new lord's name is Xie Ronghua, is he from the Xie family in Fengling City?"

The messenger looked at Jiang Jingxing inexplicably, nodded while reasonably suspecting that the saint had broken his head during the battle with Mo Luo.

Tsk, so to speak, the saint is really a high-risk occupation.

Jiang Jingxing sighed and said, "It's okay, it's okay, just now I almost thought that I came to another time inexplicably spanning hundreds of years, or that the northern wilderness came back and established a new king."

Xie Rongjiao calmly picked up the teacup, "At this time of early spring, splashing tea on your face is still a bit cool."

It means that if Jiang Jingxing is really muddleheaded, he can give him a sober shot.

Jiang Jingxing couldn't care less about being surprised by Xie Ronghua, and began to lament that Xie Rongjiao had changed, and he was no longer the gentle, considerate and lovely A Ci when the two of them just expressed their hearts.

Xie Rongjiao couldn't put it into words: "Based on your description, Master, I think you really need to be sober."

Jiang Jingxing was not threatened by a mere cup of tea. After recalling the good times when they first got together, his emotions became uncontrollable, and he bitterly accused marriage of being the grave of love.

Xie Rongjiao: ""

He finally couldn't restrain his inner thoughts: "But we haven't held the joint registration ceremony yet."

Even the cemetery has not been selected, so it is too unreasonable to let love step into a non-existent tomb prematurely.

Soon Xie Rongjiao regretted it so much that he even gritted his teeth for that cup of tea.

That damn teacup should really be smashed to pieces.

Xie Rongjiao, who was tortured by Jiang Jingxing on the bed and his waist was sore and his voice was hoarse, rubbed his eye sockets that were red from crying and thought with a blank expression on his face.

Xie Ronghua's communication talisman soon arrived, explaining an abnormality:

"As for the enemy, I can hold the Taiping knife, don't show any sympathy, and just remember it for him, let him see who said what he said, and let him stop his messy thoughts as soon as possible.

But most of the officials in the DPRK are not my enemies.

They are the people I need, and I need them to manage this half of the world in the Northland in an orderly and prosperous manner.All the people in the world have entrusted me with the world, and when I take on this burden, I should have the heart to tolerate the world.How can it not tolerate the free speech of the officials above the court?Otherwise, with what face should I go to see all the people who have entrusted me with the world? "

Before Jiang Jingxing uttered words that should be admired in three days of farewell, crying bitterly to show that he was blind and wronged Xie Ronghua, he saw her ending with irritable and scribbled words:

"I understand the truth, but I can't control the hand that wants to pull out the Guiyuan knife—"

The series of "ah"s are very rich in meaning, fully expressing Xie Ronghua's heart that is on the verge of collapse.

"Ah..." After a while, she returned to the strict structure of the font, which could barely be read: "Fortunately, Youyou is here, and they have to be cautious when arguing together. Shenxi heard that I have no taboos when I speak out, which is even more embarrassing." Arriving together with the students from the academy, they can always refute that group of old immortals into silence."

Thinking about the students of the academy who can finally compete with the Confucian scholars and satisfy their lifelong wish of pointing their noses at the officials of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Xie Rongjiao couldn't help laughing: "It's just that Senior Brother Shen and the dean have suffered."

It is of course very hard for Shen Xi to mediate between the battles of hundreds of people.

Fortunately, it is already spring, and the Spring Wind Sword must be used, but if not, there is still a way to draw the sword.

It is even worse for the dean to hope that a group of little cubs who are reluctant to leave will become husbands and stones.

Turning to the last page, I saw that Xie Ronghua's font had experienced the open atmosphere, chaos and anger, elation, and at the end it was a bit disillusioned with the calmness and meaning of the world: "The students in the academy scolded to the top, and even I scolded myself. No mercy, forget it, I'm used to being scolded and scolded, how can a good emperor not be scolded a few times? Don't talk about anything else, I'm planning to marry Youyou."

I don't know if he was stimulated by Xie Rongjiao's unintentional remark that "the marriage ceremony has never been held before", or driven by the raging jealousy that he would never fall behind Xie Ronghua, Jiang Jingxing began to plan a registration ceremony around the corner.

Of course Xie Huan beat him back mercilessly.

With a cold face, he dropped a stack of invitations on the table with a "click": "The grand ceremony for Fazong Yuyingqiu's succession to the head; He will abdicate to the virtuous, and after decades of waiting to finally realize his desire to be lingering with the practice until death, it is naturally a big deal; and the dean of the academy, after Shen Xi and his party come from Haojing City, he also said that he will let go of the affairs of the academy .”

"Plus the big wedding between the first day of junior high school and Youyou."

Jiang Jingxing murmured, "It's like invitations are flying all over the sky."

"You still want to join in the fun!" Xie Huan pointed at him angrily, "Are you thinking that the invitations will fly more violently and eagerly?"

Jiang Jingxing had never been surprised by Xie Huan's anger since he was a teenager, and after he got together with Xie Rongjiao, he regarded it as a routine, eating and drinking as usual, and he was not moved at all.

Xie Rongjiao thought for a moment and said: "There are so many happy events in Kyushu at the same time, it is also a beautiful event."

Xie Huan was even more angry.

The burning anger caused him to slam down an invitation card, took out his trump card and issued an ultimatum: "People who don't inherit the family business are not qualified to spend money on celebrations. If you want to hold a celebration, you first take the stall of Fengling City from me." Go up and take it!"

It happened to let him take a vacation, in the name of a miserable city lord who had worked so hard for half his life but didn't get anything, to quietly observe and live with him for ten and a half months.

Xie Huan didn't have time to sneer twice with the victor's attitude, when he found the figures of Xie Rongjiao and Jiang Jingxing floating outside the door.

"It just so happens that we have lived in Fengling City for a long time, Ah Ci, why don't we pack our bags and leave immediately?"

"Okay, after I become a saint, there will always be a grand ceremony, which can be combined with the joint membership."

Xie Huan was almost going to get his nose twisted by Xie Rongjiao, an unfilial son.

Xie Rongjiao leaned against Jiang Jingxing and laughed, "Master, I think this is very good."

It doesn't matter whether the holy land is holy or not, it's great for him to be able to carry a sword and join hands with his lover for a lifetime under the scenery all over the world.

Xie Ronghua was in the Haojing Imperial Palace, holding his nose and swallowing his anger for the sake of the people of the world, and endured hundreds of officials, and seeing this country with them might be twists and turns, but in the end, while advancing, he and Lu Binwei vented their anger and scolded those people old man.

Shen Xi took the academy students and scolded them for their lifelong wish.

Fang Linhe grasped the way of the sword with both hands, not to mention his advancement in the way of the sword, and in the future he will have enough justifiable reasons to discipline the disciples of the sword school.

Yu Yingqiu was able to bring the Fazong back when her master was still there.

Li Zhixuan recovered from his injuries, Gudan Jianxiu's nature relapsed, he was running all over the world, he never knew when he would meet Jiang Jingxing and Xie Rongjiao again.

And on Xie Huan's side, the door that Xu Jing Guan was willing to open for him, he had to visit it two or three times a month.

The teenagers in this world are still full of their dreams and original aspirations, walking the path they wanted to take at the beginning.

good enough.