I have nothing but luck

Sure enough, after seeing off Zhou Yu who was the first to come to the door, there was an endless stream of scholars who wanted to make friends and chat.

Thanks to Jiang Jingxing singing bad faces to scare them away one by one, staged a good show between the harsh and inhuman worship and the gentle and respectful elder son.

No matter which character design it is, it is a bit too far from reality.

The maid was familiar with the inside story, and she thought she had seen through this dangerous and unpredictable world early on. In the evening, she suppressed a smile and whispered to them that the news spread around that there was an old-fashioned senior living in the courtyard.

Jiang Jingxing felt wronged.

He defended himself against injustice: "When I was young, I hated such old-fashioned people the most. I would never let myself be reduced to the same level as them. I didn't expect to slap myself for you today."

Xie Rongjiao thought that he owed a lot to him and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Master."

The young man's Weiwei Haoran appearance is like a spring breeze passing through the border, when the ice melts and the snow melts, a fragrant peach blossom is blown out inadvertently and flutters in the wind.

It is precisely because of the coldness that it becomes more beautiful.

Then Xie Rongjiao comforted him and said: "Master, you are using disguise, after a short meeting, you will change your appearance, no one will recognize you."

Alright, it's the comfort that Ah Ci only wanted.

Jiang Jingxing was convinced.

He made a request: "Next time I tell a book, Ah Ci, you have to listen carefully in the audience."

"it is good."

"Next time I tell my fortune, Ah Ci, you have to serve me tea by my side."

"...it is good."

Jiang Jingxing was satisfied.

In fact, it's better to listen to the gentleness of the scholars, at least it's better than telling fortunes with Jiang Jingxing.

Xie Rongjiao carefully weighed the pros and cons.

He pursed his lips and smiled slightly.

But he still wanted to stay by Jiang Jingxing's side all the time.

If you take away the boring clichés of his fortune-telling and storytelling, only the time with him is left.

Seems to look good.

On the first day, they competed in liberal arts. As Jiang Changlan said, Zhou Yu's talents are outstanding. Although liberal arts is far more difficult to distinguish from martial arts, all the scholars who shared the stage with Zhou Yu were convinced and surrendered.

According to his unstoppable momentum, he will definitely win the first laurel of liberal arts.

It's interesting to say that the Jiang family is a family of poets and rites, the head of the Jiang family held his beautiful beard and watched happily from the seat of honor, Jiang Changlan ran to Xie Rongjiao's side to join in the fun out of boredom.

Jiang Jingxing thought he was an eyesore: "Jiang Da, don't you have any old friends in the capital? Why did you come to Aci's side?"

Thinking about attracting hatred like Jiang Jingxing back then, at least there was Xie Huan who would collude with him on all occasions and continue to sow hatred. If Jiang Changlan didn't have a close friend, it would be too miserable.

"Yes, there are." Jiang Changlan was listless, "Which family does not have many friends? But I am special."

He called Qu and said: "There are not many people in the Qingliu family who can talk to me. Those who have friendship are a few honorable children who have made military achievements. If they didn't go to the border to experience danger, or if they didn't take their duties in the Imperial Guard No. No, why not allow them to spend more time with their wives and children at home during the holidays?"

Cats and dogs ignored, very bleak.

It's just like Xie Rongjiao who has been traveling with Jiang Jingxing since childhood, and because of his aura, he has talked to death and has no acquaintances with him.

No wonder they sat together.

Jiang Jingxing clicked his tongue twice: "It sounds like the situation is bleak, and he is quite old. Why don't you consider starting a family?"

I really don't know where he has the face to persuade others to do this.

Xie Rongjiao disagreed: "Everyone has his own aspirations."

After being persuaded by him, Jiang Changlan's grief and indignation were swept away, but he regained his spirit: "The Northern Wilderness is not destroyed, so what is the family?"

Jiang Jingxing: "Then you might be a bit screwed."

Since the birth of turbidity, the Northern Wilderness has fought and killed Kyushu for thousands of years. How can it be so easy to destroy?

"It's not that I really want to see Beihuang die in my lifetime, but I just want to imitate Xie Shuai." Jiang Changlan looked for truth from facts and said with a smile, "Senior, don't blame me, let me make a metaphor. Xie Shuai is like a saint to people like us." As for practitioners, who doesn't want to be the next Xie Shuai?"

Jiang Jingxing said coolly: "If you can speak like this in front of Xie Chuyi, you won't be reduced to being packed and sent to the capital by her."

Worthy of being a saint, he pokes people's pain points steadily and ruthlessly, and he is right with one poke.

Jiang Changlan said earnestly: "Talk is not good enough, I have to get some food and grass for Xie Shuai. The question is where can I find so much food and grass?"

It can be said that it goes deep into it, and it is spicy and bloody.

Xie Rongjiao: "The results of the essay test on the stage came out, and it was the scholar Zhou Yu that brother Jiang mentioned that won the top prize?"

After getting along with him for a period of time, Jiang Changlan knew Xie Rongjiao's ability to recognize people's faces unclearly, and said in amazement: "Exactly, how did the prince recognize him?"

Although Zhou Yu had a good appearance, it was precisely because of his good appearance that no matter how beautiful or ugly he was, he was not so shocking. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't seem like he could be remembered by Xie Rongjiao.

Jiang Jingxing smiled but said, "Interesting. A man who called himself Zhou Yu came to visit us yesterday. He is not quite the same as the cold and conceited Zhou Yu that Jiang Dayou said, and he was even enthusiastic."

Jiang Changlan hesitated and said, "I met Zhou Yu in person, so I shouldn't have misjudged the person. Could it be some other scholar impersonating him?"

Xie Rongjiao fixed his eyes on Zhou Yu: "Usually I don't remember people's faces very much, but I took a good look at Brother Zhou yesterday, so the people on stage will not admit mistakes."

Jiang Changlan thought about it, and said strangely: "The difference is huge. It must be that Zhou Yu has evil intentions. His background has been checked, and he came from a clean Baihan family. Eighteen generations of his ancestors were buried in the cemetery next to his house. Touch the names one by one."

Zhou Yu probably sensed that someone was staring at him, so he looked towards Xie Rongjiao. Xie Rongjiao looked back, "I saw it with the Phoenix Eye, it's normal."

After Lu Binfan's mess happened, he couldn't help but be more careful.

Jiang Jingxing had a good time: "Don't think too much about it, A Ci. Maybe they just saw Jiang Da, you described it as hateful, and they didn't want to fall into the arms of your Jiang family, so they pretended to be chaste and vowed to die. There are also."

Jiang Changlan was not convinced at first, and said that Jiang Changlan was so handsome that he could do it. He usually dressed up and rode a chasing horse and went out to get a few handkerchiefs from little ladies.

Later, seeing Xie Rongjiao's face, he remembered Jiang Jingxing's true face under the disguise.

Forget it, don't care.

After savoring it, Jiang Changlan felt that there was no loophole in the logic, and covered his forehead and said, "Senior's vision is really vicious."

There is indeed a reason why a saint can become a saint.

For example, if he didn't rely on his cultivation in the holy realm, it would be very difficult for Jiang Jingxing to live without being beaten to death.

After finishing an essay test, Jiang Jingxing said, "The head of the Jiang family did not praise Zhou Yu in vain. Given time, he may be comparable to Lu Youyou."

It was probably because Xie Ronghua had recently been wishfully colluded with past grudges by him and included in the list of key targets to please. He brought Lu Binwei along for the glory.

Xie Rongjiao's answer was irrelevant: "Speaking of which, Master, you haven't done a fortune-telling for a long time."

Jiang Jingxing: "I have a lot of money these days, so I don't need to rely on divination to make a living."

It was as if Xie Rongjiao had shorted him one day.

Xie Rongjiao was very worried about his ambition of throwing it away: "Master, I remember you said that you didn't do fortune-telling for money. The reason why you fell into the situation of owed money ten years ago was because you were addicted to fortune-telling. The way of life, not the way of earning a living."

Ah Ci is so cute.

How could he even remember clearly what year and month he said nonsense, Jiang Jingxing thought secretly.

He followed Xie Rongjiao's words: "According to what you said, A Ci, isn't it because divination has harmed me a lot? I should quit as soon as possible and turn back to the right."

Xie Rongjiao: "... makes sense."

After a while, Jiang Jingxing will devote himself to research again, so he doesn't need to persuade him much.

Xie Rongjiao didn't quite understand why he had to worry about this.

Perhaps sometimes he also felt that Jiang Jingxing's life after becoming a saint was - quite boring.

Jiang Jingxing had a smile in his eyes, as if the wind was blowing under the pine and the jade pond water: "Where is the reason? It was because of my embarrassment ten years ago that I was able to face Ah Ci day and night. How could it be a great blessing? A divination Help me a lot."

He was always like this, relying on his good skin, even if he said some unpleasant words when he smiled, he still made other girls feel at ease.

If he deliberately wants to please someone, it may be a bit fatal.

Not far away, the hanging osmanthus seeds are really fragrant, Xie Rongjiao thought, the fragrance is a little swaying, as if he is in the Gui Palace on the moon.

Jiang Changlan tried his best to cover his mouth to keep himself from crying.

Jiang Changlan, who has practiced in the frontier for many years and devoted himself to making contributions and killing demon cultivators, does not feel that there is something wrong with the atmosphere.

He just felt in his heart how redundant and burdensome he was.