The two novice monks in front of the Baoguo Temple respectfully welcomed Jing Zhou and his party in. Many people who were wandering in front of the Baoguo Temple saw this scene and began to guess the identity of the young man in purple.

Seeing the poor dog and the cross-eyed old man following the purple-clothed young man into the temple, the few people who had been worried before felt extremely sore in their hearts. Chen Xiliang could just go in. After all, he is still a scholar, but the one-armed old man and the groom

Normally, why should I go in?

At this time, the Taiguo Temple was full of people and cheers kept coming. The area facing the lake in the temple, the pavilions, terraces and pavilions were all crowded with people.

Jiang Ni stood aside and listened for a moment, only to feel that the speaker was so mysterious that it made people confused.

The old sword god cursed and said: "Girl Jiang, it doesn't matter if you don't listen to this scholar. A white horse is not a horse. This fucking bullshit makes no sense."

Jiang Ni said "Oh" and tilted his head, wondering what he was thinking.

After listening for a while, Jing Zhou left Chen Xiliang and the little beggar behind, took Jiang Ni towards the corner, and said with a smile: "Since it is a debate, naturally what I want to say is more mysterious. The more obscure it sounds, the more difficult it is to understand.

The more knowledgeable a person is, the more knowledgeable he is. Otherwise, wouldn’t it mean that he loses his status as a scholar if he talks casually?"

Jiang Ni lowered her head to ponder what Master Jianyi said, and felt that it made some sense. She suddenly felt a vigorous sword intent emanating from Li Chungang. She raised her head and looked forward, and saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar in green clothes staggering towards her.

When the middle-aged Confucian scholar walked twenty steps away from Jiang Ni, he waved his sleeves together, as if to dust off the dust to show respect, then he knelt down suddenly and said with tears: "Cao Changqing, the guilty minister of Western Chu, please see Your Royal Highness the Princess.

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After Jiang Ni heard the words of the Confucian scholar in green shirt, he felt as if he heard a thunderbolt from the blue, and took a few steps back in fright.

Cao Qingyi?

Cao Qingyi, an old minister of Western Chu who is an invincible official?

Growing up under the care of others in the Prince's Mansion of Beiliang, Jiang Ni's memory had long been like lake, Western Chu, and princess, and the terms "Princess of Western Chu" and "Princess" had long been out of reach. When he saw this minister of Western Chu again, he was at a loss and could only look at Jingzhou.

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Jingzhou smiled at Jiang Ni: "Didn't you say that you dreamed of reviving the country? Why are you so scared when you see this romantic man from Western Chu? Girl, don't you want to marry Xu Fengnian? Xu Fengnian's maid is not qualified.

She won the position of a princess, but this is the Princess of Chu..."

Jiang Ni suddenly gained some courage, clenched his fists, and glared at the cheap master angrily, as if blaming him for saying shameless words in broad daylight, then turned to look at the man in Tsing Yi who was kneeling on the ground, and said softly

: "Uncle Qi Zhao?"

Cao Changqing, who had gray hair on his temples, slowly raised his head, his eyes dim with tears.

In her memory, she was still the little princess whose hand she once held.

She looks so much like her!

That year he was in high spirits, and she came slowly humming her local accent. The two met by chance in a corner of the garden, and that beautiful figure fell heavily on his heart.
Chapter completed!