After all, the white dew has passed, and the night is already a bit cool.

Such a night is very comfortable, especially in such a bright moonlit night, but the mosquitoes are still very active, which is somewhat annoying.

There was an angry wind lantern hanging on the crooked tree under the dark building in the Imperial City.

Sun Jinghong, the old king of hell from the Imperial City Department, was still lying on his rocking chair, still holding the tattered cattail leaf fan in his hand, occasionally slapping it twice on his body, but it was not to fan the wind, but to swat mosquitoes.

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There were three teenagers sitting in front of the stone table opposite him, and the three teenagers were chatting.

They are Wang Zhenghaoxuan, Amu, and his granddaughter Changsun Hongyi.

Changsun Jinghong did not close his eyes. He was looking at the three young men. His old eyes were full of kindness, but there was no trace of the fierce look of the King of Hell.

After looking at it like this for a long time, he sighed slightly and had many feelings in his heart——

I am already very old. As the old saying goes, the loess has been buried up to my neck, and I don’t know which day it will be gone.

But they are still very young.

I was once as young as them...it's great to be young!

Energetic, high-spirited, daring to fight, never afraid, let alone shrinking.

This is the newborn calf, this is also the rising sun in March!

Not like myself now.

There are too many concerns and too many hesitations.

In addition to investigating some things for guarding the Palace of Hell over the years, there is also another important reason - to whom will the Palace of Hell be handed over next?

Thinking about this makes me a little worried.

He withdrew his gaze and looked up at the cut moon above his head.

Originally, the Palace of Hell was to be handed over to Xia Yunhu, but Xia Yunhu seemed to be impatient, so many people died in the Palace of Hell. Xia Yunhu let Scholar Chang go and is now missing.

The remaining four judges...

These four guys are okay with killing people, but Huangcheng Division not only kills people, but also uses their brains.

That old guy Jitai is just waiting for his death.

The emperor wanted to see him today, and presumably it was Ji Tai who had slandered him in front of him, intending to persuade the emperor to drive him out, the old king of hell.

In fact, there is nothing to stay in this miserable place, but I can’t leave now!

In the three hundred years of Ningguo, the Imperial City has been rebuilt several times.

The most recent time was in the second year after the emperor ascended the throne, that is, the second year of Zhaohua.

Rebuilding the Imperial City was not the emperor's idea, but... Empress Lu's idea!

It was Empress Lu's idea to even let herself be this unflattering King of Hell!

But I never expected that such a big event would happen in the third year of Zhaohua.

Of course, that incident had been planned in advance, because he happened to not be in Kyoto at that time, but went to Yue State by order of the emperor.

By the time he came back, the water in Huanhua Creek had cleared up early, and the residence where he got on the bus had been reduced to ashes.

But he finally saw Queen Lu for the last time.

This Palace of Hell should be handed over to that child. Only if he takes over will he not be ashamed of Queen Lu.

But now that Kyoto is under heavy clouds, how can that child bear such a heavy burden?

At this moment, a voice suddenly came into his ears. It was Amu's voice.

"Junior brother, senior brother wants to correct you!"

"Although Li Chenan's martial arts is indeed not good, in my opinion, senior brother... there is nothing wrong with his character!"

"Didn't Master say that? When studying martial arts, virtue is the most important thing! When studying essays, quality is the foundation!"

"He is not actually a martial artist, because senior brother and I have been with him these days, and his pursuit of martial arts is not as persistent and passionate as you and me."

"At the same time, senior brother doesn't think he is a typical literati, because I have never seen him read a book or write a poem."

Wang Zhenghaoxuan was stunned, "Then what kind of person is he worthy of you fighting for him?"

Amu was silent.

Changsun Hongyi looked at the silent Amu and thought this young man who didn't like to talk was cool.

Changsun Jinghong pricked up his ears and his eyes fell on Amu's face, waiting for Amu's evaluation of Li Chenan.

The old man Shang Di had a very high opinion of Li Chen'an, but in Changsun Jinghong's view, this evaluation was mostly because Shang Di was influenced by Li Chen'an's poems.

Especially the poem he created and the words he said at the South Gate of Kyoto.

Changsun Jinghong admitted that Li Chenan was worthy of being the most talented person in the Ning Kingdom, and that his words could inspire the young people of the Ning Kingdom, but he did not think that Li Chenan had the ability to gain a foothold in the court.

In today's temples, those who can gain a foothold do not rely on talent and learning.

Either take refuge in Ji Tai, or... you need enough wisdom and courage to deal with Ji Tai!

There are many students in the world who are talented enough to learn, but that kind of wisdom needs to be condensed in practice.

Ji Tai will not give Li Chenan time to practice.

He can't die, but he can't stay in Kyoto either.

He needs time to grow until his wings become full with the support of Dingguo Houfu.

Changsun Jinghong put away his thoughts, because Amu spoke very slowly, and it seemed difficult to grasp Li Chenan's characteristics:

"I think...he is more like a shrewd businessman!"

Wang Zhenghaoxuan's eyes widened: "Businessman?"

"This morning, the fourth princess came to Huaxi Villa. He told the fourth princess many ways to make money... Although I didn't understand it, it sounded like it was very powerful, especially when he said the last

The quickest way is to grab it!"

Changsun Hongyi was stunned: "Robbing?"

"That's what he said... Actually, it's not accurate to say that he looks like a shrewd businessman, because he clearly knows so many ways to make money, but he only makes wine!"

"So, I think he doesn't seem to care about money as much as a businessman."

Wang Zhenghaoxuan intervened at this time, "After all, it means that you have no ambition."

Amu pondered for a moment and shook his head, "What you said is still wrong!"

"Then tell me what his ambition is?"

"This... I have to wait until Brother Wei gets back and ask him."

"You come with me to Huaxi Villa!"

Wang Zhenghaoxuan stared at Amu for a moment, "Why?"

"I was injured, and I promised him that you would protect him after you come to Kyoto!"

"No!"

"Would you like to drink the Huapingchun he brewed?"

"...Is it really that delicious?"

"Really!"

"Still don't do it!"

Amu stood up, "Are we brothers?"

"yes!"

"Then go!"

Wang Zhenghaoxuan followed Amu reluctantly.

Changsun Hongyi watched the two people leave, then turned to her grandfather and asked curiously: "What is this Amu's background?"

"A disciple of Mu Shan Dao, the senior brother of that boy Wang Zheng Haoxuan."

"I know that. Whose boy is he from?"

"……orphan."

"oh."

The eldest grandson Jinghong looked at his granddaughter, shook the broken cattail leaf fan in his hand, and said: "You are not young anymore. If you like her, go and pursue her!"

Changsun Hongyi's face turned red, she lowered her head and pinched the hem of her clothes, "What did grandpa say? I, I don't have that intention!"

Changsun Jinghong looked at the night sky again.

"On Mid-Autumn Festival... Grandpa will ask Wang Zheng Jinzhong to take people to the headquarters of the Fish and Dragon Society!"

"You take Yufengwei to Mobei... hurry!"

Changsun Hongyi was shocked, "Why are you going to Mobei?"
Chapter completed!