Chapter 250 Sandalwood smoke rises, and the prince enters the south of the Yangtze River! (Second update)

In the early morning, the sun shines among the six counties in the south of the Yangtze River, gentle and peaceful.

Zhang Yuan kowtowed slightly in front of the spirit card, lit three pillars of sandalwood with devout devotion, and said softly: "Dad, the child is now the bronze mirror of the Xuanjingsi. With the care of Lord Chen, his family is well.

, Uncle San opened a shop and Uncle II also built a restaurant. If you know about it, I hope to bless us and bless Mr. Chen Xiu’s success in his official career.”

As he spoke, holding the sandalwood in his hand and kowtowed again, a low and hoarse roar sounded outside the door.

If it weren't for the fact that it was quite quiet and secluded, it would be difficult to detect with his ears!

The roar was filled with pain, struggle, and prayer.

Zhang Yuan gently pushed open the door, his eyes falling into the deepest part of the alley.

It was a mansion purchased by a traveling merchant many years ago. It was uninhabited by ordinary people and was extremely empty.

At this moment, the thick iron door with shaking shaking for many years swayed in the breeze, making a hoarse sound of "creaking".

Zhang Yuan held the scimitar, twisted Baili Yanyun from Xuan Jingsi in his hand, and carefully pushed open the iron door.

In front of the pile of mottled leaves, there was a middle-aged man who was leaning on the dead trees. His face was pale and his mouth was dripping with black blood.

A black-clad fish-armored armor was mottled and broken, and a ferocious seven-color centipede was hanging on her chest, with its flesh rotting and extremely fishy smell.

"Who are you?" Zhang Yuan swallowed in horror.

When did he see such a terrifying formation?

"This friend, is the person from the imperial court's Hanging Mirror?" In a hoarse voice, the man struggled to get up, his face grim and distorted, as if he had endless pain: "Can you ask me for help? Contact a Jiangnan Prefecture for me.

The big guy in between?"

"It must be the kind that depends on it. At that time, I will give you great wealth and honor."

His voice was intermittent, and it was already a little difficult to inhale.

Zhang He raised his eyebrows slightly and whispered: "How is the head of the Xuanjing Department of our Jiangnan Prefecture? He is righteous and loyal to the court."

"King Shura Ming, Chen Xiu? Yes, please help me contact him." The man struggled to speak.

Chen Qiu gently pulled his horse in front of the magnificent mansion and jumped down.

After all, the Wang family of Southern Chen was a royal family in the previous dynasty and had the accumulation of the dynasty.

The mansions in front of you are vast, occupying almost half of the streets, and the two huge stone lions are quite majestic.

A plaque with a black background was hung in front of the cooked copper gate, with four large characters "Ping'an Hou Mansion" written on it, which is said to have been written by the late emperor of the Great Sui Dynasty.

Aristocratic families have rules, and they will not open the middle door unless they are the most expensive people.

And when Chen Xiu stepped in front of the door, the middle door slowly opened.

Chen Ce, wearing a white fur, bowed his hand quite casually and made an invitation gesture: "Brother Chen Xiu, please."

The patio, courtyard, rockery, and pavilions with ancient charm are all presented in Chen Xiu's eyes.

"Brother Chen Xiu, please follow me." Chen Ce led Chen Xiu and stopped in front of the rather solemn and solemn ancestral hall deep in the distance.

In addition to being elegant and solemn, it is also extremely luxurious.

"This is my Chen family's century-old ancestral hall." Chen Ce's words were somewhat anticipated.

The meaning of the father and the elder is very clear: it is very good to try to win over Chen Xiu even if he enters the ancestral temple to burn incense.

In troubled times, those who have dragon life mean that they have the opportunity to rise.

As long as you don’t actively intervene in the war, you can safely and survive the troubled times safely, that’s basically certain.

This is a fate given by God and is almost unshakable.

Chen Xiu gently twisted up the three pillars of sandalwood, and when he lit it between the incense burners, there was a misty cloud and smoke.

"My younger Chen family, Chen Xiu. Here he sings incense to all the predecessors of Chen to prove his obedience." He spoke indifferently, held the three pillars of sandalwood and bowed gently, and then sank the sandalwood into the incense burner.

A smile appeared on Chen Ce's face.

At least, Chen Xiu worshipped incense among the important places of the ancestral hall, and was considered half of the Chen clan.

"Brother Chen, let's go. Now, follow me to meet that friend. He pointed out that he wants to see you too." He laughed and led Chen Xiu up the mountain road.

Chen Xiu raised his head and saw the poetic pavilions and towers among the clouds in the mountains.

At the top of the mountain, where the clouds and mist are shrouded in clouds and mist, there is a very sophisticated ancient pavilion, which is extremely elegant and spacious.

When Chen Xiu looked up on the stone steps, he could see that there were two figures overlooking Jiangnan between the pavilions.

The young master in charge stood with his hands behind his back and looked into the distance with clouds, wearing a bright yellow robe and a jade-like hanged. He was tall and handsome, with a very noble look.

Behind him was a middle-aged man in a purple robe, extremely cold, as if he was lingering with endless evil spirits.

"Brother Chen Xiu, this is the new friend I will introduce to you." Chen Ce said with a faint smile.

The young master turned around slightly, looked at Chen Xiu with his eyes, and laughed: "It is worthy of being the Shura Ming King who is famous today, Chen Xiu. It is indeed a young hero." As he said that, he pointed to himself gently and said with a smile.

: "My surname is Yang and my name is Qing. Do you know me?"

Yang Ming?

Chen Xiu's eyes moved slightly, and it turned out to be this guy.

The second son of the Emperor of the Great Sui Dynasty was also quite complicated.

It was because he was particularly favored, and because the prince Yang Zhao died early, the Emperor Sui seemed quite hesitant to deny him as the prince.

First, he was too unrestrained, not only he liked to make friends with strange people from all over the world, but even colluded with others; second, he was too arrogant and unscrupulous, which made him dislike today.

But he is the most suitable existence among all the princes to be named the crown prince.

This is the true prince, and he still exists above the royal relatives.

Chen Xiu chuckled and bowed: "Chan Xiu, the lord of the Xuanjingsi Office of Jiangnan Prefecture, see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

As soon as these words were said, there was a hint of joy on Yang Hung's face.

It was his dream to make him the crown prince.

He laughed and said, "Brother Chen Xiu, don't just talk. My father has not yet appointed me as the crown prince. You and I are still called peers, just like my brothers Chen Ce."

He said that, but the smile on his face remained unabated.

Chen Xiu's words really touched his heart.

"That's abrupt." Chen Xiu bowed slightly and said softly: "Brother Yang Hung, I don't know what happened, but you actually left Shendu and went to the six counties in Jiangnan."

The prince has a very high status and is usually rarely left Shendu.

Now, it is strange that Yang Ming appears in Jiangnan.

"I came out sneaking out. I hope Brother Chen Ce can help me find something, which is the treasure of the previous dynasty."
Chapter completed!