I trained my sister to the eighth level of boxing

Chapter 2201: Meeting an old friend unexpectedly at the venue

"Are you afraid that they will fight after getting off the car?" Lu Yucun realized.

"Dad, I think you should go over and show your face." Lu Ziqing hinted that if the current Grand Tutor personally picked them up, it would not only keep the situation under control, but also show that Da Zhou attaches great importance to them. Well, they could also take care of family affairs at the same time.

So Lu Yucun went there quickly, and Zhuo Taibao's resentment was much less.

"This time, the number of proposals recorded by various ministries has reached 1,200," Meng Yi said. "It's really a bit scary. The three days set previously may not be enough to complete the meeting of the Censorate."

"Hurry up and report to His Majesty tomorrow, and extend the dates of the next court meetings." Zhuo Bu Ran said disdainfully, "I have already reminded you that the intervals between meetings should be longer, and some days should be reserved to avoid a shortage."

"Yes, yes, you are right!"

"if not?"

Lu Ziqing hurried away, "You guys quarrel, I'll do mine." Zhuo Yuting was pregnant, Fatima secretly gave birth to another child, and now Li Wan'er was the one who took care of her. But he was told that he was in love again, which made him very upset. To be honest, he was a bit of a scumbag, but fate was a matter of whether you were willing or not. He felt a little uncomfortable and didn't want to see any other miscellaneous things.

Lu Ziqing really doesn't want to be involved in any other love affair. Even if a beautiful woman like Pang Niangniang stretched out her long white legs to him, winked at him, and said, "Master, I really want to improve myself", Lu Ziqing has enough confidence in his integrity and determination!

At this time, there was a commotion at the entrance of the banquet hall, and the gatekeeper reported: "The censors of Zezhou have arrived!"

Zezhou is Madam Hui's hometown, and it is also the location of Qingqiu Kingdom in this life. Lu Ziqing immediately hid in the corner and watched coldly. I will hide so that you can't find me. If fate doesn't come, it's not my fault.

A group of people wearing local Zezhou costumes were led in, all smiling, both men and women. The women were particularly eye-catching, because all the women wore a big flower on their heads as a symbol of their profession, and the most eye-catching one was Miss Hui.

Lu Ziqing looked for a long time, but didn't see any reliable fox girl. He thought, could it be that Madam Hui was talking about herself? This was outrageous, because the Red God of Happiness could not get involved in the love field, just like the stock market manager was not allowed to trade stocks.

Lu Ziqing was just about to take a look to see if anyone else was coming in when he was suddenly hit on the top of his head. It turned out to be the curtain rod that fell from above and hit him. He was immediately shocked: "Fuck, they even used this trick?!"

He looked up and saw that a palace maid who was originally picking curtains was now climbing on the ladder, staring blankly at the end of the line at the door, and she didn't even notice that she had caused such a disaster.

Lu Ziqing was about to ask this little bitch if her name was Pan Jinlian and tell her to go back home, when he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere. He turned his head and saw that all the seats near the gate had gone quiet, and then the entire venue also went quiet.

"The emperor is coming?" Lu Ziqing felt that he must have misunderstood the little palace maid. He handed the fork back, but the other party was still staring blankly at a certain place at the door, not even looking at Lu Ziqing directly, and did not realize that the fork hit Lu Ziqing's head.

However, the person who came was not the emperor.

The actor on the stage was singing: "Flowers come and go over so many years, if a man does not indulge himself in romance when young, he will live his youth in vain..." As the venue suddenly became quiet, the singing was highlighted very clearly, almost like background music entering the venue.

A young man in a green shirt and a small hat was seen walking at the end of the Zezhou team. The moment he appeared, it was like a ray of light flashing in the crowd, and all the people present became foils, and no matter how handsome or beautiful they were, they were all eclipsed. Everyone seemed to have returned to their youth, and Lu Ziqing suddenly remembered that he had also been young, handsome, and popular among thousands of girls...

Pah! Lu Ziqing suddenly realized that I am not old now, I am mature, and I have deliberately made this maturity! With my current cultivation, I have long been youthful and have a myriad of Dharma forms. I can become whatever I want.

But looking at the young master of the world who appeared in front of him, he couldn't help but say "Oh my God" in his heart. The whole world had a sense of unreality. This little brother was really too handsome, and his every move was so beautiful that it seemed both real and unreal.

The actors on the stage could no longer sing and silently felt the silence that had destroyed the venue.

Unlike normal men, this young man's handsomeness is not masculine, but beautiful, gentle and flawless. Words like "face like a crown of jade" are simply not enough to describe him. If you have to compare him, it's Xishi of West Lake, a peerless beauty wearing men's clothes. Fortunately, his face is cold, and his excellent temperament contains a style that people dare not despise, and the clothes he wears are not ordinary, otherwise I don't know how many people would come to trouble him for no reason.

After a brief silence, the people who were stunned by the young man's unparalleled beauty finally resumed their normal greetings and toasts. The palace maid who dropped the fork and hit Lu Ziqing also realized that she had caused trouble. She was so scared that her face turned pale. She climbed down the ladder and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Lu Ziqing naturally spared the little palace maid. When he looked back, he saw that the young master was surrounded by a large group of people, especially intellectuals. It seemed that this young man also had a place in the literary world, a true talent from an aristocratic family.

Someone took the initiative to bring the young man to meet Lu Ziqing, saying, "My dear brother, I know you seldom go out. You don't have to meet other people today. The most important thing is to meet the Thirteen Sword Immortals. These Thirteen Sword Immortals are not the Thirteen Sword Immortals, but the exiled immortals with the pen name Yan Shisan, also known as the Thirteen Sword Saints. His calligraphy and painting, his swordsmanship, are all imitated by my generation."

The young master of the chaotic world then noticed Lu Ziqing and smiled at him.

"Hmm?" Lu Ziqing thought the smile looked familiar. He took a closer look and found that the clothes the young man was wearing were actually given as gifts by the Lu family to guests during the Chinese New Year. They were designed by Lu Ziqing himself and carefully sewn by the Lu family's tailors. They were only given to relatives and friends. Every time a piece of clothing is launched, it will inevitably lead a trend, and the style will soon be imitated by the world. But the embroidery on the genuine one represents the Lu family, and no one dares to copy it.

"Not happy?" Lu Ziqing was a little surprised.

"Brother Qing." The handsome young man clasped his fists and smiled, "It's been more than ten years since we last met."

"Do you know each other?" The person who introduced him was a little disappointed. He had never seen Moxi so friendly with others. It was ridiculous that he had to introduce him to others. Then, seeing that Lu Ziqing was hesitant to talk, he quickly bowed to Lu Ziqing and left tactfully to avoid disturbing the mood of both parties to reminisce about the past.