Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 48 Welcome to Spring
"My poem!"

In front of the gate of Hou's mansion, Princess Yunle's voice was like a trickling spring, beautiful and pleasant, but when it fell into Jiang Xuanlin's ears, it was like a beheading flag thrown by the judge before the execution.

His eyes were dull, and he stared blankly at all the people who cast their gazes at him. Although no one made a sound, he clearly heard a lot of ridicule and sarcasm, which were noisy and indistinct, and unbearably ear-piercing.

"What poems, what words, you all want to see my jokes, don't you?"

Jiang Xuanlin clenched his fists tightly, and the rice paper full of poems in his hand was deformed and damaged by his grasp. His face was gradually distorted, with blue veins exposed and blood vessels protruding. It was obvious that he had fallen into madness.

As the son of Zhen Wuhou, in front of the public, his proud literary talent was defeated miserably in the hands of a son who hadn't even studied in school for a day.

His dignity, his pride, would not allow such a thing to happen.

etc.

Not accepted!
"Lin'er, stick to your heart!"

A deep drink bursting like spring thunder rang in Jiang Xuanlin's ears. The voice was calm and strong, with a power to vibrate people's hearts and exorcise evil spirits.

"what"

With a soft cry, Jiang Xuanlin suddenly woke up from the state of madness, and his mind regained clarity in an instant. Thinking of the state of the mental breakdown just now, he was sweating profusely all over his body, soaking his clothes.

"Xuanlin lost his composure, please forgive me, princess!"

As expected of being the son of Zhenwuhou's mansion, Jiang Xuanlin took a deep breath, and soon returned to normal, calmly bowed and saluted, "Fifteen brother Wen Bing carved dragons, titled Hua Peishi, Xuanlin was immersed in it for a while and couldn't extricate himself. Princess!"

He is gentle, modest and courteous: "Xuan Lin practiced Confucianism since he was a child, studied classics and historical classics, and governed the country, and wanted to be a minister of society that would benefit the court and the people of the world. He really has limited attainments in poetry and poetry!"

"Young Lord Xuanlin is right. Poetry, poetry and prose are indeed trivial compared to the theory of governing the country. You are the son of Marquis Zhenwu, you should be good at learning and making good use of it. You should give advice and suggestions to my great Zhou. Although Jiang Li is a bastard , but there are a lot of suggestions on the three strategies to control the mang, which won the approval of the father, the young master should continue to work hard, learn more from Jiang Li, don't fall into the prestige of Zhen Wuhou, and become the person who is famous for fame!"

Princess Yunle said slowly, and the eight qilin guards lifted up their sedan chairs and walked towards Zhenwuhou's Mansion, Jiang Shirong, the royal family, and everyone in the Hou's Mansion hurriedly followed behind.

Jiang Xuanlin stood there blankly, and Princess Yunle's words, like a slap in the face, shattered the last trace of pride and persistence in his heart.

In the end, it was Jiang Xuanyao and other half-brothers and sisters who persuaded him to drag him back to the mansion.

Princess Yunle has a noble status, so no one is qualified to see her true face.

The sedan chair entered the mansion, and Princess Yunle walked directly into the reception hall. Jiang Shirong, three wives, concubines and other female family members of the Marquis Mansion entered the hall to accompany them. Jiang Xuanlin, Jiang Xuanyao and other heirs of Marquis Wu could only wait outside the hall.

Princess Yunle came to the Marquis Mansion to convey the sacred words of Emperor Jing, and rewards were also distributed. A female official carried gold, silver, brocade and various utensils in a file, and distributed them one by one. .

The heirs of the Marquis of Zhenwu waiting outside the hall, and everyone in the Hou Mansion could see clearly that the reward Jiang Li just received was worth more than the three wives of the Hou Mansion.

Especially the chasing wind white horse, which was produced in the Western Regions, is a horse that is hard to find.

Among the horse farms of the Hou Mansion, only the black horse of Zhenwuhou can compare with it.

After the reception ceremony, Princess Yunle went to take a rest in the house prepared for her by Zhenwuhou Mansion, while the rest of the people dispersed separately.

"Brother Fifteen has swept Jiang Xuanlin's face this time, I'm afraid Da Furen won't be able to swallow it!"

On the way back, Jiang Xuanxin looked at the female officials who were following behind holding Princess Yunle's reward, and couldn't hide his worry.

"Princess Yun Le is kind to me. She supported me in public today to put pressure on Jiang Shirong and the Hou family. I can't lose face to her!"

Jiang Liyun said calmly: "What's more, even if I deliberately lose to Jiang Xuanlin today, Da Furen will definitely let me go?"

"What brother fifteen said is true, but we must be extremely careful in the future!"

Jiang Xuanxin nodded. He looked at Jiang Li who was walking beside him. For some reason, as long as he was beside Brother Fifteen, he felt a kind of peace and steadfastness from the bottom of his heart.

This kind of feeling and trust was something he had never experienced before in this Hou's mansion where human feelings were as cold as swords and frost.

"Brother Fifteen protects me, and I will protect Brother Fifteen from now on!"

The young man secretly clenched his fists. He touched the Jue Dao Eight Styles of martial arts hidden in his arms, and his belief in his heart became firmer.

Back at Lanhong Pavilion, Chuchu was leading the maids in the pavilion to prepare for New Year's Eve.

In previous years, on New Year's Eve, only the master and servant depended on each other, but this year, not only Jiang Xuanxin, Yuemei, Luoxue, but also more than a dozen maids from Jiang Xuanyao's room appeared to be prosperous and lively.

There was a smile on Chuchu's little face all the time.

Such a scene was beyond her wildest dreams.

After Jiang Li returned to Lanhong Pavilion, he went straight back to the practice room on the first floor, soaked the crocodile essence powder, and practiced the Amitabha Temple's inheritance - Yijin and marrow washing, to exercise his body.

After half a month of practice, the physical foundation of the Taiji realm of the four realms of his martial arteries has already been firmly established, and he is slowly improving towards the giant of the five realms.

When I walked out of the practice room, it was already dark, and the Dahou Mansion at the foot of the mountain was brightly lit. Thousands of festive red lanterns hung all over the corridors, roads, and gardens.

Even the remote corners where there were few lights in the past are also decorated with lights, full of festive atmosphere.

The sound of crackling firecrackers also began to sound, the roar continued, and the pungent smell of gunpowder permeated the entire Shengjing City.

A majestic horse team galloped from the horse path of the Hou's mansion, rushed out of the Hou's mansion, and headed towards the imperial palace.

Jiang Li knew that Marquis Zhenwu was among them.

Jiang Shirong was deeply trusted by Emperor Jing, and he would enter the palace every New Year's Eve, and climb up to Yuetian Tower with Emperor Jing to watch the scene of the prosperous age. This is a great honor.

In Qiluanxuan, the banquet has already begun. Accompanied by the female family members of the Hou Mansion, Princess Yunle spends New Year's Eve and welcomes the New Year together.

In the welcoming living room, Jiang Xuanlin, as the only son of Marquis Zhenwu who stayed in the Hou's mansion, entertained the royal family members on behalf of his father, pushing cups and changing cups, and making a lot of noise.

The martial arts slave lit the fireworks, and the gorgeous flames shot up into the sky and bloomed violently.

It seems to indicate that the glory of the Hou Mansion has reached its peak.

"Young master, it's Chinese New Year!"

Chu Chu cheerfully ran to Jiang Li's side, and dragged him to a lobby in the second courtyard.

Three round tables, filled with delicious food and wine, gathered together in Lanhong Pavilion.

Jiang Xuanxin's face was filled with joy. Yuemei and Luoxue were able to get out of bed and walk after half a month of recuperation. Sitting in the lobby of Lanhong Pavilion halfway up the mountain, overlooking the magnificent scenery, yearning and expectations for the future life also appeared in their eyes.

Jiang Li and Chu Chu took their seats, and the New Year's Eve banquet in Lanhong Pavilion officially started.

Although Jiang Li has been a human being in two lifetimes, he still has a youthful heart. He chatted happily with Chu Chu, Jiang Xuanxin, Yuemei, and Luoxue, temporarily forgetting all his worries.

After the banquet, Jiang Li climbed to the highest point of Lanhong Pavilion, overlooking half of Shengjing City. The night wind was cold, blowing away most of his drunkenness.

The blood shone brightly, and the Chilian Dragon Scale Sword hanging from its sheath was unsheathed. Jiang Li held the sword and slashed horizontally, but what he used was the sword technique "Henglie" that must be practiced by the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

I saw him throwing the sword like an arrow, entering the sword like a shooting star, swinging the sword like a line of fire, and chopping like a collapsing mountain.

The sword technique is simple and unpretentious, concise and clear, but also powerful and imposing.

"Total Annihilation!"

The body of the Chilian sword was like a pool of blood, with scales shining, and it danced faster and faster in Jiang Li's hands, almost turning into a blood dragon with its teeth and claws.

Half an hour later, the dragon roared and roared in Lanhong Pavilion.

Facing a ray of breeze in the 32nd year of Qianyuan, the blood dragon was about to soar into the sky, straight into the clouds of the nine heavens, and shocked the sky.

"Cut all the injustices in the world, stop fighting and dance with dragon scale knives!"

Under the moon, the young man slashed with his knife, showing his sharpness, rolling like a tide, the light of the knife was about to split, destroying everything wildly, as if he wanted to chop the prosperous city under his feet to pieces!

(End of this chapter)