I am Feng Jun

Chapter 648 648. Just give her back

Shen Ci had already considered the matter of identity.

I didn't have any ideas at first, I just wanted to let nature take its course.

But what Tong Pei found that night reminded him.

The issue of being an orphan from the previous dynasty is really troublesome, and he doesn't know if Tong Pei has any successors, but since the identity of the second son Shen as an orphan from the previous dynasty must be connected with the gentleman Lou Jiangluo.

Then, as long as the world knows that Second Young Master Shen and Master Jiang Shaozhu are two people, even if Tong Pei stands up and yells, he can directly give her back.

As for what Jiang Shaozhu's identity should be, Shen Ci had a hard time thinking about it in the past few days.

At this moment, Zihuai from the Dark Palace and the few people behind him first told the story of Luoshan out of context, which not only saved the face of the Dark Palace, but also encouraged the rest of the people to lean on his identity to the Second Young Master Shen.

After some disputes with Shangguan Kai, Lu Zhou and others, he was also able to do a job with ease, but it was biased by many people's ideas.

"So, the previous disappearance of the owner of Junzilou was because he married into the Shen family in the imperial capital?"

"He died 16 years ago?"

"It's a pity it's a pity."

Thinking of this, many people who had seen the masked Jiang Louzhu sighed at him.

"But Shen Ci, a boudoir son, can have the strength of Jiang Shaozhu?"

On the first day of the flower banquet, Shen Ci left a deep impression on people, so not everyone believed what Zihuai said directly, and voiced their doubts in the crowd.

"Oh, didn't you just listen? Didn't Fenghuaxueyue and Feng Huaxueyue all admit that they fought Shen Ci in Luoshan, and Shen Ci didn't win? Isn't that reliable?"

It is also these four people who have no face to say that they were directly captured alive. They only said that Shen Ci did not gain the upper hand, otherwise it should be more convincing.

"That's right, there are still the two green and white snakes, but the two guardians of the dark palace, it seems that they haven't won any favors from Shen Ci either?"

In the beautiful and sinister eyes of the two men in green and white, there was a stinging dark light, all of which fell on the young man.

The humiliation at the beginning is still fresh in the memory, and the hatred in it is also visible to the naked eye.

"Also, I heard that the newcomers recruited by the Martial League this year, black and white, did not also meet the Second Young Master Shen who was with His Highness the Empress Dowager in a wine shop in Lucheng?"

"Ah, I know about this. I heard that those two people were coveting that Shen Ci was coming, but they were directly abolished by the empress dowager and sent to the Martial League."

"No! I also heard at the time that Shen Ci was the one who saw the first fight with the black and white Shuangsha sisters, and there was also a little prince who didn't know whose family. The empress dowager was just dealing with the aftermath!"

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, not many people believed it at the time. Now that I think about it, quite a few people in Fenghe Winery said they saw Shen Ci's chopsticks sticking straight into Xiao Hei's hand. It was very wild!"

"Then since so many people have seen it, why don't some people believe it?"

Someone asked very puzzled.

"Hey, it wasn't because Shen Ci had no internal strength at that time, and he was so delicate, but people who saw it with their own eyes were a little skeptical, let alone those who heard about it afterward!"

"Then you say that, don't you look more like this young master Jiang?"

There is no internal strength, I don't know if it is true or not, but the strength is not to be underestimated, and they are all very arrogant.

A man with such a temperament is rare, and now Zihuai said that Jiang Shaozhu is the second son of Shen, it seems that it is not groundless!

"No, but how do I hear that Shen Ci and the holy son of the temple are both injured, and they are recuperating at home now?"

Hua Jingyun looked at the wanton young man on the high seat who was lazily and casually playing with the flower branches in his hand with a sense of irrelevance, and then thought about how he directly killed Sang Gan with his hands three days ago Resolute, how can there be any trace of injury?
"Healing?"

After hearing her words, Zihuai hooked her lips and sneered.

"It's a good excuse to hide your identity and go out."

The cold and ironic gaze swept across Hua Jingyun's whole body, making her frown.

This is obviously saying that the matter of recovering from injuries is a trick of the young landlord to hide his identity, but she didn't see it through.

Facing the blatant ridicule from the dark palace, how could Hua Jingyun, the lord of Mount Hua, accept it so plainly.

"Palace Master Zihuai said that Shen Ci was a fake injury or a fake one? Did you see it with your own eyes or what?

"Ah, that's right. The Dark Palace has been struggling to protect itself recently. I'm afraid that even the news from the imperial capital is a little behind. I don't know that even Lord Feng and many noble sons in the palace have visited the seriously injured Second Young Master Shen. Everyone knows that This is something that Young Master Feng of the Shen family should favor!"

An Gong, who had been stabbed with scars, narrowed his eyes, revealing a trace of killing intent. His right hand, which was only casually holding the handle of the scimitar, tightened, and his veins protruded slightly.

"Hua Jingyun, you are so gloating, be careful not to get caught up in the fire."

Hua Jingyun said with a sarcastic smile on her lips, shaking her sleeves.

"A dark palace that hurts muscles and bones, I'm still afraid of you?"

In the past, when the cobwebs of dark palace forces spread all over the mainland, Hua Jingyun might still be a little more afraid of her.

But now, half of the power in the dark palace has been divided up and shrunk to Shaozhou, thousands of miles away from her Huashan, how can Hua Jingyun be afraid of it.

"I've heard you chattering for so long—"

On the high seat in Zhengbei, the young man who had always had nothing to do with himself suddenly spoke when the swords between Zihuai and Hua Jingyun were tense.

His voice was deep and slow, but mixed with a touch of impatience and boredom.

"I understand what you want to say."

The right hand held by Zihuai on the handle of the scimitar continued to rotate, and the index finger pointed at the edge of the hollow, the silver-white blade flashed away, and a reflection was drawn in its dark pupils.

"What do you mean by that, you still want to pretend to be stupid?"

Zihuai leaned forward slightly, although Qiong'er's black hair was still wrapped around her left hand, but her eyes were all focused on the arrogant young man, and she didn't notice Qiong'er's soft sigh from sitting down.

What is this for!

Do you have to trouble Shen Ci?

Ugh.

He had to be brought with him, so that his plan to run away was aborted.

"No, I heard you tell stories, and they are pretty good, but you have to regard the master as Shen Ci, and you want to touch the Cijunzilou?"

Different from Second Young Master Shen's clean and elegant voice, he changed his voice since the first day of the flower feast when he appeared in front of everyone.

There is a touch of wanton publicity in the maturity, but the low tone gives people a completely different feeling.

One is a stubborn and unruly noble son of the imperial capital, and the other is a mature and arrogant young landlord of Junzilou whose identity is a mystery.

Although Zihuai was a little unfamiliar with this voice, she was more convinced that the information she found out before would not be deceived by him.

But since Shen Ci spoke, he didn't intend to give Zihuai another chance to pour dirty water on him.

(End of this chapter)