(Yesterday, Lu Guogong was written as He Guogong. Sorry, I haven't finished the matter yet, and my head is a little messed up.)
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Lu Guogong said something related to Tong Yan.
The relationship between the Zhongzhou faction and the royal family has always been close. He manages the Taichang Temple, so he naturally knows many secrets that ordinary people don't know.
Jing Jiu listened quietly, and probably understood why that child always had such an annoying look of desolation and aloofness, with his eyes raised above his head.
He reached for his teacup and took a sip, then coughed twice.
"What's the matter with you?"
The worried expression on Lu Guogong's face became more serious.
Ascetics don't get wind and cold, no matter how cold the tea is, they can't be provoked to cough.
The entire Chaoge City already knew what happened outside the Old Plum Garden.
He knew that Jing Jiu was there at the time, and seeing that Jing Jiu wanted to know about Tong Yan, he couldn't help but speculate whether Jing Jiu had suffered some secret loss.
Jing Jiu said, "I saw the heavens and the people in the old plum garden."
Lu Guogong also knew about this incident, and he was a little puzzled, wondering what happened at that time
"He wants to kill me."
Jing Jiu didn't say what Tian Jinren did in detail.
Those fragments of spiritual consciousness sneaked into his body, more likely they wanted to peep.
But this method has already threatened his existence. If he succeeds, his life and death will be controlled by Tian Jinren.
So in his opinion, Tianjinren just wanted to kill himself.
Lu Guogong's expression changed drastically, and the wrinkles on his face blossomed into huge flowers. Naturally, it was not because of happiness, but because of seriousness.
He was shocked and puzzled why the master Tian Jinren would do such a thing to Jing Jiu.
"If he didn't leave the old plum garden tonight, then killing me would be a matter inside Qingshan."
Hearing this sentence, Duke Lu knew that he should immediately send someone to watch the old plum garden.
There is no need for Jing Jiu to make arrangements for this kind of thing.
Lu Guogong was a little worried and said: "It may not be easy for me to investigate the internal affairs of Qingshan."
Jing Jiu said, "No need to check, it's Fang Jingtian."
Duke Lu was shocked again, feeling a little heavy.
Fang Jingtian is the former peak master of Qingshan Sect, a big man who broke through the sea boundary.
Jing Jiu told him the name directly, which represented absolute trust.
This kind of trust also represents self-confidence.
He was sure that the Lu family would not betray him.
Or dare not
But why
Many years ago, after Lu Guogong inherited this secret from his father, he began to think about this problem.
He didn't think about it until now, but he said to himself—it's also very good, so as not to think too much about other issues.
"It's not easy to deal with people close to the sky."
Duke Lu did not hide his difficulties.
There are twenty-seven princes in the human dynasty. He is the most low-key but extremely powerful. The problem is that even he can't deal with Tian Jinren.
The other party is a master of arithmetic, admired by all people, and the White Deer Academy is even more famous, and he is also the best friend and half teacher of the West Sea Sword God.
Not to mention, the other party's coming to Chaoge City was originally an invitation sent by His Majesty the Emperor himself.
Hearing this, Jing Jiu was a little surprised, and asked, "Why?"
Lu Guogong did not answer this question directly, but said: "The invitation to Chanzi is sent out successively."
Jing Jiu understood, and said, "What does the emperor want?"
Duke Lu hesitated, and said in a low voice, "I dare not guess."
Jing Jiu asked, "Who is coming to Shuiyue Temple?"
There are many sects of Taoism in the mainland, and many senior masters are good at deduction and calculation, but the most famous ones are Shuiyue Temple and Guocheng Temple.
Before Tianjinren appeared, all ascetics wanted to obtain the signatures or piano lessons of these two families.
"The master of the nunnery is in retreat, so he didn't come."
Lu Guogong said: "The one who came is very mysterious. I still don't know who it is."
Jing Jiu was silent for a while, and said, "Do you want to know how many years you can live?"
Duke Lu dared not answer.
The emperor personally invited Zenzi and Tianjinren of Guocheng Temple, and also wanted to invite the master of Shuiyue Temple. What is the purpose of paying so much attention
Even the most powerful human beings on the mainland have unfathomable realms. As long as they cannot ascend, they will always face these problems in the final stage of their lives.
When death is approaching, some emperors will keep making alchemy and taking medicine in order to live forever, and some emperors will simply smash the pots and throw them, and come to him for a big carnival.
Today's emperor is an extremely wise king. If he wants to know his longevity, he naturally wants to arrange his funeral, himself and the entire human race.
Jing Jiu suddenly said, "I want to enter the palace."
This is naturally the meaning of Lu Guogong's arrangement.
Duke Lu was surprised, but he didn't say anything, and asked, "When?"
Jing Jiu stood up and said, "Now."
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The night was getting dark, and someone else would definitely not be able to enter the imperial palace on the spur of the moment, not even the most popular adult in the court.
But Lu Guogong can, because the affairs of Taichang Temple need to deal with the palace frequently, and more importantly, since the first emperor, Lu Guogong has been deeply trusted by two generations of emperors.
No matter how low-key he is, after the ups and downs of these years, no matter those people in the court or in the palace, they have already understood it.
The corner door of the imperial palace opened silently, and Duke Lu walked in with a young man wearing a hat.
This scene naturally caught the eyes of many people, but both the guards and the eunuch who happened to pass by turned around tacitly, pretending not to see it.
People who live in the palace, the last thing they want to be regarded as caring people, let alone be said to want to spy on the holy will afterwards.
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There were clouds coming from the south, covering the starlight, and the palace was completely dark, making the lights in the hall extraordinarily warm.
Standing on the stone steps in front of the palace, Lord Lu squinted his eyes slightly, staring at the movement around him like a falcon, but his eyes were finally attracted by his slanted shadow.
He didn't expect His Majesty to actually agree with Jing Jiu, and it was in the main hall.
One should know that Jing Jiu's superficial identity is just an ordinary Qingshan Sect disciple, why
He looked at his own shadow, thinking silently, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his lips.
What he said to his father many years ago - the most worrying thing of the Duke's Mansion for hundreds of years, the shadow - now it seems that he is thinking too much.
Father was right.
The will of His Majesty the God Emperor and the owner of the wooden tablet are indeed unified.
The hall was very quiet, and there was no sound of conversation.
Occasionally there will be a coughing sound, it should be Jing Jiu.
Occasionally hearty laughter sounded, it should be His Majesty.
Not long after, the door of the palace opened and Jing Jiu came out.
Duke Lu didn't know what he had said to His Majesty, he didn't ask, and led him to the outside of the palace.
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Back at the mansion, Jing Jiu smiled as he looked at the chess books that looked like hills.
He randomly picked up a book to read, and he knew that a chess book of this level was definitely not something that the "brother" in the front yard could find, it should be written by Duke Lu.
He brewed tea, took out the bamboo chair, lay down comfortably, and began to read.
The light rain is coming again, lightly knocking on the window, plus those boring chess books, it is best to fall asleep.
He didn't sleep until daylight came, finally read all the chess books, and waited for the news at the same time.