Chapter 184: The Tower of the Lord
The room was quiet.
The prince is immersed in the bureaucracy of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the distribution of the world's armies.
The four women below had cold expressions and still maintained their original postures.
That’s right! Although they could see that the prince was really reading the classics carefully, this... seemed like some kind of unbalanced comparison.
"Three hundred thousand troops of the Western Qin..."
The prince above suddenly spoke. The four girls couldn't help but look up and found that the prince was not talking to them, and lowered their heads coldly again.
Xin Zhuo now read about the army belonging to the Jiang family. The 300,000-strong army of the Western Qin Dynasty was controlled by a branch of the Jiang family. It was cultivated by several generations of the Jiang family and suppressed the Western Regions five thousand miles away. In various countries, there is also a certain demon country, demon clan and the like.
These troops are nominally part of the Imperial Divine Power Army, but they are Jiang's private army. Everyone in the world knows it. They are like hot potatoes. They cannot be abolished and must be re-appointed. However, they are only loyal to Jiang. Most of the middle and upper-level officers in the army only know the Jiang family and not the imperial court! Splashing water cannot enter, oil and salt cannot enter. The key is to eat the salary of the imperial court again!
Some rogues are real.
The names of the Jiang clan princes are more than just words.
Just like the 300,000 Nanli troops in the south, they only know Su Wuji, the king of Nanli County.
No one doubts Su Wuji’s reputation as a prince. Unlike the Jiang family, Su Wuji is the brother-in-law of the Emperor Tianshu, and his current majesty’s die-hard loyalist!
When mentioning Nan Lijun, Xin Zhuo couldn't help but think of that gentle and principled beautiful girl Su Miaojin. She helped him a lot and he still owes her three favors. Huh?
His hair suddenly stood on end, as if he had heard Murong Xiu say that Su Miaojin’s fiancé was the legitimate son of the Jiang family, holy shit! Are you talking about Jiang Yugui or yourself? At first, I was so focused on running for my life that I had no intention of listening, and I didn't hear clearly.
Could it be that... I am Su Miaojin's husband?
Did you kidnap your own wife? All kinds of threats?
I raised my head and looked at the four women who were saluting in front of me. I realized that an hour had passed and the four women were still saluting, with cold looks on their faces, as if they wanted to kill but didn't dare to kill.
Xin Zhuo can't wait to deal with Su Miaojin. There are many things to do. He has to do it step by step. He must first find out the power within the Jiang family, and then seek revenge and other things.
Put down the bamboo slips, close the brocade robe, and chuckle: "Tell me, how did you get into the Jiang family?"
"..."
The four women refused to answer, and even the charming fire-haired woman Sai Qingzhu in front looked a little colder.
"What's your name?" Xin Zhuo asked again.
“…”
The four women still don’t want to answer. It seems that they have already answered it. It is useless to say more.
"Very good!"
Xin Zhuo stretched, stood up and walked down. He looked at the four women carefully. He remembered a certain novel from his previous life and had a bad taste in his heart. He pointed at the fiery-haired and charming woman: "Sai Qingzhu, it sounds great, I won't change it!"
Sai Qingzhu glanced at him, you clearly remember it, why bother asking?
Xin Zhuo pointed at the woman with an oval face and said: "From now on, we will call you sweet potato!"
Not waiting for the woman to glare at him angrily, he pointed to the woman with blue eyes next to him: "Yam!"
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The woman was stunned, as if she didn't know how she looked like a yam.
Xin Zhuo had already pointed at the last elf-like foreign woman: "Bear's paw!"
The woman was stunned for a moment, and then completely exploded, biting her silver teeth and scolding her coldly. : "It's just vegetables and fruits, why should I be called bear paw? What do I look like?" Bear's paw?"
"You look like that!"
The prince yawned and walked towards the door. It was getting dark and the banquet in the front yard seemed to be over." Follow me around, don’t listen, don’t care about food, spank me!”
Seeing that the prince had already walked away, the four women turned around viciously to follow him as if they were about to eat someone.
"Fengweiyuan" is located in the middle of the central axis of the entire Jiang family. There is a wide pavilion road that can accommodate two carriages side by side on the east and west sides. It is the gorgeous residence of widowed aunts and widowed sisters-in-law. A magnificent single courtyard. The courtyards of the four widowed princesses, their aunts, sisters-in-law, and daughters are more special and expensive.
To the far east is Jiang Yugui's Crown Prince's Courtyard. Yes, he is also the Crown Prince, the son of his second uncle Prince Nanling, who has much lower gold content.
However, since the five princes have been dead for more than ten years, and the Jiang family is the only prince who has not had a prince who succeeded him, we can detect a subtle clue.
It's just that Xin Zhuo is too lazy to think about it. He just strolls in the corridor with elegant environment and grand style. He looks around and everything he sees feels new.
"Your Majesty!"
The maids and servants passing by took the initiative to step aside and saluted respectfully. Then they looked at the four women behind the Crown Prince, their expressions a bit strange.
Stop and go, I don’t know where I went, I seemed lost, and there was a tower-like building in front of me.
Two people were sitting cross-legged in front of the pagoda gate. A middle-aged man in his forties, with gray hair scattered randomly. He held a sword in his right hand and inserted it into the stone platform beside him. From the friction marks, it can be seen that he often does this. .
The sword entered the stone steps, which was a bit weird and wrong.
The other person is an old man in his sixties or seventies. His body is shriveled and his face is as dark as an old man selling carbon. But his old gray eyes are looking at Xin Zhuo and the others like a crocodile. Who knows who Xin Zhuo is looking at? Zhuo, the fourth girl behind her, then grinned, revealing yellow teeth that had not been brushed all year round, looking somewhat vulgar.
Xin Zhuo was startled for a moment, his eyes passed over the two of them and looked towards the top of the tower. There were waves of indescribable ripples around the top of the tower, like some kind of momentum.
The general trend of the world of the Venerable Paper Talisman!
Your Majesty?
At this moment, the old man who had been standing in front of the pagoda door with a wretched smile suddenly left an afterimage. With his figure blurred, he came to Xin Zhuo and slapped him with a palm. The strong wind from his palm blew. Xin Zhuo's long hair is fluttering.
A young master with profound attainments!
Xin Zhuo felt awe-inspiring in his heart, and he instinctively wanted to fight back, but he stopped.
"Guitoutuo, what are you going to do?"
Four scoldings came from behind. The four women looked at each other, but with a smile of relief on their faces, they shouted loudly Fierce, but not the slightest bit protective.
Xin Zhuo didn't move or even blink.
The old man named "Ghost Tutuo" had dark palms that seemed to be filled with poison, and he stopped three inches in front of his face.
My feet wearing tattered straw sandals landed on the ground, I blinked my old eyes, and the smile on my face became wider: "Boy, are you not afraid?"
"Remember to wash your hands next time, it smells too bad. Big!”
Xin Zhuo walked around him and walked towards the tower door.
"Guitou Tuo" still had a smile on his face, but his eyebrows were condensed into a wrinkled ball.
The Three Thousand Poison Kung Fu Ghost Tutuo has been making noise in Northern Xinjiang for thirty years. The great master has not come out, and no one can surrender. His fame is so domineering that it can stop children from crying. No one can see the slightest bit of martial arts. , how can we not be afraid?
But I never thought that I would really suffer from a boy today.
The smiles on the faces of the four Qingzhu girls behind them disappeared little by little. They suddenly realized that they could not understand the prince.
What kind of character does this kid who just came back from the frontier fortress have to be so stable and puzzlingly quiet?
Xin Zhuo had already walked to the gray-haired middle-aged man in front of the tower door. He held the hilt of the sword and pulled it out with a "Canglang" sound. Looking at the flashing red blade, he praised: "What a sword! I'm afraid it's worth a hundred." Two!”
The gray-haired middle-aged man opened his eyes suddenly, with a trace of surprise in his eyes.
Fat Toutuo was already stunned in the distance!
The four girls Sai Qingzhu also blinked their beautiful eyes desperately, feeling at a loss for a moment.
(End of this chapter)