Riding the Pheonix Chapter 298: Round table

Fu Jin was coerced into the carriage, only to find that his student who was now Jing Zhaoyin was in the carriage. When he saw him coming up, he cupped his hands with a smile: "Sir, how is your stay at Prime Minister Lu's Mansion?"

He was furious: "You have something to do, don't you know how to talk to me?"

Jiang Wenfeng spread his hands innocently: "Didn't Mr. Ning speak nicely?"

Ning Xiu outside the car replied seriously: "Well, I told you, Mr. Jiang already knows about it."

"..." Fu Jin stroked the torn cuffs and smiled, "It's an oversight. You said you have something to do, what's the matter?"

"It wasn't the students who said it, it was someone else."

After Jiang Wenfeng finished answering, Ning Xiu cracked his whip and the carriage drove forward.

Then no one spoke.

They successfully exited the city gate and headed for the outskirts of Beijing. Fu Jin watched the scenery outside flash past and slowly entered a wide mountain road.

"Xuandu Temple?" He was thoughtful.

Half an hour later, the carriage turned into a trail. The road was obviously narrow and the road ahead was dark, but under Ning Xiu's driving, it was smooth.

Finally, Ning Xiu pulled the reins, shouted, and the horse stopped.

He raised the curtain: "Here we are, sir. Please."

Fu Jin got out of the car and saw a simple mountain courtyard in front of him. The fence walls were covered with wild flowers and weeds, and the few green lights in the house were like beans.

The three of them walked into the yard through the night dew, and Ning Xiu knocked on the door.

"Here we come." A soft female voice sounded, and the door creaked open.

Fu Jin touched the beard on his chin and thought about which play was being performed tonight.

He knew exactly what kind of temper this student was. With Jiang Wenfeng here, it will definitely not be detrimental to him.

You can kidnap him in this way, which somehow feels like a show of power...

As soon as Fu Jin thought about it, he knew who the owner of this female voice was.

He laughed. This kid is unwilling to suffer at all. Santai Academy was fooled by him once, and now he is helping others to suppress his limelight. Hmm, do you think this will put him at a disadvantage? He is too underestimated as a gentleman.

As for Miss Ming, she is more powerful than he imagined! Before he could find her, she came here first. Well, he likes being so proactive!

Fu Jin thought happily and followed Ning Xiu into the hut.

Under the dim light, the first thing I saw was a girl in her prime, with a slender figure and picturesque features.

Fu Jin only glanced at it and praised it in his heart.

Such a beauty is enough to make all flowers eclipse.

But he quickly frowned again.

Such an appearance is extremely lethal to young people. Will it affect...

Just when he thought of this, Fu Jin looked up and the smile on his face quickly disappeared.

The girl took a step aside, revealing a simple round table.

Two men sat at the square table. One was wearing a Taoist robe, and he looked like an immortal from Xuandu Temple. The other one is wearing a golden crown and is dressed in fine clothes, but he is a young man.

Hearing the voice, the young master raised his head and looked this way.

Under the light, her face is like jade, and the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows is particularly ostentatious.

The moment I saw him, all the little thoughts disappeared from my mind.

Fu Jin walked straight in front of him and stared at his features, carefully, over and over again.

After a long while, he said to Jiang Wenfeng: "You should have said it first, so that sir would be a little more prepared."

This reaction made Jiang Wenfeng a little surprised, and he replied: "What do you want to prepare, sir?"

Fu Jin shook his head, did not answer the question, and then bowed down solemnly and formally.

This time, he didn’t say anything. He seemed to feel that nothing was appropriate.

Yang Shu was stunned for a moment before he remembered to help him. Fu Jin had already finished the salute.

"Sir..."

Fu Jin smiled. At this moment, he was the gentle and elegant Confucian again. But this time, the reason why he is like this is not because he wants to show off, but because he thinks it is necessary.

"Young master, do you know who I am?"

Yang Shu nodded silently.

Fu Jin laughed: "That's great, it saves the effort of explanation."

Only Jiang Wenfeng recognized both parties present, so he came forward to introduce them.

After greeting each other, Mingwei said: "Mr. Fu, please sit down. I think you know why you are invited here today. We don't have much time, so let's not worry about the false courtesy and go straight to the topic."

Everything about seniority and inferiority was put aside at this time, and the six people sat together in a circle.

Fu Jin looked at the people in front of him, each one younger than the other. The oldest one was his student Jiang Wenfeng, who was only in his late thirties.

He laughed in his heart. He felt a little guilty discussing fatal matters with such a group of young people. But if you think about it seriously, this group of people really cannot be underestimated.

Needless to say, he is a student, but he has just become Jing Zhaoyin. He will be promoted once his term is over, and it is not uncommon for him to enter the political hall and become a very popular minister in a few years.

The temple master Xuanfei had just been granted the title of Imperial Master after returning from Qiu Lie. Xuandu Guan usually has no sense of existence, but when it is really used, it is a big killer.

As for Ning Xiu, it sounds like he is a very ordinary person in the world, but Fu Jin knows that his master is a great master, otherwise the eldest princess would not have begged him to save Yang Shu's life.

Finally, his eyes fell on Mingwei.

This person seems to have an ordinary origin, but he is the most mysterious person.

"Young Master, do you all know?" Fu Jin got straight to the point.

Mingwei nodded: "He already knows all the clues~IndoMTL.com~. But that conclusion is our speculation after all. And the only one who really knows the answer is Mr. Fu. Therefore, we will tell Fu Sir, please come here, I hope you can give us a definite answer."

Yang Shu remained silent.

He thought about a lot, but he never thought about this answer.

He is neither the emperor's illegitimate son nor Yang Erye's biological son.

Fu Jin fixed his eyes on Yang Shu and asked Wen Yan: "So, where is the young master? Are you ready to hear this answer?"

Yang Shu raised his head and looked at him.

"Please sir, please clarify my doubts."

Fu Jin smiled: "Then please listen carefully, Master. I will not say these words a second time."

……

It was already getting late, and Mrs. Ji looked at the courtyard door for an unknown number of times.

"Why aren't you back at such a late hour? It's not unusual for a girl to stay up all night!"

Hearing her complaint, Ji Ling, who was sitting in the hall reading a book, didn't even raise his head: "Mom, didn't I tell you to leave your cousin's affairs alone? She is not an ordinary person."

"Regardless of whether she is a member of our family, she will always be worried, right?" Mrs. Ji made a pair of sleeves, bit off the knots, and compared them, "It's not easy for Xiao Wu to enter Xuandu." Look, someone has taken care of it, and there is one more person staying out all night at home, which is really worrying."

Ji Ling finished reviewing the last sentence and closed the book. Seeing the sleeves on Mrs. Ji's hand, she looked at them for a while and said, "Mom, are you too young?"

Mrs. Ji rolled her eyes at him: "It's not for you, why is it so small? You are not the only one in the family who can read and write."

Oh, it turned out to be for my cousin! ...