My Young Lord Is Really Righteous Chapter 152: ? The wind in the world gathers in Jiangling

Take the "Piaoxue Sword", one of the most famous swords in the world, as an introduction, to deliberately attract Luo Hong to the sword-watching conference?

Luo Hong's analysis caused Zhao Xinghe's eyes to shrink, and his breathing became slightly dignified.

Zhao Xinghe also thought about this possibility before, but the prince is really so confident that Luo Hong will participate in this sword-watching conference?

Then hang up the Piaoxue Sword solemnly, so you are not afraid that Zhenbei King will send someone to directly disturb the meeting and **** the Piaoxue Sword directly?

But I heard that this time it seems to be Wei Qiansui, the old **** in the deep palace, whose strength is unfathomable. He once followed the Emperor Xia, and the world is not clear about the specific realm.

Although the Luo Family has also cultivated many masters in secret, there are still very few masters who can compare with Wei Qiansui.

So, grabbing the sword... may not work.

What's more, once you choose to grab the sword, you will also have to face the fifty thousand mansion army of Jiangling Mansion. Jiangling Mansion is the Daxia Mansion and has fifty thousand mansion troops stationed. This army may not be as good as the northern part of the country. The Luo family’s black cavalry is not as good as the Chu Gou Army of the Chu family, but at least it is an army. The army that Jiangling Mansion spends huge amounts of money and food on every year is not raising a group of dummies.

Even if the first-rank master is surrounded by fifty thousand troops, it is not easy to break through, and in the end they will only end up with death.

What's more, there are masters like Wei Qiansui who are in charge.

Unless there are a few top rankings, the success rate of grabbing swords is very low.

"This is Yangmou, forcing my son to participate in this sword appreciation meeting..."

Luo Hong leaned on the armchair, took a sip of tea, and said lightly.

Zhao Xinghe frowned: "My son, it doesn't matter if you don't go to this sword-watching conference."

"The general and the prince should not let the son go."

When Zhao Xinghe thinks about it this way, he can also feel the danger of this sword-watching conference.

Even, in order to deliberately attract Luo Hong to participate, he even moved the venue of the Sword Appreciation Conference to Jiangling Mansion. Normally, these conferences are most suitable to be held in Imperial Capital.

However, the prince chose to hold it in Jiangling Mansion, so the purpose is self-evident.

It was to attract Luo Hong to participate, just like the reason why the secret realm of Heaven was set outside Anping County.

Thinking of this, Luo Hong fell into deep thought.

Vaguely, Luo Hong has a funny feeling, this prince...Is it okay to look for trouble?

Want to deliberately find something to do for Daxia?

The black knight of the Luo family is still guarding the north of Saibei, the king of the north of Zhenbei is still in full swing, and the crown prince punishes the Luo family to death like this...

Do you want to deliberately push the Luo family against it?

Luo Hong glanced at Zhao Xinghe, but did not ask this question.

Maybe there are some deep things that I don’t know.

Furthermore, the prince wanted to rectify the Luo family. He killed so many sons of King Zhenbei, and even the most outstanding peerless Tianjiao killed...

It's okay to kill such a bouncing grandson of Zhenbei Wang.

The relationship between the Luo family and the prince can be said to be endless, and it is reasonable for the prince to manage the Luo family.

But what good is it for the prince if it moves Luo's family like this and disrupts Daxia?

"Sword Appreciation Conference?"

"Force me to go?"

Luo Hong leaned on the armchair and smiled faintly.

Next, after Zhao Xinghe dissuaded Luo Hong for a few words, he didn't say anything, but continued to discuss some matters about the birthday of the king of Zhenbei.

This matter stunned Luo Hong.

Birthday?

Do you want to prepare a birthday gift?

Shou Li...Piaoxue Sword?

Thinking of this, Luo Hong narrowed his eyes. What a coincidence, this prince... really did it on purpose.

……

Zhenbei Wangfu.

The old Zhenbei King looked at the news revealed in the secret letter in his hand with a daze.

At the next moment, the secret letter was suddenly twisted into a ball and shattered to pieces.

"Xia Ji!"

The king of Zhenbei closed his eyes, his chest undulated violently, his nose exhaled and sucked, like a dragon vomiting.

Before sending a loan, the king of Zhenbei was murderous.

"Hongchen's relics...should be given out as rewards, where is this sword appreciation, this is a joke of rewarding my Luo family..."

The king of Zhenbei opened his eyes and recovered his calm, but there was a deep fatigue in the depths of his eyes.

A shadow appeared in the darkness, with a bit of chill in his voice, and said: "The prince, do you need to assemble the shadow guards to recapture the little prince's ‘Floating Snow’ sword?"

"No, this sword-watching conference can be regarded as an obvious trap."

"Wei Laogu personally protects the sword. Lao Li can only beat ten strokes in the hands of Wei Laogu. Do you think you have fought? And there is also Jiangling Mansion’s fifty thousand mansion army, Jiangling Mansion’s prefect is Zhang Jingzhi, the son of Zhang Shoufu. This person is different from the first assistant Zhang Huaiyi, he is more pedantic and rigid, and he has the best rules. If he takes the sword, he will order the fifty thousand mansion army to dispatch. Then... you all have to stay."

Zhenbei Wang said calmly.

The shadow in the dark was suddenly angry and unwilling.

"Xia Ji wanted to use this to stimulate this king, but this king just didn't make a move..."

"Besides, Xia Ji's goal is not this king." King Zhenbei took a deep breath: "Xia Ji took out the Snow Floating Sword as a reward. The bigger goal is to attract Luo Hong, and his goal is also Luo Hong. ."

The shadow in the darkness was startled.

"Little boy?"

"Uncle Luo Hong's relics, with Luo Hong's awe-inspiring justice, uprightness, and a temper that can't rub the sand in his eyes, I learned that the uncle's relics were insulted, would you not go there?"

Zhenbei Wang said, after finishing speaking, he sighed deeply.

"This kid... is so upright."

The shadow guard in the dark was silent.

After that, the long pavilion fell into silence.

For a long time, the servant of Zhenbei Wang Fang took paper and pen and wrote the letter by himself. After that, a flying pigeon flapped its wings and flew out of Zhenbei Wangfu.

The king of Zhenbei specially revised a book to tell Luo Hong not to participate in the sword appreciation meeting.

……

The Imperial Palace.

The Palace of King Ning.

This is a somewhat depressed mansion, at least from the outside. In the eyes of many officials in Daxia today, the owner of this mansion is even more depressed and miserable.

The princess was taken into the deep palace by Emperor Xia, and was accepted as a concubine, but Ning did not dare to say anything, so he could only accept it obediently.

What a miserable thing this is. His wife was robbed, but he didn't even have the courage to become a confidante in anger.

However, everyone understands, because the one who took his wife was Emperor Xia, the supreme Da Xia Zi.

The outside of the mansion is extremely depressed, but there are two situations in the house and the depression outside.

Not only the fallen leaves are clean, but even the atrium is clean.

In the room, a majestic middle-aged man crossed his knees on the futon, and in front of him, there was a woman wearing a veil, but showing her beauty between her brows. She was holding a charred xylophone. , Slender, white fingers flicked on the strings, like the sound of big beads falling on a jade plate, and the sound of the piano is endless.

Yoyou sandalwood lingers around the house.

It makes people calm and calm, and the spirit fluctuates slightly.

For a long time, the sound of the piano gradually stopped.

The woman's palm stroking the piano, stopped the trembling strings, and the sound of the piano in the room stopped abruptly.

The figure cross-legged on the futon also gradually opened his eyes.

"Situ everyone's piano skills are getting better and deeper, and I heard that this king is really baptized and happy."

Ning Wang chuckled lightly.

The woman got up, leaned slightly, her beauty but a slight smile appeared on her face.

"The prince is absurdly praised."

Wang Ning clapped his hands, stood up, stretched his waist, there is no resentment on his face of being taken away from his wife.

It's more like a free and easy-going farm landlord.

Wang Ning carried his hands on his back, looked at the spotless courtyard, smiled, and said, "Situ, don't you go to Jiangling for a while?"

"Luo Hongchen's saber "Floating Snow" was used as a reward by my brother to play around. Situ everyone is not angry?"

Ning Wang turned around and looked at the beautiful luthier with a smile.

The woman has put the guqin into the case and carried it on Tingting's delicate back.

"Back then, the'Red Dancing Sword, Situ Fuqin, a song of love for a soulmate', but many literati in the Emperor Beijing admired it. Unfortunately, the Red Dust has passed away, and no one is dancing swords for the sound of Situ's piano..."

Ning Wangdao.

"There is no one to match." The woman answered.

Qianxi smiled slightly, but what she said was extremely arrogant.

"Jiangling Mansion, I will go to Jiangling Mansion. No one will take the sword of Hongchen. I will take it. Lord...bye."

Women's way.

After that, he leaned slightly toward King Ning, and walked out of the atrium.

The smile on Wang Ning's face began to disappear gradually, looking at the woman's back, frowning, but heartbroken.

"Everyone is dead, do I need to care so much?"

"If you want, this king can give up the name of the prince at any time and hide with you into the mountains..."

The woman paused and shook her head.

There was a breeze, and the image of the woman melted into the wind, and gradually disappeared.

Prince Ning's Mansion was quiet again.

A dead leaf fell from the tree, flying, lying quietly in the spotless courtyard of the palace.

Wang Ning stared at the fallen leaf, his face suddenly twisted, as disgusting as swallowing a fly, he raised his hand and grabbed it, and the fallen leaf was instantly crushed into fly ash by invisible force.

The atrium is clean again and spotlessly clean.

……

Jiangling Mansion has been a rich place in Daxia since ancient times, with many lakes and many beautiful scenery.

There is a poetry sword fairy who even made "A thousand miles of Jiangling to return in one day", which made the reputation of Jiangling Mansion to a higher level. The ten sceneries of Jiangling were also popular because of this, attracting many literati and poems to come here. , Infinite Merry.

During this time, Jiangling Mansion was on fire again. One of the ten famous swords, the "Piaoxue" sword, was born. The prince ordered a sword appreciation conference to be held in Jiangling Mansion to find the master of the famous sword.

Since ancient times, famous swords have been paired with celebrities, which makes so many literati and sorrows heart, so many swordsmen jealous.

The Piaoxue Sword, one of the world's famous swords, cuts iron like mud. The sword master Zhai Yuzi is casting swords with the sword of heaven and earth. The moment the famous sword is released, the world is falling snow, letting the sword aura accompanying the sword furnace. It is also transformed into a flying snow, hence the name of the Piaoxue sword.

When the news of the sword-watching conference came out, almost all of the people from all over the world were in commotion, riding horses or taking boats to Jiangling and rushing to this rich and prosperous land from all over the world.

On the Luoshen Lake in Jiangling, there are many flower boats singing and singing every night, and the celebrity oiran is smiling and beautiful on the lake, making the Luoshen Lake a romantic show.

Jiangling Mansion, Government Office.

A young prefect standing in an official gown and wearing a black gauze official hat, beside him, a commander in armor also showed a certain dignity.

"Your Majesty, Wei Qiansui’s ship has arrived at Jiangling Mansion. The prince said nothing and held a sword appreciation meeting on the shore of Luoshen Lake. I want to get involved."

"After all, Luo Hongchen's saber is so attractive."

"Piaoxue, one of the ten famous swords, used to hold this sword, and used the third-rank strength to use the great freedom sword he had realized, exploding with earth-shaking power, defeating the first-rank, and shocking the world... the world felt that Piaoxue Hidden in the sword is the "Great Freedom Sword" that Luo Hongchen practiced back then."

"Because nowadays countless sword repairmen are pouring into Jiangling, and they are coming for swords, all want to fight, what if you become the master of Piaoxue sword?"

The leader is somewhat helpless. The influx of so many people from the rivers and lakes has made the public security of Jiangling Mansion a problem. You must know that there are constant vendettas between the rivers and lakes, and you are jealous when you see each other. I cut you and you kill me, but frequently occur.

The public security in Fucheng suddenly became messy, causing the leader to have a headache.

The young prefect has a firm face, "The secret realm of Heavenly Secrets was opened in Anping County. It is not more complicated than the situation now? The small Anping County can handle it, why can't I be able to do it in Jiangling Fucheng?"

"Increase your military strength and handle public security. Anyone who dares to make trouble in the city, kill."

"Kill more people, in order to follow your example, those quacks will not dare."

Young prefect.

Leader and hear the words, bow respectfully.

Although this prefect is young, the leader dare not underestimate it. After all, this prefect is the son of Zhang Shoufu at the time, and the tiger father has no dogs. The achievements and abilities of the prefect Zhang over the years are obvious to all.

Go ahead.

The young prefect walked out of the mansion, blowing a cold wind, with a firm face and deep eyes.

"Sword Appreciation Conference...what is the Prince Xia Ji thinking?"

"Father said that the situation in the court is like a mess, you can't see through, don't stand in line..."

"Xiahuang Nahu concubine, the prince is too mad, the Ning king closed his heart, the Luo family is like a sick tiger, the Chu family has fangs..."

The young prefect whispered.

"Who will be the final winner?"

He looked towards Anping County: "Sword Appreciation Conference, Luo Hong, this son... dare to come?"

"The prince speaks, the sword appreciation meeting, limited to the second rank and below monks to participate, to find the master of the famous sword, and it is clear that it is for Luo Hong."

"If you come, you may not leave."

The words fell, and Shen Ning stayed for a long time.

After that, the young prefect smiled faintly.

"No matter what, as my father taught, when you are at a loss...it is better to stand by rules."

……

Seibei.

Under the yo-yo oil lamp.

Luo Hou rolled up the still-inked letter paper, stuffed it into the pigeon and let it go.

He then sat back in a chair in a daze.

Luo Hongchen... That was the elder brother he admired most in his heart, the most outstanding elder brother, who overwhelmed the world with one sword, brought supreme glory to the Luo family, but also caused the Luo family to encounter boundless crisis.

"Unconsciously, Big Brother has been dead for fifteen years."

Luo Hou sighed, his simple and honest face was a bit tired.

For fifteen years, honestly, he was forced to become a Luo slaughter.

He shook his head and stopped thinking about these things. He took out the half-knitted sweater from under the bed and continued knitting.

It's just that he was in a trance.

Can you persuade this son to live?

Unable to persuade him, he grabbed the sword and ran away?

……

Anping County.

Luo Hong hasn't slept for a day.

And this night, he received two letters, one from the Imperial Capital and the other from Saibei.

One copy was written to him by Zhenbei Wang.

"Grandson, this matter has nothing to do with you. You don’t need to carry the pressure caused by your uncle’s affairs. Don’t go to this **** sword watching conference~ IndoMTL.com~ People have been dead for more than ten years. What is there to reward the broken sword, learn from the master, and grandpa will look after you."

A letter from King Zhenbei, telling him not to go to the sword-watching convention.

Opening the second letter, this is from his father Luo Hou from Saibei.

This is also the first time my father wrote a letter.

The content is very concise, just four words.

"Son, don't go."

Luo Hong looked at these two letters and couldn't help laughing.

Will you go?

Luo Hong received the letter, took out the human skin booklet, and patted it.

Perhaps, we have to expand the scope of collecting evil.

I lifted my head, the white belly of the fish gradually appeared in the east, and there was purple gas surging. The first ray of sunlight broke through the clouds and sprinkled on the earth.

It seems to have given the earth a new look.

Out of the mansion, the wind in the atrium is a bit cool.

Yuan Xiazi stood in the courtyard holding a bamboo pole, tilting his head slightly.

Xiao Douhua didn't know when, holding the two swords of Tianji and Chunjun, stood quietly behind him.

His pretty face is a bit stubborn, Shuiling's big eyes, staring at Luo Hong firmly.

It seems that even if Luo Hong drives her away, she will not leave.

"I'm the Sword Servant, the son grabbed the sword, so you have to give it to me!"

Xiaodouhua said seriously.

Luo Hong smiled, looked back from Xiaodouhua's wide-open eyes, and looked at Yuan Xiazi.

"Senior Yuan, you are familiar with Jiangling, do you want to accompany my son for a while?"

Luo Hongdao.

Yuan Xiazi has a few strands of gray hair hanging down, his turbid eyes, he can't see anything clearly, but when he hears this, he squints and the corners of his mouth rise.

"Old and old, it is a great honor."

On this day, the morning light jumped through the clouds, and the dew had not yet dried.

The gate of Anping County is wide open.

An ordinary carriage, with a blind old man as a coachman, drove out of the small county seat in a hurry.

In the morning light, crush a place and raise dust.

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