My Young Lord Is Really Righteous Chapter 32: ? Smell your reputation

　　 Blue and White Wenhui, Luo Hong felt that he should pay more attention to it.

　　 After all, it took a quota for Hu Zhishui. Now, Hu Zhishui is also the protagonist in his villain's diary.

　　 Now that the target is defined, what Luo Hong will do next is much simpler, as long as it is focused on Hu Zhishui, it will be much simpler than the previous vague villain.

　　The moon is like frost, cold and arrogant.

　　 shines through the vermilion carved wooden window.

　　 Luo Hong crossed his knees on the pinewood wooden bed, and Yuehua shining on him, as if putting a light veil on him.

　　He first followed the "Sword Qi Jue" and circulated the sword qi, and the pain like a knife cut came from the meridians, making Luo Hong's forehead covered with falling beads of sweat.

　　Too painful!

　　 Luo Hong gritted his teeth and followed the route of "Sword Qi Jue" for five times, but he couldn't hold it.

　　 After a short break, Luo Hong chose to practice "The Evil Shadow of the Undead".

　　 Compared with "Sword Qi Jue", the operation of "Undead Evil Shadow" is much more comfortable.

　　With the continuous operation of the exercises, the human evil spirit in Luo Hong's body began to be continuously extracted and compressed into the dantian.

　　Ren Sha was extracted, making the positive yang energy in his body stronger and stronger.

　　Under the shining of the moon, the air of positive yang is like a rainbow, like a living Buddha, shaped like a golden body, faintly glowing.

　　 Luofu, the roof.

　　 Steward Chen wandered in the dark with a green shirt.

　　 He carried his hands on his back, his eyes were a bit deep, and his thin face was a bit of a sword-like coldness.

　　's gaze shifted horizontally and his gaze was sharp. Through the vermilion carved wooden window, he saw Luo Hong sitting on the bed. The coldness on his face disappeared like ice and snow melted, and there was a little spoiling emotion.

　　 Looking at the light radiating from the positive energy of Luo Hong and the glow of the moon, the housekeeper Chen couldn't help but sigh.

　　 "The son's righteousness... is getting stronger and stronger. Killing the evil spirits really has a huge boost to the son's mood. This righteousness is not weaker than the eighth-grade Confucianism."

　　 Steward Chen turned his head and looked at Luo Xiaoxiao’s courtyard.

　　 "Who is Romeo...cousin?"

　　 Luo Xiaoxiao was "big", kicked off the quilt, lay on the bed, screaming, talking in sleep.

　　 Steward Chen suddenly laughed.

　　 The next moment, his body teleported on the roof, like a leaf blown by the wind, and appeared in Luo's small house in the blink of an eye.

　　 carefully covered Luo Xiaoxiao with a quilt.

　　咻咻咻.

　　 Butler Chen returned to the roof, with his hands on his back, standing like a cold front.

　　His kind and gentle eyes gradually became cold.

　　 "With me, Chen Tianxuan, whoever touches the son and the young lady, kill!"

　　 The word "kill", as if standing between the heavens and the earth, faintly provokes the sky's earthquake roar.

　　……

　　 The next day.

　　 Luo Hong woke up early.

　　 Today is June 20, the day when the Blue and White Cultural Festival is held.

　　 Luo Hong put on a snow-white brocade suit, with a strand of hair hanging from his forehead, making him look more and more graceful.

　　 entered the main hall, Xiaodouhua was ready for breakfast.

　　 Luo Hong squinted at Xiaodouhua. Xiaodouhua blushed as she remembered what happened yesterday, and rushed to the kitchen in a panic.

　　 Steward Chen ate the bean curd, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of this scene, and almost choked on the bean curd.

　　The young man now...Is it progressing so fast? !

　　 Luo Xiaoxiao stayed physically asleep again, and his heart had begun to yearn for a delicious breakfast, and was carried into the main hall by the maids.

　　 Luo Hong skillfully scooped half of the bean curd in Luo's small bowl into his own bowl, and left her a fritters.

　　 After eating and drinking enough.

　　 Luo Hong got up and excitedly prepared to leave Luo Mansion.

　　 When Zhao Donghan saw this, he wore a long knife around his waist, with a stern face, and stepped to keep up.

　　 "Old Zhao, I have important things to do when I go out today. You don't need to follow me, so you can have a good rest."

　　 Luo Hong hurriedly said when he saw that Zhao Donghan was about to follow.

　　 Zhao Donghan was startled, the scar on his face wriggled slightly.

　　 "My son, it's very unsafe lately, your subordinates should follow. If something goes wrong, the subordinates can take action in time."

　　 Zhao Donghan Road.

　　 Steward Chen's serious words, he still remembers, so he can't care about it.

　　 Luo Hong is naturally unwilling, but he painstakingly discourages him.

　　"Where is the son going today? Give Lao Zhao a letter..."

　　 Finally, Zhao Donghan did not insist, but said dumbly.

　　 Luo Hong thought for a while, and reported the address marked on the invitation: "Qinghualou."

　　 When Zhao Donghan heard the words, the scar on his face danced and gave Luo Hong a meaningful look.

　　 "Subordinates understand, son, although you are young, but...you must be temperate."

　　 Zhao Donghan Road.

　　 finished speaking, he turned and left.

　　 It turns out that the son is going to the Qinghualou, so it's no wonder that he is not allowed to follow.

　　 Qinghualou, Anping County's largest place of wind, flowers, snow, and moon, the famous Goulan place.

　　The son goes for fun, what does he do with him? !

　　 Luo Hong didn't expect Zhao Donghan to turn around so simply.

　　, he kept on talking.

　　Leaving Luofu, Zhao Donghan has prepared a carriage for him intimately. After getting into the carriage, the coachman drove Luo Hong to Qinghualou.

　　 After a long time, the carriage passed through several crooked alleys and then stopped in front of the famous Qinghua Building in Anping County.

　　 Normally, Qinghualou is popular at night, when the lanterns are on, all kinds of wealthy people will come to Qinghualou to listen to small songs, eat seafood and so on.

　　 However, today’s Qinghualou is also very lively.

　　Students wearing Confucian shirts, literati and saucy people gathered in front of the door, talking and laughing with each other.

　　 Qinghualou is a three-story octagonal pavilion. Even the deep alleys can't conceal her elegance. In Anping County, it is unique and of considerable scale.

　　 However, today’s Qinghualou was reserved by Hu Zhishui, a great philanthropist from Anping County, to hold cultural events.

　　 The Hu Family in Anping County is the home of powerful merchants that have emerged in recent years. Hu Zhishui is also a well-known good man. If he is rich, he is a very good person. Although Master Hu has no fame, But he admires scholars very much, and often holds literary meetings and the like.

　　 Therefore, Master Hu has a good relationship with many scholars, and he is also quite admired by scholars.

　　 When the carriage of Luo Mansion appeared in front of the Qinghua Tower, many scholars and scholars had their eyes condensed.

　　 They recognized Luo's carriage.

　　"This is Luofu's carriage?"

　　"Luofu of Anping County? It is Luofu where Lord Luohong is located? Is Lord Luohong in the carriage?"

　　"Master Hu also invited Master Luohong? No way~IndoMTL.com~Don't Master Luohong never participate in this kind of literary meeting?"

　　 A literati scholar looked at the carriage with amazement.

　　 The carriage stopped, Luo Hong opened the curtain, and a white shirt was like snow.

　　, Luo Hong, who was dressed somewhat elegantly, got out of the carriage and looked at Qinghualou with a complicated expression.

　　 Qinghualou, it turned out to be the land of Golan, no wonder that Zhao Donghan's eyes are so weird.

　　 The literati around were a little excited, and gathered towards Luo Hong, planning to say hello to Luo Hong. After all, Master Luo Hong’s elegant and easy-going name is not weak for Master Hu in Anping County.

　　 However, just when many literati and sorrows gathered around.

　　 There was a push and shoving from the crowd, and a figure screamed and rushed towards Luo Hong frantically.

　　 "Luo Hong! You thief! Shameless rascal, stealing my paper will be an invitation! You can't die!"

　　 Jia Sidao's eyes are red, with a shaggy beard, and the look in Luo Hong's eyes is full of hatred.

　　His uncle Wang was dismissed by Luo Hongkeng, which caused him to lose his support in the yamen, and he was also caught in a large prison and endured several days of imprisonment.

　　 The most important thing is that when he returned home, he found that he had spent a dozen silver dollars to buy the invitation to the Wenhui from the subordinates of the Hu Mansion, but Luo Hong had stolen it!

　　, coupled with the blow from the prison disaster, suddenly made him lose his mind.

　　 He knew that since Luo Hong had taken away his invitation, he was likely to come to this essay meeting today, so he deliberately squatted here early.

　　 If Luo Hong appeared, he would violently expose Luo Hong's name for stealing posts.

　　 Don’t you love your reputation the most, Lord Luohong?

　　Then he Jia Sidao is going to stigmatize your Luo Hong's reputation!