The twelfth lunar month of winter.

The Wuwenhou Mansion in Jade City can be called the home of bells and cauldrons.

Although the garden rockery is simple in nature, it has taken on another layer of noble meaning because the owner of the house is named Hong.

Hong Xuanji.

Today, the Daqian Dynasty has a person who is inferior to ten thousand people. He is an extremely popular minister, the teacher of the prince, and is also the pinnacle martial saint in the world of cultivation, half-stepping into an immortal.

In this world, whether in the court or in the spiritual world, he is a very important figure.

Right in this Hong Mansion.

In the courtyard where her daughter planted wintersweets, Hong Xuejiao, who had returned from Xishan, was thinking over and over again with a complex expression.

Finally, she couldn't help but report the incident in Xishan to her father, Hong Xuanji.

The mysterious young man who appeared on the Western Mountain was as strong-blooded as his father. He was obviously a peak martial saint.

It was normal for several of them to be frightened away by him, but the key issue was that that person actually wanted to accept Hong Yi as his disciple.

Hong Xuejiao is not like the other brothers and sisters in the Hong Mansion who hate and disdain Hong Yi.

She had asked someone to consult this brother a few days ago.

The Crown Prince made a couplet, but no one could figure it out.

She asked someone to ask Hong Yi, and Hong Yi was indeed right.

This gave her a lot of face when the prince and his friends had a garden party.

However, she only admired Hong Yi's talent, and she didn't think that such a bastard could become a great person.

But now, Hong Yi is about to be accepted as a disciple by a mysterious master who is suspected to be a peak martial arts saint.

Let’s not talk about the origin of this mysterious young man and what his intentions are towards Hong Yi.

He said that his father, Hong Xuanji, was a great Neo-Confucian scholar who hated heretics the most. His Neo-Confucian principles were applied in the Hong Mansion, and the distinction between superiority and inferiority and the rules were extremely clear.

A stranger actually wanted to accept his son as his apprentice.

Since Hong Xuejiao heard it with her own ears, how could she hide it from her father?

Although Hong Xuejiao also knew that once she revealed this matter, it would mean that Hong Yi would not end well.

Hong Yi is a concubine in the mansion. If he really agrees to become his disciple, he will undoubtedly break the rules and regulations of the Hong mansion.

Such a disregard for philosophy, where is the mystery?

However, Hong Xuejiao was even more afraid that Hong Xuanji would be angry with her because of her concealment.

At that time, Xishan was not the only one who heard it.

Prince Cheng also heard about it, and this matter will definitely reach the ears of King Shenwei Yang Tuo.

Therefore, she couldn't hide it even if she wanted to.

The day after Hong Xuejiao returned from Xishan, she thought about it.

We arrived at the main hall of Hong Mansion.

Missing her father Hong Xuanji.

Only Mrs. Zhao was sitting on a rosewood chair covered with a ferret velvet blanket. She was holding a white cat and her voice came out slowly: "Your father was summoned by His Majesty last night. I went to the palace to handle political affairs, and I haven't come back yet."

Father has entered the palace.

Hong Xuejiao looked hesitant.

Should I wait until my father comes back to tell him about this matter, or...

Mrs. Zhao saw that Hong Xuejiao had something to say, and said gently: "If you have anything to say, tell me. I will tell the Marquis when he comes back."

Hong Xuanji had three wives and four concubines, and this Mrs. Zhao was his first wife.

Hong Xuejiao was the biological daughter of Mrs. Fang, a common wife. Therefore, she only respected and feared this eldest lady, but had no closeness to her.

After thinking about it, she realized that the main problem now was that she couldn't hide her father.

If we wait for my father to come back from the palace, there is no guarantee that his father will know about it from other aspects. If we talk about it then, it will be over.

Therefore, the same thing is said to Mrs. Zhao now.

The main thing is to prove yourself.

This is the life of people in such a graceful mansion, especially in Hong Xuanji's family. Everyone is afraid of him and must be careful and thoughtful in everything.

Later, Hong Xuejiao told Mrs. Zhao about Xishan.

Mrs. Zhao listened, paused slightly while stroking the cat, and said in a calm tone: "That's right, then this is Hong Yi's fault. How can he casually meet strangers and still be their apprentice? He

It’s not that we don’t know what kind of tutor our Hong family is, the Marquis is a master of Neo-Confucianism, so this kid is bringing disgrace to the Marquis’ face.”

Hong Xuejiao lowered her head and said nothing.

Mrs. Zhao said slowly: "I can't control this matter. After all, he is the son of the Marquis. Let's wait until the Marquis comes back."

Hong Xuejiao lowered her head and said, "Xuejiao will go back to her room first."

Mrs. Zhao nodded.

Hong Xuejiao slowly backed away and walked out of the main hall.

After a while.

An old lady in the main hall consciously closed the door of the main hall.

Grandma Zeng knew that the Madam seemed calm just now because she could not lose her grace in front of juniors.

Now, Hong Xuejiao has left.

Suddenly, there was a shrill meow.

I saw that the white cat that was usually loved by Mrs. Zhao had a bunch of white hair pulled off by her.

The cat was in great pain and jumped out in fear. It didn't know what happened to its owner.

At this time, Mrs. Zhao's face turned blue, she clenched her fingers tightly, and said through gritted teeth: "Meng Bingyun, you bitch, you won't stop even after death, and Hong Yi, a scoundrel, is actually fighting with a martial saint.

It’s related!”

She was the one who personally poisoned Hong Yi's mother at the beginning. The poison was so strong that it would not cause death on the spot, but would cause extremely severe pain.

Meng Bingyun was in pain for four or five days and died from the severe pain!

At first, she didn't dare to go too far because she thought that Hong Yi was Hong Xuanji's bloodline after all. Now, that little bastard was actually related to a martial saint.

You little scoundrel, do you want to overthrow the world?

Grandma Zeng quickly stepped forward, lowered her head and said, "Madam, should we strike first?"

Mrs. Zhao looked coldly: "No, if I do it privately, I will violate the taboo of mystery."

Grandma Zeng hesitated and said, "What?"

Mrs. Zhao's eyes were gloomy: "Xuanji is well informed. A martial saint has appeared near the capital. Even if he is in the palace, he will definitely receive the news. This bastard broke the family rules on his own. I don't need to take action. Xuanji also

I won’t let that scoundrel go.”

really.

In the imperial palace of Yujing City.

Emperor Daqian and Hong Xuanji were sitting in the Yangxin Hall.

The temperament of Qian Emperor Yang Pan is this heart-nurturing hall, which symbolizes the country, embraces all things, and is unfathomable.

And Hong Xuanji stood there like a divine pillar holding up the heaven and earth, more like a divine king, holding up the land for Emperor Qian and regulating yin and yang.

At this moment, they received the news from Xishan at the same time.

The king and his ministers were silent for a moment.

Yang Pan said slowly: "This son of yours was the one Meng Bingyun gave birth to for you, right?"

"Hong Yi, what a good name."

Hong Xuanji stood up at this moment, bowed slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Compared to my evil son, the peak martial saint named Zhou Taiyi mentioned in this news is the most important content."

Yang Pan closed his eyes and said: "A peak martial saint has appeared near the capital. His origin and purpose must be understood."

The most important thing is.

Zhou Taiyi.

This name was unheard of before.

Yang Pan, who was suspicious by nature, thought of some other possibilities.

Hong Xuanji said in a deep voice: "Let me handle this matter."

…

at the same time.
To be continued...