Chapter 125
Embroidered Clothes House, Courtesy, Jiangnan
Chapter 125 Embroidered Clothes House, Courtesy, Jiangnan
A poem is completed.
Jiang Nan looked at Zhao Wenzhao, "Brother Zhao, it's time for me to write a question."
Zhao Wenzhao was stunned for a long time, then sighed: "Mr. Jiang, Xiaosheng admits defeat, so he won't make a fool of himself."
Wang Chunyun blinked, why did he just admit defeat?
Jiang Nan cupped his hands: "Accept."
"Mr. Jiang made a poem in three steps. Xiaosheng admires it very much. How can he let him say it?"
Zhao Wenzhao waved his hand, "Now the teacher is giving lectures in Qizhou. When he comes back, Xiaosheng will come to invite you."
"Thank you very much." Jiang Nan said with a smile.
Afterwards, Zhao Wenzhao bid farewell respectfully.
Only Wang Chunyun and Jiang Nan were left in the courtyard.
"Brother Jiang, you are amazing!"
Wang Chunyun sighed and said, "Don't look at that boy Wen Zhao who speaks politely, but he is extremely strong in poetry and writing. This is the first time I have seen such a thing as retreating without a fight."
He looked at Jiangnan with deep curiosity: "Brother Jiang, I don't know poetry, how did you do it?"
Jiang Nan curled his lips and prevaricated casually.
You think I understand?
Suddenly, he fixed his eyes and looked at Wang Chunyun: "You... have been promoted to the fifth rank?"
When the latter heard this, he showed an expression of "how did you see it?" and sighed pretending to be distressed: "Oh, I broke through by accident."
Seeing his appearance, Jiang Nan frowned.
If he remembers correctly, when they met for the first time in Xunyang more than a year ago, Wang Chunyun was only of the eighth rank.
In just one year, he broke through to rank five.
This is no longer the speed that normal practice can achieve.
Wang Chunyun is also a strange flower. He obviously cultivates Confucianism and Taoism, but he doesn't pass poetry and essays.
If so, that's all.
The key practice speed is still so terrifying.
Jiang Nan narrowed his eyes slightly, it seems that this seemingly inconspicuous guy also hides some secrets...
"Brother Jiang, don't look at me like that."
Receiving Jiangnan's surprised gaze, Wang Chunyun raised his head and held his chest high, "Although I can't beat you in actual combat, I am ahead of you with this cultivation..."
Before he finished speaking, his slightly satisfied expression froze.
Because Jiang Nan suddenly exuded an aura of the fifth rank.
"You...you are also... fifth rank?" Wang Chunyun trembled, unbelievable.
His cultivation speed is terrifying enough.
I thought that I surpassed Jiangnan in terms of cultivation, and I wanted to show off.
Unexpectedly, it was so ugly.
Jiang Nan smiled shyly, imitating his appearance, and sighed: "Oh, I also broke through by accident."
"..."
Wang Chunyun: "Monster!"
After many days, the reunion of the two passed in each other's Versailles.
Before leaving, Wang Chunyun put away his playful smile: "Brother Jiang, I actually have one more thing to do here."
His face became serious, "You are about to become a Marquis, there must be countless people in this capital who want to tempt and curry favor with you."
"But you must remember that everyone else can act on the occasion, but the two princes who are fighting for the right thing, never get involved with them!"
"The battle for the heirloom is too dangerous, if you are not careful, you will be lost forever!"
Jiang Nan said seriously: "Brother Wang, please rest assured, Sister Xun has already reminded me of this matter when she came."
Seeing this, Wang Chunyun nodded: "That's good, it seems that Mo Yasha was very thoughtful..."
"Brother Wang..."
"what happened?"
"Behind you..."
Wang Chunyun's elated expression suddenly froze, and his face turned pale!
He suddenly felt a deep chill rising from behind him.
It is ten thousand times colder than the heavy snow.
In the cold weather, beads of sweat rose from Wang Chunyun's forehead.
"Brother Jiang, I remembered that the kang was still burning at home... so I left first!"
"One step, I can travel thousands of miles!"
As soon as the words were spoken, Wang Chunyun's figure disappeared in front of Jiangnan in a flash.
slipped.
"Hmph, you run pretty fast." Jian Xun at the door snorted softly and walked into the courtyard.
"He's also joking, sister Xun, don't take it to heart."
Jiang Nan said casually, "Why do you suddenly have time to come to my place?"
"Someone from Xinfang informed you that there was a letter sent to you from outside the capital, but seeing that there are guests in your courtyard, they just waited outside."
Jian Xun explained: "It's cold, I let them leave first, and I came here to tell you."
After finishing speaking, she showed a sly look, "Jiangnan, did the girl you dated outside send you a longing letter?"
Jiang Nan sighed: "Don't make fun of me."
Embroidery gives great power, and natural supervision is also extremely strict.
All letters sent from outside the capital have to go through a complicated process in the tea room to check that there are no insidious methods like curses in the letters before they can be sent to Xinfang for Xiuyi to pick up.
This is almost the same as the rules in the military.
Although Jiangnan is embroidered clothes with outer fingers, but he lives in Qingfeng Mansion, the letters he receives will naturally go through Xinfang.
"Thank you, Sister Xun, I'll go get it now." Jiang Nan cupped his hands.
He already had a vague guess in his heart.
While they were still on their way back from Hongzhou, the Great Xia court had already announced the matter of being a Marquis to the world.
With the keen sense of smell of the forces of all parties, they naturally received the news at the first time.
After all, it is not a trivial matter for Da Xia to be a Marquis.
Jiangnan estimated that Jianlu should have heard the news and sent a letter.
Xinfang is located on the side of the tea room, which is a two-story attic.
After Jiang Nan walked in, he went straight to the counter.
Standing in front of the stage was an old man who was over half a century old, with gray hair, but his clothes and makeup were meticulously arranged.
Seeing the visitor, he said slowly, "Master Xiuyi is trustworthy?"
Jiangnan nodded.
The old man asked again: "May I ask for your name?"
"Jiangnan, please trouble the old man." Jiangnan said.
"My surname is Qian. Master Xiuyi can call me Deacon Qian." The old man turned around, took out a large stack of letters from the letter shelf with some difficulty, and placed them on the counter.
"Jiang Xiuyi, you have received so many letters!"
After finishing speaking, he picked up the first letter and began to check it, saying: "The letter from Shanyuan City in the Weishui River Basin, delivered to the Embroidery Envoy Jiangnan."
Jiang Nan nodded and took it.
The old man picked up the second letter again: "A letter from the royal family of Wutie Kingdom, delivered to the Embroidered Clothes Envoy Jiangnan."
Jiangnan nodded.
When he got the third letter, the old man was stunned.
He read it several times before he was sure he read it correctly, "Letter from Jianlu in Youzhou, delivered to Embroidered Clothes Envoy Jiangnan."
After all, he looked at Jiangnan and felt that this person looked familiar.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the old man's mind, and then he contacted Jiangnan's name and the rumored relationship with Jianlu, and he couldn't help but exclaimed!
"You...you are Lord Jianghou?"
This sound made everyone in Xinfang turn their heads.
Jiang Nan bit the bullet and took the letter.
The old man seemed to be aware of his gaffe, coughed in shame, and continued to take out a letter, saying, "A letter from the Nanhuang and Nanli tribes, delivered to Jiangnan, the Embroidered Clothes Envoy."
As soon as these words came out, everyone who was already paying attention here couldn't help being slightly shocked.
Has this relationship with Lord Jiang extended to other realms outside of Zhongzhou?
In fact, from the sources of Xinfang's letters, it is easy to see the scope of an embroiderer's relationship.
For example, Wang Chunyun, that so-called social butterfly, often has letters from oiran girls from all over the world.
Everyone also learned that this guy was playing around outside.
After a pause, the old man continued to take out a letter, but when he was about to hand it to Jiangnan, he suddenly froze.
The people who were watching the fun were itching their teeth with hatred, but it was impossible to follow the past regardless of face.
We can only wait for Deacon Qian, who is in the presence of the old god, to read it out.
Finally, the old man wiped his eyes, and said tremblingly: "This... This is a letter from the Holy Land of Taiyi in the Eastern Territory..."
The voice fell, and there was a dead silence.
People around looked at Jiangnan with strange eyes.
They could basically guess that the Marquis of Jiang was about to be named a Marquis, and the faction he had a good relationship with would naturally send a letter of congratulations.
But they never imagined that the Holy Land of Taiyi, one of the three overlords in the Eastern Territory, would send a letter of congratulations!
What kind of nonsense is this?
Under the scorching gaze, Jiang Nan accepted the envelope with some helplessness.
He felt uncomfortable being stared at.
But I also understand that this is a necessary procedure for Xinfang.
In Xinfang, everything is covered by spiritual artifacts that store audio and video.
The function is similar to the monitoring in the previous life, and it can be called up at any time, but the consumption of spirit stones is not small.
And this procedure is also to ensure that every letter received is handed over to its owner and kept as evidence.
Avoid second-guessing.
At this time, the old man took out another letter and looked at it carefully. His hands were trembling, and he said tremblingly: "The letter from the East Territory... Huaiguang Holy Land, delivered to the Embroidered Clothes Envoy Jiangnan..."
These words fell into the ears of the people around them, like being struck by thunder.
Not only the Holy Land of Taiyi... but also the Holy Land of Huaiguang, which is one of the six major powers, sent letters to congratulate Jiangnan for being a Marquis?
"Old Wang... Is there anything wrong with my ears?" A deacon in the distance looked at his colleague beside him and asked in a daze.
The colleague was also shocked, "It shouldn't be... I heard it too..."
They looked at the only two letters left on the counter.
Can not help dry mouth.
Is it possible that this Lord Jiang is going to wipe out the three holy places in the east?
as predicted.
Only the old man's numb voice continued to sound: "A letter from the Qinghua Holy Land in the East...delivered to the Embroidered Clothes Envoy Jiangnan..."
As a result, in Xinfang, the whispers could no longer be controlled, and there was an uproar!
This newly-promoted Master Jiang is actually involved with the Three Holy Lands in the Eastern Territory!
And the relationship is not shallow!
Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Holy Land, which is high above, to send a letter on its own initiative.
And not in the name of a private person, but in the name of the Holy Land!
The deep meaning in it makes people have to think about it.
In addition, plus the Daxia court where it is.
In the entire Shangyuan, one country, two temples and three holy places, among the six peak powers, four of them are endorsing the platform of Master Jiang!
Someone resisted swallowing, and muttered to himself: "This kind of network... even a pig can take off on the ground..."
However, at this time, everyone also recovered from the horror and began to calm down the turbulent mood.
After all, four of the six major forces have emerged, and the group of bald donkeys in the Western Regions has a deep hatred with Jiangnan.
That's why he was named Marquis.
So... the source of the last letter couldn't be more outrageous, could it?
——Old man Qian thought so too.
He took out the last letter, opened his mouth and read: "A letter from Tianji Pavilion, hand it over to Embroidery Envoy Jiang..."
Halfway through the reading, he stopped.
Logically speaking, old man Qian, who had already spent most of his life in Xinfang, couldn't have made such a low-level mistake of not saying everything.
After all, the video is being recorded now, and it will be stored as a file in the end.
But among Xinfang's colleagues, no one blamed him.
Even putting myself in the same position, it is impossible to speak the words of delivery smoothly.
When the words "Secret Pavilion" fell into their ears, their minds were already in chaos.
If the six major forces are the emperors who dominate the entire Shangyuan.
The mysterious Tianji Pavilion is the uncrowned king.
They don't fight for power, and don't enclose land for the dynasty.
But only the word "Tianji" stands for Master Tianji, the source of today's humanistic orthodoxy.
Until now, everyone in Xinfang is expressionless - they are numb.
Taking advantage of this time, Jiangnan put away the letter and left Xinfang quickly.
——He could see that the way those people looked at him had completely changed.
It was as if he wanted to strip himself naked to see whether it was a human or a monster in his robe.
After this incident, within Xinfang, after Wang Chunyun, Jiangnan welcomed the title of the second generation of courtesans in Xiuyifu.
However, unlike Wang Chunyun who is looking for flowers and willows, his social network is not a prostitute.
It is the leading forces all over Shangyuan.
.
Back in Luoqi courtyard, Jiangnan closed the door.
I am about to take a look at these letters in these hands.
After all, there are many old friends, perhaps long time no see.
It is also a joy to receive their letters.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
Jiang Nan frowned, and put the letter into the Hutian space.
The person who came was a man in his forties, with feminine features, wearing a dark blue official uniform.
He was holding a precious wooden tray with a gilded invitation card on it.
The person walked a foot in front of Jiangnan, cleared his throat, and then said in a shrill voice, "I have seen Lord Jiang."
Jiang Nan stood up: "What's the matter, father-in-law?"
"Master Jiang, you have made outstanding achievements, and His Highness appreciates them very much. I specially invite you to the Wanyi Palace tonight."
After all, the official presented the wooden plate to Jiangnan.
Looking at it, it seems that there is no chance for Jiangnan to refuse at all.
Jiang Nan gently pushed back the wooden tray: "Thank you, Second Highness, for your kindness, but I have been caught in the wind and cold for the past few days, so it is inconvenient to show my face in public."
The official frowned and reminded: "Master Jiang, this is an invitation from His Highness the Second Highness!"
Jiang Nan frowned, and said in a deep voice, "I'm really unwell these few days, please come back, father-in-law."
The official's face was ugly, and he said in a strange way: "Master Jiang, it's all right if you look down on this slave, is it possible that you don't look down on His Highness the Second Highness?"
Jiang Nan's face was a little cold, and his whole body was agitated.
There was a sudden wind and snow, and the figure of the official was outside Luo Qi's courtyard, and the gate of the courtyard was also tightly closed.
I only heard an emotionless voice coming out of it,
"Eunuch, please go back."
The official's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes were venomous.
He knew that it was because Jiang Nan didn't want to talk to him any more, and he was determined to reject the second prince's olive branch.
In Luoqi Courtyard, Jiang Nan looked at the wind and snow in the sky and remained silent.
Only when Wang Chunyun told him not to get involved in the dispute over the heir apparent, the second prince had already sent someone to test him out.
Through the wind and snow flying all over the sky, he seemed to see the undercurrent surging under the calm appearance of the capital.
(End of this chapter)
A poem is completed.
Jiang Nan looked at Zhao Wenzhao, "Brother Zhao, it's time for me to write a question."
Zhao Wenzhao was stunned for a long time, then sighed: "Mr. Jiang, Xiaosheng admits defeat, so he won't make a fool of himself."
Wang Chunyun blinked, why did he just admit defeat?
Jiang Nan cupped his hands: "Accept."
"Mr. Jiang made a poem in three steps. Xiaosheng admires it very much. How can he let him say it?"
Zhao Wenzhao waved his hand, "Now the teacher is giving lectures in Qizhou. When he comes back, Xiaosheng will come to invite you."
"Thank you very much." Jiang Nan said with a smile.
Afterwards, Zhao Wenzhao bid farewell respectfully.
Only Wang Chunyun and Jiang Nan were left in the courtyard.
"Brother Jiang, you are amazing!"
Wang Chunyun sighed and said, "Don't look at that boy Wen Zhao who speaks politely, but he is extremely strong in poetry and writing. This is the first time I have seen such a thing as retreating without a fight."
He looked at Jiangnan with deep curiosity: "Brother Jiang, I don't know poetry, how did you do it?"
Jiang Nan curled his lips and prevaricated casually.
You think I understand?
Suddenly, he fixed his eyes and looked at Wang Chunyun: "You... have been promoted to the fifth rank?"
When the latter heard this, he showed an expression of "how did you see it?" and sighed pretending to be distressed: "Oh, I broke through by accident."
Seeing his appearance, Jiang Nan frowned.
If he remembers correctly, when they met for the first time in Xunyang more than a year ago, Wang Chunyun was only of the eighth rank.
In just one year, he broke through to rank five.
This is no longer the speed that normal practice can achieve.
Wang Chunyun is also a strange flower. He obviously cultivates Confucianism and Taoism, but he doesn't pass poetry and essays.
If so, that's all.
The key practice speed is still so terrifying.
Jiang Nan narrowed his eyes slightly, it seems that this seemingly inconspicuous guy also hides some secrets...
"Brother Jiang, don't look at me like that."
Receiving Jiangnan's surprised gaze, Wang Chunyun raised his head and held his chest high, "Although I can't beat you in actual combat, I am ahead of you with this cultivation..."
Before he finished speaking, his slightly satisfied expression froze.
Because Jiang Nan suddenly exuded an aura of the fifth rank.
"You...you are also... fifth rank?" Wang Chunyun trembled, unbelievable.
His cultivation speed is terrifying enough.
I thought that I surpassed Jiangnan in terms of cultivation, and I wanted to show off.
Unexpectedly, it was so ugly.
Jiang Nan smiled shyly, imitating his appearance, and sighed: "Oh, I also broke through by accident."
"..."
Wang Chunyun: "Monster!"
After many days, the reunion of the two passed in each other's Versailles.
Before leaving, Wang Chunyun put away his playful smile: "Brother Jiang, I actually have one more thing to do here."
His face became serious, "You are about to become a Marquis, there must be countless people in this capital who want to tempt and curry favor with you."
"But you must remember that everyone else can act on the occasion, but the two princes who are fighting for the right thing, never get involved with them!"
"The battle for the heirloom is too dangerous, if you are not careful, you will be lost forever!"
Jiang Nan said seriously: "Brother Wang, please rest assured, Sister Xun has already reminded me of this matter when she came."
Seeing this, Wang Chunyun nodded: "That's good, it seems that Mo Yasha was very thoughtful..."
"Brother Wang..."
"what happened?"
"Behind you..."
Wang Chunyun's elated expression suddenly froze, and his face turned pale!
He suddenly felt a deep chill rising from behind him.
It is ten thousand times colder than the heavy snow.
In the cold weather, beads of sweat rose from Wang Chunyun's forehead.
"Brother Jiang, I remembered that the kang was still burning at home... so I left first!"
"One step, I can travel thousands of miles!"
As soon as the words were spoken, Wang Chunyun's figure disappeared in front of Jiangnan in a flash.
slipped.
"Hmph, you run pretty fast." Jian Xun at the door snorted softly and walked into the courtyard.
"He's also joking, sister Xun, don't take it to heart."
Jiang Nan said casually, "Why do you suddenly have time to come to my place?"
"Someone from Xinfang informed you that there was a letter sent to you from outside the capital, but seeing that there are guests in your courtyard, they just waited outside."
Jian Xun explained: "It's cold, I let them leave first, and I came here to tell you."
After finishing speaking, she showed a sly look, "Jiangnan, did the girl you dated outside send you a longing letter?"
Jiang Nan sighed: "Don't make fun of me."
Embroidery gives great power, and natural supervision is also extremely strict.
All letters sent from outside the capital have to go through a complicated process in the tea room to check that there are no insidious methods like curses in the letters before they can be sent to Xinfang for Xiuyi to pick up.
This is almost the same as the rules in the military.
Although Jiangnan is embroidered clothes with outer fingers, but he lives in Qingfeng Mansion, the letters he receives will naturally go through Xinfang.
"Thank you, Sister Xun, I'll go get it now." Jiang Nan cupped his hands.
He already had a vague guess in his heart.
While they were still on their way back from Hongzhou, the Great Xia court had already announced the matter of being a Marquis to the world.
With the keen sense of smell of the forces of all parties, they naturally received the news at the first time.
After all, it is not a trivial matter for Da Xia to be a Marquis.
Jiangnan estimated that Jianlu should have heard the news and sent a letter.
Xinfang is located on the side of the tea room, which is a two-story attic.
After Jiang Nan walked in, he went straight to the counter.
Standing in front of the stage was an old man who was over half a century old, with gray hair, but his clothes and makeup were meticulously arranged.
Seeing the visitor, he said slowly, "Master Xiuyi is trustworthy?"
Jiangnan nodded.
The old man asked again: "May I ask for your name?"
"Jiangnan, please trouble the old man." Jiangnan said.
"My surname is Qian. Master Xiuyi can call me Deacon Qian." The old man turned around, took out a large stack of letters from the letter shelf with some difficulty, and placed them on the counter.
"Jiang Xiuyi, you have received so many letters!"
After finishing speaking, he picked up the first letter and began to check it, saying: "The letter from Shanyuan City in the Weishui River Basin, delivered to the Embroidery Envoy Jiangnan."
Jiang Nan nodded and took it.
The old man picked up the second letter again: "A letter from the royal family of Wutie Kingdom, delivered to the Embroidered Clothes Envoy Jiangnan."
Jiangnan nodded.
When he got the third letter, the old man was stunned.
He read it several times before he was sure he read it correctly, "Letter from Jianlu in Youzhou, delivered to Embroidered Clothes Envoy Jiangnan."
After all, he looked at Jiangnan and felt that this person looked familiar.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the old man's mind, and then he contacted Jiangnan's name and the rumored relationship with Jianlu, and he couldn't help but exclaimed!
"You...you are Lord Jianghou?"
This sound made everyone in Xinfang turn their heads.
Jiang Nan bit the bullet and took the letter.
The old man seemed to be aware of his gaffe, coughed in shame, and continued to take out a letter, saying, "A letter from the Nanhuang and Nanli tribes, delivered to Jiangnan, the Embroidered Clothes Envoy."
As soon as these words came out, everyone who was already paying attention here couldn't help being slightly shocked.
Has this relationship with Lord Jiang extended to other realms outside of Zhongzhou?
In fact, from the sources of Xinfang's letters, it is easy to see the scope of an embroiderer's relationship.
For example, Wang Chunyun, that so-called social butterfly, often has letters from oiran girls from all over the world.
Everyone also learned that this guy was playing around outside.
After a pause, the old man continued to take out a letter, but when he was about to hand it to Jiangnan, he suddenly froze.
The people who were watching the fun were itching their teeth with hatred, but it was impossible to follow the past regardless of face.
We can only wait for Deacon Qian, who is in the presence of the old god, to read it out.
Finally, the old man wiped his eyes, and said tremblingly: "This... This is a letter from the Holy Land of Taiyi in the Eastern Territory..."
The voice fell, and there was a dead silence.
People around looked at Jiangnan with strange eyes.
They could basically guess that the Marquis of Jiang was about to be named a Marquis, and the faction he had a good relationship with would naturally send a letter of congratulations.
But they never imagined that the Holy Land of Taiyi, one of the three overlords in the Eastern Territory, would send a letter of congratulations!
What kind of nonsense is this?
Under the scorching gaze, Jiang Nan accepted the envelope with some helplessness.
He felt uncomfortable being stared at.
But I also understand that this is a necessary procedure for Xinfang.
In Xinfang, everything is covered by spiritual artifacts that store audio and video.
The function is similar to the monitoring in the previous life, and it can be called up at any time, but the consumption of spirit stones is not small.
And this procedure is also to ensure that every letter received is handed over to its owner and kept as evidence.
Avoid second-guessing.
At this time, the old man took out another letter and looked at it carefully. His hands were trembling, and he said tremblingly: "The letter from the East Territory... Huaiguang Holy Land, delivered to the Embroidered Clothes Envoy Jiangnan..."
These words fell into the ears of the people around them, like being struck by thunder.
Not only the Holy Land of Taiyi... but also the Holy Land of Huaiguang, which is one of the six major powers, sent letters to congratulate Jiangnan for being a Marquis?
"Old Wang... Is there anything wrong with my ears?" A deacon in the distance looked at his colleague beside him and asked in a daze.
The colleague was also shocked, "It shouldn't be... I heard it too..."
They looked at the only two letters left on the counter.
Can not help dry mouth.
Is it possible that this Lord Jiang is going to wipe out the three holy places in the east?
as predicted.
Only the old man's numb voice continued to sound: "A letter from the Qinghua Holy Land in the East...delivered to the Embroidered Clothes Envoy Jiangnan..."
As a result, in Xinfang, the whispers could no longer be controlled, and there was an uproar!
This newly-promoted Master Jiang is actually involved with the Three Holy Lands in the Eastern Territory!
And the relationship is not shallow!
Otherwise, it would be impossible for the Holy Land, which is high above, to send a letter on its own initiative.
And not in the name of a private person, but in the name of the Holy Land!
The deep meaning in it makes people have to think about it.
In addition, plus the Daxia court where it is.
In the entire Shangyuan, one country, two temples and three holy places, among the six peak powers, four of them are endorsing the platform of Master Jiang!
Someone resisted swallowing, and muttered to himself: "This kind of network... even a pig can take off on the ground..."
However, at this time, everyone also recovered from the horror and began to calm down the turbulent mood.
After all, four of the six major forces have emerged, and the group of bald donkeys in the Western Regions has a deep hatred with Jiangnan.
That's why he was named Marquis.
So... the source of the last letter couldn't be more outrageous, could it?
——Old man Qian thought so too.
He took out the last letter, opened his mouth and read: "A letter from Tianji Pavilion, hand it over to Embroidery Envoy Jiang..."
Halfway through the reading, he stopped.
Logically speaking, old man Qian, who had already spent most of his life in Xinfang, couldn't have made such a low-level mistake of not saying everything.
After all, the video is being recorded now, and it will be stored as a file in the end.
But among Xinfang's colleagues, no one blamed him.
Even putting myself in the same position, it is impossible to speak the words of delivery smoothly.
When the words "Secret Pavilion" fell into their ears, their minds were already in chaos.
If the six major forces are the emperors who dominate the entire Shangyuan.
The mysterious Tianji Pavilion is the uncrowned king.
They don't fight for power, and don't enclose land for the dynasty.
But only the word "Tianji" stands for Master Tianji, the source of today's humanistic orthodoxy.
Until now, everyone in Xinfang is expressionless - they are numb.
Taking advantage of this time, Jiangnan put away the letter and left Xinfang quickly.
——He could see that the way those people looked at him had completely changed.
It was as if he wanted to strip himself naked to see whether it was a human or a monster in his robe.
After this incident, within Xinfang, after Wang Chunyun, Jiangnan welcomed the title of the second generation of courtesans in Xiuyifu.
However, unlike Wang Chunyun who is looking for flowers and willows, his social network is not a prostitute.
It is the leading forces all over Shangyuan.
.
Back in Luoqi courtyard, Jiangnan closed the door.
I am about to take a look at these letters in these hands.
After all, there are many old friends, perhaps long time no see.
It is also a joy to receive their letters.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open.
Jiang Nan frowned, and put the letter into the Hutian space.
The person who came was a man in his forties, with feminine features, wearing a dark blue official uniform.
He was holding a precious wooden tray with a gilded invitation card on it.
The person walked a foot in front of Jiangnan, cleared his throat, and then said in a shrill voice, "I have seen Lord Jiang."
Jiang Nan stood up: "What's the matter, father-in-law?"
"Master Jiang, you have made outstanding achievements, and His Highness appreciates them very much. I specially invite you to the Wanyi Palace tonight."
After all, the official presented the wooden plate to Jiangnan.
Looking at it, it seems that there is no chance for Jiangnan to refuse at all.
Jiang Nan gently pushed back the wooden tray: "Thank you, Second Highness, for your kindness, but I have been caught in the wind and cold for the past few days, so it is inconvenient to show my face in public."
The official frowned and reminded: "Master Jiang, this is an invitation from His Highness the Second Highness!"
Jiang Nan frowned, and said in a deep voice, "I'm really unwell these few days, please come back, father-in-law."
The official's face was ugly, and he said in a strange way: "Master Jiang, it's all right if you look down on this slave, is it possible that you don't look down on His Highness the Second Highness?"
Jiang Nan's face was a little cold, and his whole body was agitated.
There was a sudden wind and snow, and the figure of the official was outside Luo Qi's courtyard, and the gate of the courtyard was also tightly closed.
I only heard an emotionless voice coming out of it,
"Eunuch, please go back."
The official's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes were venomous.
He knew that it was because Jiang Nan didn't want to talk to him any more, and he was determined to reject the second prince's olive branch.
In Luoqi Courtyard, Jiang Nan looked at the wind and snow in the sky and remained silent.
Only when Wang Chunyun told him not to get involved in the dispute over the heir apparent, the second prince had already sent someone to test him out.
Through the wind and snow flying all over the sky, he seemed to see the undercurrent surging under the calm appearance of the capital.
(End of this chapter)