Chapter 156 My son has a leg disease, and I need company for my loneliness [First update]

Tang Xiansheng knelt down.

This kneeling made the entire Zijin Palace so silent that one could hear a pin drop. All the officials were speechless, and everyone looked at Tang Xiansheng in disbelief as he knelt in front of Lu Changkong.

Sitting on the dragon throne, Yuwen Xiu was also shocked. He did not expect that Tang Xiansheng had already prepared a way to deal with it.

The so-called drowsiness and the so-called indifference were just pretended by Tang Xiansheng. It was very likely that he had been preparing for this kneeling for a long time.

Because he knew that he could not avoid this mistake and could only bear it.

The people of the Great Zhou Dynasty had a very firm attitude towards the Five Barbarians.

Tang Xiansheng was responsible for guarding the land of Nanjun and resisting the Southern Barbarians. Now that there is such a major omission, he cannot avoid this mistake. Moreover, this Southern Barbarian has penetrated deep into Beiluo City and intends to assassinate Young Master Lu.

If only a barbarian appeared, it wouldn't be a big problem and Tang Xiansheng could just explain it.

After all, there will always be some that slip through the net.

but……

This barbarian actually assassinated Young Master Lu. That’s a serious problem.

Many people would unconsciously wonder whether this barbarian was instigated by Tang Xiansheng. After all, the barbarian has some witchcraft techniques that are hard to guard against.

So, faced with this problem, Tang Xiansheng chose to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Tang Yimo stood behind Tang Xiansheng, watching the old Tang Xiansheng slowly kneeling down. Tang Xiansheng, the lord of Nanjun, the local emperor who was once high and mighty, now actually knelt down to someone.

This was the first time Tang Yimo realized that Tang Xiansheng was different from the Tang Xiansheng he remembered.

The reason why Nanjun was so rich and powerful that it could rival a country was not entirely due to its location. Tang Xiansheng, the prefect of Nanjun, played a huge role in this.

Tang Yimo clenched his fists and slowly loosened them.

I have to say, Tang Yimo suddenly felt a little respect for Tang Xiansheng.

Luo Yue was at a loss.

Lu Changkong frowned and looked at Tang Xiansheng, who was kneeling on the ground with his hands on his thighs. For a moment, he was speechless.

"I took the blame, but I did not assassinate Young Master Lu. This kneeling is for the barbarians' fault of entering the inland of my Great Zhou."

Tang Xiansheng's hoarse voice lingered in the hall.

Some sins can be confessed, but some sins must be made clear.

Lu Changkong stared at Tang Xiansheng, and Tang Xiansheng also raised his head, and his turbid eyes collided with Lu Changkong's gaze.

After a long time.

Lu Changkong raised his hand and helped Tang Xiansheng up.

"You don't have to do this, Governor Tang. I was just furious because Fan'er was attacked."

Lu Changkong said.

With the help of Lu Changkong, Tang Xiansheng stood up tremblingly. With a smile on his face, he stroked Lu Changkong's hand.

"I understand, I understand. You and I are both fathers. If my son was attacked, I would be furious as well."

Tang Xiansheng sighed.

The originally tense atmosphere in the hall suddenly relaxed.

All the officials breathed a sigh of relief.

They were really afraid that Lu Changkong would go on a killing spree in the Zijin Palace.

After all, this is not the first time that the Beiluo Iron Cavalry has done such a thing.

On the dragon throne.

Yuwen Xiu also laughed.

"Lord Lu, please don't be angry. After all, Governor Tang has come to the Imperial Capital. It is not Governor Tang's fault that someone neglected his duty in Nanjun."

"Besides, Governor Tang is a kind person. How could he send someone to assassinate Ping An? We, the people of the Great Zhou, have an irreconcilable blood feud with the Five Barbarians. How could we join forces with the Five Barbarians? This is an act that has lost all conscience!"

Yuwen Xiu spoke loudly, every word sounding sonorous.

Tang Xiansheng had a smile on his face, and Lu Changkong also nodded slightly and bowed to Yuwen Xiu.

"Your Majesty, I was so angry this time that I offended Your Majesty. I am sorry for the offense. Please punish me."

Lu Changkong said.

"Lord Lu, you are too serious. I understand your deep love for your son. I am also very worried about Ping An being assassinated. If it were me, I would also be furious!"

Yu Wenxiu said seriously.

Tang Xiansheng still had a smile on his face. He bowed, stepped aside, and became extremely low-key.

After hearing what Yu Wenxiu said, Lu Changkong's expression eased a lot.

He asked Luo Yue to pull the barbarian's corpse down.

"Lord Lu, it's a rare opportunity for you to come to the Imperial Capital. I have a humble request."

Sitting on the dragon throne, Yuwen Xiu said.

Lu Changkong cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, you are too kind."

"Tang Taishou ordered 100,000 troops to march north. I issued an imperial decree, and Lord Jiang will lead the 100,000 Nanjun troops of Tang Taishou to march north to attack Tan Tai. Without Lord Jiang's departure, our Imperial Capital Defence Army will lose its spiritual support. Therefore... I would like to ask Lord Lu to lead the Imperial Capital Defence Army to protect the Imperial Capital."

Yu Wenxiu said seriously, his words full of sincerity.

As soon as the words came out.

Tang Xiansheng lowered his head and narrowed his eyes.

All the officials also started to make a commotion.

Let Lu Changkong lead the imperial capital's guards? Beiluo City is now at its peak, and Yuwen Xiu's decision is like pulling hair from a tiger's face.

After all, Lu Changkong is the father of Young Master Lu of Baiyujing.

If he offended Young Master Lu because of this, Yuwen Xiu would end up losing more than he gained.

The atmosphere in the hall was very serious.

Yuwen Xi looked at Lu Changkong with some anticipation.

However……

After a long time.

Lu Changkong, however, bowed and saluted.

"Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty. However, my son Lu Ping'an has a leg disease and is lonely. He needs more company. As a father, I will stay by his side and protect my son's growth."

"Therefore, I can only betray your majesty's trust."

Lu Changkong bowed.

The atmosphere in the hall changed again, and all the officials looked at Lu Changkong with some fear in their eyes.

Yu Wenxiu had a gloomy face and said nothing, his fingers tapping lightly on the dragon throne.

Lu Ping'an has a leg disease and is lonely and needs company? Lu Changkong's ability to lie with his eyes open...has improved.

Lu Ping'an is lonely inside.

Yu Wenxiu's face was a little cold, but he still smiled.

"Since Lord Lu has said so, I will not keep Lord Lu. I hope Ping An's leg disease will heal soon."

Yuwen Xiu said.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Lu Changkong bowed.

Then he turned around and exited the Purple Gold Palace and left.

Luo Yue, who was waiting outside, followed with a sword in his hand, and the two of them left the Zi Jin Palace with an aura that oppressed all the officials.

Outside the palace, three hundred Beiluo cavalrymen were waiting silently.

The moment Lu Changkong and Luo Yue appeared, they both covered their armor and clasped their fists, and clanging sounds rang out continuously.

"Get on the horse and go back to Beiluo."

Lu Changkong said.

He came to the imperial capital this time just to express his attitude.

Regarding the assassination, no matter whether it was done by Tang Xiansheng or not, the attitude should be made clear first.

If there is a next time, it won’t just be a question of guilt.

Lu Changkong left.

The atmosphere in the Zijin Palace became increasingly weird.

Tang Xiansheng lowered his head, clasped his hands in his wide sleeves, lowered his brows and remained silent.

Bang! Suddenly.

Yuwen Xiu slapped the dragon throne hard, and the spiritual energy circulated, causing cracks to appear on the handlebars of the wheelchair's handguards.

Yu Wenxiu's face was as gloomy as water, and he was breathing violently through his nostrils.

"What a great Lu Changkong."

"The father relies on the son's power...ha!"

Suppressing anger.

Glancing at the officials who were silent as a mouse, Yuwen Xiu's face became increasingly gloomy, and his gaze fell on Tang Xiansheng.

But he found that Tang Xiansheng looked drowsy again.

Yu Wenxiu's eyes fluctuated violently.

Let’s not talk about Lu Changkong’s matter for now. The matter of the barbarians alone is not that simple.

This old fellow Tang Xiansheng obviously has a lot of hidden secrets.

"Retreat!"

Yuwen Xiu said with a cold face, flicking his sleeves and shouting.

…

Book Pavilion.

In the quiet and elegant little building, banana leaves sway in the wind and a faint scent of sandalwood lingers in the room.

The rocking chair kept rocking and creaking.

Kong Nanfei and Mo Tianyu sat cross-legged on the cushion, quietly looking at the old man lying in the rocking chair, who was getting older and older.

"Master..."

"Lu Changkong was furious and brought his body to the Imperial Capital. He threw the barbarian's body on the main hall of the Purple Gold Palace and accused Tang Xiansheng of the crime. Why didn't you go and mediate?"

Kong Nanfei asked in confusion.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Mediation?"

"Why do we need mediation? Tang Xiansheng can handle it. Besides, the purpose of Lu Changkong's visit is to ask for punishment in public and test him in secret. He is testing your Majesty's attitude."

Baiyujing is at its peak, and Lu Changkong needs to understand the emperor's attitude.

The old voice of the Imperial Master resounded: "Tang Xiansheng is an extraordinary person. He is flexible and able to stand out from the many sons of the former Nanjun prefect and develop Nanjun for so many years. Do you think he is really as old and ignorant as he looks?"

"Because it was a long time ago, you don't know a lot of things. It's mainly because after Tang Xiansheng took power in Nanjun, he suppressed a lot of news. People who are not from that era don't know much."

"Tang Xiansheng's mother is a woman of romance. The suffering and humiliation that Tang Xiansheng has endured since he was a child is far beyond what you can imagine."

The Master spoke slowly.

Kong Nanfei and Mo Tianyu's expressions changed slightly.

Tang Xiansheng’s mother is actually a prostitute?

this……

"So, can you imagine how difficult it is for Tang Xiansheng to take the position of the governor of Nanjun?"

"In fact, in today's world, among the three major forces of West County, North County, and South County, the one that people fear the most is not Overlord, nor Tan Tai Xuan, but Tang Xiansheng."

"This person has made Nanjun like an iron barrel. There is no way to break through it."

"Unlike West County and North County... both have obvious omissions."

The Master leaned back in the rocking chair, rocking gently, and spoke with cloudy eyes.

Kong Nanfei and Mo Tianyu looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

So Tang Xiansheng is so fearful of the Master?

…

Beiluo, an island in the middle of the lake.

The second floor of Baiyujing Pavilion.

Lu Fan held a ray of golden light and looked at it quietly. There was a consciousness hidden in the golden light, but this consciousness refused to be released, or it dared not to be released.

Lu Fan didn't care. It was a wisp of spiritual consciousness, but it seemed much looser than Lu Fan's spiritual consciousness.

Lu Fan was a little surprised by this.

However, Lu Fan thought about how he often played the Mountain and River Game and the Wind and Rain Game. It seemed that "Yi Tian Shi" was very helpful for condensing the strength of the soul. Now it seemed that this chess game could condense the strength of the soul and also give feedback to the spiritual consciousness.

This was an unexpected surprise that Lu Fan discovered.

“Like a turtle hiding its head.”

Lu Fan looked at the ray of golden light he was holding and said lightly.

A wave dissipated from the golden light, and soon became silent.

“That’s all…”

Lu Fan ran his fingers over the wheelchair armrest.

A red light suddenly appeared, a blazing, boiling flame, as if it was going to burn the golden light.

"If it doesn't come out, burn it."

Lu Fan said calmly.

As the words fell, the golden light suddenly trembled like a small snake.

Soon, waves of consciousness surged in the golden light.

"It's a scam. This world is a big scam!"

There is a lot of resentment in the golden light.

How could he not be resentful?

I thought it was an opportunity to devour the origin of the world, but it turned out that this world, on the surface, was of low martial arts, but secretly possessed an old monster comparable to the Golden Core Realm.

Lu Fan's eyes fixed.

Finally he showed up.

Lu Fan actually had a lot of curiosity in his heart.

For example, how did this golden light descend on the Wuhuang Continent? Was it because of the guidance of the system?

Did the owner of the golden light know that Lu Fan had a system? "Who are you? How did you appear in this world?"

"Why did you appear in this world?"

Lu Fan leaned against the wheelchair, supporting his chin with one hand and resting the other hand on the thin blanket covering his thighs, and asked calmly.

After asking, his mind moved, and he controlled the Fengling Sword with a burning breath, approaching the golden light, and directly burned it to nothingness.

The golden light was shaking constantly.

He hasn't answered yet? Why is he roasted? The extinction of a wisp of spiritual consciousness will be reflected back to the main body, affecting the main body's practice.

Jin Mang also calmed down at this moment, and he still wanted to keep him.

"This is a spiritual clone of my master. I was attracted by the origin of the world and cut a spiritual clone into this world..."

A magnetic voice with a hint of charm came from the golden light.

However, he stopped talking here.

It’s not that I don’t want to say it, but that I can’t say it anymore.

Lu Fan raised his eyebrows. The origin of the world?

He seemed to understand something.

This golden light was unaware of the existence of the system. It was attracted here because of the so-called origin of the world.

"System, what is the origin of the world?"

Lu Fan asked the system in his heart.

He didn't ask Jin Mang because he felt that Jin Mang was not very reliable.

"There is no origin in the low-level martial arts world. Condensing the origin means entering the middle-level martial arts world. The strength of the origin represents the strength of the ultimate strong in the world. The origin can also be called the way of heaven."

"Note: The host is no longer covered by this rule."

The system's explanation made Lu Fan's eyes light up.

Lu Fan also understood the reason why the plane lord's spiritual clone appeared.

For a moment, Lu Fan's gaze towards Jin Mang became more and more interesting.

This made Jin Mang's consciousness shudder.

…

On the Imperial City Avenue.

After the court was adjourned, all officials hurried away.

Tang Xiansheng walked with his sleeves gathered up, his face looking normal, as if no different from usual.

However, Tang Yimo, who was following behind him, could feel the change in Tang Xiansheng's aura.

Obviously, he was not at peace when he knelt down.

"One ink..."

Tang Xiansheng said.

"Um?"

Tang Yimo gave him a puzzled look.

"Consume your energy well. In a few days, your father's life will be in your hands."

Tang Xiansheng took a deep breath and said.

When Tang Yimo heard this, his eyes couldn't help but shrink.

"If you can return to Nanjun this time, your father will confer upon your sister the title of Princess... and give your mother a title."

Tang Xiansheng gathered his sleeves and sighed.

Tang Yimo was stunned. The sincerity in Tang Xiansheng's words made him a little confused for a moment.

A gust of wind blew over.

It blew up the fine sand and gravel on the imperial city's avenue, and blew up Tang Xiansheng's clothes and Tang Yimo's hair.

After a long time, Tang Yimo's low voice was heard.

"good."

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