Chapter 277: Death before Success
Perhaps when my grandmother said that the province is always worried about her, she was implicitly saying that Your Majesty is worried about her.
Holding an old item of Emperor Wencheng is like having an extra amulet.
Don't be afraid of ten thousand things, just be prepared for the worst.
What if?
"What do you mean?" Lu Mingchao also felt the heart-pounding feeling.
Lord Lerong pursed his lips, pointed his finger to the sky, and succinctly recounted the incident in which the token had been confiscated when I personally visited.
Then, he listlessly placed the dragon-patterned jade pendant in his palm.
"I'm always on the go, never quiet for a moment. The jade pendant is not a talisman, it's a living ancestor."
"I always see the line in the storybooks that the good things in the world are not solid, the colorful clouds are easily dispersed, the glass is fragile, and the jade pendant is no less so."
"If I bump into something, I have to go and apologize."
"It's nothing like the dark gold token, which is so solid after being knocked around."
Lu Mingchao whispered, "County Lord, please be careful with your words."
Emperor Jingxiang, who has returned to heaven, has hidden guards by his side, but there is no guarantee that the current emperor does not have an invisible knife in his hand.
Wherever the sword points, no one survives.
Lord Lerong blinked and whispered in Lu Mingchao's ear, "Don't worry, if you mention Emperor Wencheng, His Majesty will be very pleased."
After a moment, the sound returned to normal.
"Grandmother invites you to attend the flower viewing banquet at the Grand Princess's mansion. There are all kinds of rare species in the mansion. I guarantee you will come with joy and leave with satisfaction."
"Originally my grandmother wanted to post it herself, but I wanted to come in person."
"Any news?"
Lu Mingchao was a little embarrassed. "If nothing unexpected happens, this time, I have failed my mission."
"Amber doesn't have a brother who looks similar to her?" County Lord Le Rong was greatly disappointed. His clear and bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist and dimmed in an instant.
Lu Mingchao took a deep breath and said, "Amber has a twin brother. Except for the bright red teardrop mole under his eye, he looks almost the same as her."
Hearing this, the mist in County Lord Lerong's eyes dissipated.
The bright sun hangs in the sky, shining brightly.
"Tear moles are good, tear moles are good."
"I don't mind his status, whether he is a commoner or a slave."
"If he is a slave, I am willing to free him from slavery."
"If he were a commoner and wanted to enter the government, my father and mother would do everything they could to pave the way for him."
"He wants to live a leisurely life in the wild, and the treasures in Princess Pingning's mansion are enough to make him worry-free for the rest of his life."
County Lord Lerong imagined a teardrop mole added to Amber's delicate face, and his eyes became even hotter.
She is so charming and enchanting that she can make people crazy.
"I only have one request, a reward."
Lu Mingchao bit his lower lip lightly, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
Amber was not a real slave.
How could a person who was carefully trained by Xie Yan and was also good at disguise be an ordinary person?
Likewise, Amber's twin brother is no less handsome.
"County Lord, you have helped me a lot and have done me a favor. I will not hide it from you."
"Hubo's twin brother is not a slave. He studied under the great scholar Yan Ji. He has a clean family background and is talented. He has a promising future and will most likely make the list."
County Lord Lerong felt as if a bucket of cold water had fallen from the sky, chilling her to the bone.
Very refreshing.
The pride of literati!
It was a rare occasion when she fell in love with a face at first sight, but it was over before it even began.
She knew what the intellectuals in Beijing thought of her.
Thousands of words can be summed up in one sentence: it's a shame to be associated with her.
"A disciple of the great scholar Yan Ji." Lord Lerong of the county said.
Although the reputation of Yan Ji Daru is not as good as that of Yu Shanzhang of Baopu Academy, this does not mean that Yan Ji Daru is inferior to Yu Shanzhang.
Rather, he was a great scholar named Yan Ji, a hermit who practiced both Confucianism and Taoism.
Many years ago, the great scholar Yan Ji once sat and discussed philosophy with Mr. Yu, and they were equally matched.
Afterwards, Mr. Yu said clearly that he had no regrets in his life after discussing classics and philosophy with the great scholar Yan Ji.
Yan Ji became famous.
The emperor at that time was Emperor Jingxiang, who promised Yan Ji a high position and generous salary in exchange for his admission to the Imperial Academy.
The great scholar Yan Ji flatly refused and left.
How dare she be so shameless as to be worthy of being a disciple of the great scholar Ju Yanji.
Not to mention soliciting bribes, it’s even difficult to get married.
Most of the disciples of the great scholar Yan Ji were daughters of noble families who were willing to marry him.
County Lord Le Rong shook his head irritably and said, "To be frank, this county lord has a very bad eye."
"It is because I, the county lord, am not worthy of the pearl. I cannot blame the pearl for being round and plump."
"Alas, this county lord died before he could accomplish his mission."
"etc!"
"He is a disciple of the great scholar Yan Ji, so why would Amber sell herself as a slave?"
The mayor of Lerong County realized it later and suddenly understood.
"Amber, I'm yours."
"No wonder Ming Zhou praised you for your careful planning.
"So that's it. So that's it."
"Forget it. It's because I, the county lord, have no affinity with handsome men."
It is truly like the Nine Heavens Palace in one moment and the eighteen levels of hell in the next.
He spoke nonchalantly, but his heart was in a mess.
For the first time, Lord Lerong realized that he was also a hypocritical person.
"Mingchao, do you think I still have hope?" Lerong County Lord was still unwilling to give up. He tightly grasped Lu Mingchao's sleeves with his fingers, blinking his big watery eyes.
Lu Mingchao's heart softened and he suddenly thought of Xie Jingyi.
When she and Ah Yan's daughter Jingyi grow up, will she be as bright, proud, confident and righteous as County Lord Lerong?
Yes.
A girl who grows up in unreserved love is not only arrogant and confident, but also has the natural ability to love and justice.
"County Lord, do you want to hear the truth?"
County Lord Lerong: "Of course..."
"No!"
"I want to hear something nice now."
"Nothing in the world is absolute. Everything depends on human effort. Those who work hard will always succeed. Success lies in perseverance. Those who keep moving forward will always reach their destination." Lu Mingchao pondered for a moment.
Chicken soup is her specialty.
A life in the afterlife that has not been baptized by chicken soup is an incomplete life.
It just so happens that her life is too complete.
“Only in the dark night can we see the stars; in the midst of crisis, opportunities are hidden.”
County Lord Lerong grinned and said, "It sounds good."
"But it sounds so fake and empty!"
"It is impossible for a disciple of the great scholar Yan Ji to be willing to be a son-in-law."
"I can't ignore my parents' long-standing expectations."
She is her father's only bloodline.
There are three types of unfilial behavior, and the worst is to have no descendants.
She couldn't let those who mocked her father for not having any descendants make a fool of herself.
"In more than ten years, I have only had one wish." Lord Lerong sighed.
Lu Mingchao transformed into Sheriff Black Cat, his eyes wide open like bells, emitting lightning-like shrewdness, and he perked up his ears, waiting for what was to come.
Unexpectedly, the young Lerong County Lord also knew about this old story.
"But, my grandmother said, Shuyuan is pathetic."
"It means that grandma does not approve of Shuyuan's choice."
"If my grandmother disagrees, then she is wrong."
"So, I shouldn't and can't even dream of asking Amber's twin brother to sacrifice himself for me."
When Lord Lerong looked back, he met Lu Mingchao's particularly focused gaze.
"You, you don't know the origin of Shu Dajian who was buried alive with the dead?"
County Lord Lerong's eyes were so clear and bright.
It was so clear that Lu Mingchao could not bear to conceal it again and again.
“Yes.”
County Lord Lerong looked left and right like a thief and said, "Others definitely don't know as much as my grandmother does."
This county lord is not a playboy.