My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

Luo Hong felt that he had to pay more attention to the Blue and White Culture Club.

After all, it took a quota to give Hu Zhishui, and now, Hu Zhishui can be regarded as the protagonist in his villain's diary.

Now that the target is defined, the next thing Luo Hong has to do is much simpler, as long as it is targeted at Hu Zhishui, it will be much simpler than the previous vague implementation of the villain.

The moonlight is like frost, cold and proud.

Shine in through the vermilion carved wooden windows.

Luo Hong lay cross-legged on the pineapple wooden bed, the moonlight shone on him, as if covering him with a veil.

He first circulated the sword energy according to the "Sword Qi Jue", and there was a pain like a knife cutting in his meridians, making Luo Hong's forehead covered with beads of sweat.

too painful!

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

After resting for a while, Luo Hong chose to practice "Evil Shadow of the Undead".

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

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

The human evil spirit was extracted, making the righteous yang energy in him stronger and stronger.

Under the light of the moonlight, the energy of Zhengyang is like a rainbow, just like a living Buddha who has shaped a golden body, faintly glowing.

Luofu, the roof.

Steward Chen's green shirt fluttered in the dark night.

With his hands behind his back, his eyes were a bit deep, and on his thin face, there was a bit of coldness like a sword cutting.

His eyes moved sideways, his eyes were sharp, and through the vermilion carved wooden window, he saw Luo Hong sitting cross-legged on the bed. The coldness on his face dissipated like ice and snow melting, and a little doting emotion appeared.

Seeing the positive yang energy on Luo Hong's body and the light emitted by the moonlight, Steward Chen couldn't help but sigh.

"Young Master's righteous yang energy... is getting stronger and stronger. Killing the evil spirits really has a huge boost to the young master's state of mind. This positive yang energy is not weaker than the Confucianism cultivator of the eighth grade."

Butler Chen turned to look at Luo Xiaoxiao's courtyard.

"Which...cousin is Romeo?"

Luo Xiaoxiao showed the word "big", kicked off the quilt, lay on the bed, snoring and talking in sleep.

Butler Chen suddenly burst out laughing.

The next moment, the body seemed to teleport on the roof, like a leaf blown by the wind, and appeared in Luo Xiaoxiao's room in the blink of an eye.

Carefully covered Luo Xiaoxiao with a quilt.

Sigh.

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

His kind and gentle eyes gradually turned cold.

"With me, Chen Tianxuan, whoever touches the young master and young lady will be killed!"

A "kill" word, as if standing between the heaven and the earth, faintly provoked the roar of the heaven and earth.

...

the next day.

Luo Hong woke up early.

Today is June 20th, the day when the Blue and White Cultural Society will be held.

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

Entering the main hall, Xiao Douhua has already prepared breakfast.

Luo Hong squinted at Xiao Douhua, Xiao Douhua remembered what happened yesterday, blushed pretty, and rushed to the kitchen in a panic.

Steward Chen took a sip of bean curd, caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, and almost choked on the bean curd.

Today's young people...are they progressing so fast? !

Luo Xiaoxiao kept her body still sleeping, and her heart was already yearning for a delicious breakfast. She was carried into the main hall by the maids.

Luo Hong skillfully scooped half of the bean curd from Luo Xiaoxiao's bowl into his own bowl, and left a deep-fried dough stick for her.

After eating and drinking.

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

Seeing this, Zhao Donghan, with a long knife pinned to his waist, stepped forward with a tiger face.

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

Seeing that Zhao Donghan was about to follow, Luo Hong hurriedly said.

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

"My lord, it's very unsafe recently. The subordinates should follow along. If something happens, the subordinates can take action in time."

Zhao Donghan said.

He still remembered Steward Chen's serious words, so he couldn't be careless.

Luo Hong was naturally unwilling, and tried to dissuade him.

"Where is the young master going today? Give Lao Zhao a letter of approval..."

In the end, Zhao Donghan didn't insist, but said in a muffled voice.

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

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

"Your subordinates understand, young master, although you are young, you must exercise restraint."

Zhao Donghan said.

After speaking, he turned and left.

It turned out that the young master was going to Qinghualou, no wonder he was not allowed to follow.

Qinghualou, the largest romantic place in Anping County, the famous place of Goulan.

The son is going to have fun, what is he doing with him? !

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

Instead, he continued to waste his time talking.

After leaving Luo Mansion, Zhao Donghan had thoughtfully prepared a carriage for him, got into the carriage, and the coachman drove Luo Hong to Qinghualou.

After a while, the carriage passed through several crooked alleys, and stopped in front of the famous Blue and White Building in Anping County.

Normally, the popularity of Qinghualou is at night. At that time, all kinds of rich and noble people will come to Qinghualou to listen to ditties, eat seafood and so on.

However, today's Qinghualou is also very lively during the day.

A group of scholars in Confucian shirts, literati and poets gathered in front of the door, chatting and laughing with each other.

Qinghua Building is a three-storey octagonal pavilion building, even the deep alleys can't conceal her elegance, in Anping County, it is unique and quite large.

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

The Hu family in Anping County is a family of powerful merchants that has risen in recent years. Hu Zhishui is a well-known benevolent person. I admire scholars and often hold literary meetings and the like.

Therefore, Mr. Hu has a good relationship with many scholars, and is also admired by them.

When Luofu's carriage appeared in front of the Blue and White Building, the eyes of many Confucian scholars and scholars were all focused.

They recognized Luo's carriage.

"Is this Luofu's carriage?"

"Luo Mansion, Anping County? Is it the Luo Mansion where Young Master Luohong is? Could it be that Young Master Luo Hong is in the carriage?"

"Master Hu also invited Mr. Luohong? No, Mr. Luohong would never participate in this kind of literary meeting?"

A number of literati and Confucian scholars looked at the carriage with surprise.

The carriage stopped, Luo Hong lifted the curtain, and the white shirts on the table were like snow.

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

The Blue and White Tower turned out to be the place of Goulan, no wonder Zhao Donghan's eyes were so strange.

The literati around were a little excited, and gathered towards Luo Hong, intending to say hello to Luo Hong. After all, Mr. Luohong's reputation for being elegant and easy-going is not weak for Mr. Hu in Anping County.

However, when many literati and poets gathered around.

There was a sound of pushing and shoving from the crowd, and a figure, roaring, rushed towards Luo Hong frantically.

"Luo Hong! You are a thief! You shameless scoundrel, stole my invitation to the Wenhui! You will die!"

Jia Sidao's eyes were red, his beard was unshaven, and he looked at Luo Hong with hatred.

His uncle Wang was dismissed by Luo Hongkeng, which made him lose his trust in the Yamen, and he was also arrested and sent to the prison, where he endured several days of imprisonment.

The most important thing is that when he returned home, he found that Luo Hong had stolen the invitation card for the Wenhui that he had spent ten taels of silver to buy through the servants of the Hu family!

Coupled with the blow from the prison disaster, he lost his mind all of a sudden.

He knew that since Luo Hong had taken his invitation card, it was very likely that he would come to the essay meeting today, so he squatted here early on purpose.

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

Don't you, Mr. Luohong, cherish your own reputation the most?

Then Jia Sidao will ruin your Luo Hong's reputation!