My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

Anping County.

Under the city tower.

Magistrate Liu was wearing a simple brocade robe and stood quietly in front of the city gate with his hands down.

Not far away from him, Luo Feng, who was wearing a black and red cloak, was also standing with a knife in his hand, with a serious expression on his face.

Ziwei and Fangzheng stood quietly behind Luo Feng, looking into the distance with a dazed expression.

"My lord, who are we going to meet?"

Ziwei was a little puzzled, and didn't understand why they didn't investigate the evil spirit of the massacre case, but stood at the gate of the city as a welcome.

Luo Feng's hands covered with calluses rested on the handle of the long knife at his waist, looking at the officials.

"A big shot from Beijing."

"Just treat you as ordinary merchants."

Luo Feng's face was sullen.

Ziwei and Fangzheng felt a chill in their hearts. It seemed that the identity of this great man was not simple to make Mr. Luo Feng so dignified.

"An important person from Beijing? My lord, we belong to Dali Temple and our purpose is to investigate cases. Why do we need to greet him outside the city like this?"

Fangzheng frowned and asked.

County magistrate Liu on the side glanced at them and smiled.

Luo Feng looked at the empty official road and shook his head.

"In today's capital, the situation is changing...everyone of the officials is in danger, and the water is very deep."

"Although my strength, Luo Feng, is not too strong, I am still a fifth-rank martial artist. Do you really think that we came to Anping County only for a massacre case?"

Luo Feng's cocooned palm was slowly stroking the handle of the knife with deep eyes.

Ziwei and Fangzheng were shocked.

County magistrate Liu on the side muttered, but didn't say anything.

"During this period of time, a major event that caused a sensation in the court and the public occurred in the capital. The supreme Great Xia Emperor wanted to accept a concubine."

Luo Feng said in a deep voice.

"His Majesty the Emperor Xia, Ninth Five-Year Sovereign, accepting concubine... Is it unusual? Why can it shake the government and the public?"

Ziwei asked in confusion.

Luo Feng shook his head: "If this is really an ordinary act of accepting a concubine, it would be great. The main reason is that the concubine His Majesty Xia Huang accepted this time was originally the third prince, Princess Ning..."

As soon as Luo Feng's words came out, there was a deathly silence all around.

Ziwei and Fangzheng's eyes widened instantly.

This... is against ethics!

Luo Feng's expression was complicated, and he glanced at the two of them. Do you think this is the most shocking thing?

"Besides, this concubine is still a bearded woman."

"impossible!"

Ziwei and Fangzheng spoke almost at the same time, their eyes full of disbelief.

"In the northern border battlefield, how many veterans have come back, with gold and iron horses, fighting with the barbarians, throwing their heads, shedding blood, and fighting endlessly with foreign races..."

"If you are not of my race, their hearts must be different! Under such circumstances, how could His Majesty the Emperor Xia accept a bearded woman as his concubine?! It will disturb the will of the generals and the hearts of all the people!"

Fangzheng was upright, so he immediately spoke and said.

Luo Feng glanced at them: "You are all so shocked, even talking about those ministers in Beijing, great Confucian scholars, and censors..."

"Emperor Xia lives in the deep palace and does not respond, and Prince Ning also stays behind closed doors and does not respond."

"What's even more astonishing is that the supporters of Emperor Xia's establishment of concubines occupy half of the court, and the crown prince of the Eastern Palace is even more supportive. Not only that, but there are also many existences that support the will of the crown prince that you can't even imagine!"

"Sitianyuan, the sect alliance stationed in Beijing, as well as Buddhist and Taoist representatives are also on the prince's side."

hiss……

Ziwei and Fangzheng took a deep breath, what is going on in this world? !

"The only opposing force is represented by King Zhenbei." Luo Feng said, looking at the official road, he could vaguely see a group of people emerging from the official road.

"The person who came from Beijing this time may be related to the East Palace."

"Also, one more thing..."

"The King of Zhenbei, surnamed Luo."

Words fell.

Ziwei and Fangzheng were stunned.

Even while listening to the lively magistrate Liu, his eyes couldn't help shrinking.

...

Blue and white building.

Hu Zhishui looked at Luo Hong with a peaceful smile on his face, but his heart was full of thoughts.

"Luo Mansion, Young Master Luohong..."

"This righteous yang energy turned out to be a Confucianism cultivator."

A cold light flashed in Hu Zhishui's eyes.

Hu Zhishui was no stranger to Luo Hong, mainly because they were both well-known figures in Anping County, and they had heard of them to some extent.

The refined and easygoing Mr. Luohong unexpectedly appeared at his blue and white literature meeting.

Hu Zhishui remembered that he never invited Luo Hong.

"Uninvited...interesting."

"Have you got your eye on me?"

Hu Zhishui's smile became brighter and brighter, but under the bright smile was an extremely intense murderous intent.

"It just so happens that this son is deceiving the world and stealing his name, pretending to be Lingji's murderous act to promote his own righteous name, this time he killed this son for Lingji!"

Hu Zhishui withdrew his gaze, and tapped his crutch lightly.

Looking at the literati and poets who were drinking and drinking in the following meeting, a icy disgust appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Luo Hong also looked away, feeling the trembling token in his arms.

It seems that I accidentally discovered a big secret.

There is only one reason why the Black Iron Evil Token vibrates, and that is that there is an evil cultivator who also holds the Black Iron Evil Token, who is very close to Luo Hong.

In the entire Anping County, there are only three people who hold the Black Iron Evil Order.

[Blood Ling Ji], [Tu Sanduo] and [Ancient Moon Does Not Drop Water]...

Xue Lingji's black iron evil order is in the hands of Luo Hong, which means that the remaining two are likely to be hiding in this literary meeting.

"So, who would it be?"

"Tu Sanduo...or maybe Gu Yue doesn't drip water?"

"and many more……"

Suddenly, the corner of Luo Hong's mouth twitched, as if a flash of lightning flashed quickly in his mind.

"Hu Zhishui... Gu Yue doesn't drip water..."

"You? Are you the living Wenqu star? The name is so refined?!"

Luo Hong looked at Hu Zhishui, coincidence? Could this Hu Zhishui be [Ancient Moon Does Not Drop Water]?

Thinking of the gentle scholar statue in the evil gate of the world, and looking at the appearance of the naive Mr. Hu at the moment...

Your skincare is too much!

Internet chat is really unreliable!

If this young master is a blood spirit princess, I won't bother with you!

Luo Hong secretly held down the vibrating black iron command, his face calm and composed.

"If this Hu Zhishui is an evil cultivator, then... this literary meeting is not as simple as imagined, maybe it will turn into an evil situation?!"

The corner of Luo Hong's mouth gradually became bitter.

These evil spirits are poisonous!

Did I provoke you to provoke you?

I can meet you wherever I go.

Hu Zhishui ignored Luo Hong.

In Hu Zhishui's mind, Luo Hong was already on his must-kill list.

Although he also knew that Luo Mansion in Anping County seemed unusual, but after completing this vote, he would be promoted to the Bronze Evil Order, and once he was promoted, he would not stay in Anping County any longer.

Qinghua Building is located deep in the alley, it will take some time to be discovered, and this time is enough for him to escape.

Hu Zhishui's plan was perfect.

After chatting for a while with a few literati and poets with a smile.

Hu Zhishui clapped his hands.

The blue and white building suddenly became quiet.

Nearly a hundred literati and poets looked at Hu Zhishui.

Hu Zhishui looked naive, glanced at everyone, and said slowly: "You are all well-known scholars in Anping County. Hu held the literary meeting because he wanted to communicate with you and learn from you."

"In addition, there is another reason for holding this literary meeting. Recently, Hu got a painting of a 'lady' made by a former painter. I don't know if it is authentic, so I want you to taste it."

Hu Zhishui leaned on a cane, looked at everyone with a smile, his eyes were very sincere.

After that, they clapped their hands.

On the stairs on the second floor of Qinghua Building.

The velvet rope binding the scrolls suddenly snapped, and a scroll unfolded slowly.

Surprise, uproar, and praise resounded endlessly.

But Luo Hong at the bottom couldn't sit still, he stared at the picture scroll, because of his experience in human skin books, he could tell at a glance that the material of the picture scroll... was real human skin!

This Hu Zhishui really likes to pick skins [Ancient Moon Does Not Dripping Water].

The evil cultivator of the evil sect of heaven and earth!

Luo Hong suggested that he should find a chance to escape.

However, Hu Zhishui stared at him from time to time.

"Have you been recognized? Is it exposed that I pretended to be the Blood Lingji?"

Hu Zhishui's actions made Luo Hong's imagination run wild.

Sudden.

In the blue and white building.

The literati and poets who were staring at the picture scroll softened their bodies and rolled their eyes, as if they were dumpling, and they all fell powerlessly and fainted.

This painting is poisonous!

Luo Hong's heart trembled, and he was also dizzy for a while after glancing at the scroll, but the sword energy in the meridians in his body surged faster, allowing him to regain clarity.

That Hu Zhishui was leaning on a cane, maintaining a naive smile.

Walk down the stairs slowly.

The crutch in his hand was thrown out, and with a "puchi", it pierced through the eyebrows of a fainting literati.

The crutch seemed to be wriggling, and the literati quickly shriveled up...sucked dry of blood.

Hu Zhishui glanced at Luo Hong who was not fainted with some surprise.

Don't care, keep walking.

The crutch sticks out again, piercing through the chest of an accompanying oiran...

There was a crash.

Sharp blades popped out of the crutches suddenly, and with a tear, the skin of the oiran who accompanied the wine was completely peeled off.

And the body of the skinned oiran was ruthlessly cut into pieces, scattered all over the ground.

Hu Zhishui smiled foolishly, step by step, spreading boundless murderous intent, towards Luo Hong.