There were two people guarding outside the house, with cold eyes facing each other and stiff atmosphere.

It seems that the fight will start in the next moment.

This is the palace, and I dare not say it is as solid as a god. At least it is unfamiliar to the forces in the martial arts world.

Besides, Qiu Jing only brought two confidants and sneaked into the palace quietly without disturbing the guards on the periphery.

However, Cheng Jingchuan carefully set up many defenses around him, including masters sent from Fengxing Pavilion. So as soon as she appeared, it inevitably caused a wave of chaos. The people in Fengxing Pavilion looked at each other, apart from the embarrassment, there was also strong uneasiness.

Qiu Jing's confidant watched them firmly to prevent these people from informing them.

The palace house is nothing else, it is just big enough. With the inner palace screen, the outer hall windows are blocked, no matter how high the martial arts skills are, it is difficult to hear what is being said inside.

The Imperial Guards are still calm, but the people in the martial arts world are not good.

"Lao Luo, where are you calling?"

A goatee dressed as a guard, said to his confidant who had been following Qiu Jing for a long time, "Isn't the young master in the north?"

The other party didn't buy it at all and said with a cold face: "It's the Pavilion Master, there is no so-called Young Master in Fengxing Pavilion."

"Hey, Lao Luo, it's boring to say this. Outsiders call it Mr. Qiu, what do we call it?" Goathu's eyes rolled and he argued, "We call it benefactor, old master, because Mr. Qiu and the young master both have the kindness of supporting us to live. If there was no Fengxing Pavilion, our brothers would either be in the martial arts world or set up a small gang to kill a little money. Not to mention starting a family and establishing a career, I'm afraid I can't even save my own life."

Lao Luo ignored him, and the goatee became more and more vigorous, and he raised his voice: "I admit that the young master has the ability and skills to make our Fengxing Pavilion famous today, but we must not forget our roots. Where did Fengxing Pavilion's initial manpower come from? Who paid the turnover money? Could it be that it was not Mr. Qiu?"

He walked up to Lao Luo and said arrogantly: "Mr. Qiu doesn't like us calling him a benefactor, but we can't forget this. What's wrong with the young master? Without Mr. Qiu, she... can she be today?!"

Goathu originally planned to say a few ugly words, but he swallowed them again when he reached his mouth.

After all, Mr. Qiu only has one daughter, and is no worse than his son.

Although Goatbeard thought from the bottom of his heart that it was time for a woman to embroider and sew clothes at home to cook, she would completely offend Qiu Jing if she said it directly, and maybe she would offend Mr. Qiu.

Lao Luo suppressed his anger and his fists made his bones squeezing.

Goathu thought he was reasonable and took advantage of the situation and made a move forward without forgiving: "Old Luo, my brother advised you for many years. Mr. Qiu and Zheng Xiong were very talented. What they wanted to do was not just to sell news and get involved in the world. Although the young master is amazing, she is a woman after all."

The onlookers were a little surprised. They were naturally trustworthy when they could stand here.

——Mr. Qiu has no son, and did his daughter die of illness many years ago? Otherwise, would he still be Cheng Jingchuan’s turn?

Their ideas are very common, which is the concept of most people these days.

No matter how good or bad your abilities are, your father's things should be your son's. Without a son, you will be a son-in-law and a student.

Suddenly, some people's eyes changed when they looked at the house. Cheng Jingchuan has not gotten married yet. Could it be that-

It’s no wonder that the three princesses’ favor is not taken seriously!

The Imperial Guards thought they understood the key points, but the people from Fengxing Pavilion really started fighting.

Lao Luo punched the goatee's face, as if he had stabbed a hornet's nest, and the sound of drawing swords and drawing swords in the yard.

"you!"

The goatee jumped up and was about to take action, but was pushed to the side by an old man with tattoos.

"Okay, what does it look like?"

The old man with tattoos had some prestige. As soon as he spoke, both sides calmed down temporarily.

However, the old man with tattoos was from Cheng Jingchuan. He held a delicate snuff bottle and came closer to him and sniffed it. He said slowly: "Huan Jianglong's words are ugly. He should not offend the young master like this, but it is right. No matter how capable the young master is, she is also Mr. Qiu's daughter. If Mr. Qiu had not understood the righteousness deeply, could she achieve what she has achieved today? She has good roots and bones, and knows people and things are not inferior to men. For children, shouldn't she thank her parents for their flesh and blood and teaching and raising her? "

This implies that Qiu Jing’s talents were born with were Qiu Si’s credit, and the skills he had later were Qiu Si’s credit.

Even Fengxing Pavilion was able to stand in the world at first, it was inseparable from Qiu Si's plan - those who had not received his kindness, the money he gave, and the channels in his hands, a woman in the boudoir who had just left the world was not swallowed up so much that she had no bones left? Even if Qiu Jing had the ability, it would take at least several decades to fight for a place in this martial arts world.

Fengxing Pavilion has reached this point in just over a decade.

Lao Luo's face was blushed. Looking at his proud goat beard, he wanted to abort all his teeth.

The outside is tense, but the inside is calm.

Qiu Jing had been traveling for several days and nights, and the person was extremely tired. If he had no internal strength, he would have fallen long ago.

Even so, her eyes were still as bright as fire.

Blood ties are a delicate bond. Qiu Jing does not look like Qiu Si, and his temperament is very different, but these eyes made Cheng Jingchuan feel stressed.

He looked away without a trace, picked up the purple clay teapot on the table, and slowly poured out a cup of tea that had been brewed just right.

"Master Qiu Pavilion, please."

This is the first time Cheng Jingchuan and Qiu Jing meet.

Before this, they all knew that there was a person like each other and had never met seriously. At most, Qiu Jing, the leader of Fengxing Pavilion, mixed in the crowd to look at Cheng Jingchuan, because Cheng Jingchuan was considered a striking figure in Ningtai City for a while, and he was attracted by Ning Wang's third daughter.

In the eyes of others, Cheng Jingchuan has no prominent surname. He is not from an imperial examination scholar. He cannot meet any classmates and hometown in the same year. He may have nothing but a face. The three princesses have always been wanton. In fact, civilians, scholars, or even Taoist monks bring them into the mansion. As long as the door is closed, no one cares about you. But it is different to target military officers of a rank. Being an official must be a job and you cannot disappear without reason. If a person is not willing to be a man, it will not be a forced abduct.

——To be honest, even if the three princesses want to force themselves, there is no chance to be abducted. Cheng Jingchuan is not a scholar without any power.

As for other traps, in Cheng Jingchuan's eyes, he was like a joke. Just imagine that he could not even escape these things, how could he survive until now under Qiu Si?

After a while, many people aroused the curiosity of many people, wanting to see who Cheng Jingchuan is. Cheng Jingchuan also took advantage of this momentum to attract the eyes of many nobles. Perhaps most people were making jokes after dinner to make jokes, but there were also many truly talented people who appreciate Cheng Jingchuan.

It is not difficult to turn a bad thing into a good thing, but the difficulty is how to stand firm in rumors.

For example, King Ning cannot feel that this little captain ruined the reputation of the royal family and find a reason to get rid of the people.

"Even I think it's not easy for you to get to this day." Qiu Jing slowed down her tone and tried to make herself look less aggressive.

Through a few tables, the fog of the tea slowly rose, changing into a shadow of nothingness, fleeting in a flash.

Cheng Jingchuan looked at the changing mist and suddenly laughed: "Before today, you didn't think so."

Qiu Jing paused and nodded without hesitation and said, "Yes, I thought you were just an ambitious and ambitious person, and there were too many such people. You may be the better one among them, but that's all."

"...Now you have discovered Mr. Qiu's true face." The smile in Cheng Jingchuan's eyes added a lot of complicated things.

Qiu Jing suppressed her anger and said coldly: "He is really a good father."

"To be honest with the Lord Qiu, in my early years, I thought Mr. Qiu was eccentric, but he had a kind heart in his heart. You are his weakness and his bottom line." Cheng Jingchuan said in a gentle tone and a strange expression, as if he was considering every word he was about to say.

He wants to turn the sentence into a blade without making it too sharp, to bring pain, and to the endurance of the person it stabs.

"The whole Ningtai City... No, the entire Jiangnan, who is as willing as he is willing to do his best to raise his daughter, can he see that his daughter is not a thing in the pool, and even obeys her daughter's wishes and let her get rid of all constraints and realize her ambitions, can she find a second one?"

Without waiting for Qiu Jing to react, Cheng Jingchuan asked and answered directly, "No, not only Jiangnan, but not the whole world. After you left, Qiu Jia claimed that his only daughter died of illness, not going to the village to recuperate, not becoming a monk to pray for blessings. Mr. Qiu didn't leave any room for him. You would never show up as Qiu Jia's daughter, and this identity would not drag you back to the backyard in the future, allowing you to get married or have a child to continue Qiu Jia. I thought about what kind of mind and kindness this kind of heart? He has always been a good father in front of you. You never know his crazy and perverse side. Not many people knew about this secret, only his confidant, his dying enemy, and perhaps... Lingtang who had long passed away?"

When Qiu Si was young, to outsiders, he was a noble man who was unwilling to interact with ordinary people.

Because he had a dispute with his friend, he was arrogant and left a letter to travel south alone to the King of Chu Ning. He naturally settled down in the south and started a family and career, but was still depressed and unsuccessful, so he could only be a small official. Not only did he have no children, his wife and daughter died of prematurely due to illness.

Qiu Jing was not dead, but her mother really passed away. The root cause of the disease that fell during the confinement period was delayed for five or six years, and finally died without treatment.

Therefore, Qiu Jing has made up her mind since childhood that no matter what kind of person she becomes and what ambitions she has in the future, she will never have children.

A woman gives birth to a child is a real gate of hell. She will not be able to be a good person because of her status.

If you want to achieve great goals and control the storm, you must first live. However, Qiu Jing was born as a woman and had an extra difficulty in life and death.

It is easy, but not easy to solve this difficulty. Qiu Si waved his hand and helped Qiu Jing solve this problem. If she was trapped in the backyard, no matter how talented Qiu Jing was, she would not have the power to resist her father after all. It would be impossible to say that Qiu Jing was not grateful to Qiu Si.

However, even this gratitude is blinded by dark clouds.

At least it paralyzes the autumn scenery and further establishes the image of a kind father.

As the head of Fengxing Pavilion, does Qiu Jing know nothing about Qiu Si's movements? Of course it is impossible. She just believed in Qiu Si's disguise and thought that Qiu's thoughts would restore Chu to the country. King Ning could not support him. Ning Tai's aristocratic clan was addicted to seizing power and overturning the playboys who were drunk and dreaming of death. He did not want to try to change all this. What if he could support a smart little prince?

Qiu Jing didn't know at all, nor did she believe Qiu Si was a lunatic.

Before today.

Everything in Ningtai City, the movements of Fengxing Pavilion, the slander of former subordinates, and Cheng Jingchuan's expression at this moment all confirm this.

The autumn scenery is like awakening from a long dream, and reality turns into a sharp blade, stabbing her blood.

"You don't have to provoke me anymore. My mother knows nothing, just like me in the past." Qiu Jing said expressionlessly.

Cheng Jingchuan lowered his head and continued to pour tea. Water flowed out of the porcelain cup and flowed into the square below along the gaps of the tea tray.

The fragrance of tea is everywhere, refreshing the heart.

This is a tribute from Jiangnan.

Qiu Jing suddenly raised his hand to take it and said to Cheng Jingchuan: "You and I are just rare tea leaves at that person's hand. Good tea should be brewed even if it is not drunk. Because it can only absorb moisture and change the flavor when placed in the jar. He puts good tea with good water and good porcelain, not respecting and cherishing it, but he thinks from the bottom of his heart that this is suitable."

The teacup was turned over and the leaves were capsized with water.

Cheng Jingchuan sighed, "The Lord Qiu clearly saw that Mr. Qiu was not intentionally pretending to deceive. He... Maybe he was born with lack of these things, not knowing love and hate, and there was no such thing as love and hate. He realized that he was different, so he pretended to be perfect all year round. Now that he is old, there is no need."

The picture is revealed and the chess game is at its end.

Through the table, the two looked at each other silently.

They had a deviation in their understanding of Qiu Si. Cheng Jingchuan thought Qiu Jing was Qiu Si's weakness. When he came to his head, he realized that Qiu Jing was just a useful chess piece in Qiu Si's hand. Because this chess piece could play a good role, Qiu Si could surpass worldly rules to give Qiu Jing all the convenience. If the chess piece was useless, it would not be a pity to throw it next to him.

It is like a barrier to cover your eyes, and it is not until now that you can see everything clearly.

"There are eighteen organs and three traps in this room." Cheng Jingchuan always stood in one position and had not moved. He whispered, "I believe that the Lord Qiu has seen some of the things that are wrong."

"He asked you to kill me?"

"Mr. Qiu just let me choose, and he should know my choice."
To be continued...