Hearing Xinyan's words, Murong Qianfan frowned and thought hard, thinking about it, feeling that this matter was extremely strange.

Seeing him frowning, Zhao Hanyu asked, "Are you okay?"

Murong Qianfan shook his head, pondered for a while, and then said, "If it is Gu Hongming, the great disciple of the Yuhuang Sword Sect, that is really a bit overwhelming. Gu Hongming is very remarkable. He has a very good reputation in the southeast. Many famous sects in the world have praised him and even vaguely compared him with Senior Brother Li of Jingyang Sect. Dao Sect will also consider such excellent talents. For such an important night of election, his sect has provided such a large force to help him, but he himself is absent. What is this? It's so strange."

Xinyan nodded in agreement and said, "At the beginning, I was shocked when I heard this news, and even had an idea. Is this Yuhuang Sword Sect a joke?"

Zhao Hanyu remained silent, but his heart became alert.

He knew that Murong Qianfan was a very proud person. He didn't even take Leng Aoyun, a young genius who was ranked at the top of the Young Phoenix List, seriously, but when he spoke, Gu Hongming was very clear, that was a real compliment, which showed that he was indeed extraordinary.

However, hearing Murong Qianfan's evaluation of the head of the seven swords of Yuhuang was so high that he even caught up with the senior brother, which made him feel a little unhappy.

Since he came down the mountain to Beijing, he has seen many young heroes, but if he compares with his senior brothers, it is a bit far behind.

So, is Gu Hongming’s comeback true or false?

If it is a mysterious thing, then it will not appear suddenly until the night of the night banquet and catch yourself off guard. This means that there is a ghost in the Yuhuang Sword Sect, so you must be careful.

If you really don’t come, what’s going on? Is it because the Yuhuang Sword Sect is not consistent within the unity of opinions? Or is it an internal strife with Kunlun Sect?

After thinking for a long time, he didn't come up with an obvious idea, so he stopped thinking about it and just do whatever he liked.

This is his obvious strength or characteristic.

Instead of thinking without success, it is better to open your mind and face all possibilities.

As long as you are mentally prepared for the worst, then nothing is incomprehensible or unacceptable.

He looked up at the sky. It was already noon, so he suggested, "Let's go have a meal and find a quiet place."

Murong Qianfan nodded and said, "Okay, let's go to Juyun Tower. Last time, I encountered garbage that was causing trouble before I had enough food. Today we will try it carefully."

Xinyan has long heard of the name of Juyun Tower recently, but she hasn't been there yet. So before Zhao Han, Yu, Qiuhong and others objected, she cheered and agreed to go to Juyun Tower.

Zhao Hanyu and Qiu Hong looked at each other and shook their heads. They had no good feelings for Juyun Tower, but they had to accompany Xinyan, which made her fulfill a wish.

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The eldest son of the emperor Li Shujie was driven downstairs to Juyun Tower. The attentive shopkeeper personally welcomed His Highness to the third floor. The eldest son of the second-generation male Leng Ziquan, the clan leader of the family, had already been waiting outside the private room on the third floor.

Seeing Li Shujie's figure appear, Leng Ziquan took a little step forward, bowed deeply to Li Shujie, and greeted him.

His courtesy was neither too arrogant nor deliberately flattering. He not only showed respect for His Highness, but also just maintained a sense of self-pride and did not lose the face of the family at all.

Li Shujie admired his thoughts quite well. With this courtesy, he recognized his character and his attitude met the Murong family's demeanor of a great family for thousands of generations. Therefore, he did not think that he was at all, but instead felt the gratitude and joy of getting a strong arm.

The two of them exchanged a few greetings, and Leng Ziquan then brought His Highness into the private room.

There are two old men in the private room, one in charge, who are both core pillars of the Leng family.

Everyone greeted each other, exchanged greetings and sat down. After several beauties of Mingyan served dishes, filled with wine, and left the room, Leng Ziquan held the cup in both hands, lowered his figure, and expressed his feelings to His Highness.

Li Shujie was satisfied with the attitude and sincerity shown by the Leng family. He also showed a very friendly attitude, praised the Leng family's surrender, and reciprocated his favor, offering a series of preferential conditions for the Leng family to gain a foothold in the capital.

The glasses of wine were intertwined during the meal, and the atmosphere was warm and harmonious. One side sighed secretly that he had chosen the right wise ruler, and the other side was glad that he could finally resist the Murong family. Everyone got what they needed, and they were all happy.

Just as the guests and guests were having fun, the door of the private room opened, and the shopkeeper and a servant dressed in came in one after another.

The servant walked straight to Leng Ziquan and whispered to him; the shopkeeper came to Li Shujie and whispered to him.

The two of them changed slightly at the same time.

Leng Ziquan heard that the young master of the Murong family, the first family in the world, was drinking here, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Li Shujie heard that several young men from Luofeng Academy came here for fun again, and there was also a beautiful mysterious girl with him. Zhao Hanyu was also there, of course, with the thorn in his eyes. He was like eating a green-headed fly, feeling nauseous.

Leng Ziquan looked at His Highness, and his eyes showed an inquiry, whether to go over and clean it up.

Li Shujie thought about it, shook his head, and smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, the boy from the Murong family is close to the target of participating in the Dao Sect's inheritance competition. Now he has been targeted by the Yuhuang Sword Sect. When the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet is over, they will be covered in dust. If the head of the Leng family is happy, he will put a bet on the plaza here, which will be a little bit happy. How about?"

Leng Ziquan couldn't help but smile and said, "Thank you for your comfort. However, if you want to bet, my Leng family has its own trading point. Hongbin Building, the largest inn in Beijing, has become the Leng family's property three days ago. Leng offered a ratio of 1 to 7 to bet that the boy surnamed Zhao was defeated. If there was no major accident, I thought I could earn some elixir money for the children studying in Beijing."

Li Shujie's smile became a little playful, and he said slowly: "Honor Leng, your son is Leng Aoyun from Tianyu Academy that was right? Why didn't he see him visiting this prince's mansion? Do you know the way or look down on him?"

Leng Ziquan's face turned solemn and said, "Your Highness calms down. From today on, the Leng family will follow His Highness's leader!"

A satisfied smile appeared on Li Shujie's face, but he said, "One code is the same. Uncle Tianduo did not have a good relationship with this prince before, but now everyone has a common goal, so there is a way to join hands. I won't mind those past."

Leng Ziquan secretly complained, if you really don’t mind, why did you mention it just now?

However, he never dared to say it, so he complimented: "Your Highness has a broad mind and is trustworthy and sincere. Leng knows which one is more important. Later, he will also strictly order the child to let him understand at least."

Li Shujie nodded, very satisfied with Leng Ziquan's performance.

After chatting for a few more words, Li Shujie got up with the cup and signaled to take a step first. Everyone quickly raised their glasses to accompany him, and then Leng Ziquan personally took them downstairs. He witnessed him driving him away from the car and then returned to the private room.

Leng Ziquan sat for a while before asking one of the two old men: "Uncle Second, how do you think this prince is compared to Prince Duan?"

The old man pondered for a moment, then slowly replied: "Li Tianduo is ambitious and has a great appetite. For more than ten years, the clan has spent countless silver on him, and has not done many decent things to this day. This time he went to Beijing, he had no news about us asking for a meeting. How ridiculous it is! It seems that this person can't count on him."

He accused Li Tianduo every word, but did not mention the eldest son at all. Obviously, he was not very cold to him, and at most he had a limited optimistic attitude.

Leng Ziquan thought for a while and said to the manager in the room: "Later, you go and withdraw 50,000 taels of silver and then come here to bet. Remember, buy the boy named Zhao and win."

The manager couldn't help but be stunned, a little confused.

However, he had always believed in the head of the family, and did not ask much questions, and bowed to take the order and left.

Uncle Leng was also confused. He looked at another old man and asked, "Ziquan, what do you mean? Are you really going to give up on Duan Prince's Mansion?"

Leng Ziquan stood up, walked slowly in the room, and replied, "Second uncle, I am no longer satisfied with Li Tianduo. As for King Duan, those noble people will not take our family seriously. Speaking of the eldest prince, I can see that he is narrow-minded and will revenge, but now he is still unable to face King Duan head-on, and he needs strong arms to help. When we approach him at this time, we will become friends in distress. If one day he really has power, we will definitely benefit. He has a great advantage, King Duan is far from as good as that, after all, he is orthodox!"

Uncle Leng agreed with his nephew’s opinion, but he was still a little worried and asked, “Then how should we face these two families in the future?”

Leng Ziquan said, "Since your highness has spoken, I will ask Leng Tao to take the silver bet and make a stand to express my position to Your Highness. I will choose the game that I will lose, which is to give him some money to eliminate his anger towards Ao Yun. As for the Duan Palace, the annual offer will be the same, and the rest should behave according to the opportunity."

He paused and said, "Two uncles, what I am most worried about now is the Murong family invasion. In our territory, we have to give all the strength of the clan and have to help the three families including Duanmu Nangong to maintain an unbeaten situation. Moreover, the Murong family has not yet done its best and has not used those tricks that are not morally improper. It is completely crushed by its huge financial resources. If we stick to the local area and do not want to find another way out, we will eventually be eroded by the Murong family."

Both the Leng family nodded, remembering the over the past two years that the Murong family had strongly entered the Oriental business momentum, and the situation was so harsh that the two were still scared.

Leng Ziquan sighed and said, "If my Leng family can get the help of Your Highness and establish a solid foundation in the capital, we will be qualified to face the Murong family head-on. By then, my Leng family will have grown up and become one of the most wealthy families in the world. Then, we will definitely live up to Your Highness and defend its orthodox throne to the death!"

The two elders admired Leng Ziquan's analysis very much, nodded frequently, and said nothing more.

"Also, if you want to find that person, you also need to rely on the power of Your Highness."

Uncle Leng was stunned and asked, "Ziquan, have you not given up yet?"

Leng Ziquan's eyes turned cold and he said, "Uncle Second, you are wrong. I don't miss you, but you have to know whether he died or not!"
Chapter completed!