The eyes closed and opened, and the night passed.

The next morning, Qian Yiqun stood up when he heard the chicken, asked his maid to prepare tooth powder to clean his mouth, wash his face, and rushed to Zhou Zhengqing's room excitedly.

Zhou Zhengqing had not gotten up yet and was blocked by Qian Yiqun in the bed. In a daze, she was just glad that she didn't let Meiji sleep with her last night. Then she thought: Qian Jiuyi came to drink crazy this morning?

"Brother Wude, if you think Qian can be paid, please report to your house." Qian Yiqun said with a serious look on his face.

"Are you drunk?" Zhou Zhengqing looked surprised, "I don't even recognize me?"

"I naturally recognize you. I mean my brother's house." Qian Yiqun said.

"Wujiang Zhou family." Zhou Zhengqing put on her clothes and was puzzled, "Brother Jiuyi, are you okay?"

"I really can't remember where the Zhou family in Wujiang came from, so please tell me bluntly." Qian Yiqun asked.

"Well, it's not your fault. My eldest father is very disliked to show off. Most of his subordinates are cautious in studying." Zhou Zhengqing said that he was sleepy and interested. Over the days, he had long discovered that Qian Yiqun didn't know where he was indeed from, which made him very depressed, but he couldn't run up to explain the family tree. In that way, he would be regarded as a playboy who made his family's reputation.

Zhou Zhengqing finally waited for Qian Yiqun to ask himself, and he could finally vomit all the breath he had in his heart.

It turned out that the Zhou family of Wujiang was born with Zhou Dunyi, the founder of Neo-Confucianism, and they were all authentic Neo-Confucianism for generations. Zhou Ao, the ninth-generation grandson of Zhou Dunyi, was exiled to Jiangnan, and his son Zhou De moved to Wujiang, thus creating the Wujiang Zhou family genealogy.

"My uncle Gao's uncle Zhou Gongsu, was named Yong, and was appointed as the Minister of Personnel." Zhou Zhengqing saw Qian Yiqun's face was clear and probably did not know his uncle Gao's weight, and said, "My uncle Zhou Zhongyi, the minister of Taipu Temple, is my cousin, and he is named Shangzong and Xia Jian."

Qian Yiqun had seen the book "Collection of Zhou Gongsu" and knew that Zhou Yong was an expert in water conservancy in the Ming Dynasty. As for who Zhou Zongjian was, he was a little confused and nodded slightly.

"It's the iron censor who scolded Wei Zhongxian for "those who are instructed by thousands of people but do not know a single Ding." Zhou Zhengqing explained.

Qian Yiqun then said, indicating that he had heard something.

Zhou Zhengqing changed his tone: "My eldest father was once the Grand Secretary of the Dongge and the Minister of Rites, the chief master of Shangshu, and the chief president of the National Historian. He is now resigning at home and traveling to the forest... You should know?"

"Don't respect..." Qian Yiqun thought to himself: Why do you say that far away? Isn't it enough to just say that your grandfather is Zhou Daodeng, the former prime minister of Wujiang?

Zhou Zhengqing thought he had successfully suppressed Qian Yiqun, and pretended to be leisurely: "Why did Brother Jiuyi think of asking about this?"

"It's still the same thing last night," Qian Yiqun sat down beside the bed, looking straight at him, "Wen Bowen is really smart, you are not as good as him."

"Well, why do you say this?" Zhou Zhengqing was well-educated and did not think it was offended at all.

Because those who have the right to speak control their thoughts. The literary scholars have the power to appeal. When "Mo Hanzhai Zhiyi" is widely spread all over the world, they hide their own opinions and criticisms in it. How powerful would it be?

After hearing Qian Yiqun's words, Zhou Zhengqing felt like a drum beat in his heart. He savored every sentence of Qian Yiqun and said to himself: This is indeed the truth. However, if Wen Bowen might not have seen this, otherwise he would not have only taken out 500 taels to invest.

"The investment matter really needs to be discussed again," said Zhou Zhengqing. "I will go back and discuss this matter with my elders at home. However, Mr. Yulong is about to take office at the Dantu, so I'm afraid it's a little troublesome. The secrets included in their Shiyan Hall are probably indispensable for compiling the story."

"Your North Korea-China relationship is so strong, can't you let him go?" Qian Yiqun felt that his official service in the military system was very precious, but the eighth-rank coach was nothing. As soon as he said that, he figured out this joint himself, and couldn't help but smile secretly, expressing his understanding of his despicableness.

"Haha, you Jiuyi, you have actually cut off your path to fame and fortune." Zhou Zhengqing laughed loudly, as if he had a tacit understanding.

"Mr. Youlong and other figures must be more important than their own fame and fame," Qian Yiqun said with confidence, "We are just paving the way for him."

"I understand," Zhou Zhengqing grabbed Qian Yiqun's hand, "Brother Jiuyi, you are the first to advocate this matter. In your opinion, how much capital should we invest?"

"This matter must not be done by one family, otherwise it will be difficult to distinguish between true and false, and it will be frugal." Qian Yiqun thought for a while and said, "It depends on how you have divided the big families. Let me say first, I'm a small family in the Qian family, just leave some soup for us."

"This is no problem!" Zhou Zhengqing agreed, "Leave the rest of the matter to me. I have a cousin who can help Mr. Youlong get out of the quagmire and return to the smooth road."

The two looked at each other and laughed, and for the first time they felt a sense of mutual appreciation.

Except for them, the others didn't remember the banquet last night, and they didn't mention this matter again until they sent Feng Menglong on board.

After seeing Feng Menglong off, Xu's mother also ordered people to clean up and use the Zhou family's pomp to go to Suzhou and defect to her junior sister.

Yiyinglou is a hidden biography, and no one else except Qian Yiqun knows the details. Zhou and Wen just said that they were sisters who were looking for her classmates' skills, so they didn't ask much.

The two men were sorted out and the group boarded the big ship sparsely. Because they had already left Chen Xiangming's waves, the tragic servitudes that returned home were drifting away, so they looked quite bleak.

Xu Fo found a stall and asked his two daughters to hold Zhou Zhengqing and Wen Yunhe. He searched for a cabin with Qian Yiqun alone, and closed the doors and windows to prevent people from seeing it.

Qian Yiqun's heart was trembling. He was quite entangled with the Xu Niang who seemed to be twenty or forty. He had the heart to pick and was unwilling to be a young grass. Fortunately, he was generous, and then he thought again: he had a thirty-eight years of life in the past and two lives, and he was considered a peer of Xu Niang. He suddenly sank the dantian and said intimately: Come on if you have anything, I am still afraid of it!

"Young Master Qian." Xu Fo's body was filled with a strange fragrance, neither flower essence nor flower dew, nor like sandalwood agarwood, which was faintly attracted by the soul.

"Mama Xu." Qian Yiqun leaned back slightly, and his arms could already feel the body temperature under Xu Fo's yarn.

"Young Master Qian." Xu Fo laughed again.

"Mama Xu." Qian Yiqun felt the strange fragrance pouring into his nose and his whole body was hot.

"Young Master Qian," Xu Fo smiled so hard that his branches trembled, "Are you going to keep calling like this?"

"It's not bad either." Qian Yiqun straightened his body.

Xu Fo stared at Qian Yiqun's eyes and suddenly said, "Young Master seems to be guilty."

"Huh," Qian Yiqun let out a long sigh, "How can you not be guilty if you owe your mother a sword formation?"

"Why did Gao Ren do things according to common sense? I'm afraid he forgot it himself." Xu Fo changed his face and said with a resentful look. "We miserable women have long been used to the way we benefactors go back on their word, forgetting before and turning against others... Alas, this is fate."

Qian Yiqun didn't know how to answer, so he touched his nose awkwardly.

"But Mr. Qian is a person who values ​​love and righteousness, so I believe in the master." Xu Fodao.

"This is." Qian Yiqun felt a little alert and didn't say much.

"Now, you and I are in this cabin, with the sky above and the earth below, and the ears beyond your mouth..." Xu Fo said softly in Qian Yiqun's ear, "Young Master, let me tell you the origin of the Xihe Sword to my family."

Qian Yiqun suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This is what the commander borrowed from me for emergency response, that's all."

Xu Fo put a soft hand on Qian Yiqun's shoulder, leaning on him slightly, and speaking with a crying voice: "Young Master, I'm afraid the most miserable lineage in the secret Dharma Realm..."

Xu Fo said sobbing, but seeing that Qian Yiqun had no trace of pity in his eyes, he closed his tone and said in a normal voice: "Since the founding ancestor Gongsun, our Yiyinglou has always been coveted. There were originally seven sects of Yansect, and people at that time called Qixiu... Now only three veins still exist. Not to mention that the sword formation is broken, even two sets of mental methods are left."

"this……"

"Young Master," Xu Fo interrupted Qian Yiqun, "To be honest, the Xihe Sword is the sword of the ancestor. It is not only of great significance, but also an extremely sharp treasure. I dare not ask the young master to give it to you, but there is also a sword technique that has been lost for a hundred years in the sword, called "Sword Huntuo". If the young master is willing to give it to me with this sword recipe, I will go home and listen to the young master's orders."

Qian Yiqun said a long time and stopped talking.

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Chapter completed!