Even Xianglian didn't know when it would start. She believed what Ye Chunqiu said. After hearing Ye Chunqiu's words, she almost didn't hesitate, so she hurriedly threw her head and gritted her teeth and said, "Okay."

Xianglian also has some things to be handled in the sect, so Ye Chunqiu went to the wing room where he lived last time to rest, but was thinking about the sword fighting in his heart. Recently, there have been wind and rain in the city, and not many people are optimistic about him. Oh... I don’t know what to do.

Ye Chunqiu thought about it and felt a little tired. He simply fell asleep and half asleep. Xianglian came in. Ye Chunqiu had blurred eyes and realized that it was already very late. Xianglian just walked to the bed, looked at him, and saw that he was still sleepy, so he left with his hands and feet.

Ye Chunqiu looked at the soft back and left, let out a sigh, and fell asleep in a drowsy manner.

The next day, there was nothing wrong, but the rumors outside were even more sensational. Ye Chunqiu was free, so he simply went back to the inn. When he got outside the inn, he saw several carriages parked outside the inn and was quite familiar with it. Ye Chunqiu was about to enter, but someone came out towards him. Isn’t it who his uncle Sun Qi is?

When Sun Qi saw Ye Chunqiu, he was full of surprise and said, "Chunqiu... is about to look for you."

Ye Chunqiu suddenly realized that he had never heard of his uncle coming. What's going on?

Sun Qi pulled him and smiled into the inn hall to sit in: "You father and son come here for the palace examination, but your eldest father was anxious and kept waiting for news, afraid that something would go wrong in the middle of the journey. He wanted to ask me to study books and ask you several times. I thought about it carefully. I recognized a few friends in Nanjing. They also had some relationship in the capital. The female clinic in Nanjing has already started. Therefore, if you want to come to the capital, you don't have to rush to do it. You can check the situation first. Secondly, you will meet your father and son, haha... Chunqiu has become the top scholar, which is really amazing." Sun Qi's face was blushing, and he looked particularly relieved. There are two Jinshis behind the female clinic, one of which is the top scholar, which made him finally relieved and could expand the clinic with peace of mind.

Ye Chunqiu smiled with a pursed lips and said, "How much money did my uncle bring this time?"

Sun Qi hesitated for a moment and said, "I didn't want to bring more people, but fortunately I went through the relationship of friends. Through the canal transportation, it was the help of the commander of Qian, so I felt relieved. I took two carts of silver, which was probably 20,000 taels."

20,000 yuan, my uncle made a big deal, and he said he was just here to take a look at the spot. Now it seems that he clearly wanted to take the opportunity to gain a foothold in the capital. Ye Chunqiu smiled and said, "Uncle, I'll ask you to do a favor, well, I'll talk about it later, I'll go out first."

After Ye Chunqiu said that, he hurried out.

Sun Qi was in a daze for a moment. What did Spring and Autumn... want to do?

Unfortunately, Ye Chunqiu has gone far away and there is no time to explain it to him.

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The mansion of the King of Swords in the North is in the inner city. It is said that many people have old age with him and are very famous among his own soldiers. However, he is a very fond of quietness. He lives not far from Dongzhimen. It is located in a quiet place and rarely comes here. Some disciples in the front yard learn sword and martial arts here. As for the back garden, it is where Zhu He practices in peace.

He has not personally taken care of civil affairs for many years. He rarely shows up except for occasional challenge duels. There are rockery ponds, corridors, and thatched cottages in the back garden. Zhu He stays in an inconspicuous thatched cottage. There is nothing else in the thatched cottage except a sword hanging in the thatched cottage. He usually sits cross-legged here, thinking about the sword intent. If it is not an important matter, no one dares to disturb him.

Since last time, he defeated Zhang Jinsong, the divine sword in the capital with one sword, the people who challenged him became more and more sporadic, as if it was too cold to the heights, or because of the loneliness of no rivals, this made him even more closed-door.

In front of his desk was a fresh cup of tea. Although he was not young, he was well maintained, with a rosy complexion and a black and white brow, he did not feel old.

After taking a sip of tea, his eyes fell on a piece of red paper on the desk. The red paper was the auspicious time and place agreed in this duel. It is said that the top scholar insisted on returning the war when he accepted the war. Thinking of this, Zhu He just pursed his lips and gently pressed his hand against the red paper on the desk. His eyes slightly closed, as if he was thinking.

On the contrary, at this time, a disciple came outside to report: "Master, the newly promoted Jinshi Jiao Huangzhong is visiting."

Zhu He just curled his lips: "But Mr. Jiao Ge's eldest son?"

"Yes."

Zhu Heheshou: "Please come in." His face was calm and there was no unnecessary expression.

After a while, he walked in from the burnt yellow. When he saw Zhu He, he smiled and bowed, "I heard that the King of Swords in the North is a gentleman. When I saw him today, he was indeed well-known."

"Sit." Zhu He nodded to him without showing any sign of dew: "The King of Swords in the North is just a nickname taken by the streets and alleys, which made Nephew Jiao make fun of him. Nephew Jiao did not enter the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, but he didn't know what... what to do with it."

The burnt yellow-haired face was still smiling, and he received a letter from his father at home, and the content of the letter was...

He sat down in the burnt yellow, and someone wanted to pour tea for him. He blocked it with his hand and signaled not to use it. He said slowly: "It is said that in two days, Mr. Zhu will fight the sword with the top scholar of Jinke?"

Zhu He's undeniable appearance makes people unable to guess what he is thinking.

Jiao Huangzhong smiled embarrassedly and said, "Mr. Zhu, I came on behalf of my father. I believe you know who my father is. Look... The King of Swords in the North sounds scary, but after all, it's just a person in the world. What can I compare to in this world? Jiao knows that Mr. Zhu also has many friends with officials, but..."

Hearing this, Zhu He smiled: "My dear nephew is still in circles, so why not tell me the truth."

Jiao Huangzhong was a little surprised, but soon, a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his face: "What Jiao wants is very simple, that is, after the duel, Ye Chunqiu must die. Although he is the top scholar, the duel is the matter, and the sword has no eyes. This is common sense. Since he has gone to the duel, if the gentleman has no 'significance', who can blame the gentleman? If the gentleman can accomplish this, it will be indispensable in the future..."

"Cough cough..." Zhu He coughed, interrupting the burnt words.

This made Jiao Huangzhong a little annoyed, and he wanted to say something, but Zhu He said, "Oh, it turns out that Nephew Jiao is for this, well, I know what you mean."

"Then..." Jiao Huangzhong looked at Zhu He nervously: "What does Mr. Zhu think?"

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!