Jiuxi

Chapter 878 876 [The Best Enemy]

After sixty years of vigorous development, Dadu is as prosperous as Heluo and Yongjia.

The country was not yet settled, so there was no way the horses would be put away in the mountains and the swords and guns would be put into storage. In addition, Emperor Jing set an example himself, so the spirit of luxury and debauchery was not prevalent in the city.

But there are always exceptions.

There is a Yunding Pavilion in the south city, which is an industry jointly founded by several great nobles of the Juntugu clan. The largest owner among them is the uncle of Abuhan of the Juntugu clan.

It serves fine wines from both the north and south, as well as various entertainments and beauties with different styles. Therefore, it is very popular among the city's playboys, and it is bustling almost every day.

"Master Zong Yun, calm down. How about I let Cui Yue accompany you?"

Qin Lin, one of the managers in charge of this business, who was born in the Juntugu clan and deliberately changed his name, was so anxious that he was sweating all over his forehead. He did not dare to stop the young noble next to him. After all, the other party was the son of Sagai, the minister of the Metropolitan Government and the head of the Huiluo clan, and he was not even a slave of Abuhan.

"Cui Yue?"

Zong Yun was tall and fierce-looking. He said in a cold voice, "I just want to have a drink with Liu Qing'er today. Brother Qin, are you afraid that I can't afford the money?"

Qin Lin smiled bitterly and said, "How could I have such an idea? It's just that Liu Qing'er has been called away. It would be against the rules to force her to come."

At this point, he couldn't help but glare viciously at the middle-aged woman following behind him. If she couldn't even handle such a small matter, which aroused Zong Yun's anger, how could she force him, the shopkeeper, to come forward in person?
Even so, he was not sure he could stop the angry Zong Yun.

"I know. Isn't it Qing Yucun? Who the hell is he? How dare he snatch a woman from me?"

Zong Yun, with a look of disdain on his face, stood outside an elegant house, then kicked the door open and rushed in.

The noise inside suddenly stopped, as if someone had strangled it by the throat.

There were six or seven men in their twenties or thirties sitting around a round table. The one sitting at the head was the Qing Yucun mentioned by Zong Yun, and next to him was a beautiful girl, who was none other than Liu Qing'er, one of the most beautiful girls in Yunding Pavilion.

Looking at the aggressive Zong Yun and the several fierce followers behind him, Qing Yucun's expression changed slightly, and then he said in a cold voice: "Zong Yun, what are you going to do?"

However, Zong Yun ignored him and just looked at the girl and said, "Qing'er, come here."

Liu Qing'er roughly knew what had happened, and subconsciously looked at the shopkeeper Qin Lin who followed in, but she only saw a bitter face. After a brief hesitation, she slowly stood up.

But a hand grabbed her wrist, and Qing Yucun said with a sullen face: "Zong Yun, please get out."

The other party's indifferent attitude made him very embarrassed in front of all his friends. Although Zong Yun was Sagai's second son, he was also Qing Yugong's nephew, and their status were roughly the same. Of course, he was unwilling to humble himself.

If Zong Yun came in and discussed it properly, perhaps he would give him face, but the other party clearly did not take him seriously, so how could he bow his head?

Seeing this, Zong Yun reached out and grasped the hilt of the knife at his waist, took a step forward and said, "I'm not going out. Do you want to fight?"

Qing Yucun was immediately furious, but he did not dare to provoke the other party further.

He is eighteen years old this year. His father died early, and he was raised by his mother, who spoiled him a little. Even though Qing Yugong asked him to hone his abilities with Qing Yuzhongwang, he was lazy and liked to hang out with a group of bad friends. However, his mother thought that this was not a bad thing, and that it was enough for him to live a stable life in the current situation.

After all, Qing Yugong couldn't get over his widowed sister-in-law, so he had to give up after a long time.

At this moment, with all his friends watching, Qing Yucun's face flushed and he said coldly, "I won't let Liu Qing'er go over there, what can you do?"

"Do you really think it's the same now as before?"

Zong Yun looked sarcastic and raised his head, saying, "In the past, your uncle was the Marshal of the Southern Court and the only prince of Dajing. Even a piece of trash like you could be so arrogant. Now even Qing Yu Zhongwang has to keep his tail between his legs. You still dare to shout in front of me. Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your dead father."

After saying that, he drew out his sword. Qin Lin was frightened and wanted to step forward to stop him but was pushed away by Zong Yun.

Everyone at the banquet had never seen such a scene before, and they all dodged in panic. Qing Yucun was so confused at this moment that he had already let go of Liu Qing'er's hand and seemed to have forgotten to even avoid her.

"Who are you going to teach?"

A cold voice sounded outside the door.

Zong Yun suddenly stopped and turned around, only to see Qing Yu Huaijin, dressed in gorgeous clothes and light makeup, standing outside the door with eyes as cold as ice.

Qing Yu Huaijin took a step forward. The masters of the Huiluo clan did not dare to stop her at all and just watched her walk in.

Zong Yun, who had been so arrogant in front of Qing Yucun just now, was like a mute at this time. Although there was resentment in his eyes, he did not retort in the end.

Qing Yu Huaijin came to stand in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly: "You said that the people in Qing Yu's family are trash?"

Zong Yun's lips moved. Of course he didn't dare to say such words in public, but he was sure that people like Qing Yucun would not dare to tell others even if they suffered a loss. After all, how could a playboy like him who had accomplished nothing dare to go to Qing Yugong to complain.

Qing Yu Huaijin didn't say much and slapped Zong Yun directly on the face. The tall and burly body flew backwards and fell heavily on the round table.

The guards of Huiluo were horrified upon seeing this and hurried forward to help Zong Yun up, only to see that one of his cheeks was swollen and blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Your Highness, you have great martial arts skills."

Zong Yun looked resentful and stopped the guards from moving forward.

Although he hated Qing Yu Huai Jin to the core, he knew that the other party was someone he could not afford to offend. Even though Qing Yu Gong's status in the court was not as high as before, and even though the entire Qing Yu clan was suppressed, this Princess Yongping could enter and leave the palace at will and often accompany the emperor.

"Come here." Qing Yu Huaijin ignored Zong Yun and turned to look at his cousin.

Qing Yucun walked over with a timid look on his face, looking completely unable to be happy about Zong Yun getting beaten.

Qing Yu Huaijin said coldly: "You don't practice martial arts or study, and you hang out in places like this all day long. Your father doesn't want to force you, so you become more and more unbridled. I don't want to care about you at first, but you are so incompetent that you allow those ignorant people to humiliate the Qing Yu family."

"Your Highness—"

Before Qing Yucun could finish his explanation, Qing Yu Huaijin kicked him in the abdomen, sending him flying, knocking over the screen behind him and causing him to lie on the ground wailing.

Qing Yu Huaijin's attack was very measured. This kick would only make this disappointing cousin feel pain without hurting any bones.

"Carry him back."

Qing Yu Huaijin gave an order to his attendant who was guarding the door, then turned to look at Zong Yun and said indifferently: "I haven't been wandering around the capital in the past few years, but you guys are so proud of it. I will go around more often in the future. If you fall into my hands next time, it won't be as simple as a slap in the face."

Zong Yun's expression changed drastically.

He did not come to his senses until Qing Yu Huaijin and his group left, because many bad memories came to his mind, reminding him of the time when he had to live in fear.

At that time, Qing Yu Huaijin often went to various entertainment places in Dadu. No matter which playboy was seen doing evil by her, she would beat him up at the very least, or even implicate his elders at the worst.

Later, perhaps she was tired of this kind of life, or she wanted to do something serious, so she no longer paid attention to this playboy circle, allowing aristocratic young men like Zong Yun to live a happy life for a few years.

"go home!"

Zong Yun didn't dare to stay any longer. He endured the burning pain on his face and ran back.

This little incident that happened in Yunding Pavilion is actually very common. After all, most of the powerful and wealthy people gather here, with countless high-ranking officials and many useless children. How could there not be a few similar disputes every day?
It was such a small matter that was presented to Emperor Jing's desk more than half an hour later.

"This girl..."

Emperor Jing smiled dotingly, then looked up at Tian Jue and asked, "What do you think?"

Tian Jue bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty, the prince has been very cautious over the past year, and the power of the Qingyu clan has become increasingly quiet. Princess Yongping must be eager to take action after being too quiet. In fact, it may not be a bad thing if she focuses her energy on these trivial matters."

"Good thing?"

Emperor Jing did not comment, and said slowly: "You go to Sagai's mansion in person and ask his sons to behave themselves. The prince is a great contributor to the Jing Dynasty. How dare they slander him in private? If they do it again, I will not let them off lightly."

Tian Jue took the order and left.

Emperor Jing pondered for a moment and whispered to himself, "That's good."

……

Changshan County Prince's Mansion, Jinyuan.

In the bathroom, there was the sound of gurgling water.

Qing Yu Huaijin leaned against the edge of the bathtub, staring straight ahead, and whispered slowly and slowly in a voice that only he could hear: "I heard that your situation has not been good in the past few months. The kings and ministers in the south have tried every means to suppress you. I wonder how you can break through the situation."

"Although I don't want to admit it, your speculation has come true. His Majesty will not let Qing Yu go after all, especially after he was injured. This idea will definitely be more firm because he knows that Wu Yan is definitely not a match for my father."

"Father may not want to sit and wait for death, but he can't do much after all, because his every move is being watched. Even my brother is in the same situation."

"My father mentioned that next year His Majesty will personally lead the army south, and he and his brother will follow the army then."

"If your majesty wins and you lose, then the best outcome for father would be to hand over the military power and enjoy his old age, because at that time no one can compete with your majesty's prestige."

"If your majesty loses and you win, the fate of the Qingyu clan may be even worse. Your majesty will definitely leave enough backup to deal with us. Even if Dajing has to give up the territory south of the Jing River, your majesty will completely solve the internal hidden dangers."

"I'm curious if you would have a better solution if you were faced with such a dead end."

“I don’t know, so I can only do it my own way.”

"Let everyone think that Qing Yu Huai Jin is still the Qing Yu Huai Jin of the past, innocent, simple, and ignorant of the ways of the world, relying on the favor of His Majesty and his father to do whatever he wants."

"Only in this way can I find a glimmer of hope under the omnipresent majesty of His Majesty."

"I don't know whether my father would agree with my rebellious idea. Since he has handed the power of the Qingyu clan to me, I don't think he would blame me for acting on my own."

She stretched out her white arms and slowly stirred the water in front of her, a complex emotion emerging on her cold and beautiful face.

"Thinking about it this way, we are in the same boat. It's just that you seem to have more leeway, because your emperor is not even a little bit inferior to the Emperor of Dajing."

"No matter what, I don't want to give in. Perhaps this is the most important quality I have learned from you."

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she stood up calmly, stepping out of the bathtub.

Countless water drops fell on the ground, as if splashing a light music.

(End of this chapter)