From the Red Mansion, you can travel through the world of martial arts

Chapter 118 Zhou Zhiruo

After a meeting, Wang Qianyuan arranged Jia Wei and the Jinyiwei entourage in a luxurious manor.

Wang Qianyuan accompanied Jia Wei on a tour of the courtyard amidst the green willows and slopes, behaving carefully and with an extremely respectful attitude.

"My Lord, the maids serving in the courtyard are all born in the Gusu Wang family. Although they are stupid, they are loyal and reliable, and they are not good at martial arts."

"Boss Wang is thoughtful." Jia Wei nodded and suddenly asked, "I heard that Boss Song is old and wants to retire. Is this rumor true?"

Wang Qianyuan's heart tightened, and he quickly replied: "My Lord, it is true..."

Jia Wei turned around and looked at him: "The Salt Gang has a special status. I wonder if the successor has been decided?"

Wang Qianyuan shook his head nervously. "It's not over yet. The leader is still choosing between me and Leader Wei. Deputy Leader Wei Zheng is very powerful, has a lot of experience, has made great contributions to the Salt Gang, and has a high prestige within the gang..."

"Oh? You mean, he is suitable?" Jia Wei said with a smile.

Wang Qianyuan said in a deep voice: "My Lord, you can see clearly that Wei Zheng is just a warrior with a crude character. He is brave but not wise. He is only good at martial arts, not business or socializing. If the Salt Gang is handed over to him, at best, it will be defeated and decline, and at worst, it will cause chaos in the whole area..."

Jia Wei couldn't deny what he heard, he just patted him on the shoulder and said: "Boss Song is old, you should encourage him."

In an instant, Wang Qianyuan's face was filled with joy that he could not contain himself. Although the Salt Gang was a gang under the rule of the underworld, its situation was special and it needed the recognition of the court.

Jia Wei is a close minister of the emperor. Although he cannot directly interfere in the affairs of the Salt Gang, if he is willing to support Wang Qianyuan, he will be a great help that even Song Ming needs to pay attention to.

Seeing Jia Wei walking into the courtyard, Wang Qianyuan hurriedly bowed and said, "Farewell, my Lord!"

After Wang Qianyuan left, Jia Wei was still thinking about the internal affairs of the Salt Gang. Wang Qianyuan wanted to gain his support, so naturally he also wanted to extend his hand to the Salt Gang.

"Are you planning on the Salt Gang?"

Zhao Min appeared out of nowhere, and Jia Wei turned around to look at her.

Zhao Min held up her skirt as she walked. She was wearing a golden dress with hundreds of butterflies on it. Although she looked bright and attractive, she felt very uncomfortable.

As a woman from the grassland, she was used to being free and unrestrained. In the Central Plains, she always wore men's clothes. However, Jia Wei forced her to change into Central Plains women's clothes for his own selfish desires and to satisfy his own eyes.

"Why else would I come to Yan Island? For tourism?" Jia Wei asked unhappily, "So why did you bring people to Yan Island, Princess Minmin?"

Zhao Min rolled her eyes and said, "I have loved martial arts events since I was young. How could I miss the gathering of various factions on Salt Island?"

Jia Wei thought for a moment and said, "Your plot is to launch a surprise attack on the factions on their way back, and then put the blame on the Salt Clan or the imperial court, thereby exacerbating the internal conflicts of the Han Dynasty?"

"Look at what you said, am I that bad?"

Zhao Min's pretty face was calm, but her heart was already filled with turbulent waves. How could Jia Wei always see through her intentions?!
Jia Wei smiled contemptuously and said, "I know that your loyal servants will all arrive at Yan Island tomorrow. If you want to sow discord among the sects and take the opportunity to create chaos and escape, go ahead and try."

Zhao Min: "..."

Could it be that Jia Wei wanted to take her to Shenjing? Shenjing was a place with high mountains and long roads, and it was heavily guarded. It would not be easy to escape once you entered.

Zhao Min said softly, "I have no grudge against you, Lord. Why do you have to force me? Lord, if you can spare my life, I will be grateful."

"What's the point of being grateful?" Jia Wei approached and said, "Why don't you serve me tonight, and I will personally escort you off the island tomorrow..."

Zhao Min dodged, gritting her teeth in anger, and said, "There are many princesses like me in Mongolia. I don't know anything about border defense and domestic politics. What's the point of you holding on to me?"

Jia Wei smiled and said, "A man who seeks fame, wealth and status should be upright and aboveboard. How can he hold a woman hostage in exchange for benefits?"

"Then what do you want to do?" Zhao Min asked and took a step back.

"Is it possible that I just want your body?" "...You are so shameless!"

Zhao Min was almost biting her teeth. Aren't people from the Central Plains said to be reserved and polite? This Jia Wei was as wild as the people from the grasslands.

Jia Wei said seriously: "I would not trade Mongolian Princess Shao Min for a bed warmer even if I were given the Emperor..."

Zhao Min suddenly started to sob. It was unclear whether it was true or not. She cried, "You bully me, you bully me!"

"They're already fighting in broad daylight, what a pair of bastards!" Mu Wanqing cursed as she stood in front of the door.

Zhao Min stopped crying immediately and cursed, "It's better than the vixen who keeps moaning at night."

"What did you say? I'll tear your mouth apart!" Mu Wanqing felt so hurt that she became furious and jumped up with a wave of her skirt.

Zhao Min was not to be outdone, "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

The two women then wrestled with each other. Both of them had mediocre martial arts skills, just like two poor chess players meeting their worthy opponents or a general meeting a talented general.

It was a big battle, and although the moves were not very good, the colorful skirts and hair were flying, which was quite exciting and beautiful.

Jia Wei shook his head slightly. These women are all arrogant and proud. It is really difficult to run a harem...

It’s better to choose a woman who doesn’t know martial arts. Even if they fight, they will just quarrel at most and won’t even use a swear word.

At this time, Ding Baiying came in from outside, "Someone wants to see you."

"Who?"

"Murong Fu."

"Nan Murong? Did he bring his cousin?"

"…I only brought four retainers with me."

"Then why should I see him? Uncle Ben can see anyone? Tell him to get out of here."

Not long after, Ding Baiying came again: "Someone wants to see you again, Zhou Zhiruo, a female disciple of the Emei Sect."

Jia Wei was stunned. Mie Jue and he were incompatible, so why did Zhou Zhiruo come to find him?
Could it be that he wanted Zhou Zhiruo to seduce him and seize the Sword of the Heavenly Sword?
Extinction can do this...

"Invite her in."

Ding Baiying couldn't help but sneer, "I knew it. I've already invited her to sit in the house."

When Jia Wei walked into the main house, he saw a woman standing in the hall with a slender and graceful back. She turned around and looked at him. Her beautiful face was slightly sad and seemed to be full of resentment. He felt pity for her.

"My humble servant greets you, sir." Zhou Zhiruo bowed.

Jia Wei walked to the main seat and sat down, and said straight to the point: "I wonder what Miss Zhou wants to see me about? If you are here for the Heavenly Sword, please go back."

Zhou Zhiruo frowned and could only kneel on the ground and beg:
"Master, a few months ago, I followed my master's order to go to Wudang Mountain to get the sword, but it was stolen by the Sun and Moon Sect. Fortunately, Master brought back the Heavenly Sword from the Miao area...

"Please understand, my Lord. The Heaven Sword is a tool used by the Emei Sect to spread its teachings. If you can return it to the Emei Sect, I will be grateful to you."

Jia Wei looked at Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful face with a strange expression.

(End of this chapter)