Zhu Tian: A journey of spiritual practice starting from Joy of Life

Chapter 210 One Year Later, Si Gu Jian Invites Him

Thinking of this, Leng Feibai leaped onto the roof and looked around the Leng residence.

There are also two mansions on either side of the Cold House, but no one lives there and they are currently for sale.

Looking at the mansions on both sides, Leng Feibai rubbed his hands together, ready to go to the trading company later to buy the two houses.

Then decorate it nicely, for example, give the crabapple blossoms two vegetable plots, or build a rockery and a lotus pond in the garden.

Anyway, now that I have the title of Marquis bestowed by Emperor Qing, it's not a big deal if my residence is a little bigger.

Having made up his mind, Leng Feibai jumped down from the roof and continued cleaning.

After the house was completely renovated, Leng Feibai stretched and left the Leng residence, preparing to buy some new furniture to properly decorate the house.

Ten days later, outside the city gate of Danzhou, Leng Feibai and Sang Wen, along with the servants of the Fan family who had not gone to the capital, arrived at the city gate.

Seeing this, Old Mrs. Fan, who was in the carriage, lifted the curtain and said, "Feibai, let's stop here. Sangwen is pregnant, you should go back quickly."

Leng Feibai nodded and said, "Grandma, don't worry, I will visit you and my godfather in Kyoto regularly from now on!"

"well!"

Grandma Fan nodded without saying anything more, indicating that the carriage convoy could depart.

After watching the convoy leave, Leng Feibai helped Sang Wen and the servants of the mansion return to the Leng family home.

As for the Fan family mansion and its operations in Danzhou over the years, Old Madam Fan handed it over to Leng Feibai to manage.

After all, these things are handled by specialists, and Leng Feibai only needs to check and collect payments periodically.

Time flies, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

After finishing her vigil for Kuhe, Haitang Duoduo also arrived in Danzhou.

Although Zhan Doudou didn't have a good impression of Leng Feibai, she still prepared a dowry for Haitang Duoduo and four personal maids to serve her in Danzhou.

Another year has passed, and the Leng family's back garden has been renovated.

Sang Wen and Haitang Duoduo stood on either side of Leng Feibai, enjoying the leisurely afternoon in the pavilion in the garden.

At this moment, Leng Feibai was holding a six or seven-month-old baby girl in his arms, while not far from the three of them, a little boy who was a little over one year old was playing by the side of the passageway.

Seeing this, Sang Wen went over and picked up the child who was sitting on the ground, poking his head and saying, "Zixi, you naughty boy, running around again. How many times have I told you not to sit on the ground? What if you catch a cold and get diarrhea?"

The little boy, Leng Zixi, whose head had been poked, instantly became teary-eyed and almost burst into tears.

"OK OK!"

Begonia Duoduo, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but say, "Sang Wen, don't get angry so easily."

Sang Wen said helplessly after hearing this, "Sister, I didn't want to either..."

Before Sang Wen could finish speaking, the little girl in Leng Feibai's arms suddenly started crying.

Seeing this, Haitang Duoduo quickly took the child in her arms and comforted her, "Shuang'er, be good, don't cry!"

Looking at his wife and child, Leng Feibai couldn't help but cover his head.

Just then, a servant rushed over and said, "Master, ladies, the Supervisory Council has arrived!"

Upon hearing this, Leng Feibai was taken aback and stood up to ask, "Where is he?"

"There was one person in the front yard!"

Hearing the servant's words, Leng Feibai stood up and said, "Duoduo, Sangwen, you two take the children back to their rooms first. I'll go check on things up ahead!"

After saying that, Leng Feibai used his lightness skill to fly directly to the front hall.

Inside the Leng family's main hall, a middle-aged man with a strength of around the fifth rank sat somewhat reservedly on a chair. Since Fan Xian ascended the throne a year ago, he had abused his power to allow the Surveillance Bureau to open a shop in Danzhou.

Every now and then, he would ask me to write a letter and have the Censorate send it to Danzhou. Of course, most of the letters were just idle chatter.

Leng Feibai was speechless at this, but didn't say anything more.

"Sorry to keep you waiting!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind whistled past the middle-aged man's ear.

The next moment, Leng Feibai appeared directly in front of him.

"Greetings, Marquis Changlin!"

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Leng Feibai's lips twitched involuntarily.

Marquis of Changlin was a title given to him by that rascal Fan Xian.

When Fan Xian ascended the throne, he added a few strokes to the imperial edict conferring upon him the title of God of War and Protector of the Nation.

Firstly, he was granted the honor of being exempt from kneeling before the emperor, and secondly, he was given the title of Marquis of Changlin.

When Leng Feibai learned of this title, his first thought was whether or not to copy and publish both parts of Langya List.

"No gift!"

Leng Feibai said helplessly, "Tell me, what happened to your Emperor?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man quickly took out a letter from his robes and said, "My lord, this matter is serious. The Surveillance Bureau has used the urgent method of sending a letter; His Majesty must have something urgent to discuss with you!"

Upon hearing the words "urgent letter," Leng Feibai's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly took the letter to read it.

In an instant, Fan Xian's horribly ugly handwriting entered Leng Feibai's eyes.

"Brother Feibai, it's like meeting you in person after reading this letter. I won't waste any more pleasantries. Si Gu Jian of Dongyi City sent letters to both me and the young emperor of Northern Qi. He said he wants to reopen the Sword Pavilion and invites both of us to attend the ceremony. He also proposed entrusting Dongyi City to one of our two countries. I'm worried that this matter might be a bit troublesome, so I'd like to trouble you to accompany me to Dongyi City."

As he looked at the handwriting on the letter, Leng Feibai's lips twitched repeatedly, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, that's it!"

Leng Feibai was overjoyed, then raised his head and said, "Please go back and send a message to His Majesty, saying that I will be waiting for him at the border of Qing Kingdom on the way to Dongyi City."

The middle-aged man nodded and quickly left the Changlin Marquis's residence.

Seeing this, Leng Feibai found a place to sit down, focused his mind, closed his eyes, and tried to connect with the clone he had left in Kyoto.

"Have you heard that Si Gu Jian invited Fan Xian to Dongyi City?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clone left in Kyoto was the first to reply.

"What, the plot has progressed to this point? I was wondering why Fan Xian gave the order today that he would take some officials from the Ministry of Rites and two hundred Black Riders to Dongyi City tomorrow, and of course, the Shadow of the Surveillance Bureau would also be accompanying them."

Upon hearing this, Leng Feibai immediately sent a message to his clone, "Is there any movement from Chen Pingping's side?"

"He handed over the position of dean to Yan Bingyun half a year ago, and now he is staying in Chen Garden to enjoy his retirement."

"Go see him and tell him that the opportunity to annex Northern Qi has arrived!"

After Leng Feibai finished speaking, he turned around and went back to the backyard to discuss it with his two wives.

At the same time, in Chen Garden outside Kyoto, Fan Xian, who had come to discuss matters with him, was dismissed.

Chen Pingping pushed her wheelchair back to her room. The next moment, Leng Feibai emerged from the shadows and stood in front of Chen Pingping.

(End of this chapter)