Luck entry, starting from the Nine Dragons' succession

Chapter 3: Traitor, your filial piety has deteriorated
Changqing Temple, at the foot of the mountain.

A carriage made of ebony was parked at the foot of the mountain.

The texture is like the ink-stained sky, and the color is low-key and mysterious.

The carriage body is carved with dragon patterns, all of which are the work of a master, which shows the noble status of the carriage owner.

A tall white horse with dragon blood was emitting hot air from its nose.

"Your Highness, the carriage is ready."

A soft and melodious voice sounded.

A beautiful woman in moon-white palace dress walked over with light lotus steps, her manners dignified and elegant, with the gentle charm of the Jiangnan water town.

The curves are exquisite and flawless, as if they were carefully carved by God.

The person who came was Fang Heng's personal maid Yun Menglan.

Yun Menglan used to be a maid serving Fang Heng's mother, and they were like sisters.

After Fang Heng moved out of the palace, she was given to Fang Heng by his mother to take care of his daily life.

All matters, big and small, in the palace basically went through Yun Menglan's hands.

Although she has no official title, she is actually the housekeeper of the palace.

After Fang Heng completed his initial training, he decided to return to the palace.

After all, the origin of the immortal root in his body cannot be told to outsiders.

If one were to achieve enlightenment and break through the realm in Changqing Temple, he would definitely be discovered by the people in Changqing Temple.

By then, it will be hard to explain.

Therefore, Fang Heng planned to return to the palace and break through to the Tao again.

As for how the immortal root came about?

Naturally, all of this is attributed to health-preserving exercises.

Isn’t this what the founder of Changqing Gong did?

Because he had not seen the moment when the health-preserving exercise was completed, even Taoist Xuanqing could not tell the real from the fake.

A Taoist priest who was a few years older than Fang Heng escorted him to the foot of the mountain.

"Big Brother, just send it here."

"Where is the master? Why didn't I see him today?"

When Senior Brother Lin Yichen heard Fang Heng's question, there was something indescribably strange on his face.

He cleared his throat and said perfunctorily.

"Master is ill and can't come to see you off, little brother."

"Are you ill?"

Fang Heng raised his eyebrows, looking surprised.

Taoist Xuanqing is a Taoist master of the tenth realm and has long been immune to all diseases.

I was fine last night, detoxifying myself.

Could you be sick after not seeing you for one night?
The flame of gossip ignited in his eyes.

"Little Junior Brother, you don't have to worry about Master."

"Master just had a little accident."

The eldest brother's tone was evasive and secretive, which aroused Fang Heng's curiosity even more.

"Broken leg?"

"Ahem! It's not that serious, just a minor skin injury."

"Master's wife is mighty!"

Fang Heng nodded slightly, then turned to look at the beautiful woman in moon-white palace dress.

"Auntie Yun, bring the best medicine for wounds."

"Junior brother, it's really just a minor injury, no need to make a fuss."

Lin Yichen quickly declined.

But Fang Heng had made up his mind and forced the medicine on his eldest brother.

"Big Brother, this is my filial piety. You must bring it to Master."

"The wound medicine used by the imperial family is not available outside."

Lin Yichen was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Filial piety?

Junior brother, are you sure this is filial piety?
Isn't it the knife that stabbed into the master's heart?
After Fang Heng delivered the golden wound medicine, he got on the carriage.

Before leaving, he did not forget to lift the curtain and give instructions to his eldest brother.

"Big Brother, please don't forget my filial piety."

……

A quarter of an hour later.

An angry voice was heard from Taoist Xuanqing's room.

"Rebel!"

"Your filial piety has gone sour!"

……

The wheels rolled by, making a rumbling sound.

Changqing Temple is not far from Yujing City.

Soon, the city wall of Yujing City came into view.

"Sir, please be kind and give me something to eat."

The ragged refugees gathered around, their faces pale.

He looks so skinny that he seems like a gust of wind could blow you down.

Fang Heng lifted the car curtain and looked up.

Dense crowds of refugees surrounded Yujing City like a nest of ants.

It was freezing cold, and refugees would fall on the road from time to time and be frozen into ice sculptures.

"Auntie Yun, give me something to eat."

"Your Highness, I will do it right away."

Yun Menglan ordered the guards to distribute pancakes to the refugees.

The hard and inedible flatbreads became a supreme delicacy in the mouths of the refugees, and they were gobbled up in big mouths.

"Thank you, noble man!"

"Your Excellency has a heart of a bodhisattva."

Looking away, Fang Heng frowned and asked unhappily.

"Why are there so many refugees outside Yujing City?"

"This summer, the northwest suffered from severe drought and the harvest was completely lost."

"After winter came, refugees flocked to Yujing in droves."

Yun Menglan lifted up her drooping black hair, her voice as gentle as ever.

"Where is the Yujing prefect?"

"Are you here to eat?"

“They can’t even accommodate the refugees properly.”

"Your Highness, the imperial inspection is imminent, and Prefect Chen is busy building relationships, so he has no time to care for the refugees."

Yun Menglan reminded him, and Fang Heng only then remembered that this year was the year of the imperial inspection.

"With so many refugees outside Yujing City, isn't he afraid of being reported?"

"I heard that Chen Fuyin has been going to the East Palace quite frequently in recent days."

Fang Heng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent and didn't say anything.

If you are successful, you will help the world, and if you are poor, you will be alone.

He was willing to speak up for the people and report to the prefect Chen.

It only involves the East Palace.

With his small body, he cannot bear the heavy burden of the Eastern Palace.

Just now.

The aroma of meat filled the air, and the refugees immediately became agitated.

All I heard was someone shouting.

"The female Bodhisattva has come to distribute porridge."

"Your Excellency has a kind heart!"

Dense crowds of refugees rushed forward like sardines.

Soon, the figure of the "female Bodhisattva" who was distributing porridge was surrounded.

Fang Heng sat in the carriage and watched from afar.

I saw a young woman, about sixteen or seventeen years old, distributing porridge to the crowd.

She doesn't wear any makeup, but she is still as beautiful as a fairy.

Her shoulders were as thin as a willow, swaying in the wind, as if a strong breeze could blow her down.

"Auntie Yun, who is the woman giving out porridge?"

Fang Heng asked, curious about the other party's identity.

Because the other person has a kind heart, not because she is beautiful.

"Prime Minister Wu's youngest daughter, Shen Qiushui."

"She is always pampered at home."

The young daughter of the Prime Minister?

The image of Wu Xiang emerged in Fang Heng's mind, and then he looked at Shen Qiu Shui again.

He remained silent for a long time, as if lost in thought.

How could Wu Xiang, with his big and strong appearance, give birth to such a pretty daughter?
"It's a good heart, but unfortunately..."

"Just a little stupid!"

Fang Heng sighed.

Shen Qiu Shui's chest doesn't have any waves, so how can she be so stupid and clear?

Yun Menglan nodded slightly when she heard Fang Heng's evaluation of Shen Qiu Shui.

"Your Highness, Miss Shen is simply too naive in her dealings with others."

"I was blinded by a group of unruly people."

Yun Menglan seemed to be hinting at something, and Fang Heng also noticed it.

Not all of the people receiving porridge are refugees.

There are quite a few of them, all strong and healthy, and you can tell at a glance that they are not refugees. Most of them are thugs in the city.

I saw a noble person giving out porridge, and it was meat porridge.

If there are advantages, don't take advantage of them.

"Auntie Yun, get out of the car, we'll go over there."

Fang Heng got out of the car and walked towards the soup kitchen with his guards in a menacing manner.

"Let... let..."

Fang Heng was dressed in gorgeous clothes and accompanied by guards.

The crowd surrounding him was very tactful and made way for Fang Heng.

When Shen Qiu Shui saw Fang Heng coming, she quickly bowed.

"I, Shen Qiushui, pay my respects to His Highness."

"Miss Shen, this is not the way you do disaster relief."

Shen Qiu Shui frowned slightly, seemed a little unconvinced, and asked with a bow.

"I don't know what I did wrong, could you please enlighten me, Your Highness?"

"You are wrong in three ways."

"First, you're too kind!"

"Second, you're too kind!"

"Third, you're just too kind!"

Fang Heng's remarks immediately angered Shen Qiu Shui.

Is being too kind a mistake?

"Your Highness, could it be that in your eyes, being too kind is also a mistake?"

"Exactly!"

Fang Heng nodded calmly, as if it was a matter of course.

Shen Qiu Shui was dumbfounded, her pretty face full of disbelief.

"Disaster relief requires a strategy. How can you just act out of kindness?"

"You gave out meat porridge, which seemed to be a consideration for the victims."

"Actually, I just moved myself."

"Look, did the meat porridge you distributed actually reach the victims?"

"Haven't you noticed yet that the real disaster victims have been squeezed out and can't even drink your meat porridge?"

Fang Heng's powerful words were like a slap in the face, hitting Shen Qiu Shui on the forehead.

Shen Qiu Shui looked around, and after a look, her eyes dimmed.

The people surrounding the porridge distribution center were dressed in rags, but they were actually full of energy and were the greedy people in Yujing City.

Instead, the real refugees with pale faces and skinny bodies were squeezed to the periphery, staring at the meat porridge with eager eyes.

"Then I wonder what you think, Your Highness?"

"It's easy!"

"Shovel a shovel of soil in and mix it well."

Fang Heng gave an order to the guard.

The guard immediately shoveled a shovel of soil into the meat porridge and stirred it evenly.

This scene was seen by everyone.

It immediately caused a commotion.

Some people are anxious.

"what are you doing?"

"We refugees are so pitiful. The female Bodhisattva came to give us alms, and you actually come to destroy us?"

"Do you still have a conscience?"

"Don't think you're dressed like a decent person. Believe it or not, I'll go to the government office and sue you."

Fang Heng glanced at the furious middle-aged man and snorted coldly.

"Twenty sticks."

"If you keep talking, you'll be sent to the Jade Capital Prison."

The middle-aged man panicked and wanted to run away.

The palace guards won't give him a chance.

Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he took down the middle-aged man.

Snapped--

Snapped--

Snapped--

Twenty blows with the military stick left the man nearly dead.

The onlookers had fear in their eyes.

After this act of killing the chicken to scare the monkey, the others no longer dared to make trouble and dispersed one after another, fearing that Fang Hengqiu would take revenge on them later.

Without these greedy people in power, the real refugees can finally have a bite to eat.

"The method used by the adults is really useful!"

Fang Heng sighed in his heart.

Abruptly.

A line of small words floated across his eyes.

Luck +5!

(End of this chapter)