Start Summoning Gentleman Sword

"Squeak!"

Zhao Heng pushed open the gate of the temple and walked in.

Scanning the surroundings, except for some little novice monks in Tsing Yi, the monastery was deserted.

The bell and drum were still ringing, and Zhao Heng followed the sound.

Walk through the gardens and eventually come to the Land of Bells and Drums.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the futon.

With a jade-like sculpted appearance, the perfect eyebrow shape complements his heroic spirit, and his thin lips are tightly pursed.

As if troubled by something, just this frowning appearance makes people feel awe from the bottom of their hearts.

Although he was wearing a long gown with black gold trim, he had a natural temperament.

This person is the present son of the Great Jin Dynasty, Zhao Yang.

And the two little novice monks not far away were ringing the bell and drum seriously.

Zhao Yang didn't speak, while Zhao Heng stood aside.

The two of them quietly listened to the chiming of the bell and the beating of the drum. They didn't know how long it took, but they struck a few times.

The two young novice monks stopped their movements, saluted Zhao Yang and Zhao Heng, then turned and retreated.

"My son, Zhao Heng, sees my father."

Only then did Zhao Heng come forward, salute him, and said.

Hearing this, Zhao Yang's frowned brows relaxed.

Then he turned around and looked at Zhao Heng.

When he saw Zhao Heng's appearance clearly, there was a flash of intimacy between his brows for no reason.

In terms of his demeanor and demeanor alone, he has a seventy-eighth resemblance to himself.

He was able to see a bit of himself as a young man from Zhao Heng's face, and he nodded in satisfaction.

"Heng'er, you've been a hostage in the Northern Qi Dynasty for almost ten years, it's really hard for you!"

Zhao Yang slowly stood up from the futon and walked a few steps.

Came to Zhao Heng.

The generous palm squeezed Zhao Heng's shoulders and arms, feeling the thickness of the shoulders and arms, seemed to be a little emotional, and continued.

"Is this trip going well?"

"On the way back, it went smoothly.

In the event of an assassination, Commander Liu Yuan who accompanied him said that it was someone sent by the Poison Bat Organization. "

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Yang put away some of the emotional emotions that he had shown, and let go of the generous hands on Zhao Heng's shoulders.

"The remnants of the Great Wei?"

Zhao Yang said in a low voice, his originally stretched brow slowly wrinkled.

Turning around and taking two steps, his eyes fell on Zhao Heng again.

"I already know about this, you have worked hard all this way, come and have dinner with me in this monastery!"

Zhao Yang said calmly, although he was asking for Zhao Heng's opinion, it was actually an order.

Zhao Heng looked at Zhao Yang and bowed to him.

No words.

Afterwards, a few young novice monks were invited to serve some simple vegetarian meals.

Zhao Heng observed that it might not be the first time Zhao Yang was familiar with this monastery.

Zhao Yang looked at Zhao Hengduan sitting aside, hesitant to move his chopsticks.

With a smile on his face, he took the lead and started eating.

And as Zhao Yang ate, Zhao Heng also ate.

Weiwei looked a little embarrassed at the dinner table, the two of them were silent and were eating slowly.

When the two of them ate almost.

Zhao Yang opened his mouth and said.

"Since you have come back, you can go to court tomorrow and wait for the seal.

Ning will take you to your temporary mansion later. The guards, eunuchs, and maids are all ready, so feel free to stay here! "

Zhao Heng bowed his body and nodded in response.

"Today, let's go here first!

Traveling long distances must be physically and mentally exhausting.

Sleep well, tomorrow I will ask Ning Ze to pick you up! "

"Yes!"

Zhao Heng was very obedient, so he quit and closed the door behind him.

There was silence in the temple.

Zhao Yang looked at how little food was left on the table, looked at Zhao Heng's leaving figure, and thought about how he had endured the humiliation in other countries for the past ten years.

A look of distress flashed across his face, but it was fleeting.

"How about it?"

Zhao Yang said in a low voice, looking at Zhao Heng's seat.

At an unknown time, a figure flashed by and came to him.

"Your Majesty, from the performance of the Ninth Prince just now, from the beginning to the end, his expression was calm and composed.

Unlike some other princes, when they saw His Majesty, their legs and feet trembled. "

The masked figure was a little thin, with a treacherous voice, thought for a while, and said with a smile.

And when he heard what this person said, Zhao Yang's face did not show any fluctuations, as if he had expected it.

"I really don't know if the Ninth Prince can make me feel at ease!"

Zhao Yang's eyes flashed complicated, and he said with a sigh.

"Your Majesty means that the Ninth Prince..."

Zhao Yang didn't speak, but slowly stood up from the seat, with his hands behind his back, his eyes wandering.

"A prince who became a hostage in another country is isolated and helpless.

To be able to win over a first-class expert behind him, do you think he will be relieved when he comes back? "

Hearing this, the man in black was slightly taken aback visible to the naked eye.

It seemed that he was overwhelmed by such news, and it took a while to come back to his senses.

"From the perspective of the Ninth Prince, it must be..."

When the man in black said this, he shut up and stopped talking.

But it seemed that he had thought of something, he was a little worried, and continued.

"Your Majesty, your plan..."

"Follow the original plan!"

Zhao Yang took a few steps forward, his eyes as calm as Yuan, flashed a touch of coldness, and continued.

Although the man in black was a little puzzled, he couldn't help but respond when he saw Zhao Yang planning his plans.

"By the way, I'm sending a few more secret sentries around to protect Heng'er!"

"Yes!"

After hearing this, the man in black saluted Zhao Yang, and disappeared in place in a flash.

"Heng'er, don't let me down!

If you can do that well, Father will definitely give you a surprise! "

Zhao Yang seemed to have thought of something, and said in a low voice.

After another hour, Zhao Yang came out of the temple, got into the carriage, accompanied by guards, and headed towards the palace.

On the other side, Zhao Heng was driven by Ning Ze.

Along the way, Ning Ze didn't say a word, Zhao Heng saw this person like this.

They didn't talk to each other, and after a while, they came to the said mansion.

The location of the mansion is not far from the palace.

It was very prosperous, and from afar, a large group of maids were waiting at the gate of the mansion, waiting for Zhao Heng to arrive.

"Your Highness, this is your mansion. Since you are not entrusted, there is no plaque on this mansion. After these two days, after you are entrusted, there will be one."

Ning Ze got down from the front of the carriage, stood aside respectfully, and said to Zhao Heng who was on the carriage.

When Zhao Heng heard this, he got out of the carriage.

The surrounding servants moved across the wooden steps from one side, and Zhao Heng followed the steps down from the carriage.

"Eunuch Ning, you have worked hard!"

Zhao Heng knew that the person in front of him was the celebrity beside Zhao Yang.

Naturally, he couldn't neglect the superficial work. He whispered a few words to a servant beside him, and then said to him with a smile.

"Your Highness, this is the job of your subordinates!"

The servants around him trotted over and sent them to Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng took it, skillfully put the small bag in Ning Ze's hand silently.

"Eunuch Ning, I've been back for nearly ten years, and I'm still not familiar with it. If there is something wrong, I have to trouble Eunuch Ning to point it out!"

Ning Ze lowered his eyes and landed on the small bag in his hand, feeling the weight of it, and his face beamed with joy.

"Your Highness! You are the Ninth Prince of the Great Jin Dynasty, and you have lived in the Northern Qi Dynasty for nearly ten years. Now that you have returned safely, you must be flying like a dragon."

Ning Ze had a cold face just now, but now he is talking nicely.

This can't help but make people feel that the charm of money is so great.

"However, Your Highness, you just came back, and there are some things that you should keep a low profile!

Things above the court are not that simple. "

Ning Ze approached Zhao Heng with a smiling cheek, and whispered in his ear.

"Old slave quit!"

Before Zhao Heng could continue to ask, Ning saluted Zhao Heng in advance and retreated.

Zhao Heng's eyes flickered, looking at Ning Ze's leaving figure, he murmured in a low voice.

"Is it the court?"