The Legend Zhuohua

Chapter 4

When Guo Juli listened to Mu Zhuohua's story about Prince Ding, he was immediately in awe: "His Royal Highness Prince Ding is truly amazing."

Mu Zhuohua nodded and said, "Yes, the peace and stability of Chen State in recent years are inseparable from the contribution of His Highness Prince Ding."

Guo Juli wondered: "Since His Highness Prince Ding is so powerful, how dare they disrespect Prince Ding?"

Mu Zhuohua sighed: "Because this tiger was injured. Three years ago, King Ding fought a decisive battle with the Northern Liang Army and was surrounded. Three thousand elite soldiers were killed and injured. Even King Ding was hanging on by a thread. Fortunately, It was the eldest prince who led the troops deep into the hinterland and rescued Prince Ding. However, after this battle, Prince Ding was seriously injured, so he handed over most of his military power to the eldest prince. Otherwise..." Mu Zhuohua raised his eyelids and looked. He looked at the scribe Zong who was talking eloquently on the next floor and chuckled, "How come these people can talk so nonsense."

Guo Juli curled his lips and said: "That scholar sect was attacking King Ding by cursing tigers, but how did he know that the eldest prince and King Ding were not on the same side? Didn't the eldest prince also save King Ding?"

Mu Zhuohua smiled and touched Guo Juli's head: "Because you think too little, and they think too much."

Guo Juli tilted his head, looking confused.

Mu Zhuohua lowered his voice and said: "They are full of conspiracy theories. They feel that the eldest prince was the one who caused the defeat of King Ding in order to seize power from King Ding."

Guo Juli was stunned and said for a long time: "The adult brain is so complicated..."

Li Shizong's speech ended here and received applause from the whole hall.

"You are truly worthy of being a scribe, well-reasoned, sonorous and powerful!"

"The Scholars clan is a loyal man and a role model for our generation."

"Then I'm afraid Shen Jinghong won't dare to come today."

Among the noisy crowd, a hearty laughter suddenly sounded: "You miss me so much, how dare I live up to your expectations?"

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Mu Zhuohua's eyes lit up and he craned his neck to look downstairs.

I saw the crowd naturally parting ways, and a young man in a white robe slowly walked over. His eyebrows were raised, his eyes were starry, and there was a lazy smile on his handsome face, as if he didn't care about this world at all. In eyes. All the eyes of the audience were focused on him. He raised his hand and waved to everyone, and said with a smile: "I have kept you waiting for a long time."

Someone shouted provocatively: "Mr. Shen, why are you here so late today, are you afraid?"

Shen Jinghong smiled and said, "I just helped the old lady cross the bridge, so I was late."

Everyone chuckled.

The man looked ugly and said, "Mr. Shen, you are joking."

Shen Jinghong's expression was serious: "Didn't you make the joke first?"

What he said just now was - Shen Jinghong was afraid.

The crowd roared with laughter.

Seeing that Shen Jinghong had taken away all his attention as soon as he arrived, Scholar Zong coughed twice in displeasure, waved his fan, and looked down at Shen Jinghong: "Master Shen, this is a place for discussing Taoism, and this is not a joke. The place."