Chapter 297 Henan and Hebei
In a corner of Queshan County, Henan Province, sunlight shines through the window lattices, dappling onto the quaint desk, adding a touch of warmth to the quiet afternoon.

The six-year-old Tang Shunzhi's childish face already revealed a concentration and seriousness beyond his age. He sat at the desk, holding a brush, writing the letter stroke by stroke, but his handwriting was still childish.

Beside him, his mother Ren was accompanying him gently, her eyes full of love and expectation.

Ren was born into a scholarly family in Yixing. He was deeply influenced by culture since childhood and knew the importance of reading and literacy to personal growth.

Therefore, even at the age when the child was most lively and outgoing, she never relaxed her education and guidance of Tang Shunzhi.

'. I pray that my teacher will be healthy and happy, and have a smooth career. I will do my best to live up to my teacher's high expectations.'

After writing the last sentence, Tang Shunzhi obediently placed the brush on the pen holder, looked at his mother beside him, and said, "Mom, I'm done!"

Ren smiled gently, "Then blow dry the ink and seal it. We will go to the post station together tomorrow and send the letter."

"Ok!"

Tang Shunzhi nodded and asked curiously, "Mother, what exactly is the teacher like?"

"I have never seen your teacher, but your father said that he was an extraordinary man who was both talented in literature and martial arts." Before Ren finished her words, she saw her husband walking in from outside with a smile on his face.

"Madam, I received a letter from a classmate in the capital."

Tang Bao looked at his wife and said happily, "The letter mentioned that Lord Ou was appointed by His Majesty as the Chancellor of the Chancellery."

Ren was also delighted after hearing this, but then showed hesitation and asked, "I remember that the current emperor has no children yet, right?"

Tang Bao was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

Yup!

Your Majesty has no offspring, so doesn't that mean the position of Chancellor of the Chancellery is just an empty title without any real power?
But he changed his mind and said cheerfully, "That's fine. Your Majesty is in his prime, and it's only a matter of time before he becomes a prince."

As he said this, he looked at Tang Shunzhi standing beside him and encouraged him, "Shunzhi, you must study hard and don't let us down!"

Tang Shunzhi nodded and decided to read two more books today.

Hidden among the mountains and ridges of Pingding Prefecture in Hebei Province, there is a place that everyone is afraid of - the headquarters of the Sun and Moon Sect, Heimu Cliff.

The terrain here is steep, and the rocks are as red as the sunset or like solidified blood. In addition, the water rushes down from the cliffs with a sound like thunder, adding a bit of mystery and majesty.

In a corner of Heimu Cliff, there is an extremely exquisite small garden, where red plums, green bamboos, green pines and cypresses are arranged with great ingenuity. Several pairs of mandarin ducks are swimming in the pond, and there are four white cranes beside the pond.

Who would have thought that the place that was regarded as a devil's lair by righteous people actually had such a fairyland-like garden?
There is an elegant little house in the garden. As soon as you enter the door, you can see a painting of ladies hanging on the wall. The painting depicts three beauties and the chair is covered with embroidered brocade cushions.

As the saying goes, a man should be self-reliant and put on makeup in front of the mirror.

At this moment in the elegant little house, Dongfang Bubai was facing the mirror, drawing his eyebrows seriously.

Suddenly, a burly, bearded, and extremely powerful man broke into the fairyland. He rudely pushed open the wooden door of the cottage, sat down on a chair, looked at Dongfang Bubai who was still drawing his eyebrows, and said angrily: "I'm working hard outside for the affairs of the Divine Religion every day, but you stay here with the birds singing and the flowers blooming, embroidering and raising flowers!" "Thank you for your hard work, brother Lian~"

Dongfang Bubai put down his paintbrush, turned around and threw himself into the man's arms, stroked his strong chest, and said softly: "If it weren't for Brother Lian helping me manage the gang, how could I have the free time to do what I like here!"

The voice was sharp and the throat was rough, sounding like that of a man but also a woman. It made people feel uncomfortable upon hearing it.

"Get up and start!"

Yang Lianting pushed away the steel in his arms and scolded him coldly, "Don't be so dead, I'm not in the mood now! Last time I told you that Ren Woxing was back and asked you to pay attention, but you didn't care about anything. Now he has gathered a large number of people and is about to compete with the Divine Religion. Aren't you still not paying attention?!"

Far from being offended by Yang Lianting's attitude, Dongfang Bubai approached him again with an almost doting attitude. His soft fingers were like a spring breeze, slowly drawing circles on his solid chest. Each stroke seemed to carry some kind of magic, instantly softening the atmosphere around them.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a meaningful smile, and his voice was gentle and full of temptation: "Brother Lian, why do you worry so much about those people who are on the decline? Ren Woxing, he is old after all. No matter how hard he tries, he is just a spent force and can't achieve anything big. When he was young and strong, he was just like this. How can he compare to the two of us who are both wise and brave?"

"Just watch him cause trouble?!" Yang Lianting asked with an unhappy look on his face.

"Since he has made Lian Di unhappy, let's find him something to do."

At this point, Dongfang Bubai's eyes flashed with cunning: "He likes to gather people, why don't we use a borrowed knife to kill someone. I heard that Shaolin has been quite restless recently. Brother Lian, you have long been fed up with the hypocritical appearance of Monk Fangzheng, right? Then why don't we send some people to cause trouble for Shaolin."

When Yang Lianting heard this, his eyes lit up, and he was obviously attracted by Dongfang Bubai's proposal.

But then, he snorted again, and his worry reappeared: "Having said that, Ren Woxing's return to the arena has indeed caused the people in the gang to be unsettled. Many people have begun to waver, which is not good for the long-term development of our Divine Religion."

Dongfang Bubai smiled gently, turned over, and rested his head gently on Yang Lianting's legs. He looked up at his handsome face covered with whiskers, and a wave of tenderness and sweetness surged in his heart.

She gently stroked his cheek and said softly, "Brother Lian, why do you need to worry about these trivial matters? In this world, everyone has their own agenda. If anyone has other intentions, just kill them. There is no need to say more. As for those insignificant people, how can their thoughts affect us? You only need to focus on the great cause of our Divine Religion. I will take care of everything else for you."

"Are you going to do it yourself?" There was a hint of surprise in Yang Lianting's eyes, and his voice unconsciously carried a hint of surprise.

He knew very well that Dongfang Bubai's strength was unfathomable and he was the best in the world!

But since their relationship was confirmed, Dongfang Bubai began to live in seclusion behind the scenes, enjoying his life, and he rarely goes down the mountain to roam the world, so much so that now there are questioning voices in the world.

These gangsters only care about eating and not being beaten, and have forgotten the fear they once felt when they were dominated by Aunt Dongfang.

"Don't be in a hurry," Dongfang Bubai looked at Yang Lianting with a dazed look and said, "Ren Woxing has been imprisoned at the bottom of the lake for more than ten years. Let him see more of the beauty of this world in his remaining short life!"

Yang Lianting frowned slightly and asked coldly: "Do you sympathize with him?"

"No, I just feel sorry for him." Dongfang Bubai sat up straight, holding Yang Lianting's face, and said softly: "My feelings are all for Brother Lian!"

"Humph!"

Yang Lianting snorted coldly, "You're smart!"

(End of this chapter)