This is not a creature of the pool in the third instance
Behind him, Lu Changzong's face was ashen, while Lu Changding displayed an unusual expression. The gazes of the other family elders towards Lu Zhaozi were filled with a complex emotion, and Lu Zhao Bing's face showed a hint of indignation. According to the family rules of the Lu family, reciting the family teachings is also a form of punishment. However, if one recites the family teachings in the Jinbiaotang, it is not considered a punishment; rather, it is a reward. In the past, Lu Sicheng and Lu Changqing had both been punished to recite the family teachings in the Jinbiaotang, while no one else who was punished to recite the family teachings had done so in the Jinbiaotang. In the subconscious of the Lu family, those who recite the family teachings in the Jinbiaotang are regarded as the heirs to the next clan leader. Therefore, although Lu Zhaozi was punished, in a sense, he had already been recognized by the old master and designated as the heir of the Lu family. How could Lu Changzong and the others not feel jealousy and resentment? Thus, although Lu Zhaozi was punished, in a sense, he had already been recognized by the old master and designated as the heir of the Lu family. How could Lu Changzong and the others not feel jealousy and resentment?
Decisive and resolute, this child is not an ordinary being! Ying'er, I did not expect your vision to surpass that of your father." Lu Changding shook his head and said with a bitter smile
What a notion of master and servant. Hmph! In the hall, Lu Sicheng's faint voice echoed, and in an instant, the hall fell completely silent.
Very well. The voice was old and weak, slowly resonating in the ear, as Lu Sicheng gradually said: "Lu Chunnu has greatly wronged the master, administer fifty strokes, and send him to the fodder yard!"
A faint cold snort echoed in the hall, and although the sound was very soft, it resonated in everyone's ears like a thunderclap. Lu Changzong's expression changed drastically as he anxiously glanced at the chair in the center of the court, only to be met with a pair of icy eyes. Terrified, Lu Changzong fell back into his seat, no longer daring to speak. As Lu Zhao said, in the Golden Standard Hall, the only one who could act recklessly was the old man Lu Sicheng, not himself, Lu Changzong.
According to the family rules, you have been muddling through the years, unaware of everything in the world. However, you are indeed the eldest grandson of the Lu family, and you must understand everything about the Lu family. Today, you shall recite the family teachings of the Lu family here! Tomorrow, you will go to your third uncle's place. " As soon as the old master Lu finished speaking, he slowly stood up, disregarding the astonished and envious gazes of those present, and walked slowly towards the hall's exit. Seeing this, Lu Changqing quickly stood up to assist Lu Sicheng. Lu Sicheng nodded and did not refuse. He also slowly stood up, ignoring the astonished and envious gazes of the crowd, and walked slowly towards the hall's exit. Seeing this, Lu Changqing quickly stood up to assist Lu Sicheng, who nodded and did not refuse.
Lu Zhao's expression froze for a moment, and suddenly his face turned crimson. He thought to himself: "This person does not intend to put me to death, perhaps he is unwilling to do so. Very well! Today, I shall let you witness what it means to be silent until the right moment, then to astonish the world with a single sound." He then patted his lower garment, halting his tendency to kneel, and coldly said: "Who are you? This is the Golden Standard Hall, and the clan leader has yet to speak; what position do you hold here?"
"You, you are being outrageous." Lu Changzong's face turned crimson, and his eyes flickered with a cold light, hinting at a trace of murderous intent. The hall was filled with murmurs, and many members of the Lu clan displayed complex expressions. A buzzing sound also arose within the hall.
Lu Changzong's face turned ashen, and he looked at Lu Zhao with an expression of disbelief. Once upon a time, someone had spoken to him in such a manner. In the past, within the Jinbiaotang, he could say whatever he wanted and scold whomever he pleased, and no one dared to oppose him. However, today he encountered a fool whose words left him utterly defenseless.
From those eyes, Lu Zhaozi could clearly see not only a hint of panic but also a greater sense of worry. Lu Zhaozi sighed and slowly knelt down
Inside the Jinbiaotang, it was quiet and silent. At the center sat an old man with a head full of silver hair, his appearance imposing. Between the opening and closing of his eyes, there was not a trace of old age to be seen, yet a faint cold light emanated from him, making it difficult for others to meet his gaze. At this moment, many members of the Lu clan were seated in the hall, yet not a single sound could be heard, which attested to the man's formidable presence. He was Lu Sicheng, the head of the Lu family from the Jiahubao branch of the Hedong Lu clan.
Father, Da Lang's health has not yet fully recovered, I ask for your forgiveness. Unfilial son, do not kneel down yet." Lu Changqing quickly knelt on the ground, his face pale, and turned to Lu Zhaozi, shouting.
In the center of the hall, a middle-aged man is kneeling, while another person is lying prostrate, trembling uncontrollably. It is evident that he is overwhelmed by the imposing atmosphere of the hall, terrified and shaken. This person is none other than Lu Chun, the main culprit of the incident.
"Dalang, your second uncle has a point. Why did you strike Lu Chun? Lu Ming is Lu Chun's son, and he can be considered your elder?" A peculiar glimmer flashed in Lu Sicheng's eyes, as if such a person had never appeared in this Golden Standard Hall, and no one had ever dared to be so audacious in front of him. This inevitably caused the helmsman of the Lu family to feel a hint of surprise and curiosity. It seemed that such a person had never appeared in this Golden Standard Hall, and no one had ever dared to be so audacious in front of him. This inevitably caused the helmsman of the Lu family to feel a hint of surprise and curiosity.
Thank you, Lord Xie! Lu Ming quickly expressed his gratitude to Lu Sicheng. It is important to note that in other noble families, under such circumstances, it would be nearly impossible to preserve one's life. Although he had been caned fifty times and exiled to the fodder yard, he had at least managed to keep his life. This leniency was naturally due to Lu Sicheng's consideration of their long-standing relationship, so Lu Ming did not dare to negotiate further. Even if he harbored some dissatisfaction, it could only be directed at Lu Zhao Ci, and he certainly did not dare to confront Lu Sicheng.
"Dalong, you have entered the hall without paying your respects. According to the family rules of the Lu family, what punishment should be meted out for disrespecting one's elders?" Lu Zhaozi was just about to pay his respects when suddenly a cold snort came from the side. He turned to look and saw Lu Changzong gazing at him with a frosty expression.
The first chair on the left is empty; it is the seat of the legitimate eldest son, Lu Changqing. The first chair on the right is occupied by a handsome and elegant middle-aged man, dressed in scholarly robes, with a serene expression and an air of charm. He is Lu Changzong, the second uncle of Lu Zhaolin, the second son of Lu Sicheng, and a strong contender for the next head of the Lu family. The second chair on the left is occupied by a lean middle-aged man, with long hands and prominent veins, whose eyes, when opened and closed, reveal a hint of murderous intent. He is the third brother of Lu Changqing, the commander of a thousand family soldiers from the Hedong Lu family. Although he is a branch-born son, his control over the family soldiers makes him a master whom no one dares to neglect. Following him are the elder members of the Lu family who accompanied Lu Sicheng to Hedong, such as Lu Siyue and Lu Sishu, who hold positions as family elders. As for the third generation of the Lu family, aside from Lu Zhaoci, the eldest son of Lu Changqing, who has a position, the other younger members can only stand by. However, although Lu Zhaoci is the legitimate grandson of the Lu family, he is considered a fool. Therefore, the seat of the third generation's chief, which was previously occupied, is now held by Lu Zhaobing, the second son of Lu Changqing. At this moment, Lu Zhaobing's face is ashen, filled with anger and embarrassment, and he constantly shifts in his seat as if it were pricked with thorns.
"Second Uncle, is it wrong for the master to discipline the servant? I have heard that Second Uncle, under the imposing authority of the clan leader, punishes any servant who offends him without exception. Surely, Second Uncle's reliance is on the family rules of the Lu family!" A hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Lu Zhao's mouth. Lu Changzong was arrogant and domineering within Jiahubao, causing the family servants and tenants of the Lu family to change color at the mere mention of him.
"Father, why did our ancestors have the eldest brother recite the family teachings in the Golden Standard Hall?" Lu Zhaoying asked in confusion.
The Lu family's literary and scholarly heritage has been passed down for a thousand years. The most important basis for such longevity is the principle of rules. Lu Zhao's cold gaze swept over Lu Chun, who was beside Lu Sicheng, and he sneered, "It is precisely because of these rules that our Lu family, under the leadership of the clan leader, has been able to stand firm in the long river of history. Through the changes of the vast sea and the rise and fall of dynasties, our Lu family still exists between heaven and earth, becoming one of the few remaining noble families on the land of Huaxia. Although my grandson is incompetent, he is still a descendant of the Lu family, and the blood flowing in his veins is that of the Lu family. Lu Ming has followed his grandfather for many years, but a servant is still a servant. Can a servant climb to the top of the master to relieve himself? Or perhaps this servant has already become the master, while the original master has turned into a servant.
"Um, please take a seat!" Lu Sicheng gazed complexly at his eldest son, who was inherently kind-hearted. In an ordinary family, this would not be a matter of concern; however, it was unfortunate that they lived in the Lu family, a large clan. In such a big family, securing a stable position within the lineage is not an easy task
Master! Lu Ming, who was beside Lu Sicheng, suddenly knelt down with a thud, his cold face turning extremely pale, a hint of cold sweat appearing on his forehead, completely devoid of the smug expression he had just moments ago
"I have met my father." Lu Changqing respectfully bowed to Lu Sicheng. In this family, Lu Sicheng's authority is something that no one can withstand, let alone Lu Changqing.
"Yes, Father." Lu Changqing's expression changed slightly as he turned to glance at Lu Zhaozi, nodded, and walked back to his seat. Just as he sat down, he faintly heard a cold snort coming from across the room, which immediately altered his expression again. However, he quickly returned to his original demeanor, sitting silently in his chair.
Standing beside him was an elderly man, his face clouded with gloom, yet his triangular eyes gleamed with a sense of pride. He was Lu Ming, the chief steward of the Lu family, who had followed Lu Sicheng since childhood. Even when Lu Sicheng left the Lu family in Fanyang, Lu Ming remained by his side. Although he was a servant, no one in the Lu family ever regarded him as such.
Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from outside the hall, and everyone turned to look. Upon seeing the thin figure at the forefront, a trace of disdain inevitably appeared on their faces. Although Lu Changqing was the legitimate eldest son, he was inherently timid and was well-known in the inner courtyard as a henpecked husband. It goes without saying that he was not respected within the family. This atmosphere was also clearly felt by Lu Zhaozi, who followed closely behind. His hands involuntarily clenched tightly, and a flash of murderous intent flickered in his eyes as he thought to himself: "After today, let’s see if you dare to be so audacious again."