[Ming History + Legend of Lu Xiaofeng] Ninety-five Supreme

King Jing's Mansion

Now it is past dusk, and there are star-like lights in the flowers, under the shade of trees, and between pavilions and pavilions.There is a fragrance of flowers in the evening wind.The moon is as round as a mirror, hanging on the treetops.

The big man padded the silver bag in his hand, although he tried his best to suppress it, but his disdainful expression still emerged.

This silver bag was sent over by the young man in purple clothes not long ago.

Those who take the initiative to send money, of course, are not robbery, let alone doing good deeds.

The big man can be regarded as a prominent figure in the Taihu Gang, and he is also a ruthless character in the Jianghu. He has done a lot of things like robbing houses, and he has never seen such a big and small fortune.

The Taihu Lake Painting Boat was built by the Taihu Gang. Although it can't boast that it is making money every day, it is also making a lot of money. Now that it is gone, it is gone. Naturally, I am full of resentment.

It's useless to think too much, but they are all people who collect money and do things for others.

"Thank you for the reward, son." Ren Xing said humbly, as if he was a subordinate.

King Jing's son glanced at the tall-nose and wide-mouthed, square Chinese characters, and the wind-swept look of the Taihu Sect Leader, with a sneer across his face.

Prince Jing's son is only a cousin of Zhu Yijun, but he has never been to the capital. There are rumors that King Jing's son has many similarities with the emperor in appearance, but it is absurd.The son of King Jing is ten or seven or eight years old, with a fair and handsome face, gentle and elegant, but there is a trace of hostility in his eyes, and his behavior is even more willful.

"I know this action, you can be said to have cut off your own arm. Gang leader Ren is worthy of being the leader of the gang. If you break it, you will break it. My father sees this sincerity." King Jing sat leisurely in his robe. On the stool, Liangliang said: "But it's true, your Taihu Gang was originally a third-rate gang that licked blood with knives and robbed houses. If it wasn't appreciated by my father and king, how could it have the glory it is today."

Yi Xing looked as usual, as if he didn't hear the derogatory meaning in his words, he nodded repeatedly.

King Jing's son saw that the beating was almost the same, he waved his folding fan, "Have you seen any strange faces recently?"

"Jinyiwei has frequently searched recently, but nothing has been found near Taihu Lake." He paused at this point, and continued: "However, a few days ago, a group of strange people was found entering Yangzhou City."

Prince Jing's eyes lit up, "How many people are here?"

Yi Xing said: "There are people under my command to report, about four or five people."

Prince Jing's face suddenly turned livid.

"Is there someone watching?"

Ren Xing showed shame on his face, and said: "This subordinate is ashamed, and he was just trying to inquire, and was thrown away by the other party when he first entered the city,"

Prince Jing's son looked surprised, but suddenly raised his eyebrows.

There are a lot of people at the gates of each city, who can avoid these eyeliners. If it is an ordinary person, this anti-reconnaissance ability cannot be said.

The footsteps from the capital to here, the emperor has almost arrived, but he will never bring such a small number of people.In other words, maybe the person hasn't arrived yet, but just came to inquire about the news.Then the news he got earlier, that the emperor had passed through Yancheng, was true, and that action was probably for the blind to see.

Although it was a pity, he didn't take it to heart.

Maybe the emperor is already in Jiangsu.Thinking of this, King Jing's son was even more excited, but he pretended to be indifferent, and stood up with a cold face. Although his height was only up to the shoulders of an adult man in Yixing, people from the court, let alone the relatives of the emperor, could not come to see him. Going to the grassy rivers and lakes, he casually threw a cloth painting over, and said coldly: "Before leaving, the father confessed that if he found the person on the painting, no matter what the price, if he couldn't catch him, he would kill him."

A few traces of hostility flashed in the eyes of King Jing's son, and he said coldly: "The leader Ren should know what the father means."

Ren Xing froze, and said: "This subordinate understands, my son can rest assured."

Then he left.

Ren Xing retreated respectfully, without raising his head, his attitude was extremely humble, but no one knew what he was thinking.

He walked extremely fast, as fast as a whirlwind, and the texture of his robes did not move, which showed that his inner strength was extremely high.

The big man is a rough man, and after leaving the room, he breathed deeply a few times to barely dissipate the depression in his heart. He was not used to the domineering appearance of King Jing's son, let alone the weak appearance of his clan leader.

"It's just that the hair is not fully grown..." Before he finished speaking, Yi Xing gave him a hard look.

Seeing Yi Xing's sudden change of face, the big man also reacted, and now he is still on the other's field, so he quickly shut up.

He was dissatisfied, but before he took a few steps, he felt that his whole body was enveloped by some kind of sword aura, a kind of sword aura that could chill people to the bone.

He couldn't lift his head because of the sword aura, and he didn't even dare to exhale loudly, as if the slightest movement would kill him.

Even if it was any line, he tried his best to raise his head, only to see a person in front of him wearing a snow-white robe, his figure was like a fairy, his face was not clear, only a pair of eyes like cold stars made people dare not look directly at him.

It wasn't until the white-robed man left that they left the Jing Palace.It was already dark at this time, the big man calmed down and couldn't help asking: "I didn't expect there to be such a master in the palace. Chief, do you know who that person was just now?"

Ren Xing glanced at him, that figure, but a matching name appeared in his mind for a moment, and said firmly: "City Master Baiyun."

The big man was stunned, and suddenly said: "So it's him, no wonder. There are rumors in the world that the prince of King Jing worshiped Ye Gucheng as his teacher, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Yi Xing didn't deny it, because this was probably the best explanation for why Ye Gucheng appeared in King Jing's Mansion.

The stockade of the Taihu Gang was built on one of the 51 islands in Taihu Lake. Although it is a bit far away from King Jing's Mansion, it only takes half a day to go back.

Yi Xing got on a boat docked by Taihu Lake, took out the canvas that King Jing's son had given him from his arms, and opened it.

Ren Xing's eyes widened, and surprise flashed across his eyes.

"This is the person the old prince wants to kill. He looks really handsome." The big man stood behind Ren Xing, took a peek, and smiled 'hehe'.

Ren Xing frowned, thought for a moment, and handed the canvas to the big man.

"You can figure out what to do. Find me as soon as possible."

The big man rubbed his hands, "Don't worry, leader, as long as you are here in Taihu Lake, you haven't been able to pass under our noses yet."

Ren Xing nodded, turned around and walked to the second floor of the cabin, and suddenly said calmly: "Find the person in this painting, and absolutely don't touch him."

After speaking, he moved his feet again and left.

King Jing's son leaned back on a chair, sat on the best pear blossom wood, wore the most expensive silk and satin, drank the best tribute tea, and ate the most famous dim sum in Jiangsu.

"It seems that this chess piece in any row is useless."

King Jing's son sneered and said, "It's just a dog raised by the palace, looking left and right, it's a pity, a pity, I don't know if I have enough weight."

He took a teacup, filled it with tea, and said, "Mr. Li, drink tea."

"Thank you, son," he said, but sat down next to King Jing's son without any hesitation.

This man, who seemed to be no more than 40 years old, walked slowly from the apse, and it seemed that he had been there since he entered the door just now.

"Mr. Li, since we know that he has arrived in Jiangsu, should we..." A hint of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of King Jing's son, and Mr. Li nodded slightly and glanced at him, showing the cruelty towards him in his eyes. Absolutely appreciated the spicy.

"Don't be impatient, my son. Since I have given it to any one line, the frequent movements will startle the snake. Have you forgotten that our plan will fail? This is a perfect plan. Now that it has reached the urn, no matter who he is, even if he puts on wings It's hard to fly out of Nanzhili." Mr. Li said quite complacently, picked up his teacup with confidence, and took a sip.

Prince Jing's expression softened, and then he returned to normal, saying: "Thank you for your reminder, sir, I was too impatient."

Mr. Li shook his head and said: "My lord stays here alone, originally to assist the son, it's just my duty."

This Mr. Li is an aide in the palace, King Jing's son treats him with courtesy, and he is also a person with some dignity in front of King Jing, because he has given King Jing a lot of advice and settled many things, so he can receive this favor .

Prince Jing's son thought for a while, and finally said with some resentment: "It's just that my father mistook jackals for dogs. Zhu Yimiao's whereabouts are still unknown. If we let him go back to the capital first, wouldn't all of our arrangements have fulfilled him. "

Mr. Li was silent, thought for a moment, and then slowly said: "I'm afraid this King Lu is a thousand years old, and he has been in the capital for a long time to congratulate."

King Jing's son was taken aback by his words, and he just talked casually, but couldn't say a word for a while, and stared at him blankly.

He just felt that the only thing he wanted to do was to be safe, and he had to kill Zhu Yimiao sooner. Zhu Yimiao shouldn't be the one who usurped the throne. Even if he really killed the emperor, it would be cheaper if he killed the emperor The younger brother, not the real uncle King Jing.

"Don't worry, my lord, the prince has a countermeasure."

While speaking, Prince Jing's son was about to ask what his father's plan was, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a snow-white figure not far away from the small building of Bajiao Liuli, dressed in white and lonely. , I was a little crazy at this moment.

He hurriedly closed his mouth and said loudly: "Master."

Lu Xiaofeng dragged him to talk in the middle of the night last night, and early the next morning, Zhu Yijun had a rare late sleep, and after washing up, he realized that Hua Yulou hadn't come to see him this morning.

The street was buzzing with people, Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Yulou were sitting at the table by the window in the inn, one was looking east and the other was looking west, without speaking, let alone making eye contact.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes were sharp, and he saw Zhu Yijun coming down the stairs at a glance, flew over and tugged at his sleeve.

"Woke up so early." Lu Xiaofeng said casually, and took Zhu Yijun to the table to sit down, "Anyway, it's still early, why didn't I sleep more?"

Zhu Yijun stretched out his hand to shake him off, tried a few times but gave up, and looked at Lu Xiaofeng with a sneer after hearing this.

Lu Xiaofeng was a little embarrassed at first when he saw him, then smiled again, took out a few packets of things wrapped in paper from his bosom, opened them and handed them to Zhu Yijun: "Pancakes, do you want to eat? You must be hungry just now, come on, Try this."

Zhu Yijun hesitated as he looked at the unattractive and greasy pancake that was about to be lifted to his mouth.

When Lu Xiaofeng smiled, the dimples on his cheeks became deeper, even a little cute, Zhu Yijun frowned, and before Hua Yulou could stop him, he opened his mouth and bit down, a crispy onion taste melted in his mouth.

The taste was not bad, Zhu Yijun glanced at the poor-looking pancake in Lu Xiaofeng's hand, and secretly admired it.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said: "The taste is pretty good, right? This is the authentic Weihui pancake sold in the south of the city. Although it is not as good as Zhou's old man's craftsmanship, the taste is still good. Do you want to try it again?" After speaking, he held it up again.

Zhu Yijun curled his lips, took a piece of pastry from another paper bag, diluted the taste in his mouth, and said lightly: "It's too oily."

"Would it? I think it tastes good." Lu Xiaofeng naturally stuffed the remaining half of the pancake into his mouth, finished it with two sips of wine, and licked his lips.

It seems to taste very good.

Zhu Yijun felt a little uncomfortable when he saw it, and felt that Lu Xiaofeng was so inexplicable, maybe he was a little too attentive today.

Hua Yulou looked out the window, his face was so cold that ice slag fell from it, he glanced at it from time to time but didn't say a word.

The atmosphere was really too weird, Zhu Yijun wisely decided that what he couldn't see was what he saw, turned his eyes away, and looked at the scenery outside the window.

When he was full, he asked Hua Yulou to find out that Zhu Xixiao hadn't come back since last night, and since he had nothing to do, he didn't want to stay longer.

Seeming to have noticed the impatience in his eyes, Lu Xiaofeng jumped up, grabbed Zhu Yijun's hand and walked out, saying: "It's okay anyway, let's go outside for a stroll." Before taking two steps, Zhu Yijun dismissed him politely. He touched his hand and said angrily: "It's so dirty, it's oily."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled helplessly, instead of pulling and pushing, Zhu Yijun hurriedly told Hua Yulou to wait here, and then glared at Lu Xiaofeng: "Why are you so anxious?"

On the street, Lu Xiaofeng smiled and squinted his eyes, but said nothing.