[Comprehensive martial arts] Protect our little prince

Yu Luocha didn't expect Zhao Mingyu to play cards so unreasonably, he narrowed his eyes and smiled, "What are you hiding, is uncle scary?"

"No, no, Uncle Ximen's uncle Yushu Linfeng is suave, handsome, unrestrained and talented. It seems that Pan Anyan is better than Song Yu with a pear tree pressing on a begonia..." Zhao Mingyu's head shook like a rattle, and he kept chattering when he was nervous. After making a mistake, the voice stopped abruptly, and she moved her toes and hid herself behind Ximen Chuuxue, pulling on the sleeve of the life-saving straw to make amends in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Yu Luocha's smile became more and more dangerous, more terrifying than the cold-faced Ximen Chuuxue, Lu Xiaofeng tried his best to hold back his laughter, not daring to make any movement, for fear of concentrating the firepower on himself.

The father who claimed to be Ximen, Ximen Chuuxue did not refute, which means that the two are really father and son, since they are father and son, then there is nothing wrong.

Ximen Chuuxue was very happy to see Yu Luocha deflated, he patted the frightened young man comfortingly, raised his head and returned to his usual indifference, "You came here just to scare children?"

Zhao Mingyu made up his mind, and really wanted to refute that he was not a child, but judging by the current situation, it would be better for him to keep his mouth shut.

Ximen Chuuxue talking back to his father is a daily routine between father and son. He would be courting death if he talked back to the boss. If he could, he would also like to become a three-year-old child hugging Ximen Chuuxue's thigh. The boss can't beat a three-headed doll.

The corners of Yu Luocha's lips were slightly raised, and her dark eyes were bottomless. After a long time, she shook her head and smiled, "In Chuuxue's heart, is Daddy so shameful?"

"If you want to say these things, you can leave now." Ximen Chuixue said mercilessly, nodded to Lu Xiaofeng, and then left Bajiao Pavilion with Zhao Mingyu who followed suit.

The butler saw Yu Luocha appearing here from a distance and rushed to greet him. The old owner was not happy when he came back, and hoped that the father and son would not quarrel in front of the guests.

Zhao Mingyu was still thinking about his wheelchair, and gestured to the butler to put the wheelchair away later, and then hid in the guest room with Lu Xiaofeng.

The smile on Yu Luocha's face finally disappeared, and he followed into the living room without saying a word. There were only him and Ximen Chuuxue around. The chill leaking from their bodies made them look more like father and son, "You can't go to the capital."

"Why?" Ximen Chuuxue's movements of making tea were pleasing to the eye, obviously he didn't take this man's words to heart.

"Cai Jing conspired to rebel, everyone in the court is in danger, and the emperor's methods are cruel, how can he tolerate your presumptuousness?" Yu Luocha sneered, sitting on the chair like frost.

He was indeed worried about Ximen Chuuxue, but the reasons were not what he said. The palace officials were nothing in his eyes. As long as he wanted to, taking the emperor's life would be within his grasp.

What he is worried about is the result of the competition.

Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship has reached perfection, Ximen Chuuxue is still young, and now he will definitely lose in the test. Both of them regard the sword as their life, and their shots are merciless and fatal moves. The loser is almost only A dead end.

He can indulge Ximen Chuuxue's obsession with swordsmanship, but he can't just watch Ximen Chuuxue go to die. What's more, Ye Gucheng seems to be involved with Pingnan Palace. The capital has just experienced a rebellion. King Pingnan also had the intention of not being a minister, and things became troublesome.

Yu Luocha's power is in the Western Regions, so the situation in the Central Plains has little effect on him, but of course the trouble can be a little less. Since ancient times, treason has been a serious crime, and if you want to get out after getting involved, you can't help yourself .

The young-faced man in gray wiped his hands slowly, "You are true to the sword, but in the eyes of others, you are just a tool that can be used at will."

There has been no movement in Baiyun City for a hundred years. Ye Gucheng has created a battle on the top of the Forbidden City at this time. No matter what the purpose is, he will definitely not be able to escape the crime of using blowing snow.

Yu Luosha was upset, and his words were tinged with thorns. He was used to being arrogant and reckless, but he restrained himself in front of his son. If Ximen Chuuxue didn't value his opponent, he even wanted to take action against Ye Gucheng himself.

However, in order to save their precarious father-son relationship, he can only endure no matter how unhappy he is.

Ximen Chuuxue looked at him coldly, with rare anger in his eyes, "Is Ye Gucheng involved with Pingnan Palace?"

He thought that Ye Gucheng was as sincere as he was with the sword, and refused to believe that the news about the Forbidden Top came from Baiyun City, but now that Yu Luocha said this, he couldn't deceive himself any longer.

A dishonest person is not worthy of a sword at all.

But if Ye Gucheng is not sincere to the sword, how can he cultivate to the current state, there must be something hidden in it.

Yu Luocha could clearly see the anger in Ximen Chuuxue's eyes, and her mood improved a lot, "Chuixue, Dad didn't force you to do something, Bianjing is just troublesome, Ye Gucheng doesn't know what he is planning, just to be on the safe side..."

"I already know about this matter." Ximen Chuuxue interrupted him, and then opened his eyes, his emotions had been completely suppressed, "I have my own plan, and you don't need to intervene."

After speaking, he got up and left directly.

Yu Luosha picked up the teacup, his expression was blurred by the dense water vapor, sat alone in the hall for a while, drank the cold tea, and then called the housekeeper to ask about the matter.

He only knew that Chuuxue and Lu Xiaofeng got along very well, but he didn't know when that young man appeared beside Chuuxue today, if he was just Lu Xiaofeng's friend, Chuuxue would not indulge him like that.

Although there is no problem with his two legs, he is still running around in a wheelchair. With his proficiency in manipulating a wheelchair, he must have done this a lot in the past.

It is probably not a serious person who can raise a child with such a personality.

The butler looked at Yu Luocha inexplicably, and revealed Zhao Mingyu's identity respectfully. Zhao Mingyu did not hide his identity. Even if he wanted to, with the power of Wanmei Villa, he could quickly find out who he was.

The power of the Raksha Sect is in the Western Regions, but Wanmei Villa is rooted in the Song Dynasty. Ximen Chuuxue only has Lu Xiaofeng as a friend. Even if he doesn't care, the housekeeper will check the people around him in advance.

Zhao Mingyu is very famous in the capital, so you don't need to bother to check, the news will come to your face by yourself.

"It's a bit unexpected." Yu Luosha clicked his tongue, and became more interested in that tricky and mischievous young man. It's not that he hasn't dealt with the royal family before. No one else deserves to be human except them.

Not like, really not like.

Yu Luocha lamented that there was something different in the royal family of the Great Song Dynasty. In the guest room, Zhao Mingyu and Lu Xiaofeng also lowered their voices to discuss Ximen Chuuxue's father who suddenly appeared.

If they hadn't met by chance today, they would have always thought that Ximen Chuuxue was an orphan whose parents had died since childhood.

No one knows when Wanmei Villa appeared in Saibei, the world only knows that the owner here is called Ximen Chuuxue, and almost nothing is known about it.

The owner of the villa has always been Ximen Chuuxue. No one knows who he inherited the property from, and no one pays too much attention to why Ximen Chuuxue became the owner at a young age. They only need to know that Ximen Zhuoxue's swordsmanship Gao Shen is a rare swordsmanship genius in the world, that's enough.

Zhao Mingyu sat on the chair, holding his face and sighing, "Uncle Ximen and Ximen Chuixue went to fight, should we run away?"

"How do you know they must be arguing?" Lu Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows, Ximen Chuixue was cold-tempered and didn't take anything to heart, he really couldn't imagine what that person looked like when he was arguing.

"Think about it, Ximen Chuuxue wants to compete with Ye Gucheng. Uncle Ximen rushed over, and he definitely doesn't want him to compete with Ye Gucheng." The little prince understood the old father's thoughts clearly, and analyzed in a low voice, "Just Judging from the situation just now, the relationship between Ximen Chuuxue and Uncle Ximen is not very harmonious, young and young love to rebel, the more they are not allowed to do anything, the more they want to do something, the two of them will definitely quarrel, believe me right."

The big brother's blood bar is long, and Ximen Chuuxue's blood bar is not short. The two of them are likely to fight after arguing. They had better run away quickly, lest the city gate catch fire and affect the fish in the pond.

"The more you are not allowed to do something, the more you want to do it. Isn't this talking about our little prince who has run away from home?" Lu Xiaofeng looked over narrowly, winking and beating him up.

Zhao Mingyu clenched his fists, "Lu Xiaoji, if you want to be beaten, just say so, my epee will accompany you at any time."

The two were fighting in the guest room, their eyes lit up when they saw Ximen Chuuxue coming in, and they couldn't wait to know the result of their quarrel just now.

Ximen Chuuxue paused, glanced at Zhao Mingyu and said in a deep voice, "Pack up your luggage and go to the capital."

"Ah? Are you in such a hurry?" Lu Xiaofeng squeezed his chin, looked Ximen Chuuxue up and down and muttered, "Are you also in a hurry to leave home?"

Ximen Fuxue: ...

Zhao Mingyu looked at the mature and stable white-clothed swordsman in surprise, and hesitated for a while to make a suggestion, "There is nothing interesting in the capital, can we change to another place?"

Ximen Chuixue was expressionless, "Ye Gucheng has entanglements with Pingnan Palace, if his heart is not sincere, sword fighting is meaningless, I want to ask him to find out."

"Wait, Prince Pingnan's Mansion?" Zhao Mingyu's complexion changed, and he didn't care about the quarrel with his brother. He looked at Ximen Chuuxue nervously and asked, "Is it the Prince Pingnan Mansion I know?"

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at him, "There is only one King Pingnan in the Great Song Dynasty."

The little prince immediately changed his attitude, "Go back to the capital, go back to the capital immediately."

Before, Cai Jing colluded with the Liao people to rebel, and later, King Pingnan colluded with Baiyun City to rebel. What kind of luck is his brother, how can he be so unlucky?

They didn't have anything to pack, as long as they had enough money on their bodies, they could go straight away with their weapons in hand. Lu Xiaofeng asked the housekeeper to prepare a carriage, and would rather be bored than let Zhao Mingyu ride again.

The old butler thought of how his little ancestor was crying and unable to walk a few days ago, so he responded with a smile, and drove the comfortably arranged carriage to the gate of the villa in a short while.

Ximen Chuuxue looked unhappy at the carriage that was much larger than usual, and was about to ask the housekeeper to change to another carriage, when Yu Luocha lifted the curtain and waved to this side, "Chuixue."

Yu Luocha had already opened his mouth, Ximen Chuuxue asked the housekeeper to change the car again, it would be too shameful for him, no matter how uncomfortable he felt, he could only fulfill Yu Luocha's wish.

Zhao Mingyu and Lu Xiaofeng didn't care that much, Lu Xiaofeng didn't want Ximen Chuixue to get mixed up in the dirty things, Yu Luocha obviously thought the same, and they are elders, a little respect would never hurt.

Yu Luocha never wronged herself, the carriage was very big, more than enough for four people, Zhao Mingyu greeted Yu Luocha first when he came up, seeing the red and green flashing above the head of the boss, he suspected that he saw everyone like this, so he simply ignored it.

With Ximen Chuuxue around, his little life is temporarily guaranteed.

"Uncle Ximen, how do you know that Yecheng Lord and Pingnan King are involved?" The little ancestor took the snacks in the interlayer and borrowed flowers to offer Buddha without fear of death. , Ye Gucheng is overseas, even if they want to rebel, it shouldn't be now."

"Want to know?" Yu Luocha met the young man's cat-like eyes, and felt teasing in her heart, so she twisted a piece of snack and said softly, "My news is not cheap, this is not enough."

"For the sake of Ximen Chuuxue and I being good friends, can it be free for the first time?" Zhao Mingyu looked over pitifully, boasting that he had made himself a good friend in front of the Lord.

Yu Luocha smiled softly, and refused even more simply, "No way,"

Zhao Mingyu looked at Yu Luocha aggrievedly, seeing that his hard-hearted heart was unmoved, so he could only regretfully say, "Then forget it."

He is poor and has no money.

The little ancestor changed direction with the snacks in hand, approached Ximen Chuuxue, who closed his eyes and rested, and spoke again with a long ending, "Brother Chuuxue~~~"

Lu Xiaofeng: Puff cough cough cough cough!