[Comprehensive martial arts] Protect our little prince

Yu Luocha never thought that he could still have something to do with the words "for the country and the people". Does he look like a person who "serves the country and the people"?

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes of the Song Dynasty that Yu Luocha is the most mysterious and terrifying person in the martial arts world. The Raksha Sect outside the pass is enough to stop children from crying at night. If this little fool knows that he is a murderous monster, will he turn around in fright? run away?

Yu Luocha looked at the young man trying hard to look like an adult with a half-smile, and felt that this trip was not in vain. He was very curious about what kind of person the emperor was, and it was rare to be able to teach his younger brother to be like this.

In the room, Lu Xiaofeng found Ximen Chuuxue and directly asked his questions straight to the point. He didn't have much time, and he would have no chance when the little ancestor came back.

Ximen Chuuxue remained expressionless, he just wanted to throw these people out to hide, "He is indeed my father."

"Birth?" Lu Xiaofeng asked persistently. The father may also be an adoptive father, adoptive father and other fathers. The appearance of Ximen Chuuxue is not similar to the one outside. Coupled with his observations these days, these two people have nothing to do with each other. It's not like blood father and son.

However, under his unbelievable gaze, Ximen Chuuxue actually nodded, "My own."

Lu Xiaofeng was in a trance, "If that's the case, why didn't I hear you mention uncle's existence before this?"

Ximen Chuuxue pursed his lips, "His identity is shady."

Lu XiaoFeng: ? ? ?

Can you do this?

Ximen Chuuxue lowered his eyes and remained silent, and did not continue to explain why the identity of that person was so shady, Lu Xiaofeng shut his mouth wisely, as if he hadn't asked anything just now.

This time he lost his sense, no matter how strange the relationship between father and son is, it's still a family matter, why should he point fingers, be as stupid as the little ancestor and can't see anything, it's good.

A smile flashed across Ximen Chuixue's eyes, he sent away the apologetic Lu Xiaofeng, then sat back and continued to wipe his sword, there was nothing wrong with what he said, Yu Luocha is the master of the Western Demon Cult, this identity is indeed shameful in the Central Plains.

After a day of flying dogs and dogs, I didn't ask for so much when I was on the road. Now that I have a place to stay, I can naturally do whatever I want.

The next morning, after a good night's sleep, as the sun rose, there was a young prince full of energy.

Zhao Mingyu had already thought about it before going to bed. He first went back to the palace and told his brother the news that King Pingnan had colluded with Ye Gucheng to rebel. Afterwards, whether it was the defense of the roof or the dispatch of soldiers to Baiyun City, his brother would worry about it. Gong Jiu discussed how to annex the forces of Baiyun City.

Small money, small money, small money, small money, all floating in the sea is small money. From now on, there will be not only the little prince Zhao Mingyu who was bullied and abused by the emperor's brother, but also a mysterious person who can be arrogant on the sea.

When he gets a domineering nickname, the mysterious man will no longer be a mysterious man, but a sea overlord with a nickname.

Lu Xiaofeng watched his little ancestor run out in a hurry, shook his head and followed suit, the capital is the emperor's territory, with so many hidden guards guarding him, at last he doesn't have to worry about it, he's going to chat with his old friends, and by the way, the rumors have spread What does it look like.

Ximen Chuuxue was sitting in the pavilion in the garden, his eyes were as bright as cold stars, he had just returned from sword practice, and the sword intent in his body had not yet faded, his whole body was like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, its sharpness was extremely dangerous.

Yu Luocha quietly appeared in the pavilion with a jug of fine wine in his hand, "There are no outsiders at the moment, would Chuuxue want to have a good talk with Daddy?"

Ximen Chuuxue glanced at him, got up with his sword and was about to leave, but unfortunately when Yu Luocha didn't want him to leave, he could only sit obediently where he was.

An inconspicuous pebble hit the acupuncture point, and he couldn't walk even if he wanted to.

Yu Luocha drank the fine wine in the cup, her beautiful peach eyes were full of regret, "If you were half as lively as that little prince, Daddy wouldn't be so sad."

"You can recognize him as your son." Ximen Chuuxue's eyes were full of indifference, "It's a pity that even if you are eager to be a father, they don't want you."

"Chuixue, don't make daddy angry." Yu Luocha's voice was slow, her eyes were dark and cold.

Ximen Chuuxue was not afraid at all, "I said I would not interfere in the affairs of the Devil's Cult, not now, and not in the future."

"So you want to court death?" Yu Luosha's face was covered with a layer of frost, which was completely different from the previous gentleness and peace.

Ximen Chuuxue's sword must be stained with blood when it comes out of the sheath. Ye Gucheng has Feixian Island Baiyun City as his concern, but his son is cold-hearted and doesn't care about anything. .

Because that is the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world, and it is an opponent that can't be met.

Ximen Chuuxue couldn't move, so he simply let him think wildly. They had already arrived in the capital, and the battle at the top of the Forbidden City was unlikely to happen. This person is just looking for trouble now.

On the other side, Zhao Mingyu walked around the street, ate a bowl of hot wontons at the corner, and then walked towards the palace unhurriedly. He was just temporarily truce to pass on the news, and he would leave as soon as he finished his business. In order to have the strength to face the next obstacle to go out.

In the imperial study room, Zhao Mingning waved back the hidden guards, and the Zhubi scribbled a few random strokes on the memorial, but he still couldn't calm down to deal with government affairs.

The little ancestor ran away from home for so many days, and injured his leg on the way. I heard that he sat in a wheelchair for several days in Wanmei Villa. If the injury was not serious, how could he be able to use a wheelchair? He was spoiled at home. Will I be bullied when I go out?

People in the Jianghu are unreasonable, what should the little ancestor do if he gets hurt again and draws his sword to help?

Lu Xiaofeng is a troublemaker, he will follow wherever he goes, even if he sends so many hidden guards to follow him, he still can't rest assured.

Zhao Mingyu pretended to be calm all the way to the imperial study room, held his breath and stood at the door for a while, and found that there was no one else inside, so he coughed twice to indicate that there was a big living person at the door.

"Ming Yu!" His Majesty the Emperor threw out the pen, his eyes turned red when he saw the baby brother he hadn't seen for a long time, "Have you calmed down?"

"No." The little prince raised his chin, turned his face away in a very shameless way, but followed him into the study honestly, and said with disgust while being awkward, "Young master came back to business, the previous things are not over yet."

Zhao Mingning rubbed his little ancestor's head, seeing him alive and kicking, he finally felt at ease, "Brother knows that he was wrong, and I will tell you in advance if there is such a thing in the future."

"Then you probably have no chance." Zhao Mingyu glanced at his brother, and if he hadn't cared about his image, he would have started pinching his waist and laughing wildly at this moment, "It is true that there are still people who want to rebel, but this time the news was first known by the young master. You can't hide it even if you want to."

Zhao Mingning:? ? ?

His Majesty's expression cracked inch by inch, "Ming Yu, don't scare brother."

"Do you think that everyone likes to lie to children as much as you?" The little prince cut his throat, and still couldn't forget the yin and yang, "Your Majesty, how does it feel if the roof is used as a martial arts arena?"

Zhao Mingning clutched his chest, seeing his younger brother's excitement completely disappeared, he wanted to beat this little bastard even more now, and lift whichever pot he didn't open. Is this what a younger brother should do?

Zhao Mingyu was happy when he saw his brother was unhappy, and leaned into his ear to give him an even bigger blow, "Uncle Wang Pingnan wanted to emulate Cai Jing, but what he colluded with was not the Liao people, but Feixian Island in the South China Sea."

"Feixian Island, Ye Gucheng?" Zhao Mingning came back to his senses, and linked the recent rumors that he was rebelling against Yingtian, his face turned cold, "I heard that Ye Gucheng is a swordsman. His sword is like a flying fairy. Also like a flying fairy."

Zhao Mingyu stroked his hair, "I don't know, I didn't pay much attention to it, anyway, Brother Jiu said that Ye Gucheng's martial arts is very strong, he is a formidable person who can only outwit but not attack."

"A person in the world who is more resourceful than Baiyun City Lord can't get enough of a slap." Zhao Mingning frowned, knocking his knuckles on the desk, making a dull sound, "Ming Yu, where did you hear the news? "

Zhao Mingyu knew the seriousness and would not lose his temper over such a matter, "I met Ximen Chuuxue's father in Wanmei Villa. It was Uncle Ximen who said that the swords were to be compared between Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng. I don't think Uncle Ximen lied. I."

"Ximen Chuuxue's father?" Zhao Mingning frowned even tighter. He has been paying attention to the affairs of Jianghu. Why has he never heard that Ximen Chuuxue has a father?

Zhao Mingyu sat on the chair shaking his calf, "It is indeed Ximen Chuuxue's father, but Uncle Ximen's name is a bit strange, his surname is not Ximen, but Yu."

He could see the red name and the green name, so naturally he could also see the name. Yu Luocha never mentioned his name, so he kept calling Uncle Ximen.

Later, Yu Luocha asked him if he knew his identity, and he felt something was wrong at that time, but his knowledge was too shallow, so he couldn't ask other people who Yu Luocha was, so the secret has been hidden until now.

The little prince looked at his brother, his eyes were full of curiosity, "The name Yu Luocha sounds familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it before, brother, have you heard of it?"

Zhao Mingning: I have heard of it, of course I have.

His Majesty the Emperor rubbed his baby brother's head, wondering if there could be any useful things inside, "Yu Luocha, the leader of the Western Raksha Sect, the power of the Raksha Sect is mainly outside the customs, but it is not without the slightest reputation in the Central Plains, What are you thinking about with your little head every day?"

"You also said that the power of the Rakshasa Sect is mainly outside the pass." Zhao Mingyu tilted his head back to protect his head, and argued confidently, "Let me just say, if it is in the Song Dynasty, the martial arts are so high and so good-looking , unless he lives in the deep mountains and old forests with an anonymity, it is impossible for the young master not to know that he is from the Western Regions, and whoever is far away is free to take care of the affairs there. .”

Zhao Mingning: ...

His Majesty the Emperor sighed, forget it, you can't sing a different tune at this time, otherwise the little ancestor will start to lose his temper, and he really can't coax him.

Zhao Mingyu didn't notice the change in his brother's expression, because under the reminder of his restless brother, he finally remembered what kind of power the Western Rakshasa Sect is.

To put it another way that is easy for the public to accept, the Rakshasa Sect is the Demon Cult, the Demon Cult that is opposite to the Righteous Way, and the Demon Cult is not a good organization just by its name, and it should be eliminated in the Central Plains Righteous Way's heart.

What kind of hero is for the country and the people, and expecting a murderous big devil to serve the country and the people, it is better to burn a few more sticks of incense when offering sacrifices to the sky and pray for a good weather next year.

I'm sorry, Uncle Ximen, I misunderstood you, you are so eccentric, it's because the child is young and ignorant, you have a lot of adults, so don't worry about it, okay?

The plaque should be given or should be given away. We don't want the words "for the country and the people" on it. You can choose any idioms such as "do all evil", "disaster the country and the people", "violent gods and evil spirits", "green-faced fangs", and choose whichever you like.

The culture of Datian Dynasty for thousands of years will definitely allow you to pick out the one you are satisfied with.

Before Zhao Mingning sat back to sit in the court case, he thought for a while and shook his head, "Baiyun City colluded with Pingnan Palace, and there may be other secrets in it."

"Ah?" Zhao Mingyu looked up blankly, "Why don't you send someone to investigate?"

"Pingnan King's fief is close to the South China Sea, and Feixian Island is indeed prosperous, but this prosperity is based on the stability of the South China Sea." Zhao Mingning put the memorial on the table aside, and then continued, "And, Baiyun City In the South China Sea for a hundred years, it is not unrelated to the imperial court, "

Zhao Mingyu: ...

The little prince sighed, and his whole body went limp, "That is to say, Baiyun City cannot be copied?"

"Confiscation?" His Majesty the Emperor paused, as if opening the door to a new world, "It's not impossible."