[Comprehensive martial arts] Protect our little prince

September [-]th, sunny.

It was another sunny day, Lu Xiaofeng squinted his eyes and looked up at the sky, wandered around the bustling streets for a long while, after eating and drinking, he entered Hefangzhai through the back door energetically.

The back garden is quiet and there is only the sound of the wind. The aroma of chrysanthemums and osmanthus makes people want to sneeze. Only after passing through the flowers can they see the people sitting in the hexagonal pavilion.

Ximen Chuuxue stopped wiping his sword, nodded to Lu Daxia who came uninvited, and then pointed to the stone bench opposite, "Sit."

"Only you?" Lu Xiaofeng hesitated a bit, he thought that Ximen Chuuxue should be enjoying the last peace before the war, but he didn't expect to run into someone as soon as he entered.

The little ancestor didn't go out for several days, so he should have been detained at home by the emperor. He wouldn't be so unlucky, just happened to meet the little ancestor who sneaked out, right?

Afraid of what would happen, Ximen Chuixue flashed a smile in his eyes, and then told him very ruthlessly that the little ancestor had indeed wandered out again, and now he was in Hefangzhai.

Lu Xiaofeng clutched his chest and felt a little suffocated, carefully sat down opposite Ximen Chuuxue, for fear of accidentally disturbing the living ancestors inside, he didn't even dare to speak and only dared to wave his paws.

It's not that he's timid, it's that he can't afford to offend the people behind the little ancestor.

He thought that an emperor was already difficult enough, but he didn't realize that there was no such thing as the most difficult, only more difficult until he saw the methods of Prince Taiping's son.

A good son, why don't you stay in the palace to enjoy the food and drink spicy food, and also know the rules of the rivers and lakes so well, who is the real rivers and lakes among them?

The children of the royal family are so terrifying.

The courtyard is deep, and the dark fragrance is floating. At the same time, the terrifying royal family children are sitting in the room, facing the even more terrifying demon leader, the atmosphere is extremely dignified.

The little prince sat there, looking at Jade Rakshasa whom he had not seen for a long time, clasped his hands together and prayed for himself, murmured in his heart for a while, and then summoned up the courage to ask, "Uncle Ximen, what do you think of my attention?"

Your own son was the one who fought at night. As your own father, do you have the heart to watch Ximen Chuuxue fight with others to the death?

For the personal safety of the two contestants, I beg you to lend a helping hand. After all, it is not auspicious to die on the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and someone must stop at a critical moment.

When two big bosses fight, the one who is qualified to stop must be a bigger boss than them, otherwise it is very likely that they will be targeted at the same time and tied together.

Throughout the entire capital city, the one with the longest blood is Uncle Ximen. You must do your part to save the glazed tiles on the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony from being punished. I beg you to show mercy and give a helping hand. There will be nothing in return in this life, and the child will die in the next life. Promise~

Yu Luocha looked at the little ancestor sitting obediently across from him with a half smile, and asked softly, "Ming Yu, who am I?"

"You are Uncle Ximen, the most powerful hero in the world!" Zhao Mingyu answered quickly, because Yu Luocha used to ask such a question from time to time, and subconsciously knew how to answer it more often.

Don't worry about what you think in your heart, boast is over, no one doesn't like rainbow farts, and so does the boss.

It's just that today is different from the past, and the boss doesn't buy it anymore.

Yu Luosha used to be willing to tease children, because he thought it was very interesting to watch children fight and fight, knowing that he didn't know his identity, so he let him talk nonsense, but now, being able to tell him before the decisive battle made him die at a critical moment. How could it be possible not to know his identity if he was saved.

The leader of the Demon Cult who killed people without batting an eye smiled even more gently, "Good boy, to be honest, uncle won't be angry."

Zhao Mingyu:! ! !

Zhao Mingyu's pupils trembled, and he ran out quickly without saying a word, "Uncle's words don't count, I'm not stupid, you must be angry."

The fledgling little rookie faced the unfathomable big devil, and fell to the street tragically without making it through a round. In the back garden, there was not only the smell of flowers in the wind, but also the cry for help from the room.

- I am the prince!My brother is the emperor!You can't do this to me! ! !

--Help!Brother Fuxue, save me! ! !

——You are becoming angry from embarrassment!You bully children! !

Lu Xiaofeng picked out his ears, and looked at Ximen Chuuxue pretending to be puzzled, "Did you hear something?"

Ximen Chuixue closed his eyes, "The wind blows and the leaves fall."

Okay, both of them are talking nonsense with their eyes open, and when they heard the voice inside they were still full of air and knew it was nothing serious, so they should not take the initiative to join in.

The sunshine in September is still warm, but the warm time is only for a while, and when the Golden Wuxi falls, it is time to enter the palace.

Zhao Mingyu flopped around in the room for a long time, and found that the big guy was just watching a joke by pressing his big hole, and soon got up again after realizing that his life was not in danger.

Why did he know the identity of Yu Luocha?Of course it's because he is the prince!

No matter how transparent the imperial power is, it is also an imperial power. Compared with the Jianghu gang, it is an unshakable mountain. They are silent and silent, which does not mean that others can really let others play wild on them.

The royal family's intelligence network is super powerful. Whether it's in the Song Dynasty or overseas in the Western Regions, as long as they want to know, they can know everything.

It has nothing to do with the little prince's cheating money.

No!

Yu Luocha stopped and stood up, looking at the young man who was shouting loudly, chuckled and said in a low voice, "The little emperor of Song Dynasty really underestimated him before."

The little prince instantly became nervous, "My lord uncle has a lot, don't be on the same level as the ignorant 'little' emperor, he is really delicate and weak and cannot stand a beating."

Jade Rakshasa: ...

Little ancestor, does your brother know that you arrange him like this outside?

No matter how indescribable the communication process was, Yu Luocha still agreed to go to the palace with him. In fact, even if Zhao Mingyu didn't come to look for him, he would still appear in the palace at that time.

Ximen Chuuxue is his child. He knows Ximen Chuuxue's sword well. This child has been obsessed with kendo since he was a child. His sword does not belong to ordinary people.

Dao is ruthless, as is Ximen Chuuxue's sword.

Ximen Chuuxue holding the sword is no longer a mortal with flesh and blood and feelings. His person has been integrated with the sword. The sword is a murderous weapon, and it will see blood when it is unsheathed. With his current strength, he is not Ye Gucheng's opponent.

He originally thought that after Ye Gucheng was involved in the rebellion of King Pingnan, he would no longer have the opportunity to fight swords. No matter when rebellion is a serious crime, the most heinous crime is treason. He chose to take this road, and the only end is death. a result.

They never expected that the emperor would act so unreasonably. Not only did he clean up Baiyun City from inside, he even took the initiative to give up the roof of his house for them to use as a playground.

He has lived for so many years, and he has met countless emperors, and there are not many who are as unexpected as the little emperor of Song Dynasty.

No way, who made him an old father who worried about his children. In order not to fall into the fate of a white-haired man giving a black-haired man, no matter how disobedient the child is, he can only follow behind to clean up the mess.

Who made him a father?

In the back garden, Ximen Chuuxue frowned, feeling that someone was talking about him behind his back, and after thinking about who the two people were in the room, he twitched the corner of his mouth and drank a cup of tea to suppress the strange feeling.

Both of them are out of tune, and together they can only be even more out of tune. After getting along with each other these days, he is very sure that the two of them are more suitable to be father and son.

If it wasn't for Yu Luocha who really didn't have a second son, the palace would not report the wrong child, and he even suspected that the little ancestor was Yu Luocha's own.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

The golden crow hangs down to the west, and the jade rabbit rises to the east.

Outside Suzaku's gate, there were already Jianghu people who had bought ribbons waiting here, without exception, they were all Jianghu masters with strong financial resources and high martial arts skills.

Lu Xiaofeng and Zhao Mingyu guessed right, the shopkeeper of the black market was really unscrupulous in making money, from the time they left the black market to when Gong Jiu took over the matter, in just a few hours, he had already sold the ribbons to hundreds of people.

It's not unreasonable for Jiu Gongzi to be unhappy, there are only so many ribbons to send out, and a dozen or so pleasing ones are selected from the buyers who have paid, and it's up to others to appease the rest.

He is not in charge of after-sales, he is only responsible for collecting money. If he dares to sell so much, he must be prepared to overturn the car. If there are more people who should not appear in the palace on the night of September [-]th, the big insiders and the imperial guards will let them know where they can enter. There is no place to enter.

The fat shopkeeper lost his wife and lost his army. After being beaten by Gong Jiu, he really wanted to cry. He had a way to keep the people from the rivers and lakes who paid him out of trouble, but he really couldn't deal with the court.

I saw that the little prince was very easy to deceive before, but why did he play a ruthless character in a blink of an eye, isn't this a fool?

In short, no matter how much he cried, only 15 people who got the ribbon could enter the palace tonight.

After passing through the Suzaku Gate, someone will take them to the viewing platform to sit down. They will not get up and leave until the battle between Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng is over. Become a hedgehog.

Still the same sentence, crouching tiger, hidden dragon inside the palace, it is really not easy to get in.

The Jianghu people who entered the palace were a little unhappy when they saw the interrogation chairs. They were also famous figures outside the palace, but they were treated like this when they came to the palace. It was really against the rules.

But when they think that they are stepping on the floor tiles of the imperial palace, the unhappiness is quickly suppressed. No matter how high the status of the Jianghu people is, they will subconsciously restrain themselves when they reach the peak of imperial power. The people, the awe of imperial power is deep in their bones.

Another way of thinking, others can't get in even if they pay, at least they got in, and they are about to witness the decisive battle between the two great swordsmen of the world, so the money was well spent.

Zhao Mingyu didn't know when Ximen Chuuxue left Hefangzhai. He only knew that after he and Yu Luocha had made a plan, Ximen Chuuxue was gone outside, and only Lu Xiaofeng was left looking up at the sky and sighing.

Alright, let's go into the palace together and wait for the rabbit. A serious person like Ximen Chuuxue would never do such a thing as being late.

With a big wave of his hand, the little prince led Uncle Ximen, who was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and Lu Xiaofeng, who was worried about eating melons, through the Suzaku Gate, across the Jinshuiyudai River, and then came to the special class prepared in advance to be seated for love.

There are no interrogation chairs, no heavy guards, only prepared food and wine, and His Majesty the Emperor who came over with a pinch.

Zhao Mingyu was as busy as a bee, sometimes serving as a little padded trousers for his dear brother, and sometimes going to liven up the atmosphere in front of the boss. The busiest person tonight was not the two performers on the roof, but Zhao Mingyu, the water master.

This bowl of water must be level, and no one can take a sip, or they will look down on him!

Heh, born in the palace, he has seen too many appeasement methods by beauties competing for favor.