[Comprehensive martial arts] Protect our little prince

Lu Xiaofeng was holding a piece of melon, sitting far away in a corner, looking at His Majesty the Emperor who was hiding a knife in his smile, and then at Uncle Ximen who was hiding a needle in his cotton, he was very happy eating the melon.

He remembered that the emperor was very strict with his little ancestor's friendship, so he must be dissatisfied with someone in the current situation. Did Uncle Ximen offend him?

Lu Xiaofeng hid beside him with great interest and acted as a transparent person, hoping to see the scene where Zhao Mingyu was scolded by the ear after the car overturned, but unfortunately he still underestimated the ability of the little ancestor, it is impossible to overturn the car, and it is impossible to overturn in this life .

Zhao Mingyu made his brother happy, walked to Yu Luosha with a snack, blinked his big eyes and whispered, "Uncle Ximen, it will start on the roof soon, should we take a closer look?"

Yu Luocha glanced at him, "You want me to take you up there?"

The little prince responded confidently, "The glazed tiles on the top are slippery. I'm not good at qinggong. Uncle Ximen is so good, he can definitely take me up there, right?"

Zhao Mingning looked up at the bright moon, blowing on the steam on the teacup and said lightly, "The glazed tiles in the Hall of Supreme Harmony have just been cleaned, so be careful not to fall, it's not a shame, but a broken arm or leg will be troublesome. "

Zhao Mingyu: ...

Brother, I suspect you are targeting me.

I can't even go up without cleaning my brother. I made it slippery on purpose, so I will be a ghost if I can go up.

"Don't panic, with uncle here, I won't let you fall." Yu Luocha chuckled lightly and patted the little ancestor on the shoulder. Before he could react, the two of them were already standing on the central axis of the eaves of the hall.

They stood in a very good position, they would not delay the master's sword competition, and they could join the battlefield as soon as possible. The ten-foot-high palace had an excellent view, and they had a kind of heroic spirit.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the two people who were looking for a good position on the roof, and suddenly felt that the melons in his hands were no longer fragrant, and he could watch the battle at a close distance without having to keep looking up, so he also wanted to go up.

Just when he was wondering if he could find a seat on the other side, the emperor glanced over lightly, "The glazed tiles of the Golden Luan Hall are not easy to fire, if they are accidentally broken, how will Daxia Lu plan to pay for it?"

Lu Xiaofeng: Goodbye, I can't afford to apologize, take my leave.

He's so stupid, he knew that the two brothers were the same money fans, why did he take the initiative to get up there, wouldn't it be good to just stay below?

Compared to the guy outside who pays a lot of money and watches the battle with the cold wind blowing, there are snacks, melons, fruits and fine wine here, Lu Xiaofeng, Lu Xiaofeng, what else are you not satisfied with?

In the moonlight, the golden glazed tiles on the main hall seemed to be covered with a layer of gold under the moonlight. When a gust of wind blew by, two figures quietly appeared on the two eaves.

Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng finally arrived.

Both of them were dressed in spotless white clothes. Although their swords were not out of their sheaths, the aura of their swords was already shocking. On the viewing platform, more than a dozen masters looked up without blinking, not wanting to miss a single bit.

For swordsmen like Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue, people and swords have been integrated into one. Their swords are terrifying, and people are even more terrifying.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, neither of them had any intention of speaking, but no one thought that they were just standing on the top to blow the wind. The soaring sword energy was like a knife, blowing on their bodies together with the cold autumn night wind, which made people unbearable. Live luck to resist.

Finally, Ye Gucheng raised the sword in his hand, "This sword is the elite of overseas cold swords, blowing hair and breaking hair, the blade is three feet three, and the net weight is six catties and four taels."

Ximen Fuxue: ...

Ximen Chuuxue wanted to introduce his black sheath sword like him, but after hearing Ye Gucheng's introduction, he subconsciously thought of the previous scene in Wanmei Villa.

The young man smashed the heavy iron sword to the ground, his voice full of pride.

——This sword was forged by a famous master. It is five feet three inches long and weighs sixty catties!

He has practiced swordsmanship for many years, and he has never seen a long sword that is more than five feet long, let alone an epee that weighs sixty kilograms. When he heard the little ancestor introduce the iron block that was about as tall as him that day, he really couldn't imagine it. Get up and say something.

A smile flashed across Ximen Chuixue's eyes, and he nodded slightly as he looked at the sword in Ye Gucheng's hand, "Good sword."

An indispensable lesson in swordsmanship is drawing the sword. The two looked at each other for a long time, and at the same time drew the sword and rushed towards each other. The cold light on the blade made the people watching the battle subconsciously close their eyes. , only to see that the two people on the roof changed positions.

"What's the matter? Is it over?"

"Speak carefully, don't make a sound."

Ye Gucheng put his sword back into its sheath, and when he looked at Ximen Chuixue again, it was different from before, "I'll wait for you for five years."

Ximen Chuuxue is not enough. The current Ximen Chuuxue can't have a hearty fight with him. They are destined opponents. They should show their best state to face each other, instead of rushing when they have not grown up. right on.

Ximen Chuuxue stood in the wind, and it took a long time to get out of that mysterious and mysterious state, "Five years later, we will fight again."

After speaking, the two figures flew up at the same time, and disappeared in the eyes of everyone after a few ups and downs.

Audience: What's going on? ? ?

Zhao Mingyu stared blankly at the two people who walked swiftly, and almost fell off the roof when his foot slipped, "Uncle Ximen, is this the end before it even started?"

"No, they're just waiting for a chance to have a good fight. The current Fubuki is still too tender." Yu Luosha held his collar, as if he had already guessed this possibility before, and was not too surprised.

But he wasn't surprised, that doesn't mean others weren't surprised, besides the emperor, even Lu Xiaofeng jumped up from the stool in shock, if the audience on the viewing platform weren't restrained and couldn't make trouble, they would have started to make trouble by now .

Even if they couldn't move, they could still roar. The voices of more than a dozen people were stacked together, and the imperial guards guarding the dark place roared to the bright side.

Zhao Mingyu sat on the roof worryingly, feeling that he had become a profiteer with wrong money, "Uncle Ximen, they didn't see what they wanted to see, will they clamor for a refund later?"

Do you have to spit out the money you got?

Hey, why is it so difficult to make money?

Yu Luocha looked at the little ancestor who spoke surprisingly, not understanding why he was so worried, "Good boy, your brother will solve this matter, children should be happy, don't ask for trouble."

I've seen everything that needs to be seen, Ye Gucheng and Chuuxue don't want to compare, can those people force them to compare?

This silly kid is obviously born in the royal family, so why doesn't he understand what the royal family is like for Jianghu? The little emperor is the most normal, he looks innocent and harmless, and his heart is black when he tears it apart, so he looks like he was raised in the palace people.

It's not like this little fool, tsk.

Zhao Mingyu sneezed, squeezed his nose and looked around, feeling someone whispering behind his back, "Uncle, did you scold me quietly?"

"Is there?" Yu Luocha smiled softly, did not give him a chance to continue talking, and disappeared after sending him to the ground.

Lu Xiaofeng quickly drank the wine in the jug, waved his hands and laughed, and turned around, Ximen Chuuxue is indeed Ximen Chuuxue, no wonder he was not in a hurry this afternoon, it turned out that he had already discussed it with Ye Gucheng.

If you have a plan, don't tell him. Is it interesting to see him jumping up and down in a hurry? I'm not enough friends.

When he leaves this time, he will take away all the wine in Wanmei Villa, not leaving a drop for him.

Watching them all leave, Zhao Mingyu lay on the table wrinkled into a small face, wondering why those Jianghu people left so neatly, when his brother picked him up, "It's too late, go to bed quickly."

The little prince stood up listlessly, looked at his brother's smiling expression, and went back to the bed to continue to struggle.

The decisive battle in the palace, which was not like a decisive battle, ended soon, and the confrontation outside the palace gradually came to an end. Di Fei was startled walking on the palace road, feeling uneasy and feeling that something big was about to happen.

At the palace gate, Gong Jiu finally waited for the person who was waiting, and came out from the darkness with a sneer, "Master Di, do you have time to go with me?"

Di Fei was startled when he heard the voice and his footsteps stopped, and his ominous premonition grew stronger, "I dare not refuse the invitation from the prince."

In six and a half halls, all the disciples, including Lei Shang, were all under the control of the forbidden army without exception. In addition to the leader of the forbidden army, there was also King Taiping who had nothing to do.

Leading a team to ransack a house is a familiar thing once and twice. When raiding Cai Jing's house, he had to avoid suspicion and had no choice but to ask for orders. A Jianghu organization in Liufen can't let him avoid suspicion again.

King Taiping in military uniform looked at the prisoners who were either at a loss or yelling at him, and couldn't help sighing with his chin. If you don't have the strength to rebel, don't get involved in the rebellion.

They can't learn to be honest under the eyes of the emperor. It seems that only the prison is the most suitable for them.

His emperor's nephew has a bad temper, and he encountered such things one after another, and he didn't know who would be the unlucky one in the end. Fortunately, he could return to Yanmen Pass after the envoys sent by the Liao Kingdom arrived. Otherwise, he would spend every day in the capital. But he was suffocated.

Will Ming Yue'er go home with him this time?

Well, he just wants his son to go home with him, why is it so difficult?

In the middle of the night, there are basically no people in the capital except for the patrolling guards. Most of the big guys are sleeping in the middle of the night, and basically no one will go out except for emergency medical treatment.

Even if the law and order in Bianjing is very good, it is not the time to go out in the middle of the night.

But tonight is an exception.

The imperial guards came and went on the street, and the people closed their doors tightly not to get involved in such head-losing things. No matter how soft the footsteps were, there would be movement, and the sound of fighting and fighting did not gradually disappear until the early morning.

In the imperial study room, Zhao Mingning stayed up all night, but he was in good spirits, "Tens of millions of taels of silver can be copied out in one six and a half hall. It seems that I still don't know enough about the capital."

Trapping the house is indeed the fastest way to get money. I hope that there will be more waves like this in the capital in the future. He has found out that no matter how the court tries to make money, it will not be as fast as these people from the rivers and lakes.

Gong Jiu was sitting next to him tired, and he would die half-life when he came to the capital for two months every year. When His Majesty the Emperor was born, he should have brought his brother's brain with him in advance. Otherwise, why is their little ancestor still so stupid? It's all because his brother is too smart.

Zhao Mingning scanned the ledgers of the house raids, and felt that he could continue to work for decades, "Ah Jiu, while you are still in the capital, Brother Huang will arrange another mission for you, how about it?"

"I want to refuse, will you agree?" Gong Jiu Youyou said, eyes full of lovelessness.

"Of course I don't agree." The emperor smiled and shook his head, "Ming Yu said that the existence of places like the black market will affect Bianjing's image, so let's think of a way to make them stop for a few years."