The most beautiful boy in the whole Jianghu [Comprehensive martial arts]

Autumn is high and crisp, with a cool breeze.

The gate of the city was still the same as before, and the soldiers seriously checked the luggage of the passers-by.

After the guards on the left finished checking, they waved their hands to let people leave, and the carriage behind them rushed up.

The bridle holder is a man with bright eyes and a smile.What is noticeable is the two mustaches on his lips, which are very similar to the eyebrows above his eyes.

Four eyebrows Lu Xiaofeng is famous all over the world, even if they haven't met him, most people can recognize him once they see him.

Sitting in the carriage was an aristocratic young man with a warm expression. When the soldiers guarding the city lifted the curtain of the carriage, the young master smiled at him.

A friendly, innocent smile always makes people happy.

Xiao Bing was still stern, but his expression was slightly relaxed. He searched the carriage, and after confirming it was safe, he pulled out and let the carriage enter the city.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled at him, raised the reins lightly, and the carriage moved slowly towards the city.

They drove through the streets of Bianjing, and the passers-by had different postures, including people from the Jianghu and ordinary people.

Bianjing was lively, amidst all kinds of shouts and laughter, Zhao Jueming's name caught the ears of Lu Xiaofeng and Huamanlou more than once.

On the way to Bianjing, they heard stories about Zhao Jueming intermittently.In Bianjing City, there were quite a few Jianghu people who were kicked out of the city after Zhao Jueming came, and a few of them were friends of Lu Xiaofeng.

So Lu Xiaofeng had anticipated the current situation, but he still felt a little emotional.

"Jae Ming said that he wants to become No.1 in Jianghu. With his momentum, he is not far from his wish."

Lu Xiaofeng said.

Hua Manlou in the carriage sighed softly when he heard the words, and said, "Too strong momentum is not a good thing."

Zhao Jueming is at the moment when he is young and frivolous. Young people always have the courage and perseverance to go forward, and sometimes they will be overwhelmed if they rush too hard.

In the arena, there are all kinds of young people who become famous, but there are even more people who have a beginning but never an end.

Huamanlou hoped that Zhao Jueming would start well and end well. Now that the young man is in a difficult position, he is both happy for him and unconsciously worried about him.

There are almost no inns in Bianjing city where people can stay, at least Lu Xiaofeng asked all the way, either it means that there is not a good room left, or it is full of rooms.

Just as Lu Xiaofeng walked out of the inn, a young man in shorts appeared in front of him.

The young man looked at the innkeeper who bowed his head and flicked his abacus, and tentatively said to Lu Xiaofeng: "Master, are you looking for a place to stay?"

Hua Manlou in the carriage tilted his head slightly, listening to the movement outside the carriage.

Lu Xiaofeng seemed to know what the young man in front of him wanted to do, so he nodded, and seeing the young man's eyes lit up, he immediately said: "I know an inn, the location of the inn is a bit remote, but the advantage is that it is quiet, if you are willing, I can do it for you." The two lead the way..."

He looked very enthusiastic, but at the end of his words, he had some expectations.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said: "Thank you, you have helped us a lot, and I will thank you at that time."

The young man was promised to sit by Lu Xiaofeng's side when he was driving and eagerly point out the direction for him; if Zhao Huan saw his face, he would find that he was exactly the same as Xiao Li who led him to the inn that day, even the enthusiasm of his words and expressions was even greater. is the same.

Although the Hua family is the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River, most of their businesses are located in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are not many businesses in Bianjing.

This is not much, and it refers to the distribution of industries in the south of the Yangtze River compared with the Hua family.In the eyes of ordinary people, the development of the Hua family in Bianjing is very enviable.

Most of the inns in Bianjing are full, and the inns under the name of the Hua family are no exception. Huamanlou does not want to embarrass his family.

The carriage stopped outside the inn in the alley, Xiao Er, who called himself Xiao Li, jumped out of the carriage, walked into the house with a smile, and introduced the two of them to the shopkeeper.

"Xiao Li?" The shopkeeper was very puzzled when he saw him, "Didn't you quit your job?"

"I can come even after I quit my job. These two newcomers can't find a place to live in the city. I'll take care of your business."

Xiao Li smiled authentically, and the shopkeeper was suddenly surprised, and couldn't help laughing: "I can't stop watching!"

Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou slowly walked into the inn side by side, the inn's new waiter graciously showed Lu Xiaofeng to see the room, while Hua Manlou was downstairs listening to the shopkeeper and Xiao Li talking about the past.

The room was clean and odorless, Lu Xiaofeng nodded in satisfaction, and now he had to go down to pay the deposit, but when he got downstairs, he saw only Huamanlou and the innkeeper, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but wondered: "Where's Xiao Li?"

As he spoke, he reached out to touch the money bag in his pocket. At this moment, Hua Manlou explained to him: "Brother Li seemed to have thought of something important just now, and I have already given him the toll."

There is no need to be polite between Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou, this is a very normal thing, but at this moment Lu Xiaofeng has no time to respond, he fumbled around in his bosom, and only found an old bag full of leaves.

"..."

He stared at the bag of yellowed leaves with a very pretty expression.

Huamanlou heard the rustling sound when he touched the purse, and asked, "Lu Xiaofeng?"

The shopkeeper tried his best to suppress the curious expression on his face - although he couldn't see what was in the kit in Lu Xiaofeng's hand, he could see Lu Xiaofeng's colorful expressions.

Lu Xiaofeng met his gaze, put the kit back into his bosom, and said to Huamanlou deeply:

"Flower Manlou, I'm sorry for your trouble."

Sikong Zhaixing walked happily on the street with a heavy purse in his pocket.

He believed that at this moment Lu Xiaofeng had discovered that the purse on his body had been changed, and probably thought of him as well.

He seldom stole gold or silver, nor did he steal when he was short of money, unless he was paid to do so.

No one invited him, and Sikong Zhaixing was not short of money, only one good thing that could make him happy.

"...Xiao Li?"

A slightly suspicious call came into Sikong Zhaoxing's field of vision and ears accompanied by a crimson figure. He stopped abruptly and looked at the crimson-clothed boy who landed lightly in surprise.

The young man straightened up and turned to look at him with a joyful expression: "You disappeared as soon as you left, I thought it was the wrong person, it really is you."

Sikong Zhaixing was in a complicated mood, thinking how could he disappear, he appeared in front of you no less than five times.

Thinking about it, Sikong Zhaixing returned to Xiao Li's persona with dedication, and explained: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, but something happened at home at that time, so I rushed back in a hurry."

He paused, then looked at the boy in front of him in confusion.

"...Why did Mr. Zhao come down from the sky?"

The young man in crimson clothes said: "I'm on my way, it's convenient to walk on the roof."

Sikong Zhaixing nodded.

He had heard about all the things in Bianjing City—Ye Gucheng had a fight with Zhao Jueming, and both were injured—but judging from Zhao Jueming's ability to move freely, it should be just three people becoming tigers.

He relaxed and chatted with Zhao Jueming as "Xiao Li". The young man said his goodbyes, his clothes fluttering, and he left casually.

Sikong Zhaixing carried his money bag and went against Zhao Jueming.

Zhao Huan bid farewell to Xiao Li, and continued to go to the Mansion of Marquis of Shentong.

He has made many investigations these days, and has roughly known Nanwang's plan.

The night of the full moon is also the night of Nan Wang's rebellion.

The prince in the palace doesn't have to worry, the puppet will not die, not to mention that he already knows the plan of Nan Wang, so naturally he will not give Nan Wang's son a chance to replace the prince.

The only thing to worry about is defeating Nanwang's plan without fail that day.

Grand Tutor Zhuge has gone through three dynasties. Although the Southern King's rebellion is a big one, the capable people under him can probably rule the Southern King's people—just in case, Zhao Huan also considered borrowing some medicine powder from Senior Wang—even if he wins If you don't use martial arts, you will win.

In Shentonghou's Mansion, there are guards standing on both sides of the gate, both of them have solemn expressions and work hard.

Master Fang Xiaohou is friendly, but he is also a very serious person, and he hates people who neglect their duties, so they dare not slack off in the slightest.

A crimson figure stopped in front of Shentonghou's mansion with the autumn wind wrapped around it. The young man in crimson straightened his clothes and stepped forward under the cautious eyes of the two.

"My servant, Zhao Jueming, is here to visit Master Fang."

The young man clasped his hands.

Since they saw the young man's clothes, they guessed that this person was most likely to be Zhao Jueming. Hearing him declare his identity, apart from having a kind of enlightenment, they were also a little embarrassed.

A guard spoke first and said, "Master Hou is not in the mansion right now."

After saying this, he shut his mouth tightly again.

Zhao Jueming seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then said: "It's not a coincidence that I came here. I'll visit you later when Lord Hou is free."

The crimson-clothed swordsman came in a hurry, but left a little slower, as if he was very frustrated because he didn't see Fang Yingkan.

The two guards looked at his back, guessing the reason why the other party came to the door, and just as they were thinking, the young man paused, then flew away quickly, and his figure disappeared under the clear sky.

Fang Ying could not see that he was in the palace, he was in the palace.

After the court was over this morning, Fang Yingkan got stuck and begged to see the officials.

The palace is spacious, and Zhao Ji was happily fishing, so the messenger brought the news that Fang Yingjian asked to see him, and he rushed to add a few more things before Fang Yingkan arrived at the study, so he was willing to pack up his belongings at this moment.

After finishing his leisure, Zhao Ji looked at the young young master, he thought that the other party would be eloquent as usual, but Fang Xiaohou looked hesitant, with a slightly struggling look, not at all innocent like before.

Zhao Ji: ...

He suddenly had a strange premonition.

Master Fang Xiaohou might have something important to say.

Fang Yingkan seemed to have finally made up his mind, and said: "Officials, I have something important to report."

Zhao Ji nodded lightly: "Report."

Fang should see: "The matter reported by the minister is related to the decisive battle in the near future."

Zhao Ji: "...um."

Fang Yingkan observed Zhao Ji's expression, and said seriously: "City Lord Ye secretly sent a message to my minister, he seems to be in a difficult situation and stretched out."

Zhao Ji: ...

If it weren't for the fact that only a few people knew about those important things, Zhao Ji would almost suspect that Fang Yingkan had secretly sent people by their side.

But it's not impossible.

Zhao Ji looked unpredictable, did not interrupt, and waited patiently for Fang Yingkan to continue talking.

Fang Yingkan asked Zhao Ji if he knew about the fight between Ye Gucheng and Zhao Jueming, the latter nodded, and the former slowly explained the reason for his words.

That day Ye Gucheng and Zhao Jueming fought each other, the former ran into Fang Yingkan on the way back, Fang Yingkan was surprised by Ye Gucheng's bloody white clothes, so he asked a few more questions.

Ye Gucheng has always been indifferent, and he didn't even stop when he heard Fang Yingkan's question.Although Fang Yingkan was a little disappointed, he didn't take it seriously, but after Ye Gucheng's figure disappeared, Fang Yingkan saw a piece of blood-stained white cloth on the ground.

"Prisoner is written in blood on the white cloth. I have been struggling for a long time, and I feel that I need to report it to you, the official. "

Fang Yingkan said sincerely, with a slightly apprehensive look on his face.

"Prisoner" means restraint and entrapment. Ye Gucheng is the teacher of Nanwang Shizi and the guest of Nanwangfu. How could he be a "prisoner" in Bianjing?

If you think deeper, you will think of some incredible things.

It's no wonder Fang Ying struggled so much before reading the report.

He was afraid of being wrong, but also afraid of missing Ye Gucheng's call for help.

Zhao Ji said thoughtfully, "You have a heart."

Fang Yingkan looked at his expression, but didn't see the trace he wanted.

This is a little strange.

The officials may have been prepared long ago, or they may have clues—for example, Zhang Jinshi, who is full of loopholes and loves money very much.

Fang Ying looked at his thoughts, and sighed in his heart that the officials seemed to be hiding more and more, but the expression on his face was more serious.

The place where Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuuxue fought was the top of the Hall of Supreme Harmony in the imperial palace, and Ye Gucheng seemed to be in a difficult situation, which inevitably made people think too much.

Zhao Ji had seen too much of his smiling face, and now he saw Fang Ying's serious face, and felt a little unaccustomed to it.

"I have a bottom in my heart." Zhao Ji said, "You have a heart."

The implication is that I don't want to say more.

Fang Ying looked at his acquaintance, bowed to say goodbye, and withdrew.

Zhao Ji watched Fang Yingkan push the door open, and while the door was wide open, he saw several servants waiting under the steps.

There are unfamiliar servants who cannot be named, and there are also close servants who have been with him for a long time, who are caring and winking.

Zhao Ji casually thought that it was time for him to replace some newcomers.

After all, it was the old man who followed him, and it seemed not very good to order them around all the time.

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