The heroine's brother is salted fish online

After passing through the atrium and entering the hall, he was taken to the living room by a man who looked like a butler. Lu Xiaolei felt as if he had entered a museum of war history walking all the way.

It's not like ordinary rich people like to put porcelain and antiques in the house, all armor and swords, from German-style hemp flower gauntlets to Japanese-style swords, Lu Xiaolei lay vaguely outside the glass cover I can recognize a few traditional Chinese characters, and there are all kinds of unknown Chinese long swords decorated with colorful colors. Some of these things look very old, and the old blood stains on them show that the backs of these murder weapons are full of blood and tears. s story.

Lu Xiaolei looked all the way over, and really felt that the old man of the Fang family was really tough. Most people would really dare not use these bloody weapons to town the house. Fortunately, he collected a lot of them, a typical kid who is not afraid of Hades. Lord of evil spirits.

"When the old man was young, he was a man who made serious achievements on the battlefield. Later, he retreated to the second line. He always misses the days of gold and iron horses, so he likes to collect some weapons and blades in his spare time. Don't be surprised, Young Master Lu." The old housekeeper bent slightly and explained.

It was only then that Lu Xiaolei discovered that although the old butler had a friendly face, there was a ten-centimeter-long scar running longitudinally on the bridge of his nose, as if his face had been divided into two halves. Mixed into some unspeakable ferocity.

Looking at his walking steps, he subconsciously raised his chest and kicked his legs, and he was born properly.

"The butler was my grandfather's adjutant in the army at that time. My grandfather saved his life when he was young. Later, when my grandfather was promoted, he followed me all the way to take care of my grandfather's daily life." Chu Xiao seemed to be saying that at the door just now.

Lu Xiaolei swallowed and nodded.

To be honest, back then when Lu Xiaomiao told himself that Chu Xiao’s family had military, commercial and political forces, he didn’t take it seriously. He only thought that every time he grabbed Song Zifeng’s red car, it was very prestigious, but he didn’t expect to enter his ancestral home this time. Only then did I feel that the so-called military and political background was such a strong, bloody hostility.

The politics of the past dynasties were all fought out in wars. What this old guy has in his hands is the capital that this country really uses to deter the Quartet.

In peaceful times, the mountains and dews will not be too obvious, and it is a sword in the sheath, but once there are some disputes, this capital is a sharp blade that can determine the ownership of everything.

Going forward to the living room, the two of them just sat down when the maid brought tea, which was the kind of Mingqian Longjing that Chu Xiao liked.

"I don't know what kind of drink Young Master Lu likes, so I only prepared the Mingqian tea that Young Master Xiao likes. I think Young Master Lu will not dislike what Young Master Xiao likes."

The butler smiled lightly, neither humble nor overbearing.

"It's okay, Leilei is used to drinking." Chu Xiao took the tea and sniffed it lightly: "The tea color is pure, the soup color is translucent, the bottom of the leaf is fresh, the tea is good, and the brewing technique is also good."

The butler nodded slightly: "Young master laughs, the master just explained that you are here, please go to the study first, master."

Chu Xiao was taken aback when he heard the words, lightly shook Lu Xiaolei's hand, and glanced at him: "That Leilei..."

Lu Xiaolei was holding a cup of tea and sipping it in small sips. He didn't like to taste tea, and felt that it was a serious suspicion of pretending to be coercive, but he couldn't stand the tea

It smelled so good that he couldn't help holding it up and drinking it while smelling it.

As soon as he heard the other party mentioned himself, Lu Xiaolei looked up and saw the other party's apologetic face, he quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, you go, I'll play below."

Just kidding, he can't wait to see the elders.

Hearing what he said, Chu Xiao had no choice but to nod, and said to the housekeeper, "Then I will trouble you, Adjutant."

The butler glanced at Lu Xiaolei: "Naturally."

After speaking, he took Chu Xiao upstairs, leaving Lu Xiaolei downstairs to continue studying the cup of tea.

Once there was no one around, Lu Xiaolei's tense nerves from the beginning immediately relaxed, but because he was in someone else's house, he was not as casual as usual. The cup of tea that Chu Xiao praised so much was drained.

By the time the maid had refilled his second cup, Lu Xiaolei was about to fall asleep waiting for him to come down.

Seeing that the brown color was getting weaker and weaker, Lu Xiaolei's butt hurt from sitting, so he got up and wandered around in the lobby, walking all the way to the Museum of War History, which he just skipped in a hurry.

Generally speaking, men have a bit of enthusiasm for war in their hearts, probably because male animals are born with the worship of absolute power, and Lu Xiaolei is no exception.

Just walking this way, although he was frightened by the ferocity of this unearthed weapon, he had to sigh with emotion, this thing is really handsome.

After looking at the armor, Lu Xiaolei came to Bingren. To be honest, his understanding of cold weapons was only general. When he was studying in the past, the school organized a few spring trips to the museum. He was facing a Yue Wang Gou Jianjian drooled for a long time.

Some of the Chinese swords are old, but the double-edged swords are very beautiful, shining ice blue light under the faint light.

There is also the Japanese-style sword engraved with the inscription, the scabbard is like black jade, with smooth plum and bamboo patterns on it, and the word Muramasa is engraved on the back.

Lu Xiaolei's eyes almost fell into it.

"Do you like weapons?"

Just when Lu Xiaolei was watching with enthusiasm, a voice suddenly came from behind, which scared him so much that he almost overturned the display case.

Fortunately, his skills were good, and he bent down and hugged the cabinet back steadily.

"Who the hell am I? Scared me to death..." Lu Xiaolei patted his chest and frowned, and swallowed the words silently after seeing the person in front of him clearly.

A young man in his early thirties, his browbones and eye pupils are somewhat similar to Chu Xiao, but his temperament is rather stern, his face is as sharp as a knife, and the corners of his mouth are pursed, showing a kind of alienation.

Although he has a good face, he is not the same as Chu Xiao, who knows that he is a promiscuous master. This brother has a kind of evil spirit, and he can be used as a refrigerator in the summer. .

Who is Lu Xiaolei, who has been in the sales industry all the year round and has seen countless people, one look at this brother's temperament is not like ordinary people, let alone Mr. Fang's nephew or something like that.

Looking down, the other party was only wearing a shirt and trousers, and there was no clue. We could only infer from the slightly straighter back of the other party than ordinary people that this man was probably from the army.

He patted his chest and thanked that he didn't continue to scold just now.

Seeing that he had not replied for a long time, the other party frowned slightly, but did not speak, as if waiting for Lu Xiaolei to speak first.

Lu Xiaolei's eyes flashed, and he smiled lightly: "It's not like I like it, it's just a little bit of interest."

The other party raised his eyebrows: "Then tell me, what's so special about this sword."

Lu Xiaolei was overjoyed, pretending to be coercive, who wouldn't, anyway, half-understood and ignorant, so he said: "The old man has good taste, there are double patterns of plum and bamboo on the scabbard, and there are sharp blades on the blade. Wen, that sword is Yaodao Muramasa, right? The old man can get anything that is a national treasure."

The other party's eyes were deep, although the eyebrows were two points similar to Chu Xiao, but there was a big difference when you looked closely. This person's eyes were too cold, like a sharpened knife, the kind that does not see the blood and does not enter the sheath. .

"You do have some knowledge." After waiting for a while, the other party said.

Lu Xiaolei chuckled: "It's just playing tricks, uncle don't care about it."

Hearing this, the other party was stunned: "You know me?"

Lu Xiaolei said frankly, "I don't know."

The man's calm expression finally showed a trace of curiosity: "Is that Ah Xiao who mentioned me to you?"

Lu Xiaolei: "This is the first time for me to come to the door, and I'm still coaxing and cheating. How could he tell me in such detail?"

The man's ice-cold face completely expressed doubts: "Then how do you know my identity?"

Lu Xiaolei chuckled: "Guess."

The man raised his eyebrows, apparently in disbelief.

Lu Xiaolei got excited: "Your eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Chu Xiao, probably because of some blood relationship, but he is older than Chu Xiao, and in Chu Xiao's life, he and Song Zifeng are the only two; you subconsciously Straight, with firm eyes, this is probably a habit left in the military camp. As far as I know, among the seniors of Fang’s parents, the only one who is closest to Chu Xiao’s age and serves in the army is Commander Fang Qi. In terms of seniority, Naturally, I should call you little uncle."

Before the words fell, a laugh came from behind:

"Hahaha, Qi'er, it's a coincidence that you met someone before me."

Before the man could speak, he heard a burst of applause behind him, and the two turned around to see Chu Xiao and an old man with white hair and chicken skin.

The old man looked about 70 years old, with a steady gait and a tall and straight figure, not at all old-fashioned, which seemed to be a bit of a fairy.

Moreover, what makes Lu Xiaolei feel the most sad is that the men of their Fang family are really the president, one taller than the other, young men like Song Zifeng Chuxiao are fine, even Mr. Fang who is over seventy years old should be The old man who has shrunk to the size of a turtle fairy is also a fucking centimeter or two taller than Lu Xiaolei.

This is very unpleasant.

Standing beside the old man, Chu Xiao smiled faintly at the man: "Uncle, long time no see."

The grimness on the man's face dissipated a lot, and he said gently, "Long time no see, congratulations on being promoted."

Chu Xiao was taken aback for a moment, then said, "TOEFL."

Seeing this, the old man greeted: "It's all a family, what's going on standing around stupidly, come and come, come to the living room."

Saying that, he greeted the butler Bucha, and pulled Chu Xiao to the front with a smile.

And the man walking behind was about to follow up, but his steps paused, he looked back at Lu Xiaolei, and raised his eyebrows: "Lu Xiaolei?"

Lu Xiaolei didn't quite understand why someone knew his name, but he replied politely: "It's me."

The man's eyes widened, and he said, "Ah Xiao likes you very much."

Lu Xiaolei nodded blankly, but was even more puzzled in his heart.

Why does everyone in this house seem to be very familiar with his appearance.

Is Lu Xiaolei so famous?

Or—could it be that the original owner had abused a girl from their Fang family before?