[Rat cat] The legend of Lou Xiaochong

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, ladies and gentlemen wander around.

Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, it has been more than [-] years of peaceful days. When the elders respectfully worshiped and entered the Beijing Dragon Chariot, the urchins who were lucky enough to still be alive have also arrived. It's the age when I rocked a rocking chair and told my great-grandson about the deeds of that year.After all, we are in the Great Song Dynasty, with a large place and strong confidence. Even if there were some floods and droughts in the previous year, it will be enough for sericulture and the people can live in peace.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the New Year's Eve is almost over. Taking advantage of the last day, all the people, young and old, tried their best to have fun with him.

Zhan Zhao walked slowly along this bustling street.He didn't wear an official robe tonight, just a blue shirt as usual, and he chose to walk in places where the lanterns were not very bright, just secretly paying attention to the teahouses and restaurants on both sides.

If it were the white mouse, no matter where it walked, it would not be quiet—it was inevitable that Yingying, Yanyan would be surrounded by a group, right?

Walking like this, Zhan Zhao's mind wandered until a person appeared in front of him.

A man dressed all in black, with one hand behind his back and the other hand stretched out, blocked Zhan Zhao's way: "Guard Zhan, my master is here to invite you."

Zhan Zhao glanced lightly, and saw that the skeleton figure in front of him was a master who had been a bodyguard for no less than three or five years, and his status would not be low.

Followed this brother into the restaurant on the side, went up the steps, entered the private seat, raised his eyes and glanced hurriedly, it turned out to be the Eighth Prince Zhao Defang.

It was the King of Xiangyang who sat and chatted with the Eighth Prince.

These two uncles and lords are here, and Zhan Zhao, a small fourth-rank guard with a knife, of course has to bow down immediately.After the ceremony, the Eighth Prince smiled and said to the King of Xiangyang: "This is the child, and he has been in Kaifeng for a year. It is a pity that the emperor was not there at the Yaowu Building last year. I didn't see his three-handed unique skill. That's called it." There is no civil and military man in the Manchu Dynasty who is not applauded."

Zhan Zhao stood at the bottom, said a few words modestly according to Li, and said in his heart: The Eighth Prince and the King of Xiangyang belong to the same clan, so there is nothing wrong with having a drink here, but I don't know which one Shen Zhongyuan mentioned... Did Master Bao pass it through? A little word of mouth to the Eighth Prince?

He quietly glanced at the black-clothed guard who led him up just now. The brother stood behind King Xiangyang, with his back straight and his eyes fixed, his appearance was very ordinary.I don't know what these two people mean by asking me to come up. Could it be that they are really just curious to see him, a young boy who has just jumped from the rivers and lakes to the court?

Looking at the King of Xiangyang from a close distance, he felt more amiable than watching from a distance. If he had to describe it, he was three points similar to the Eighth Prince.That's right, they are older brothers and younger brothers.

Not only did he look amiable, the King of Xiangyang also enthusiastically asked someone to move a stool for Zhan Zhao to sit on.But as I said earlier, in this room the majestic Second King is above him, how can he sit comfortably as a military officer of the fourth rank, Zhan Zhao repeatedly declined.

Just as he gave way and humbled, there was a commotion in the corridor outside.

The waiter's footsteps were messy, and his tone was anxious: "My lord! You really can't go in, the whole floor is covered! If you collide..."

"If you talk about a collision, you will be out of touch. Let me tell you, the fifth master knows everyone here—" It's a white mouse?Zhan Zhao couldn't help but look towards the door panel. The elder brother standing next to the king of Xiangyang had already pressed the handle of the knife and pulled his steps, but was stopped by the king of Xiangyang with a wave of his hand: "Every year and festival is to have fun with the people. Good time——Let me tell you, old man, you can get over this matter if you book the place. Heizi, don’t get rough with people, just tell them, be more polite.”

But the black-clothed guards silently nodded their heads before leaving. The door over there had already opened, and the pairs of guards who were guarding outside were silent.

Only a Chinchilla Bai Yutang swaggered into the room, looked around, and then smiled at Zhan Zhao in surprise, "Hey, Kitten Zhan—ah, the grass-roots Bai Yutang pays his respects to the Eighth Prince, to this prince! Eighth Prince, are you safe and sound?"

"Thanks to Young Master Bai." The Eighth Prince smiled gently and brightly, and introduced to the King of Xiangyang with his left hand, "This Young Master Bai is also a well-known figure nowadays. In terms of martial arts and appearance, he is excellent."

When a prince said so, the guards standing on the side of course lost their eyes at most, and they would not dare to miss anything when they were supposed to move the stools and pour water.

Bai Wuye was also lawless, and the King of Xiangyang would just sit down after a few words of persuasion; if he didn't say anything, he even pulled Zhan Zhao to sit with him.

Everyone with long eyes in the room was watching. If Zhan Zhao felt dissatisfied, he couldn't blow it out in front of the two lords, could he?It's not easy to tear up with him, so I had to sit down on the sidelines, sweeping the two paws of the white mouse from the corner of the eye and tinkering there.

The white mouse tapped the two chopsticks together a few times, then suddenly raised its face and smiled at the Prince of Xiangyang: "My lord, I heard that Xiangyang is warmer than Kaifeng? Is it snowing now?"

The king of Xiangyang was stunned for a while before he answered with a smile: "Snow doesn't fall often, and the snow scene is still not as good as that of Kaifeng. But there are more plants, flowers and trees, and spring flowers bloom earlier - this king sees Bai Shaoxia too. Poetry and wine are elegant people, if you don’t want to go back to my Xiangzhou together in the future, my friends in the rivers and lakes will not abandon me there, there are hundreds and ten heroes here." As he spoke, he raised the wine cup to respect the Eighth Prince, and then He lowered his eyelids and took a sip of his wine.

The Eighth Prince also raised his glass, covered his sleeves to touch his lips, and turned his head to look around at the two borrowed seats at the table, whether intentionally or not.

Zhan Zhao had a thought, but he didn't show it on his face, but Bai Yutang next to him was enthusiastically pulling the King of Xiangyang to inquire, asking about the beautiful scenery and interesting places in and outside the city of Xiangyang, looking eager I can't wait to rush to play overnight.

In the end, Bai Yutang tossed the wine glass casually, put his arm on Zhan Zhao's shoulder: "Hey, Mr. Cat, don't be so ignorant, when spring comes, let's go for a walk in Xiangyang together?"

For a moment, Zhan Zhao felt the hairs all over his body stand on end, but it was only for a moment.The white mouse didn't really try to lean forward, but just pretended to lean on it; it didn't stare at him, and after losing its eyes, it turned to the Eighth Prince: "By the way, Prince, the one I drank at your house last time The wine is very good, when the next jar is dug out, don’t hide it!” He pointed to himself, “Caomin, I have the best nose, and I can smell if there are cats fighting across three streets, you old man You can't lie to me!"

"You child, what did this king lie to you for?" The eighth prince was also famous for his good temper, but he just smiled, nodded, drank, and greeted his imperial brother.

When the lights dimmed, the two kings parted ways, Zhan Zhao grabbed Bai Yutang.

In this back alley, there are not many pedestrians, only naughty boys from nearby houses occasionally chased and ran with lanterns.Zhan Zhao stopped Bai Yutang, but found that he didn't know what to say - he planned to ask him if he was related to the theft of the Eighth Prince's Mansion, but in the scene just now, this white mouse was somehow familiar with the Eighth Prince ?

However, without saying anything, he had already stopped the person, still in such a dark alley.

Zhan Zhao didn't speak, neither did Bai Yutang, they just leaned against the wall with their arms folded, and smiled at him.

After meeting each other for a long time, the two suddenly sighed in unison.

Zhan Zhao awkwardly turned his head to study the cracks in the bricks on the wall, Bai Yutang laughed outright, and patted Zhan Zhao on the shoulder.

"Cough." Bai Yutang finally suppressed his smile and apologized slightly, "I won't tease you anymore, let me tell you what's going on—"

It turned out that on the fifth day of the first lunar month, Bai Yutang had indeed touched the Eight Princes' Mansion.

"And then?" Zhan Zhao frowned slightly.

"Then I found out that there was a kid who arrived earlier than the fifth master. Hey, there really is him! This kid is so-so in terms of skill, he can be regarded as first-class, but he is a little timid. He even changed into a black suit and sneaked all the way. At the corner of the wall and the eaves, you should be careful, tsk tsk."

It's normal for night detectives to change into black clothes, Zhan Zhao slightly rolled his eyes, and listened to him continue.

"He just rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and only picked up the worthless letters. How can Fifth Master not understand if he is so smart, this is the same as Fifth Master." Bai Yutang moved his hands and feet, "It's really cold, otherwise we will find Let's sit in a store? Or go to your place in Kaifeng Mansion..."

"Fifth Bai Lord has profound skills, so he should not be afraid of the severe cold." Zhan Zhao cut off his words, and asked, "Then, did you team up with that night detective?"

Alright, Bai Yutang spread his hands: "If you don't want to go, don't go, relax a bit - how can Fifth Master join hands with him? Talking about spying on Fifth Master at night, he is his ancestor. Oh, the twists and turns are long-winded, In short, the fifth master looked at him clumsy and wicked... he didn't look like a promising person, so he helped him a little."

help?Zhan Zhao frowned even tighter.

"Well, it's just to see if he should turn over or not, and the fifth master will quietly do it for him; to see where he has turned it over and tidy it up, and the fifth master will quietly make a mess for him again, that's it."

"...So, fifth master Bai, what did you do that night?" Zhan Zhao decided to be straightforward.

"It's very simple, go drink with the Eighth Prince." Bai Yutang stared at Zhan Zhao's face, seeing that his sword eyebrows were about to stand up again, and quickly added: "After messing with that bastard, I thought that since I found out about the Eighth Prince It's okay, we are the hero Bai Wuye, how could we not leave a name, so we went to find your beloved Eighth Prince, told him we were right, and he invited me to have a drink together——yes, The wine in his house is actually soft and lukewarm, without any strength at all."

Zhan Zhao didn't care about the wine in the Eighth Prince's Mansion, what he cared about was: "...Bai Yutang, don't you realize that this action is too reckless?"

I thought that Bai Yutang must have waved his hand carelessly again to show that this is a trivial matter in the eyes of the Jianghu people, but unexpectedly, Bai Yutang nodded: "It was really reckless. Later I thought too, I just jumped in through the window like that , in case the Eighth Prince is with a concubine...Hey, Zhan Zhao, don't leave! I didn't know that even a prince like you in Kaifeng Mansion is not a womanizer!"

The author has something to say:

So, it is impossible for the white mouse to be thrown into a prison with my own mother around!

At the worst, I still have the [30 Years of Concentration God] skill that can be activated!