There are three children in Kaifeng

Ding Zhaohui stepped into the door with one step.Zhang Long saw Ding Zhaohui, who was aggressive, and Ding San, who was lifting the curtain of the table to get in, and retreated out of the door tactfully, ready to invite his little friends to watch the show~

"Second brother! Listen to me..." Ding Yuehua saw that Ding Zhaohui's anger had not subsided, and was afraid that he would do something stupid in Kaifeng mansion on impulse.

"You don't need to talk!" Ding Zhaohui waved his hand, interrupted Ding Yuehua roughly, pulled Ding San out from under the table, grabbed her by the neck and made her stand opposite him.

Ding San thought that the bearded uncle in front of him wanted to kill her, so her legs shook rhythmically.

"Hey..." Unexpectedly, Ding Zhaohui swept away the anger on his face, sighed helplessly, and became the same as when Ding San saw him at the beginning, haggard and sad.

Ding Zhaohui looked directly into Ding San's eyes like a torch: "Boy, let me ask you, will you let Yuehua down?"

"Uh...no way." Ding San made him feel terrified, and quickly turned his face to avoid his laser rays, feeling amused in his heart, why should I let him down for nothing? Two said.

"Huh?! Will it or will it not!" Seeing Ding San hesitate, Ding Zhaohui immediately raised his eyebrows.

"Of course not!" Ding San straightened up immediately upon seeing the situation, and replied as if he had died heroically.

"That's good, you have to remember what you said today! Yuehua, come here!" Ding Zhaohui waved to Ding Yuehua, signaling him to stand beside Ding San.

Ding Zhaohui looked at Ding Yuehua with regret and said: "Yuehua, although I don't like this kid, but the rice has already been cooked, and a woman's name is a big deal. Since you like me, you don't object any more. You just come back with me." Songjiang Mansion, choose a date to get married!"

"What?" Ding Yuehua and Ding San shouted in surprise at the same time.

"Second brother, this won't work!" Ding Yuehua became anxious first.

"What's wrong, since you have a private life with him but don't get married, don't you insult my family style in Dingzhuang?! Hurry up and come back with me with this kid!" He said, grabbing Ding San's arm to pull it out.

"Ya Die, his second brother, your sister is a man..." Ding San hadn't finished speaking when he saw Ding Yuehua winking at her. Why don't you tell me?

"I'm afraid this is inappropriate." It was Zhan Zhao who persuaded him.

Ding Zhaohui put down Ding San's arm and asked in bewilderment, "Why?" He still trusts Zhan Zhao's character, and since he said something wrong, there must be his reason.

Zhan Zhao glanced at Ding San, the corner of his mouth curled up imperceptibly, and he said slowly: "Ding Daxia invited many martial arts heroes for your sister's marriage, and now after returning home, he asked your sister to marry this little brother Ding without a competition. I'm afraid it's hard to convince the public."

Ding San excitedly looked at Zhan Zhao and suddenly became enlightened. That’s right, didn’t Ding Zhaohui spread famous posts to compete in martial arts to recruit relatives? What he said was splashed, especially for a famous martial arts master like him who has an ID card. Wouldn't it make the world laugh at it? --clever!Ding Sanchong gave Zhan Zhao a thumbs up.

After being reminded by Zhan Zhao, Ding Zhaohui also thought of this question, looked at Zhan Zhao with a frown and asked, "Then what should we do according to Zhan Zhao's intention?"

Seeing Ding San winking at him over there, Zhan Zhao smiled slightly and said, "Why don't we let little brother Ding go to the ring as well, and make a formality, so that we can have an explanation to the heroes of the world."

Ding San instantly petrified——Zhan Miao, are you the rescuer sent by the monkey... You are playing to spoil the old paper! ! !

Ding Zhaohui hesitated for a moment, and cast a disgusted glance at Ding San from the corner of his eye: "Just him?"

"Hey~ Brother Ding didn't say that you must win the first place before marrying your younger sister. It's just that you can gather more heroes and talents through the form of martial arts competitions. Besides, there is no clear reason for who is attracted to whom in the matter of men and women. What~" Zhan Zhao said naturally.

Ding San raised his head and glanced at someone Zhan with a mischievous face, as if he smelled a smell called "revenge" in the air. The meaning of the ring competition system such as martial arts and recruiting relatives is completely based on the more ruthless, vicious and despicable spirit. Wouldn't it be her life to let her, a good young man who has no strength to restrain a chicken and has a good root, go to the ring?She slapped Zhan Zhao viciously, and Zhan Zhao smiled and turned his head to ignore her anger.

"Well, what Shaoxia Zhan said makes sense. I didn't think it through. If this is the case, Yuehua and I will go back to Songjiang Mansion to prepare for a martial arts competition to recruit relatives. Then I hope Shaoxia Zhan can appreciate it." Ding Zhaohui cupped his hands, and then looked at it worriedly. Glancing at Ding San, he felt troubled and asked Zhan Zhao, "Then this Ding San?"

"Don't worry, Zhan will live up to the entrustment and go with Ding San brothers." Zhan Zhao also smiled and cupped his hands at Ding Zhaohui, very happy.

Ding Zhaohui thought for a while, since Ding San could have "Nan Xia" as his guarantee, there should be something special about him, so he felt relieved, and even dragged Ding Yuehua away without even having the chance to say goodbye. If I don't give it to him, I'm afraid that he will have some troubles again.

"Master Zhan!" Ding Zhaohui jumped angrily as soon as he left the house.

"Huh?" Zhan Zhao looked like he didn't answer.

Ding San became angry when he saw Zhan Zhao's appearance, raised his eyebrows and said angrily: "We have no grudges with you in the past, and we have no grudges in the near future, why are you hurting me?!"

"Is there?" Zhan Zhao replied leisurely, and sat down leisurely, picked up the tea bowl on the table and studied it carefully, as if there were flowers on the white porcelain tea bowl.

Ding San stomped his feet angrily: "You asked me to fight in the ring, didn't you want my life!"

"Aren't you good at running, hide away! Besides, you and her 'sister' are 'same room', shouldn't you explain to your brother?" Zhan Zhao looked at her with a harmless smile.

Ding San glared at him: "You don't come here, your fists and feet have no eyes, can I hide? There is a pervert in Jinlong Temple, what's wrong with you not being here in the middle of the night and I went to look for him?"

"I don't know, I'm not him." Zhan Zhao began to play a rogue.

"Cough..." Mr. Gongsun, who stood at the door for a long time, finally couldn't help coughing: "Guard Zhan, Eunuch Chen from the palace has ordered you to go to the palace."

Zhan Zhao frowned, thinking in his heart, this Eunuch Chen came at an inappropriate time... Then he smiled and said to Mr. Gongsun, "I'll be there soon, Mr. Gongsun, please take care of little brother Ding San, before I come back Don't let him go out of Kaifeng Mansion." Before leaving, he gave Ding San a "charming" smile.

As soon as he retreated, Ding San immediately lay down on the table dejectedly, buried his head deeply in the crook of his arms, and Mr. Gongsun rushed over immediately: "San'er, you didn't know why you left in the morning, why are you coming back now?" What happened to you and Zhanwei just now?"

Ding San raised his head, took a deep breath, and turned to Mr. Gongsun: "Sir, have the guards of your family been so wicked all the time?"

"Wonderful? It's still... okay, except that sometimes the eyes are a little scary, everything else is fine..." Mr. Gongsun hesitated.

Ding Sanchang sighed and said: "Sir, please remember my face well, maybe I will never see you again in the future."

"Why, you still have to go?" Mr. Gongsun sounded awkward, and what he said seemed to be parting from life and death.

Ding San stretched his waist, said with a bitter face, "Yes, I'm rushing to die."

Mr. Gongsun was stunned when he heard this, and didn't understand what she meant, so he quickly asked, "What happened?"

"It's not because of your home guard." Ding San told Mr. Gongsun about the cause and effect, and Mr. Gongsun frowned and said, "Then you are really miserable..."

Hearing that Mr. Gongsun also began to sympathize with her, Ding San hurriedly went up to her while the iron was hot and begged pitifully: "Yes, sir, you think I'm miserable too, don't you, then let me go."

Mr. Gongsun scratched his head, with a troubled expression on his face: "It's hard to handle, Mr. Zhan explained..."

"Sir, I know a way to remove fine lines on the face." Ding San immediately raised his index finger and shook it in front of Mr. Gongsun's face, seductively.

Mr. Gongsun's eyes really shined: "What method?"

"Let me go and I'll tell you." Ding San put his hands behind his back and looked at Mr. Gongsun slyly.

Mr. Gongsun frowned and struggled for a long time, and finally sighed lightly: "Forget it." After speaking, he got up and told Ding San: "Don't worry, the Zhan guards have a sense of propriety in doing things. I'll let you die." After giving the instructions, he twisted and walked away.

It will not be fatal...Ding Sanyi was terrified by Mr. Gongsun's seemingly comforting words all morning.

……

"Where are you going?" Zhang Long stretched out an arm to stop Ding San who was about to go out.

"Yo~ Lao Zhang, I'm going to buy some fruit." Ding San hurriedly followed suit with a playful smile, but Zhang Long didn't intend to take his arm away at all. He glanced at Ding San's baggage and said with a smile: "What do you want to eat? Uncle Zhang, the back cook, has them all."

Ding San touched his neck and quickly changed his excuse: "Then I'll go out for a stroll."

"Walking around, what are you doing with your backpack?" Zhang Long pointed to the baggage behind Ding San, and said with a smile.

Ding San wrinkled his face, stretched out his hands and scratched his cheeks, and said to Zhang Long helplessly, "I mean, Lao Zhang, I'm not a prisoner, so I can't go out for a walk, everyone is so familiar..."

Zhang Long also imitated Ding San and sighed: "Yes, everyone is so familiar, Master Zhan explained, don't make it difficult for me, right?"

Ding San muttered angrily: "Dead cat, pretending to be a public servant!" Pouting at Zhang Long, he went back angrily.

Whether it's the front door, the back door or the side door, Ding San made many attempts, and without exception, all the people "as told by Mr. Zhan" were dragged back. She tossed and tossed until night before she finally gave up struggling.

"Dead cat, I'm not a prisoner, why should I be detained and not let me go out!" In the courtyard, Ding San leaned on his chin and was angry at the moon in the sky.

"Yo~ I really didn't expect that there are people in this Kaifeng mansion who share the same goals as the Fifth Lord." A pleasant voice floated into Ding San's ears.

Ding San heard the reputation and looked over, and saw a man in white leaning on a tree, with a gorgeous and handsome face, frivolous eyebrows, peach blossom eyes looking up and down Ding San, with a half-smile, Ding San asked curiously: "What kind of like-minded people are there?" ?”

The man fixed his eyes on Ding San's face, and then smiled, "Why don't you ask me who I am? Don't you usually ask this sentence?"

Ding San looked at the handsome man on the tree, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "If you wanted to say it, you would have said it a long time ago."

The man tilted his head and asked again: "Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person?"

"You would have killed me long ago." Ding San rolled his eyes at him. He didn't know when he climbed the tree. Such a difficult technique can be done. It's not like playing with himself if he really wants to kill himself.

The man sighed, he seemed to give up on Ding San's incomprehensible style, he changed the subject and asked, "The dead cat won't let you out?"

"Yeah, you know Zhan Zhao too?" Ding San finally understood why he said he was "like-minded" with him. It turned out that they were both members of the "Dead Cat" party.

"I don't know." The man on the tree raised his head and tilted his mouth, admiring the moonlight in the courtyard. He was dressed in white and had black hair. People are more beautiful than the bright moon in the sky.

Tsk tsk, Ding San put away the crystal-clear hala at the corners of his mouth, and thought to himself, men can grow up like this, and it will make us die, and we must not wear women's clothing in the future, otherwise we will feel inferior in this dynasty... Ding Sanyang With a soft smile on his face, he asked, "I don't know you and call him a dead cat."

"Isn't he already?" The man in white floated down gracefully like a fallen leaf, and said jokingly as he opened the folding fan with a "snap".

When Ding San heard the man's answer, he suddenly felt like he wanted to see him later: "Finally someone who understands, hero, what's your surname?"

The man bent his mouth, looked at Ding San with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and showed a sly smile: "You can call me Fifth Lord."

"Hi, fifth master, I'm Ding San." Ding San introduced himself to the man in white with a bow and bow, but he was very upset in his heart.

The man gently shook the paper fan, stood side by side with Ding San, continued to appreciate the moonlight, and casually asked, "What's wrong with you and the dead cat?"

Ding San really doesn't know what's so good about the moon, but Ding San is full of anger about this issue:

"It's a big holiday! He asked me to marry a man, and let me be a weak woman who has no strength to restrain her... The man went to a martial arts competition to recruit a wife." She stuck out her tongue, almost slipping the tongue.

The man closed his paper fan, obviously shocked: "So wicked?"

"No, why don't you call him a dead cat?" Ding San curled his lips to express his agreement, then turned to the man in white and asked, "Look at you, you seem to have a deep relationship with him, don't you?" Say you don't know him?"

"I don't know him, but he chose the wrong name and violated Fifth Master's taboo. Fifth Master came to settle accounts with him today." After saying this, the man's eyes changed, as if he had something to do with Zhan Zhao It's the same as the sworn hatred.

Ding San thought to himself, there are so many wonders in the world. If the name violated the taboo, it would end up in trouble, and even dared to visit the Kaifeng mansion at night to find "Nan Xia" to single out. Is this the legendary artist who is bold? ?

Although he was looking forward to watching Zhan Miao's good show, Ding San still expressed his regret after considering the actual situation: "It's not the right time for you to come today."

"why?"

"He went to the palace today, and he hasn't come back yet." Ding Sanyi spread his hands and shrugged.

"That's really boring, so I'll have to come back another day." The man in white lost all interest and turned around to leave.

Ding San looked at the high walls of Kaifeng Mansion, rolled his eyes, and suddenly thought of an excellent idea: "The hero stays!"

"Why?" The man in white turned around and looked at Ding San in confusion.

Ding San immediately smiled like a little chrysanthemum, and said flatteringly, "Hero, take me with you."

"What's the benefit of taking you away?" The man in white squinted at her.

Ding San rubbed his hands and leaned forward: "Tsk, what do you think, he wanted to detain me here, but I was taken away by you. Do you think it will hurt his self-esteem as a fourth-rank imperial guard with a sword?"

"What you said seems to be interesting." The man leaned on his chin with a fan and began to think about this issue seriously.

Seeing that there was something interesting, Ding San hurriedly followed him further and continued to flirt: "Hero, to be honest, my younger brother originally wanted to go outside for a while. If Zhan Zhaofei didn't let me marry a man, I would not be here in Bianjing long ago. Hero you He is imposing and suave, and at first glance, he is not something in the pool. Then Zhan Zhao is not even a little bit behind you, even half a toe of the hero can't keep up with you. How about I throw away the dark and turn to the light to hang out with you~"

"Good boy, you said that, Fifth Master's heart is deep, because of your words, Fifth Master will take you away, but..." The man in white hesitated for a moment and began to look around.

"Fifth Master, what are you looking for?" Ding San doggedly helped him look around, for fear that he would change his mind if he changed his temper.

"You can't come here in vain. You have to leave a commemorative inscription or something. There is no open space around here..."

Ding San rolled his eyes, how many words he wanted to write in the open space... Seeing that he didn't intend to give up, she could only help him find it, and suddenly she had a flash of inspiration, and said with an evil smile: "Fifth Lord, show off!" Isn't the adult's room the best message board~"

The two looked at each other, then slipped into Zhan Zhao's room with a sinister smile...

……

"Where's Ding San!" Early the next morning, Zhan Zhao asked the people in Kaifeng Mansion with a stern face.

"Aren't you in the house?" Mr. Gongsun rubbed his sleepy eyes and wondered.

"Did anyone come here yesterday?" Zhan Zhao's voice was as cold as ice, and Mr. Gongsun suddenly shivered, as if a chill had penetrated his body, and he immediately regained his energy: "No, what's the matter?"

Zhan Zhao still had a sullen face, with a murderous look in his eyes—the door of his bedroom was wide open, and a hello Kitty wearing an official hat was painted on the wall facing the door. Next to the cute cat, there was a line of flamboyant characters: "Jin Hairy mouse Bai Yutang is here for a visit!"