treacherous beauty

Xue Yong held back his laughter and said seriously: "Lord Duan, the law of the current dynasty does not regard men as private prostitutes. If your lord accepts this case according to the law, I'm afraid there will be no grounds to rely on."

The Jian Dynasty has always regarded male sex as a romantic and elegant thing, and it must be followed if it is good, let alone promulgated laws to prohibit it.

"I don't dare to accept Mr. Xue's case." Duan Ming got up and walked down, squinting his eyes and snorted coldly: "If you accept it, people in the world will laugh at me for not knowing how to be romantic, and I can't tolerate your young people's flirtatiousness." , that’s all.”

He has a yellow face with fine features, hooked nose and thin lips, and two mustaches. His eyes are sly, and he can be seen as a scheming person.

After finishing speaking, he let out a loud voice: "Come here, see off the guests."

"My lord..." Without waiting for another word, Duan Ming waved his hand and invited Xue Yong out.

Xue Yong's details, how can he, a small Dali Temple Chancellor, dare to investigate.

The muddy waters of the Chen and Wei families should be avoided if possible.

When Murong Ting heard that Duan Ming let Xue Yong go just like that, he snorted, "This old fox."

"Young master didn't expect him to find out anything." Murong Ye continued.

The more Duan Ming joked, the more suspicious Xue Yong's details became.

The snow is clear, and the long street has just started a day of hustle and bustle.

"Young master, please order, 300 taels of silver, I will put away this jade pendant." The owner of Jingfeng Pawnshop saw the goods in Xue Yong's hand early in the morning, and gave the price quite sincerely.

"Thanks."

Before the bank notes were collected, sword energy flashed suddenly, and the pawnbroker fell to the ground with a muffled grunt, fainting from fright.

The smell of blood filled the air, Xue Yong covered his nose and took two steps back, shook his head, and said to the people: "Brother Jing, bullying others is not good."

Jing Zhen turned his sword and pressed towards him: "Xue Yong."

"It's just an ordinary jade pendant in the palace." Xue Yong glanced lightly at the jade pendant that fell on the ground: "Xue's house was destroyed and he had nowhere to live. This is a last resort..."

Jing Zhen sneered and said, "You are looking for death and bumping into Wei's face, no one else is to blame."

Although the Wei family showed that they were not as domineering as the Chen family, but they had kept the Wei family army at the border for so many years, and it was hard to guarantee that they would not have Sima Zhao's heart.

Fu Xijian's hair could be broken by blowing, approaching his throat inch by inch.

Xue Yong pinched his sword with two fingers: "Brother Jing, the person Xue Yong can't offend in this capital is Your Excellency."

"You..." Jing Zhen said no more nonsense: "Today, I will get rid of your infidelity for Your Majesty."

"Master Jing, tsk, this must be the title of the world's number one husband."

Jing Zhen was about to fall with his sword in his hand, when suddenly someone flicked his sleeve and stopped him in the air. Startled, he sneered, "Mr. Chen, what a coincidence."

"Coincidentally." Chen Huan shook his head: "I don't know what taboo I have committed recently. I can meet mad dogs everywhere. I really want to go to the temple tomorrow to burn high incense and ask the Buddha to bless me."

Jing Zhen held his breath, and said with a light smile, "Jing feels the same way."

"Master Jing." Chen Huan took out a token from his waist, lingered in the air, and said with a half-smile, "Get lost."

Purple Ribbon Order.

Seeing the token is like seeing the king.

In an instant, Jing Zhen's face changed.

This was given to the Chen family by the emperor the year after he ascended the throne, how much of it was grateful to the Chen family for supporting him in the position, and how much of it was coerced and helpless, outsiders don't know.

In the early years, Jian Chengcong intended to withdraw the Purple Ribbon Order, but seeing that the Chen family had never used it to suppress others, he gradually forgot about it.

I don't want Chen Huan to show it off at this moment.

"Tsk." Chen Huan leaned closer and put his fingers on Xue Yong's chin: "My son is one step late, and such a lovely person will be gone."

"Thank you, Second Young Master Chen, for saving your life." Xue Yong glanced at the handsome man behind him, bent his eyes and smiled, and said, "Is this Young Master Su?"

The great prime minister, Chen Ying, has recruited countless talents under his door, and this new recruit, Su Muchen, is even more talented and highly valued by the Chen family. In a short time, he will be an official of the fifth rank or above, and stand in the court hall Alright.

Su Muchen caught Xue Yong's gaze, and didn't look at him directly, but said with a bit of contempt: "Mr. Xue."

Xue Yong smiled lightly: "I have long admired you."

Su Muchen looked at Xue Yong and whispered in Chen Huan's ear, "Little General Jing'an came back in a hurry this time. His Xiaoyun hair is tired and sick, and it's useless to change a dozen grooms. I heard that When Mr. Xue was in the palace, he liked to take care of the horse for His Majesty the most, he was quite experienced, how about—”

"Groom?" Chen Huan was taken aback for a moment, and then pretended to be solemn: "Don't dare, dare not."

No matter how declining the Xue family is, no matter how humble Xue Yong is, they are also people played by the emperor. The Wei family has always treated the royal family with courtesy, and they will definitely not use Jian Chengcong's people to take care of the horses in the mansion.

"Hehehe, I'm just joking, look, you scared the second young master Chen." Su Muchen winked at Xue Yong, and pulled him to leave.

The Wei family is timid. Since the generation of Wei Xian, they have held military power for more than [-] years, but they dare not covet half of the throne. Even Jian Chengcong, a dou, is loyal to the Mingjun.

That's why Wei Xuanlang was a little arrogant and dared to set fire to Xue's house.

But it was the first time that Yumian Shura could do this.

"Mr. Chen and Mr. Su." Xue Yong stopped them at this moment: "I offended the little general Jing'an last night, and I am willing to feed the horses for the little general at Duke Wei's mansion in order to atone for the crime of disrespect last night. Please recommend the two sons."

Hearing this, Chen Huan suddenly turned around and circled him half a circle: "Yo, according to Mr. Xue, did Xuanlang suffer last night?"

He seemed to have realized something, and whispered in Xue Yong's ear: "No wonder Jing'an wanted to burn Xue's house, so it was for this reason."

After speaking, he laughed out loud.

These words made Su Muchen feel a little awkward, and he laughed dryly: "Second Young Master, some words are meaningless if you say them."

"Spoken words." Chen Huan raised his hand and patted the corner of his mouth with a fan: "Since Mr. Xue said so, Mu Chen, do you think we should?"

"Naturally." Su Muchen said with a smile.

Duke of Wei.

Xiao Yunzhao was only four years old, a male war horse, he followed Wei Xuanlang in Yinhuguan since he was born, and he was raised in the desolate and cold place all the year round. I don't know how many military exploits I have made at my age.

But as soon as he arrived in the capital, he didn't know whether it was acclimatization or horse plague, so he fell ill as soon as he said it.

The anxious Murongting and Murongye brothers wandered around, unable to find a groom who could take good care of it.

If the horse master is gone, the two brothers will have to apologize from the palace.

"Yo, Second Young Master Chen is here?" Murong Ting greeted him out of the door after receiving the post, and said with a mournful smile, "Our Young Master and Grand Duke went out early in the morning, Second Young Master is waiting inside the mansion?"

He didn't even glance at Su Muchen and Xue Yong, but he secretly drummed in his heart: What are these two guys doing here?

"Brother Murong, I'll send you a wonderful man." Chen Huan pointed at Xue Yong, and pulled Murong Ting to mutter a few words.

Murong Ting was stunned for a moment, squinting at Xue Yong: "Don't, if my young master finds out, why don't you tear me up and feed the horses?"

Pooh!

Even if he wants to give up his life to feed the horse, I'm afraid his son will think his meat stinks.

Chen Huan pulled him to whisper for a while, Murong Ting blinked, and reluctantly said: "All right. Since Mr. Xue recommended himself, if the Wei family doesn't know how to praise, it will inevitably be regarded as pretending to be noble. I'm afraid that Mr. Xue will be wronged gone."

"Be polite." Xue Yong had a friendly face, and seemed to be easier to talk to than anyone else.

When Chen Yang saw that there was a door, he quickly found an excuse and dragged Su Muchen away.

I'm afraid that Murong Ting will go back on his word.

Naturally, it is impossible for a certain person to regret it. At this moment, he was looking at Xue Yong with evil intentions, and put a fake smile on his face: "Please, Mr. Xue."

Deliver it to your door, very good.

Xue Yong pretended not to see it, and smiled: "Please."

Duke Wei's mansion covers an area of ​​seven acres, occupying most of the alley. The first four entrances are in the yard, and there are more than thirty houses. Each two entrances are surrounded by flower corridors. On the flower vines, there is also a unique artistic conception.

Murong Ting didn't have the mood to lead people to enjoy the Wei Mansion, he walked straight through the corridors, until he reached the stable in the backyard, then stopped and said: "Mr. The son stays."

Xue Yong bent his eyes and smiled, the cinnabar on his forehead was reflected in the white snow, it was extremely enchanting, this made Murong Ting stare straight for a long time: "Mr. Xue, if you think this place is dirty, our brothers..."

Can also lay the floor.

He swallowed the half-compassionate and half-inviting words, and thought, if the palace sand on your face disappears, the two of us brothers may not be able to wash off cleanly.

"It's good here." Xue Yong said with a smile.

Such a large yard, isolated from the hustle and bustle, and accompanied by dozens of horses, is so comfortable, it is really a treasure that you can only wish for.

"Mr. Xue, let's make an agreement. If you can't handle our son's horse, I can..." But in a flash, Murong Ting turned his back.

"Don't worry." Xue Yong smiled calmly, and took his words to heart.

Murong Ting explained a few more words and left in a hurry.

Xue Yong stepped forward and patted Xiao Yunzhao: "I said brother, it seems that you are sick from eating too much."

After finishing speaking, he turned Xiao Yunzhao's horse feed, poured out two-thirds, and put it back into the trough.

The half-sized foal gave a long howl and raised its hooves, as if it was very unhappy that its rations were deducted.

Xue Yong stroked the mane on the horse's neck, feeling slightly absent-minded.

This horse is estimated to be stable for some time.

A gust of wind swirled up from the ground, rolling snow particles towards his face, Xue Yong didn't reach out to wipe it off, his eyes were fixed on the person who came: "General Jing'an."

Today, Wei Xuanlang was wearing cyan uniform and his black hair was partly draped, which added a bit of elegance to the already extremely heroic young general. Under the silver mask, he also looked at Xue Yong with calm black eyes.

It was as if what happened that night never happened at all.

This is the ruthless person.

Xue Yong sighed secretly.

Wei Xuanlang didn't ask him why he appeared here, presumably the Murong brothers have already reported the matter, Xue Yong didn't say much, just bent his eyebrows and smiled, and looked at Xiao Yunzhao again.

"Mr. Xue, what Wei said that day was not clear enough?"