[Comprehensive martial arts] Protect our little prince

Zhao Mingyu felt that his words were very vivid. The Raksha Sect was more powerful than those small countries in the Western Regions. Yu Luocha was sitting on more than half of the wealth in the Western Regions. The emperor was too poor, so he came here specially to tell him that half of the small money he got after killing Shi Guanyin would be shared with him. What is it if it is not targeted poverty alleviation?

Helping the poor and helping the poor Song people, if he hadn't sacrificed a lot, how could Yu Luosha, a big devil in a foreign country, have such awareness?

It's fine if the brother doesn't talk about boasting, but he can still spank his ass ruthlessly. It's a pity that his butt is still swollen. If it wasn't for the cold clothes in late autumn, people might notice it when he went out.

Then how to explain that he didn't gain weight on his face, but only on his butt?

Help, he really still wants a face.

Zhao Mingning looked at the little ancestor who was standing at the door and refused to come in, and sighed endlessly. He knew that what he was talking about was nonsense, but he still wanted to speak, "Ming Yu, Yu Luocha has deep thoughts, you can't get too close to him."

"Brother, I am not only deep-minded, but also have bad intentions and evil intentions. Don't worry, I will never be bullied when I am the only one who bullies others when I am away from home." The little prince said boldly. People, the good and bad people outside, men and women, can't hide it from him as long as they look at each other.

The world outside is not peaceful, he runs away when he sees a red name, and only talks to others when he sees a green name, he is cautious like walking on eggshells, there is no more worry-free child than him.

His Majesty the Emperor had no choice but to support his forehead, just like this, with bad intentions, ulterior motives, and malicious intentions?

Does the brat know what those three words mean?

Zhao Mingning pinched the corner of the table to calm down, and after a long silence, he continued, "Come here, take off your clothes, and brother will give you the medicine."

The little prince shrank back vigilantly, "I don't, why didn't you know how to be gentle when you hit me, it's too late to take medicine now."

Since ancient times, the heroic tomb of the gentle township, my young master, I am proud, mighty and unyielding, and I will never indulge in the false gentle township. If I want to hit a stick and then give a date, there is no way.

"Keep busy. The young master is seriously injured and needs to rest in bed. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do. People who are convalescing can't stand it. If the injury gets worse, you will add to the crime." Zhao Mingyu threatened ferociously, and after finishing speaking He turned his head and left, completely forgetting the purpose of the Imperial Study Room in the future.

Zhao Mingning clicked his tongue, just like this, and still thinking deeply, the little fools of their family can only deceive themselves and others.

The little prince squatted over and went back aggressively. He didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all. It wasn't until he got back on the bed and touched his swollen butt little by little that he suddenly realized why he went to the imperial study room in pain. What.

Holy shit, he didn't go to Xingshi to ask the blame, he used to ask if Brother Jiu was angry when he left, as the one who broke things, where did he have the qualifications to ask the teacher?

It's all bad brother stinky, if he hadn't suddenly brought up Yu Luocha and diverted the topic away, how could he have completely forgotten Brother Jiu?

Woooooo~ Ninth brother, don't worry, I will go to you when my brother has money, and you must believe me.

Zhao Mingyu called the gold ingot who was guarding outside, took out the medicine bottle and lay down on the bed, while waiting for the medicine to be applied, he asked. He had other sources of news, not his own brother.

"King Taiping is guarding the gate of the palace. The son and the people from the other courts move separately. They will be together after leaving Bianjing. The father and son are like marching and fighting. The son just wants to leave quickly, so there should be no time to get angry. "

"Poor Uncle Wang, he failed to take Brother Nine away again this year." The little prince held his face and sighed, "How many years has this been here, maybe seven or eight years?"

Jin Ding carefully applied the medicine to his bruised buttocks, closed the medicine bottle and replied, "This year is already the eighth year."

"I still can't figure out why Brother Nine and Uncle Wang have such a trouble. They still haven't told me the reason. I'm confused by guessing." Zhao Mingyu muttered softly. He really didn't feel peaceful. Wang would do something unforgivable, but if he had done nothing wrong, his brother would not have allowed Gong Jiu to mess around for so many years.

When he was a child, he envied Gong Jiu. At that time, Gong Jiu was not Gong Jiu, but simply Zhao Mingyue, the heir of Prince Taiping.

Uncle Taiping Wang is such a good father, he can fight and loves his children, there is no Yingying Yanyan in the family, there is only Wangfei as the hostess, and brother Mingyue is a single seedling.

At that time, he dreamed of becoming a child of Prince Taiping's mansion. The palace was too bad. If he had been born in Prince Taiping's mansion, his elder brother would not have been tossed so hard. Without him being in the hands of the empress dowager, could the empress hold it to death? It is not necessarily true that the rights will be held until the end of life.

Then, within a few years, Princess Taiping passed away, and the situation in the palace changed after that.

If his brother hadn't seen something was wrong in time, and forced Gong Jiu to stay in another courtyard in the capital for two years, the father and son might not have been chasing each other to hide, but would have hacked each other to death with a knife.

That's not right, Uncle Wang did something wrong, so he probably wouldn't fight back, that is Brother Jiu unilaterally hacking Uncle Taiping with a knife.

Oh my god, Brother Ninth's martial arts are so powerful, swords don't have eyes, if something really happens to Uncle Wang, wouldn't Brother Nine kill his father?

Fortunately, my brother was witty and separated the two of them in time, otherwise the two of them might not be able to keep one of them. My brother is the strongest and my brother is the best brother in the world.

Jin Ding tidied up his things lightly, pretending that he hadn't heard the little master's hint, that he didn't know what was going on in Taiping Prince's Mansion, even if he knew, as long as the emperor didn't let go, he wouldn't dare to say anything.

With six doors, Wuqing followed the panicked policeman to the depths of the dungeon, frowning as he watched the three fallen corpses on the ground.

The three elders of Songzhumei were locked in this cell, and the men who were imprisoned with them were next door, without exception, all of them died.

Ren Guxue put the tools back into the bag, and said in a daze, "Among the three, two died of a broken heart, and the remaining one died of fright."

He has been a police officer for so many years, and he has never seen a few people who were not injured or sick and were simply scared to death.

The dungeon with six doors is not scary. There are many prisoners who have been here, and petty thefts with poor martial arts can all get out. The elder of the Western Demon Cult was frightened to death here. This is the first time I've seen this happen after decades of work.

"Except for the one who was frightened to death, the other two did not resist when they died. The murderers should be members of the Western Demon Cult, at least someone they all know." Ren Guxue said slowly, making people Bring the corpse out of the dungeon to him.

There are many places where Wu has affected the corpses. Usually, most of the corpses in the six gates do not fall into his hands. Some of the family members were taken away by their family members. No matter what he said, he was also a serious businessman, and he couldn't snatch the corpse from the wild dogs in the mass grave.

After these three people came to the Central Plains, they had a lot of lives on their hands, and the Rakshasa Sect would not come all the way to Bianjing to ask for the corpses. It was rare to come across the uncontroversial corpses of prisoners, so they had to be kept for him.

"Capture head ruthlessly, do you think that Ren's smile is a bit scary?" The policeman standing behind Wuqing looked at Ren Guxue whose scalp was numb due to the smile, and rubbed his arms to move to the other side of the wheelchair , for fear of being accidentally stained with something dirty.

Wu Qing looked away from the corpse, turned around the wheelchair and said in a low voice, "There is no need to pursue this matter any further. I will explain it to Uncle Shi when he comes back."

News came from the palace in the morning, saying that these people might encounter an accident, and told them not to resist, so as not to injure their lives in vain. At that time, he suspected that this was a civil strife in the Western Demon Cult. Now it seems that it is true.

Ren Guxue shrugged, leaving the matter of solving the case to the police, he didn't dare to meddle in it, the dungeon was cleaned up quickly, no blood was left on the three of them, and even the effort of fetching water for cleaning was saved.

Lu Xiaofeng squatted on the railing not far away, looked at the several corpses being carried out, and turned to look at Ximen Chuuxue, "It's the three elders of the Rakshasa Sect."

"Hmm." Ximen Chuuxue looked indifferent, as if nothing could move him.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, "They said that I killed Yu Tianbao, but if they really think that I killed him, as an elder of the Rakshasa Sect, why didn't they kill me to avenge the young master?"

It can be seen from this that Yu Tianbao's death has nothing to do with their so-called loyal subordinates. They have ghosts in their hearts, which is why they are so aggressive.

While he was speaking, a faint figure suddenly floated around the corner, the gray fog was hazy, and the person in the fog was even more unpredictable.

Lu Xiaofeng's voice gradually became softer, he held his chest to catch his breath, and then forced himself to say, "You are..."

Man in the Mist: "My surname is Yu."

"...Uncle Simon."

Lu Xiaofeng swallowed, feeling that the mood of the people in the mist was a bit low, blocked Ximen Chuuxue's pace of leaving, and then forcibly made amends, "You are the Jade Rakshasa of the West, and you have admired your name for a long time. When I saw you today, you are really extraordinary."

Yu Luocha gave him a deep look, but said nothing.

With confidence in his heart, Lu Xiaofeng straightened his back and began to talk, "I should have thought a long time ago, how can someone with such profound skill and cultivation level as senior, be able to go crazy casually, your death must be just a means, a means to eradicate rebellion within the Rakshasa Sect."

Yu Luocha raised his eyebrows, "Why do you think so?"

Lu Xiaofeng said confidently, "The Rakshasa Sect is a force you created, of course you hope it will last long, but the Rakshasa Sect has developed too much now, no one dares to betray you when you are alive, but once something happens to you, the Sect will Whether people will be loyal to your son is not certain."

Yu Tianbao only knows how to have fun, not good at martial arts, let alone mentally, such a person becomes the leader of such a big sect, even if you think about it with your feet, you know that he can't control the scene.

Lu Xiaofeng complained quietly in his heart, and he didn't dare to say that the son he raised was not good in front of Yu Luocha, but continued to say, "The deterrence you taught in Luocha is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. People will never show their thoughts, but it is not easy until you die, so you use the method of blowing up to make things easier, and when you kill all the unruly subordinates, what is left to your son is a clean Luo Stop teaching."

"This is a very old strategy, and it has survived until now because it is always effective." Yu Luocha smiled, "Do you think that the Raksha Sect that I cleaned up was originally intended to be left to Chuuxue, or Leave it to Tianbao?"

"Of course it's Ximen Chuuxue." Lu Xiaofeng didn't even want to blurt it out, if this person wasn't Ximen Chuuxue's biological father, he wouldn't bother thinking about these things.

Wouldn't it be nice to beg the little prince to hide in the palace when encountering troubles that can't be solved? Does he care about these intrigues and die?

Beside, Ximen Chuuxue said indifferently, "What Lu Xiaofeng said has nothing to do with me."