[Comprehensive martial arts] Protect our little prince

Early spring in Suzhou is as cold as winter. The air is humid in the morning, and the wind blows to the bone. People who practice martial arts are not afraid of cold and heat, but why live a hard life when they can live comfortably? Isn’t it good to warm the bed with a small stove?

The Hua family is the richest man in the south of the Yangtze River, and Hua Manlou is the youngest in the family. It is worrying for him to live outside alone. The servants and maids can’t send them to the small building. If there is less charcoal for winter, what’s the point?

All in all, it's just a word, living in a small building that is as warm as spring is more comfortable than living in an empty palace.

Regardless of the fact that there are so many guards in the palace, the mansion is still empty even though there are so many guards in such a large mansion, even five hundred more can live there.

There are no servant girls in the house, and the cleaning and other tasks are done by the guards in shifts. Wearing those clothes, they are the forbidden army who can go to battle to kill the enemy, and taking off the clothes, they can also run errands for cooks and flower farmers. If the little prince is willing, it is not impossible for them to dress up as charming girls.

The palace is full of men, there is no femininity at all, it would be embarrassing to say it out, Prince Taiping is not close to women, and there is a mistress in the house, their little master can't be less famous than Prince Taiping, right?

Zhao Mingyu doesn't care whether his palace has a card or not, after the insomnia beating, he now only has one requirement for the mansion, which is to let him fall asleep.

The little ancestor fell asleep in the small building of Huamanlou. When he woke up, he saw that it was still dark outside. He rubbed against the pillow and fell asleep again in a daze.

Being able to sleep is a blessing, he wants to be a blessed child, huh huh huh~

If you don’t sleep well for one day, it will take three to five days to make up for it. If you don’t fall asleep for two days, of course you need to make up for more days. After the little prince is full of sleep, he starts to daydream. The bed is much more comfortable than the bed in the Wangfu. What a spicy chicken Wangfu, I can't stand it anymore.

Zhao Mingyu refuses to leave, and others can't do anything about him. The body of the ancestor is the largest in the world, and the palace is indeed too deserted. Maybe it will be better when the people in it live for a long time. Before that, the most important thing for the young prince to be happy .

Gold ingots go back to sit in the palace, the banknotes stay with the little ancestor, and Yuan Bao, as the little prince's personal servant, directly takes over the small building's purchasing chores with Huamanlou's permission. The new butler is full of fighting spirit.I made up my mind to keep the small building in order.

He can't take care of the palace, so it's not bad to use the small building to practice first.

Lu Xiaofeng was already ready to go to the palace to live temporarily, and after waiting and waiting, he didn't wait for the little ancestor to go back, only waiting for the big brother Yuanbao who came with a lot of money.

"Leave tomorrow, I will leave tomorrow." The little prince was lying on a deck chair on the second floor, covered with a quilt, basking in the sun. Today is a sunny day, such a fine day, it would be a pity for Father-in-law Sun's hard work if he didn't come out to bask in the sun.

Huamanlou's small building is so comfortable, let him stay for another night, and he must pack up and leave tomorrow.

Lu Xiaofeng looked helplessly at the little ancestor who knew the essence of dragging words, and no one would believe that he and the emperor were not blood brothers.

At this time, the little ancestor and the emperor in the capital were carved out of the same mold. The difference is that there are people behind His Majesty the emperor to supervise, but no one for their little ancestor. No one knows what he can achieve after delaying when.

Huamanlou will definitely not drive people away. Could it be that the palace is just a decoration in the future, and this small building is the actual Changle Palace?

"Don't slander people at will. How could my young master do such a thing as a dove occupying a magpie's nest, saying that tomorrow he will definitely leave tomorrow, and then you won't be able to stay if you want to." Zhao Mingyu opened his eyes and looked over, Xianyu turned over...turned over fail……

The little prince moved his arms under the quilt, adjusted to a comfortable position, and then continued, "You know, my prince's mansion is so big, it's just a little worse than the palace, and I'll let you live in it when the time comes." Next door, let you feel the horror of living there."

Lu Xiaofeng curled her lips, "Isn't it because it was arranged in another courtyard, the little prince woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night and would not be able to find his way if he wanted to find me?"

Even if he didn't go into the palace to see it, he can still imagine the scene at that time.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the little ancestor who had dreamed of something terrible ran out of the room with two tears in his eyes for comfort, but because he didn't remember the way to his home, he became dazed after going out.

At night, I couldn't see my fingers, and the guards in the mansion also relaxed their vigilance. The poor little prince searched and couldn't find the right way. What's more, he even forgot the way back. He had no choice but to shrink in the corner Wait for dawn.

It was so dark, and I didn't know if there would be lonely ghosts breaking into the palace. The little prince who wanted to save face didn't want others to see his shameful appearance, so he could only hold back his fear and shiver.

Hey~~~ so pitiful~~~

"Lu Xiaoji, what's in your head?" Zhao Mingyu looked at the sky speechlessly, why didn't he talk and write scripts with his brain power? He was squeezed out until he became unemployed, "Firstly, there are night guards in the palace, secondly, there are no ghosts in this world, and lastly, young master, am I a person who wants to save face and suffer?"

When that kind of situation really comes, he must open his voice and call people, shame is shame, and if it is cold outside for half a night, he will turn into a popsicle by dawn, okay?

Is face more important than life?Of course it is fatal!

Lu Xiaofeng, is there something seriously wrong with your head? !

"Just to say, don't take it seriously, our little prince is so powerful, he will definitely not be reduced to that level." Lu Xiaofeng rubbed his nose embarrassingly, laughed and skipped the topic just now, "The sun is going down soon, and the building is full of flowers Should be back soon."

"Hurry up, hurry up, we agreed to have a drink together tonight, and Huamanlou will definitely not miss the appointment." The little prince sat up happily, put out the small stove and put it away, then went back to sit inside, and it would be his in half a month. Birthday, this year he will be accompanied even if he is not in the capital. This is his first birthday in the fief, it is very commemorative, and he must celebrate with a few jars of good wine.

As soon as the words fell, the sound of horseshoes came from far and near, Lu Xiaofeng smiled and went to the wine cellar to pick out two jugs of fine wine, and suddenly felt something was wrong after picking out.

The little ancestor didn't drink much before, and if he let go of drinking, he would definitely not be able to bear it. People who are drunk can't wake up, and tomorrow will be tomorrow. If they can't wake up, they will definitely not be able to leave tomorrow.

No wonder he promised so readily, so he was here waiting for him. Fortunately, Daxia Lu was smart and quick-witted and discovered the truth in time, otherwise he might really have succeeded.

"You can't drink alcohol, but sherbet is fine. It's all brewed anyway, it's just a little sweeter, it doesn't make any difference." Lu Daxia turned back to the wine cellar, took another jar of sherbet brewed from mountain fruits, and then held his head up. Chest back upstairs.

Playing tricks with him, the little guy is still a little tender.

Hua Manlou sent the horse back to the stable, turned his head slightly to look in Lu Xiaofeng's direction, "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm going to the palace with Ming Yu tomorrow, and I want to drink some wine before leaving." Lu Xiaofeng smiled happily, "I just went to the wine cellar to take a look, it's full again, flowers are all over the building Don't you want me to go?"

"Don't be sentimental. The wine in the wine cellar is made up by Yuan Bao. My family Yuan Bao is learning how to be a competent housekeeper. If the kitchen wine cellar is empty, it must be the housekeeper's dereliction of duty. My family Yuan Bao will not make such a low-level mistake." Zhao Mingyu Rolling his eyes at him, he tidied up the upstairs to welcome Huamanlou back.

Drinking and drinking, real men should drink big bowls and eat meat. It's the last day, and the big guys are getting bored.

Hua Manlou walked over with a smile, and put the side dishes brought back on the table, "Stop making trouble, go wash your hands."

Lu Xiaofeng put the wine jar on the table, bumped Hua Manlou with his shoulder, with a strange expression, "Hua Manlou, how dare you let him touch wine?"

Although he had never seen his little ancestor drink before, but just looking at the state before drinking, he felt that the child would go crazy after being drunk.

The emperor strictly guarded against letting this little ancestor touch alcohol, so there must be a lesson from the past, right?

The little prince in a sober state is already good at torturing people, and he must be able to toss even more when he is drunk. Fortunately, he is smart and prepared the sherbet in advance, otherwise the small building full of flowers may not be able to keep it.

Other people's children go to the house to expose the tiles. Their children can really tear down the house. If you swing a [-]-jin epee, you can break the pillars of the palace, not to mention the fragile small buildings.

"It's nothing, just give him a drink." Hua Manlou's sense of smell is very keen, and he found that there was something else in the wine jar, and he stretched out his hand to pick out the jar of sherbet, "Get drunk here You can see, if you realize that you don’t know how to drink at other banquets, you should be counted against.”

"He is a prince, as long as he doesn't want to, who can force him to drink?" Lu Xiaofeng shrugged, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhao Mingyu happily washing his paws, so he leaned closer to Huamanlou's ear and asked in a low voice, "You Have you heard any bad news?"

"It's not bad, but I'm just a little worried." Hua Manlou sighed silently, "Third brother sent a letter saying that he would return to Suzhou in two months. This time he came back not to visit relatives, nor to live at home."

Lu Xiaofeng hissed, and muttered with a headache, "It's really not good news. Things in the officialdom are complicated. I hope it doesn't affect Ming Yu. The palace is not as safe as the palace."

"Ming Yu doesn't care about business, and the official affairs should not involve him." Hua Manlou nodded, and raised his head and smiled when he heard the little ancestor's footsteps.

"What are you whispering?" Zhao Mingyu tiptoed over, trying to scare them, but was defeated by Hua Manlou's extremely sensitive hearing.

Lu Xiaofeng put his face on his back, asked someone to sit on the seat, poured him a full glass of wine and pushed him over, "Come on, if you don't get drunk today, you won't go home."

The little prince took a step back vigilantly, "What wrong idea did you make, don't be so scary, I'm cowardly, are you responsible for scaring me?"

The corners of Lu Xiaofeng's mouth twitched slightly, and he took the cup back and drank it all in one gulp, "I made a mistake, don't drink the wine, just drink your sherbet obediently."

"Hua ManLou, Lu XiaoFeng is playing tricks." The little prince frowned, and started to complain without saying a word, daring to bully him in front of Hua ManLou, Lu XiaoFeng became emaciated.

"I'll play tricks, if you have the ability, you can grab it." Lu Wusui refused to admit defeat in the slightest. Hua Manlou and his relationship are better. Even if there is a dispute, it will definitely be towards him.

Zhao Sansui sneered, crossed his arms and made a big move with no expression on his face, "Silver ticket! Beat him up!"

Lu Wusui: ...

The small buildings full of flowers are lively and lively every day, but the Yamen of Suzhou Prefecture does not have such a good atmosphere, especially the Yamen of Caosi, which is even more gloomy and depressing, colder than the winter wind.

Mr. Qian, the transfer envoy of Jiangnan Road, has been in Jiangnan for three years. He thought he would be able to stay here until he retired, but he didn't expect that there would be a prince in Jiangnan before he left his post.

It’s okay if it’s an ordinary prince. Most of the princes in the Song Dynasty have no real power. When they come to the fief, it’s just a decoration. Sending money, beauties, and BMWs will always satisfy your appetite. They became grasshoppers on a rope, but it was the emperor's own brother who came.

It is true that most of the princes of the current dynasty do not hold power, but there are exceptions. For example, King Taiping who guards Yanmen, given the emperor's importance to King Changle, the prince sitting above their heads must have a trump card that they don't know.

In the dim study room, the flickering lights looked a little gloomy, and the masked man in black, who couldn't see his face, stood coldly in front of the desk, looked at Lord Qian with a gloomy face and said, "If you want him not to interfere with Jiangnan Salt Transport, I want him His life, you don't need to intervene in sneaking into the palace, what are you dissatisfied with?"

"The palace is heavily guarded. When the king of Changle came to Suzhou, he brought two thousand imperial troops, but only five hundred were left on the surface. In fact, no one knows how many people are left in the palace." Master Qian frowned, his eyes were full of irritability, "Then He is the emperor's own younger brother, who died in the palace as soon as he arrived in the fief, and no one in Suzhou will be able to escape by then."

"You don't need to worry." The man in black's voice was hoarse, as hard as gravel rubbing, "As long as the person falls into my hands, it's up to me to say where he will die. Since you are worried about being implicated, then take the person Bring them out of Suzhou and then kill them."

It would be too cheap for that kid to just wipe his neck with a knife. He has to arrest him and torture him so that he can live or die, so that he can be worthy of those brothers who died seven years ago.

Ghost Fan Building has been operating in the capital for a hundred years, but it was all destroyed by that boy who deserved to be hacked into pieces. He couldn't do anything in the capital. Now that person has finally left the palace, how could he not seize the opportunity?

It has been seven years since the Ghost Fan Tower was destroyed. He has been looking forward to killing that Zhao every day and night. Even if the person in front of him doesn't cooperate, he will never give up.

A hint of sternness flashed in the eyes of the man in black, and his voice became more penetrating, "At that time, I will cut off his limbs, cut off his body piece by piece, and throw him away when he has only one breath left. Go into the sea and watch him struggle to die in despair, so as to comfort the spirits of the brothers in heaven."

Mr. Qian was stunned for a moment, the coolness spread from his back to the top of his head, he hesitated for a while and finally nodded, "Okay, as long as people don't die in Suzhou City, the rest is up to you."

I'm sorry, my lord, Lord Fu has already spoken, and for the good future of Lord Fu, I can only sacrifice your life.

It is your own fault that the enemy came to the door. Even if there is no order from Mr. Fu, there will be no good end for such an enemy to spy in the dark. Compared to letting this person put all his eggs in one basket and kill him in the palace, of course it is better to stay away from Suzhou.

Salt and iron have been an important source of tax revenue for the treasury since ancient times, and the Song Dynasty was no exception. The transshipment envoys were in charge of salt and iron, and they could send large amounts of silver taels to the treasury every year. It won't be the same thing.

When the water is clear, there will be no fish. If you want to gain a foothold in the south of the Yangtze River, it is absolutely impossible to be alone.

To do business, salt dealers must manage their business up and down. The various transshipment envoys cannot pass this level, even if there is salt. You can make a lot of money in this position.

Compared with the white and clean private salt, the taste of official salt is not good, and the yield of salt directly accumulated in water is very high, and official salt is basically transported by water, and the boat will not get wet when walking on the water. The rough salt If the grains are mixed into the sediment, the taste will be even worse.

It's just that no matter how bitter and unpalatable official salt is, it's still official salt. If it's just because it's unpalatable, private salt won't be banned repeatedly. Most importantly, private salt is cheap.

Unpalatable official salt costs forty to fifty yuan a catty, and clean private salt costs more than ten yuan per catty. As long as they are not stupid, the common people will definitely choose private salt.

The salt and iron transfer envoy is in charge of the transportation of official salt, and also handles the sale of private salt. Mr. Qian stayed in the position of transfer envoy on Jiangnan Road for three years, and collected millions of taels of money. Selling illegal salt is a felony , but as long as the emperor does not pursue it, whether the official salt or the private salt is just a matter of a word of the official.

There is no backer in the court to act so unscrupulously. The person behind him is Fu Zongshu, the official minister. After Cai Jing died, Zhao Tingzhi, the former minister of rites, became the prime minister. Fu Zongshu is ambitious and also wants to climb up again.

Most of the money contained in Jiangnan's money bag was sent to the capital for Fu Zongshu's expenses. There was already an order from above, and no mistakes could be made in the salt transportation.

I heard that King Changle did not live in the palace these days, but mixed with people from the Hua family. Hua Yinxi was an official in the Ministry of Household Affairs, and he has been heavily used in the past two years. If he guessed correctly, he will be sent over to investigate The Yanzheng should be him.

King Changle didn't know what he had checked these days, just in case, he could only let the little prince die.

Never should, never should, he should not have come to Jiangnan before Master Fu became Prime Minister Fu.