The prince gave me a bamboo horse

Ming Huaiyan proposed to go out for a reason. The martial arts conference will be held soon, and all kinds of monsters and ghosts will appear, especially at night, so it is easier to inquire about the news.

Looking at the shirtless man with a huge hammer on his shoulder, Yushu Linfeng holding a fan, and a string of darts hidden around his waist, Wen Xingyuan leaned against Ming Huaiyan, so scary!

"Don't be afraid! They won't fight easily!" Although the court and the Jianghu are in charge of their own affairs, why do these people in the Jianghu still want to give the court face, so there are rules before every meeting, and ordinary people are not allowed Territory fights.

And there are relatively few fights, after all, no matter how powerful a Jianghu hero is, he can't beat the big hand of the court.

Finding a lively restaurant to sit down, Ming Huaiyan began to listen to what those people were talking about.

Why is that sect being annexed again, those aristocratic families are getting married again, and there are still many romantic affairs between Jianghu heroines and the pillars of the sect. It can be heard that Huaiyan wants to throw the table and leave. Is this all these people know?It's too bad!

But this Ming Huaiyan wrongly blamed them. There have always been many sects in the Jianghu, and they consider themselves to be people of status. Naturally, they disdain these scattered people from the Jianghu, and they will not gather in small groups to chat outside. Those who are really powerful People don't bother to spread it everywhere.

"Brother Ayan, I seem to have seen Helan Jiamin." Wen Xingyuan leaned into Ming Huaiyan's ear and said, these people are too noisy, the roof is about to fall off!

Ming Huaiyan felt a rush of hot air from ears to soles of feet, and raised his hand to block Wen Xingyuan, "There are not only people from Dayan but also people from other countries in the martial arts conference. It's normal for him to come."

"Oh!" Wen Xingyuan started cracking melon seeds, and this restaurant was a bit slow in serving food!

"Boom!" A big man slapped the table, and the fragile table was shaking. "Is the person dead? No food yet!"

"Guest officer, wait a moment, the kitchen is frying, it will be ready soon!" The shopkeeper nodded and bowed. Although there was an agreement, it did not affect the ordinary people being beaten every year. Although the Wulin League will compensate afterwards, no one wants to suffer. Pain!

"Worry! Be careful your grandpa slaps you to death!" The man sat down cursingly, and felt that someone was looking at him. He looked up and saw Wen Xingyuan, "What are you looking at, kid? Ah!"

Wen Xingyuan is innocent: "I didn't look at you!"

The big man was just about to get angry, when the people walking with him patted him, the big man turned his head, and a line of women in white clothes passed by with swords or whisks on the street.

Ming Huaiyan's complexion changed, and his eyes swept across the group of people. They were indeed good-looking. How could Yuan'er pay attention to these things?

"No!" Wen Xingyuan blushed, "It's the first time I've seen a book that says all about women's sects, I'm curious!"

"There's nothing to see!" Ming Huaiyan dragged Wen Xingyuan out as he didn't want to eat anymore.

"Brother Ayan, are you angry?" Wen Xingyuan felt that Ming Huaiyan was getting angry a little bit recently!

"No!" Ming Huaiyan felt that he had no right to be angry, after all, he had that idea, but he couldn't force Yuan'er to be like him.

"Oh." Wen Xingyuan lowered his head and tugged at Ming Huaiyan's finger, "Then where shall we go next?"

Ming Huaiyan held Wen Xingyuan's hand back, "Walking around, I didn't eat, let's see if there is anything delicious."

"it is good!"

There were a lot of people who came to participate in the martial arts conference, and the streets were as lively at night as during the Chinese New Year. After walking around, Ming Huaiyan took Wen Xingyuan and sat down at the noodle stall in the alley beside the street.

"Guest officer, do you want noodles or wontons?"

"Face" Ming Huaiyan said.

"Okay, wait a minute"

Wen Xingyuan propped his chin up and watched the noodle shop owner's smooth movements and the way he scooped up toppings, his saliva was drooling.

"Really two? I thought I was wrong!" Helan Jiamin sat down shaking his fan.

"Prince?" Wen Xingyuan thought of the figure he saw just now.

"Yeah! I haven't seen you for so many years and I still haven't grown much meat!" Helan Jiamin pinched Wen Xingyuan's face.

"Let go"

Ming Huaiyan put down his chopsticks, and Helan Jiamin quickly let go of his hands, and pulled away the two deep red marks on his sleeves, "Your Highness is really ruthless!"

"There are even more ruthless ones, do you want to try, Prince?" Helan Jiamin came to Dayan secretly, and Ming Huaiyan can get rid of him without anyone noticing. Presumably Helan Jiamin's competitor is very Willing to, maybe even help.

"Don't try." Helan Jiamin asked the boss for a bowl of wontons.

Wen Xingyuan touched his arms and legs while they were fighting each other, did they really not grow?But looking at Helan Jiamin's tall and burly appearance, this comparison seems to be true to himself, not long!

"Here comes the noodles!" The boss came over with two bowls of noodles. "My guest, your wontons will have to wait for a while."

"Okay!" Then he looked at Wen Xingyuan, "The last time I invited Xiao Yuan'er to the Huns to play, why didn't I come? I have been waiting for you for several years!"

"Dayan has a vast land and rich resources, and I can't walk down it for a few years. I don't have time to go to your tiny place!" Ming Huaiyan said coldly.

When the wontons came, Helan Jiamin stepped aside, and when the boss left, Helan Jiamin smiled and said, "Your Highness is getting more and more hostile! But your Highness can't eat it even if I am a small place like the Huns!"

"is it?"

"Hurry up, the noodles are lumpy!" Wen Xingyuan stuffed the chopsticks into Ming Huaiyan's hands, and after saying that, the battle was about to start!

After dinner, Helan Jiamin also followed, "Prince, do you have no place to live?" Wen Xingyuan asked.

"Yes! I don't know if Xiao Yuan'er can fulfill the friendship of the landlord?" Helan Jiamin hit the snake smoothly.

Forehead!Wen Xingyuan was speechless.

"I have a place where the prince can live. I wonder if the prince will go?" Ming Huaiyan pulled Wen Xingyuan to his side, away from Helan Jiamin.

He Lanjiamin folded his hands "willing to hear more about it"

"Shaoyong City Prison! Don't worry, Prince, I will definitely give them good food and a comfortable stay if you go!"

"Haha, I don't mind if Your Highness is together!"

"We have a place to live, but the prince is too big to fit in!" Wen Xingyuan said to Helan Jiamin.

"That's such a pity, I don't know where Xiao Yuan'er lives? I'll come to play with you!"

"It's not a pity, and if I play with the prince, I'm collaborating with the enemy!" Wen Xingyuan said seriously.

Helan Jiamin laughed loudly, "It doesn't matter, you take your Highness the Crown Prince with you, and he will testify."

The prince of your family, Ming Huaiyan felt weird when he heard it, and hated Helan Jiamin even more. "Prince, your entourage is looking for you, are you sure you don't want to go back?"

Helan Jiamin turned his head and saw Tier looking at him anxiously, it must be something urgent, "Then leave, I will come to you some other day!"

"Brother Ayan, what do you think Helan Jiamin is doing here?" Wen Xingyuan saw that Huaiyan was in a bad mood, so he changed the subject.

"It should be to attract customers!"

"Attracting customers?" Wen Xingyuan hadn't heard of it yet.

Ming Huaiyan glanced at all kinds of people, "Except for those who have sects, most of the individual travelers in the Jianghu are struggling to live, and they need money no matter what, so Helan Jiamin came to recruit some people, and spent some money on weekdays. Time will be of great use, after all, people who hang out in the rivers and lakes pay attention to friendship."

"Then brother Ayan, do you want to recruit some people?" Wen Xingyuan asked.

"No, although the Martial Arts League and the court do not interfere with each other, they generally have the same opinion."

Wen Xingyuan nodded, also, if the Wulin League's mavericks could not get along with the imperial court, they would not agree to the imperial court to restrain those people from fighting in places where ordinary people gather.

It was a little late back at the inn, and I took a rest after a simple wash.

In the middle of the night, Ming Huaiyan opened his eyes, with sweat dripping from his forehead, took Wen Xingyuan's hand away from his chest, got up and went out, and only after a while came back wet, watching Wen Xingyuan fall asleep heartlessly." Yuan'er"

In the morning, when Ming Huaiyan was not there, Wen Xingyuan got dressed and went out. He saw a man in moon-white at the door with his back turned to him, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, he turned back, "Cousin"