Lu Xiaofeng's sword screams nine days

Ye Gucheng grew up in the South China Sea, and Tao Yao is also a character cultivated in the water town of Jiangnan.So for the first time in the capital, everything is new to him.However, the prosperity of other places can't connect his footsteps.He remembered that his mother told him that he was going to find someone who belonged to the emperor's relatives and was the brother of the current emperor, Taiping Wang Zhao Sheng.

King Taiping.Hearing these three words, Ye Gucheng frowned.He hadn't finished reading "Legend of Lu Xiaofeng" completely, and some details were blurred, but he vaguely remembered that several princes conspired against each other, and all of them ended in failure.The baby in his arms was his cousin, how could he have the heart to let the young baby be implicated.However, after all, it was his cousin's last wish, and the dead are the most important. He can only place his hopes on the "our person" in his mother's mouth, and hope that if there is such a day, that person can keep his cousin safe.

Bai Yujing in the sky, forty-nine cities in the world.

The real Forty-Nine City is far from being as exquisite as the sky, and what is more, it is the people's livelihood in various forms.For example, no matter how glamorous a city is, there are always dark corners.Ye Gucheng refused the old butler to hug him, pulled the old butler by the corner of his clothes, and walked on the bluestone road in Sijiu City.An adult man with a tall calf, wearing a white robe, with a gentle smile on his face, and a face that has not faded from the baby fat, somehow indifferent.

Cars and horses are forbidden in the capital, so Ye Gucheng walked with the old housekeeper.Suddenly, a commotion was heard ahead.He is not a person who likes to join in the fun, but he is unexpectedly soft to young children.At this time, he had already learned the inner strength, and deliberately practiced Qi and concentrated his mind. As expected, he heard the cry of a child amidst the noisy voices.

Ye Gucheng suddenly stopped and walked towards the place where the crowd gathered.The old butler never violated his master's wishes, so he just followed Ye Gucheng with the sleeping baby girl in his arms.

"Get out of the way." Ye Gucheng sighed.Most of the time, he is willing to be gentle with others, but he also knows that sometimes it is easier to achieve his goal by being aggressive.

The crowd parted a path.They didn't want to pay attention to the childish voice, but the child was rich and noble, and he must have an extraordinary background. He was a smart person in the Forty-Nine City, so he was not willing to offend the powerful for such a trivial matter.Ye Gucheng strolled forward, and came to the child who was being held in the hands of a rough man.

The child was about two or three years old. He struggled in the hands of the big man, howled like thunder and rain, but did not forget to hold the bun tightly with his dirty little hands.The child's face was also completely black, but his big eyes rolled around, which made people smile.

The old butler naturally understood what Ye Gucheng meant, and took out a tael of silver and stepped forward. Ye Gucheng frowned, and embraced the old butler, "Two buns and three pennies, right?"

The old butler was stunned, but he couldn't help answering the young master's question, "Yes, three liters for meat, and two liters for vegetarian."

"Those who don't work don't get to eat. One tael of silver is enough to buy more than 300 steamed buns." Ye Gucheng said seriously.He usually didn't care much about gold and silver, but now he was unwilling to give gold and silver to that man for nothing.After all, why should he give gold and silver to a person who has no compassion for a child?

The man cursed and refused to let him go, the old butler casually pressed his hand on the silver he had just taken out, scaring the man so much that he dropped the child in his hand and ran away quickly.He always loves to embarrass street children who steal things. If someone draws a knife to help him, he can get a lot of money for nothing. If there is no help, bullying these submissive children will always give him a strange satisfaction.

The child didn't cry after being thrown to the ground, and didn't even pat the ashes, just grabbed the bun in his hand and gnawed fiercely.Seeing that the child was eating in a mess, Ye Gucheng bought him another bowl of Chaos from the stall next to it, and secretly handed it to the child along with the money that the old housekeeper had made his handprint just now.At this time, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed.Ye Gucheng knew the truth of Huaibi's crime, so he didn't give the child a lot of money.

The child stared blankly at the wontons in front of him for a while. The street crafts had shiny skins, and the meat-pink fillings inside were particularly attractive.He chuckled, and was about to raise his head to say thank you to the old and the young in front of him, but when he looked up, the old and the young were all gone.

"My name is..." came a vague voice with something in his mouth. After all, he was too young. He stared blankly at the air in front of him for a while, and secretly decided to tell him his name next time he saw that person. .His name is Lu Xiaofeng.Befriend him, he thought.

Ye Gucheng didn't know that what he did with little effort today was to save Lu Xiaofeng, a famous detective who would shake the rivers and lakes in the future.His headache was how to take the younger sister in the old housekeeper's arms to find her father. After all, the reputation of the Ye family was too sensitive, so King Taiping dared not have a daughter of the blood of the previous dynasty anyway.

After deliberation to no avail, Ye Gucheng decided to take his younger sister back to Ye's other courtyard.The old butler seemed to be relieved. During dinner, he hesitated to speak many times.

"Uncle Zhong, if you have something to say, you might as well just say it." Ye Gucheng meticulously wiped the sword in his hand, which was almost as tall as him, with a plain white silk handkerchief.He is not tall enough now, and he still uses a wooden sword.It's just that wiping the sword is his daily homework.He must be familiar with every inch of the sword in his hand, as if it is a part of his body.

The old butler was shocked when he heard the words, but he still said, "If the young master wants to go to the Taiping Palace, please make sure to disguise yourself."

Ye Gucheng stopped wiping his sword.After all, he is not a real child. He remembers everything about him from birth to the present. Naturally, he remembers that the one with the same face as him must be his younger brother.Coupled with what his mother said before, he can almost believe that his younger brother is in the Taiping Palace, and his status must not be low.

Ye Gucheng closed his eyes, and passed through the people of Prince Taiping's Mansion in his mind.Suddenly opened his eyes.His younger brother should be the eldest son of King Taiping.Ye Gucheng's breathing became unsteady, because he finally remembered that Prince Taiping's son, Gong Jiu, was the one who made Lu Xiaofeng extremely embarrassed but lost in Lu Xiaofeng's hands.

Ye Gucheng has pursued peace of mind since he was practicing martial arts, and rarely has a big ups and downs, but this time it really shakes his mood.That was his blood brother, no longer an ordinary character in the book.How could he allow his younger brother to fall in order to set off the aura of the so-called protagonist.He didn't want to, couldn't, and wouldn't allow it.

There is also a little plump white hand that seems to be a little whiter than the Supa in his hand.After trembling slightly, Ye Gucheng continued to wipe his sword smoothly.He secretly told himself that nothing had happened yet, and everything was still too late.

After receiving Ye Gucheng's signal, the old housekeeper quietly retreated to prepare the disguise tools. The lights in the room were like beans, and under the dim light, the snow-like children wiped their swords quietly. There was silence for a while.