[Seventy-five] King of Xiangyang is super fierce

On the way to Chenzhou, Zhao Dehan found many entourages for the King of Xiangyang who boasted more than martial arts. They all looked lazy and disheveled, and stood at the gate of the palace for Zhao Jue to choose.

Instinctively, Zhao Jue wanted to choose the one who was pleasing to the eye, and he took a look at the most eye-catching person in the crowd.That man was dressed as a nobleman, and the crimson purple brocade underwear looked more fashionable than the King of Xiangyang's. His long hair was partly pulled up, his jade skin was red, and he stood alone among the crowd, like pearls and jade among the tiles. It was hard for people to ignore him. .

Originally, he looked like the arrogant and noble young master Pianpian from a wealthy family, but he just played with a jade bong in his hand, and when he scratched his head and spit out white smoke, he immediately felt like a prostitute in a brothel.

King Xiangyang glanced past this person, waggled his fingers casually, and pointed at a few strong men who looked a little more normal.

Brother Smoke Ring was not happy anymore, and accepted the noble and glamorous style, the smoke rod tapped his arm, and asked: "Could it be that the King of Xiangyang has some eye disease? Don't choose me, choose these things that hurt the eyes?"

King Xiangyang looked at the people he had chosen again.

Well, it's a bit hot on the eyes.

The King of Xiangyang smiled kindly, "This...Young master is too noble to be a servant of our palace."

Brother Yanhuan looked up at the desolate, desolate and depraved palace disdainfully, and raised his eyebrows: "The palace of King Xiangyang is indeed not as good as it used to be, but it's barely enough, I can accept it."

Such an abnormal person, no one would believe him if he said he had no purpose!

The King of Xiangyang still wanted to refuse, but the noble young master who was blowing smoke rings really nicely pulled up the hem of his robe, and walked directly into the palace on his own.

"Subordinate Pei Xiaohu, please take care of me in the future."

Dressed in brocade clothes and jade belts, he is full of heroism. This person is so outstanding that the king of Xiangyang can't help but want to give him two followers.

But the name Pei Xiaohu...

The name really doesn't sound like a pseudonym at all.

It's too perfunctory to get up, right? ? ?

Zhao Dehan stared at Pei Xiaohu's back with righteous indignation, and said: "This person has such a bad attitude, why does the prince keep him?!"

The King of Xiangyang sighed and said the voice of a weak person: "I don't think he looks like an ordinary person. What if he doesn't keep it? Can you beat him?"

Zhao Dehan: "...My lord, the slave is going to buy vegetables first!"

King Xiangyang: "..."

I really don't know why, but this King of Xiangyang didn't even raise any shadow guards with high martial arts skills for himself.

There is only one manager who looks virtuous but is actually useless.

There is no successor to the palace!

After dinner, the King of Xiangyang took a low stool and sat next to a huge wooden basin, took loofah vines and slowly washed the dishes.

Pei Xiaohu saw it when he came back from his walk, and he looked like a ghost: "What's the matter, your palace is going to close down?"

The king of Xiangyang washed it very seriously, without raising his eyes, "Yes, this king is almost done playing, and I don't have money to buy you a big Buddha, so it's not a loss to leave now."

When Pei Xiaohu heard that the King of Xiangyang wanted him to go, he immediately pretended to look around and walked away while turning the cigarette pole. Even the King of Xiangyang kept yelling at him behind him.

"Hey! Don't go yet, you, come and help me get the bowls, there are too many for this king to take all in one trip!"

"Hey you!!"

Please come back what are you doing! !

Everything was packed, and it was already the second day.As soon as the gong sounded outside, King Xiangyang immediately got up in a hurry.

Zhao Dehan still has the ability to be the head of the palace. He prepared the carriage and manpower early in the morning, and waited respectfully for the King of Xiangyang outside.

Starting today, the King of Xiangyang deliberately wore a low-key crimson robe, with thin lips and long hair. Although he still had the thinness characteristic of his youth, his figure was tall and well-proportioned. .Maybe he had the habit of practicing martial arts in the past, and he didn't see the filthy aura of officials on his body. He held a golden fan in his hand, and his whole body was full of compelling nobility.

When Zhao Dehan saw him coming out, he immediately ran up to meet him like a dog, and helped him into the car with his hands.

However, as soon as King Xiangyang went up, Bao Zheng, Gongsun Ce, and Pei Xiaohu were already sitting inside talking and laughing happily, leaving only a pitifully small space of three inches for him.

Seeing him coming up, Gongsun Ce greeted him gently: "The prince is here."

King Xiangyang nodded, "How are you doing, sir?"

"It's fine."

Bao Zheng had a paralyzed face, and he couldn't tell what mood he was in, so he exchanged simple politeness with the King of Xiangyang.

Only Pei Xiaohu, who sat the most heroically in the carriage, only twitched his eyelids when he saw him coming, without any other superfluous reactions.

No matter how good the state of Xiangyang King was, it was a little bit broken at this time.

You must deduct this person's wages without anyone noticing, contempt for the boss, too much!

King Xiangyang sat down, hugged himself who was about to be squeezed into a ball with distress, and listened casually to Bao Zheng and Pei Xiaohu chatting.

Pei Xiaohu never left his gold and jade pipe, but he didn't smoke it, he played with it vaguely: "To tell you the truth, my lord, my subordinates are actually from Chenzhou, but it's a pity that Chenzhou was hit by a disaster, so I was forced to drift all the way to Kaifeng. "

King Xiangyang rolled his eyes indistinctly.

wandering? ...Hehe, you look like you came here for sightseeing.

Bao Zheng nodded slowly after listening, "According to this, the disaster situation in Chenzhou is already very serious?"

Pei Xiaohu sighed leisurely: "Where is the disaster, how can it be better? What's more, Chenzhou is the territory of Marquis Anle. Your Excellency is going here to investigate the relief money allocated to Pang Yu by the court?"

Bao Zheng smiled lightly, neither admitting nor denying it.

Originally guessing that the journey would not be peaceful, the King of Xiangyang took the trouble to hide a close-fitting dagger in his sleeve, put it under his buttocks after getting in the car, and was ready to defend himself at any time.

Unexpectedly, along the way, let alone assassins, there is not even a single passer-by.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have made so many preparations. It seems that I am very greedy for life and afraid of death, and I am also a fart.....

Xiangyang Wang pretended to mutter: "The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of the building. This road is too safe. I'm afraid there will be fraud..."

Pei Xiaohu was standing next to him, he heard this clearly, and stopped immediately after hearing it. "My lord, on the way you dozed off, three groups of assassins have already arrived."

King Xiangyang: "???" [noble question mark]

Pei Xiaohu: "But they were all taken care of by Zhan Weiwei."

King Xiangyang: "(°一°〃)..."

The King of Xiangyang looked at Zhan Zhao, who was not far away, and observed the other party with appreciation for a moment, and then immediately added Zhan Zhao's name to the list in his heart, "Never make a mess, and you will die as far as possible." .

Before that, there was only Bai Yutang on this list.

It was two quarters past noon when they arrived in Sanxing Town, and it was three quarters when they found the inn to rest and eat.The roadside snacks were closed one after another, and the people chatting under the shade trees at the end of the alley also went home.

Bao Zheng changed his previous upright style, and offered to live in the prosperous and luxurious inn on the East New Street in the city.

The King of Xiangyang was puzzled, but it wasn't until Pei Xiaohu and the waiter chose a room, and turned around and stretched out his empty left hand to him, that he suddenly understood.

Do you dare to say that the expenses of your Kaifeng mansion are expenses, and the expenses of our palace are not expenses? ? ?

Angry!

In the end, King Xiangyang, who was completely ignorant of martial arts, was forced to stare indifferently from people in the world (Zhan Zhao & Pei Xiaohu), and handed over the money that Zhao Dehan had solemnly entrusted to him, and handed it to Pei Xiaohu.

Gongsun Ce saw the displeasure of King Xiangyang from the side, smiled and said to him: "My lord, don't misunderstand, my lord is afraid that Pang Yu's eyes and ears are already in this town. If you go to live in an ordinary inn, it is not suitable for your lord's status, and it will easily provoke you." Doubtful."

King Xiangyang nodded, feeling a little relieved in his heart.

However, this short-lived happiness only lasted until no one asked him for any advice when choosing a room, and he was only left with a room that seemed the most dangerous and easy to be assassinated, and there was no one else next to him.

If you want him to die, just say it...

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Pigeon for a day, come back today spicy!