knife cut mountains and rivers

There was a light rain in the morning, and the heat of midsummer eased a little, and even the cicadas died down, and the shouting was not as cheerful as before.

Today is the wedding day of Xiahou Mansion, which is a major event for the whole Bailu City. All the dignitaries and dignitaries who can be invited have come, even the distinguished King of Zhenbei, the little prince, came to congratulate in person.The Hou Mansion was decorated with lanterns and festoons, showing a joyful and hilarious look.The people couldn't get in, so they all gathered at the gate of the Hou Mansion, stretching their necks, waiting to see the bride's face.

Fucheng sneaked into the wedding banquet without any danger. He wore a human skin mask of Chen Ming, son of the Chen family, to cover up his overly iconic face, but the real second son of the Chen family didn't know what happened today. , I suddenly had diarrhea before going out.

The Chen family is a declining family. The scholarly family of three generations passed down to this generation, leaving only an empty shell. Chen Ming took the exam three times, but he was still only a scholar.In the past few months, I have gained a little momentum, and I have a faint sense of making a comeback.Chen Ming's identity is the most delicate, he has just passed the threshold of Xia Hou's banquet, but he is not too conspicuous, no one will care what a sour scholar does.

There is a hazy plan in Fucheng's mind, this plan is only half a skeleton, it is an embroidered pillow, and he himself is not sure that it will be successful.Since he has been a swordsman for so long, this is not the most troublesome task, but it is the most difficult task. Now he is extremely cautious no matter what he does, as if there is a sword hanging above his head, which can be smashed down if he is not careful.

Fucheng looked at Yan Shaokang who was not far away. Fucheng agreed that the three of them did not need to enter the Marquis' Mansion, but Yan Shaokang recommended himself to meet him in Xiahou's Mansion. It was much better to have someone take care of him than to fight alone. Fucheng gave him five A gold bar as a reward.Yan Shaokang didn't change his appearance. The dignitaries and nobles were good at pretending to know each other, so no one would come to ask more questions.

Fu Cheng hid in the corner and carefully looked at the guests at the wedding banquet. The couple hadn't arrived yet, but all the guests had already arrived.Master Xiahou has a lot of friends, and the one closest to the main seat is a table of Jianghu people. Fucheng recognized one of the middle-aged men who seemed to be the owner of Wanjian Villa, and sitting next to him was a black mother-in-law who should be famous for hidden weapons.The people at the two tables each brought their own disciples and surrounded the table tightly.

The person sitting at the table next to Wanjian Mountain Villa is either rich or expensive just by looking at his clothes. Fucheng can't name him, but he can tell that he is a dignitary.

Although these two groups of people are both Lord Xiahou's guests, the positions of the rivers, lakes and temples are clearly separated from each other, and the Chu River and Han border in the middle are clearly drawn, as if no one looks down on the other.

Fucheng sat with a group of scholars, watching the dignitaries in front of him chatting with each other, no matter what he did, he had to compose poems, punching while drinking was not called fist punching, he had to compose a poem before drinking, making drinking very boring.

This wedding banquet is very strange, this is the first conclusion drawn by Fucheng.Meng Qilai, the owner of Wanjian Villa, smiled brightly, and seemed to have no problem, but it is impossible for a person to maintain a mask for a long time. When he relaxes a little bit, Fucheng can see that this person is acting very badly. Naturally, or nervously.

Even though Meng Qilai attended the wedding banquet, he never relaxed. When unconscious, his hand would always touch the hilt of the sword, as if he was on guard against something.

The same strange thing as Meng Qilai was an official sitting at the next table. Fucheng inquired with the people around him, and found out that this person is an old friend of Lord Xiahou in the capital, and now he is the counselor of the King of Qi. He came here specially from the capital. of.

He was a little calmer than Meng Qilai, what exposed him was the several eye contact with Meng Qilai, they confirmed something in each other's eyes.

The negotiations between them were very subtle, but Fucheng was a good player in this area, and it took him a full hour to catch these details.In addition, the entire wedding banquet had hidden guards deployed, and the security was so strict that no one could escape no matter what happened in the wedding hall today.

Lord Xiahou is making such a big splash just for his youngest son's marriage?

Fucheng was sitting in the corner drinking one cup after another. He drank too much, so a young man next to him came over and asked if there was anything bothering him, because according to Fucheng's drinking method, it seemed that today he would drink Drink yourself to death here.

Of course Fucheng has something to worry about, and he couldn't tell him about this worry, so he had to smile at the unknown young master.

Fu Cheng's smile, in the eyes of Young Master, was bitter, so Young Master leaned over and leaned into Fu Cheng's ear and said, "Do you also admire Miss Wang?"

Brother Young Master was too close to Fu Cheng, and he could feel the warm breath of the other party when he was talking. Fu Cheng didn't like to be close to people, so he hid without a trace.Ms. Wang is today's bride, so it's not to blame for the misunderstanding, because Fucheng's behavior looks like someone robbed his wife.Fu Cheng lowered his voice and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

The young master also whispered: "What's the matter? It is said that Ms. Wang is extremely beautiful. This marriage will make many people in Bailu City feel heartbroken." Fu Cheng felt that the tone of the young master's words was a little bit wrong, as if there was something wrong with her. With a little jealousy, it seems that this jealousy is only aimed at Fucheng.

Only then did Fu Cheng focus his eyes on Young Master Brother, he was wearing a royal blue robe, with an extraordinary bearing but a bit coquettish, the collar was embroidered with peonies dark patterns with silver thread, and there was a piece of fine-quality water jade around his waist.This man has a pair of peach blossom eyes that seem to be smiling but not smiling. The corners of his eyes are deep and the tails of his eyes are slightly raised, as if holding a pool of peach blossom water in his eyes. These eyes are staring at Fucheng.

Fucheng had been observing Meng Qilai of Wanjian Villa just now, so he didn't notice this person.Thinking about it, I always feel that he should be a dignitary with a high status, and shouldn't sit with me, as if he came to find me specially.

Fucheng was most afraid of meeting Chen Ming's acquaintances here, so he could only forcefully talk to him, "Why are you sitting here?"

Brother Young Master leaned back on the chair, didn't have a seat, and said lazily, "I'm late."

Fucheng had nothing to say to him, and was about to find an excuse to slip out, but the young master kept staring at him with fiery eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Do you not want to talk to me now?"

Brother Young Master's words made Fucheng a little stunned, what kind of grievances do these two people have?

Fu Cheng opened his mouth and was about to answer, Lord Xia Hou had already entered, he seemed to have nothing wrong, and greeted the guests with a smile.Master Xiahou was dressed in a beaming manner, lingering among the guests like a butterfly among thousands of flowers, but he just passed by among thousands of flowers. When he saw Young Master, he immediately rushed over with two big sleeves swinging, and said with a red face: "Why is the little prince sitting here?"

Fucheng's heart skipped a beat, is this the little prince of Zhenbei?

The folk customs in Suzhou are aggressive, and there have been many generals since ancient times. King Zhenbei really deserved this name during his lifetime, and he was a brave and skilled general.To be disrespectful, half of this country was brought down by King Zhenbei.However, the son of King Zhenbei seems to have such a bad thing. He has no knowledge of civil and military skills, and he spends all day in the land of Huayue. He is a well-known demon king in the world.The King of Zhenbei died in the frontier fortress, and the Prince of Zhenbei's mansion fell for a while, and then slowly rose again.The Li family's yin is flourishing and yang is declining, and the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion can still have its present glory thanks to the little prince's eldest sister, Li Xiaoyao.

The little prince is following the same path as Fucheng, but Fucheng is a hooligan, while he is a serious dude.

Fucheng instinctively felt that the little prince was a big trouble.

Lord Xiahou and the little prince chatted enthusiastically. Lord Xiahou glanced at "Chen Ming" and frowned slightly, as if he looked down on Chen Ming, but he didn't want to show it too much in front of the little prince.Master Xiahou asked the servant to change the table with good dishes, and then he floated away like a male butterfly.

After Lord Xiahou left, the little prince took a piece of meat for Fucheng and said, "Are you still angry with me? Did I hurt you last time?"

Fucheng was so frightened by these words that he choked to death.

It was only after Fucheng realized that, combined with Lord Xiahou's expression, could it be that Chen Ming was having an affair with the little prince?It's no wonder that the Chen family has gained a little power these two days, it turned out that it was the golden branch of King Zhenbei on the list.

Fu Cheng smiled very stiffly, he had nothing to say at all, if the little prince and Chen Ming really had that kind of relationship, it would be revealed if he said too much.Fucheng is known for being shameless, and he immediately picked up the posture of a young gentleman very familiarly, but he is very unskilled in business. At this time, he can't wait for Song Xiaochuan to possess him, so he can only act as a self-confident "feeling" Looking at the little prince with "pulling" eyes.

The little prince looked at him faintly and said, "A Ming, you look uglier laughing like this than crying."

The little prince reached out and wanted to touch his own face, A Ming, Fu Cheng's whole body tensed up, seeing the little prince's hand getting closer and closer.With a slap, Fucheng reached out and clasped the little prince's hand with a bit too much force, even the little prince was slightly surprised.As soon as the little prince's hand touched Fucheng, Fucheng almost wanted to take off the little prince's claws directly.Fu Cheng used the greatest patience in his life, and said with a dark face: "Don't touch me."

Fucheng is not very capable and has many problems. He hates being touched by others.But at this moment, the overall situation was the most important thing, so he could only suppress his temper.

The little prince said with a mournful face, "Are you angry?"

Fucheng is on a mission but he is not ready to betray his lust. If he knows that he will meet the little prince, he should call Song Xiaochuan.

"No."

Fu Cheng spoke very heavily, already on the verge of going berserk.He held the little prince's hand in one hand and a chopstick in the other. It would not be difficult to stab him in public with Fucheng's ability, but Fucheng didn't have the guts. He is like playing.

The little prince withdrew his hand and smiled knowingly: "Then let's go back and play slowly."

Fucheng nodded stiffly, thinking that the little prince probably treats Chen Ming as a pet, and acts on him openly and aboveboard, without caring about Chen Ming's reputation at all, which shows that he doesn't really love him very much.

The little prince said affectionately: "I just like to see your cold look."

Fu Cheng rolled his eyes in his heart, this little prince turned out to be a chaste and strong woman, if he knew it, he would pretend to be affectionate.Fu Cheng found the route, and didn't bother to pretend, so he ignored him with a sullen face.

The little prince seemed to be here to please Chen Ming. The little prince didn't eat anything, but kept pouring wine and food for Fucheng.

Fucheng drank for a while, and felt that he couldn't drink anymore. He looked like he had just fished it out of the wine tank, so he stood up with sleepy eyes and said, "I'll go out for a while."

The little prince said: "The newcomer will come soon, just bear with me."

Fucheng said: "I can't bear it, I'm going..." Fucheng originally wanted to say release the water, but changed an elegant word, "thatched cottage."

Hearing the words, the little prince also got up, and said: "Then I will help you out." As he spoke, he hugged Fu Cheng's shoulders, but Fu Cheng had no time to refuse, the little prince looked soft and weak, and his strength was stronger than expected Too many, Fucheng is not good at pulling him up in public, so he can only frown and let the little prince hug him.

When passing by Yan Shaokang, Yan Shaokang frowned. He obviously knew that it was difficult for Fucheng to have physical contact with others. Now that he was directly hugged by the little prince on the shoulders, Fucheng could hold back his anger.Yan Shaokang silently asked Fucheng what was wrong with his eyes, but Fucheng didn't dare to look at him, and the next two could only play by ear.

The guard at the door just glanced at the young prince. Lord Xia should have given special instructions just now. Looking at the appearance of the young prince and "Chen Ming", he could guess what the two were going to do, and sent them off respectfully. gone.

Fucheng shut the little prince outside, and quickly put the water in. He was already bloated after drinking so much wine.It's just that his eyes were clear, and he wasn't even half drunk. He thought he wouldn't be drunk after a thousand cups, and the amount of alcohol just now wouldn't bother him.

After he finished draining the water, he felt melancholy again, because the little prince was still waiting, obviously wanting to "Chen Ming" have sex with him.

But after thinking about it, if it wasn't for the young prince, he probably wouldn't have been able to walk to the inner courtyard of Xiahou Mansion so smoothly.Not everyone can enter the inner courtyard of the Hou Mansion. The officials and gentlemen always cherish their lives very much. There are so many hidden masters in the courtyard, which cannot be solved by swordsmen like Fucheng.

Fu Cheng groped in the hut for a while, the hut was well built, there was not even a seam on the roof.The little prince was already waiting anxiously at the door, and said, "Amin, are you alright?"

Fucheng thought to himself, if you don't come to me, I will die.

Fucheng could only put aside his stinking problems for a while, and walked out drunkenly while stepping on fake snake steps, the little prince supported him, "Chen Ming" was already weakly conscious, and leaned on the little prince in a half-push and half-rest posture, as if It is a little sheep at the mercy of others.

Fucheng squinted his eyes to look at the structure of Xiahou Mansion.The situation in Xiahou Mansion is not complicated, but there are guards every thousand steps. This is only on the surface, and there should be a hidden guard guarding behind. The setting of one light and one dark can often catch people by surprise.

Fucheng was "invited" by the little prince into a wing room, which is the most central area of ​​Xiahou's mansion, only separated by a wall from Xiahou's compound.

The little prince walked around the drunken Fucheng with his arms around him, and felt that the drunken little Chen Ming was also interesting.He put Chen Ming on the bed, stared at him carefully, and found that this person was very different from his usual appearance.Chen Ming was lying on the bed with his eyes half-closed, his eyes were like a cold light from a finger pushed out of a scabbard.

The little prince lay beside him and looked into his eyes, suddenly lost his mind, wondering if he should take the next step.

But he didn't respond soon, he felt a pain in the back of his neck while hesitating, and then fell down uncontrollably, this process was infinitely magnified, the little prince looked at the other party lying there lazily, he I didn't even bother to pretend anymore, the moment my eyes closed, "Chen Ming" hooked his lips, and a mocking voice came like a dream: "Little prince, don't force yourself if you can't."