The prince is very fierce

At three o'clock in the morning, shopkeeper Sun put a rag on his shoulder and cleared away the wine bowls and dishes on the table. From time to time, he glanced at Xu Buling and Ning Qingye, dressed in white, leading a black horse in the warm sunshine of the bluestone alley. Fading away.

Shopkeeper Sun shook his head with a smile, and then sighed a little sadly.

In the blink of an eye, another generation has passed, whether it is in the court or in the world, there is always a new generation replacing the old, even the ordinary people in this alley.

Shopkeeper Sun has been running a liquor store in an alley all his life and has seen a lot of human kindness. As for the handsome men and beautiful women who meet by chance outside, he has seen too many.

Judging from Shopkeeper Sun's experience, when a prodigal son meets a rich and powerful daughter, the outcome is likely to be a tragedy. They were not from the right family, and half of them eloped without trace, just like a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam and met a wealthy daughter.

On the other hand, most of the heroines of the Jianghu who meet the sons of aristocratic families eventually get married. Most of the women in the world are fierce, but the children of aristocratic families have been taught to be gentle and elegant since childhood. When women are strong and men are weak, if they want to start chaos and give up, they have to weigh their three legs.

The pair of young people in their prime before them seemed to be a perfect match.

However, judging from the character of the two people, the man has much deeper thoughts. If his intentions are not right, the girl will probably suffer a big loss.

But shopkeeper Sun could see clearly what the man's character was like:

Hearing about the injustice at the wine table, he walked away with his sword without saying a word.

He walked through mountains of swords and seas of blood just to feel more comfortable drinking from the bowl of turbid wine in his hand.

Among scholars, this is called a gentleman, in the world of martial arts, he is called a knight, and among the neighbors, he is called a damn good person.

Shopkeeper Lu looked up and saw that the two people had disappeared deep into the alley, and sighed softly.

It's a pity that in this world, good people may not be rewarded well.

Love, hate, and hatred are always connected together, and they cannot escape even if they enter the world.

The down-and-out scholar who stayed overnight in the wine shop before was also a good old man. His mind was full of "learn martial arts and repay the emperor's family". He had to remember clearly how many bowls of rice he had in the wine shop every day, and ran there before leaving. When selling calligraphy, one must also pay off the credit account.

Such a person finally fell in front of the world, became depressed and depressed, his wife died, and such a good daughter also turned against her. It is a pity and lamentable. I can only blame God for not being wise...

While shopkeeper Sun was thinking, another customer came outside the wine shop.

The old woman wearing a magpie-tail flower hairpin, carrying a bamboo basket, walked out of the wine shop in a daze, without any of the familiarity she had in the past, and her eyes were only empty.

Shopkeeper Sun was stunned: "Sister, what's wrong with you? It's like you have lost your soul..."

The old woman came back to her senses, with tears hanging from the corners of her wrinkled eyes. She hesitated for a long time before saying in despair:

"Lao Zhang is gone, come here and buy him a bottle of wine. He has the best drink in his life..."

"Ouch!"

Old man Sun was anxious, wiped his hands with a towel and came out: "Master Zhang is in such good health, how could he... Oh... come in quickly, sit down and say..."

The old woman sat down in the shop with a basket and said with dull eyes: "A few days ago, Lao Zhang took a job. It seemed that he was going to Baima Village to help people look after homes and nursing homes. Who would have thought... alas... ...I told him earlier that the Jianghu people would have to die outside sooner or later, and asked him to step down and give the martial arts school to his disciples, but he didn't listen, so now it's better... Wuwu..."

Old Man Sun frowned. He naturally knew what happened at Baima Village two days ago. Sancai had no family members, so he found someone to bury the body, but he didn't expect...

"well……"

Sun Zhanqi sat down on the bench opposite and was silent for a long time, but had nothing to say.

The old woman is from Chang'an, and Master Zhang comes from Youzhou, and has also been drinking in his shop for decades.

There are many people who come to Chang'an City for mixed martial arts training. When they first come here, they are all full of ambition and want to make a name for themselves in Chang'an City with their fists.

But the most important thing in Chang'an City is talented people, and even a genius can find two similar ones in the city. But if a man in the world wants to stand firmly at the feet of the emperor, his skill alone is obviously not enough. He must fawn over those who should be cured, and those who are philistines must be philistines. He has his wife, children, and young children, so there is no need for pleasure and grudges. If you use people's money to eliminate disasters for others, and eventually get killed, you can only blame yourself for not being as good as others.

However, if he hadn't taken Sancai in at first, if Prince Xu hadn't rewarded him with that ingot of silver, and if he hadn't let Sancai save the silver, maybe it wouldn't have been such a big deal.

But who knew before it happened?

No matter how bad the world is, we can't blame the good people who do good things.

Shopkeeper Sun waited for the old woman to finish crying. After thinking for a long time, he went back to the back room and took out a bag of silver and gave it to the helpless old woman.

Now, except for the dead, everyone should feel more comfortable.

After Shopkeeper Sun sent the old woman out, he shook his head and sighed, then started clearing the wine table again...

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At noon, Xu Buling drove his horse to the corner tower of Dayefang.

Goulan Gambling House has not yet opened its doors, and the winter sun is very warm. Many naughty idlers gathered in front of the brazier of the tea stall, listening to the storyteller telling anecdotes from all over the world.

The story of Dayue's martial arts is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. In the absence of media channels such as radio and television, the most popular stories are naturally the stories of Jianghu heroes from all over the country, who eliminate harm for the people and kill one person for a hundred, and those who listen to it are excited. But in reality, the world of Jianghu is not as glamorous as what the storyteller said. In Xu Buring's view, it is nothing more than success and fame when you stand, and nothing when you lie down, that's all.

Xu Buling led the horse to a tea stall. He looked up and saw Zhu Manzhi, who had changed into new clothes, standing beside a tea stall and watching. The brand on his waist was replaced by a bronze medal from Tianzi Camp, which was as bright as gold. The officers, soldiers and warriors passing by all looked respectfully in their eyes.

Zhu Manzhi used to sit at the tea stall with his chin propped up while listening to storytelling, but now he has become a wolf guard of the Tianzi Camp with a transcendent status. He enjoys the salary of the seventh-grade military rank. Naturally, he can no longer pretend to be a man. He has no formal appearance and stands upright. He pressed the knife on his waist with his hands, and he looked really heroic.

"Best wishes, girl."

Xu Buling walked up to him and called out.

Zhu Manzhi's eyes lit up, and the serious expression just now disappeared. He turned around and ran over in a hurry, looking up and down with his big eyes:

"Mr. Xu, you're finally here. Were you okay last time? I saw you got punched and wanted to see you, but the palace was too big and I didn't dare to go in..."

Xu Buling smiled peacefully: "What can I do? Let's go and find a quiet place."

Zhu Manzhi nodded, hesitantly took the reins from Xu Buling's hand and followed him, then took off the bronze medal from his waist and shook it:

"Last time, I got most of the credit for the big case in Baima Village. I was directly promoted to Tianwei Camp. I ranked eighth in Tianzi Camp, which is amazing. Brothers from Dizi Camp had to wait at least ten years to get to Tianzi Camp. I entered Tianzi Camp not long after I arrived, and they all said that I was a loser... Good luck, huh~ Good luck is also a skill, don't you think so, Prince Xu?"