September 22nd, the autumnal equinox, it rains today.
The sky had been gloomy since morning.
Qipan Street is one of the seven streets of Chunlanfang among the thirty-seven streets in the capital. There are many silk and satin shops, pawnshops, banks and women's shops here, and most of the people coming and going are women. But just cross the street and turn a corner at the end. Xicheng Si Yamen of the Thirteen Cities Military and Horse Division.
Therefore, carriages and horses of court officials and dignitaries would often pass by.
Lingyi stood in front of a silk and satin shop half an hour ago, wearing an aqua gown swaying in the wind, but her red eyes looked through the bustling crowd towards the end of the street.
She had maintained this position for half an hour.
"Miss Ling, take a rest."
Next to him, Zhang Guangpu was sitting in front of a beef noodle stall on the roadside, ignoring the stall owner who looked at him with disgust because of the empty seat, "What if the prince doesn't take this path?"
"That's right!"
Sitting at the same table was a cold-faced young man, wearing a tight-fitting green shirt and trouser legs. He had a long sword with a bald scabbard on his waist and his hair was tied loosely. This is the "extreme warrior" attire that has become popular in the capital recently, and also I don’t know who invented it. This kind of dress represents the ultimate martial arts spirit, and martial arts can flourish. "If it doesn’t work, we will go to Jiang Mansion to ask for an explanation."
Zhang Guangpu was startled for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Miao Xiaoliu, you are a wandering warrior from northern Xinjiang who doesn't know the depth of the water in the capital. Who are we? Let alone go to the Jiang family to ask for an explanation. The Jiang family guards Hu Sange. Haven't you heard of it? I made acquaintance with him a few days ago. He is a half-step master. He is very arrogant. It is said that he already has a wife and a concubine. A few days ago, he used the money rewarded by Prince Jiang to break into the forbidden land of Jiuluan Mountain to marry him. I took the concubine of Ma Lingyin of Xiliang Mansion as my concubine. If this were the case in my hometown, a proper high-roller and a bodyguard would be like this..."
I can't go on. Not to mention the Jiang family's relatives, princes and nobles, as well as Prince Jiang's heroic deeds in the past few days. Who doesn't know the other? Anyone who is a martial artist is not afraid of them.
"so what?"
Miao Xiaoliu was angry and dissatisfied, and nine of them were dissatisfied: "What about family background? What martial artists like us focus on is to learn martial arts, use martial arts to make friends, and use martial arts to prove the Tao. This is two different things from family background. You have to understand this truth. Although he is the heir apparent. , but in martial arts, he is equal to me. He is just not talented, but he has already challenged the geniuses of all the major academies and the top ten young masters!"
Zhang Guangpu was shocked.
Lingyi also glanced over.
"Of course! They ignored me." Miao Xiaoliu smiled coldly, "But my martial arts have become more refined."
Lingyi turned his head again.
Zhang Guangpu smashed his mouth, waved and shouted: "Boss, please give me three bowls of beef noodles, three copper coins a bowl."
The boss had a happy face and had already taken off the rag to wipe the table. When he heard this, his face suddenly changed: "The minimum is eight copper coins per bowl."
"Then no, I can't afford it."
Zhang Guangpu sighed. Land in the capital is expensive, prices are extremely high, and there are still three or four months left before the National College Entrance Examination, so he can't afford it.
At this moment, a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life suddenly sat at the table next to him, with a messy stubble and a little bloodshot eyes: "Boss, three kilograms of beef and a bowl of steamed noodles."
"Okay!" The stall owner started busy.
Zhang Guangpu and Miao Xiaoliu cast envious glances, and then heard the sound of wheels, horse hooves and someone coldly scolding them to clear the way.
Turning around suddenly.
At the end of the long street, a luxury car pulled by four horses was seen slowly approaching, escorted by dozens of men and women on horseback with upright postures and bright eyes.
The dull sound of horse hooves echoed through the long street.
The heart-shaking ferocious aura and the aura of a wealthy family are rushing toward you, making people fearful even before they get close.
Passers-by on the street gave way, and vendors hurriedly moved tables, stools and stalls out of the way.
"The Crown Prince of the Jiang family is here!" Zhang Guangpu lowered his voice. He had complicated feelings towards the Crown Prince Jiang who had been in the same boat with him.
Miao Xiaoliu's eyes flickered for a moment, then he suddenly became frightened and shrank his neck.
On the left hand side, behind the silk shop, outside a tall pavilion building, a dozen people in tight clothes and solemn expressions were hiding in the corner, guarding against the surroundings.
In the attic, a voluptuous singer was pouring wine. The owner of the wine glass was an old man with gray hair and fine clothes. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He said, "Splendid peace!"
There were three young men and women sitting cross-legged in the hall. One of them, a woman in her twenties, had a pair of sharp eyebrows comparable to those of a man. She had a straight back and a sharp face. She replied: "My granddaughter is here."
"I have nothing to do today, so my grandfather brought you here to see the excitement. Do you know what's going on?"
The old man smiled, but his expression was kind, but he still couldn't hide the aura of majesty and superiority.
As the Right Prime Minister, he is in charge of all military and national affairs in the world. He is below three or two people but above ten thousand people. His words, deeds and actions have already been deeply rooted in his bones.
"Granddaughter, do you think we're going to see how the Prince of the Jiang family breaks the situation?"
Feng Shuning said in a deep voice: "We still need to test whether this person is qualified to win the Fengtian Tower Sword Formation Picture of the Fragmented Lotus in the Taiping Palace ten days later."
"Well……"
Feng Sihu stroked his beard and nodded in approval.
Feng Shuning added: "But my granddaughter thinks that if this person wants to win, it will be like looking for a needle in a haystack."
"Oh?" Feng Sihu became somewhat interested.
Feng Shuning said: "First of all, I heard that there have been rumors in the palace recently that the kind of Qi that the Jiang family's heirs are twisting together is not the real Shinto Qi. There are also rumors in the market that the secret realm of Jiuluan Mountain is... In fact, the Jiang family deliberately created momentum, using the experience of their ancestors. Now in just twenty days, the influence of the eldest son of the Jiang family has completely faded.
Even if the court intended it, the granddaughter still thinks that this son is not surprising. It is not because of the granddaughter. All the participants are geniuses. It is impossible for one person to achieve too much. However, the eldest son of the Jiang family is aloof and greedy. temperament. "
"What you said makes some sense. In fact, it doesn't matter what kind of energy Jiang Yuqing has, how talented he is, or whether the Jiuluan Mountain Forbidden Area is real or fake. What's important is that he hasn't grown up yet, and the Jiang family can't stand out. He No matter how defiant someone is, he will have to be suppressed for life.
In the Zhou Dynasty, there have been so many amazing and talented people in the world for hundreds of years. In the capital city, under the feet of the emperor, everything in the world, political affairs, and military affairs is complicated. Which genius can leave a long-lasting name? Not only is this Jiang Yuqing famous all over the world, but someone has found an opportunity..."
Feng Sihu played with the wine glass, made a gesture, and looked at a group of grandchildren, "It's not impossible. Do you know why?"
Feng Shuning frowned slightly: "My granddaughter doesn't know. She has always been puzzled by this matter. The ancestors of the Jiang family opened up the territory and expanded the territory, and the loyal heroes of the past generations did not mention it. Nowadays, the family is full of widows and only has two single seedlings. Why are there still people who can't tolerate it?"
"Emperor Taizu once told King Jiang that my descendants will do it for three hundred years, your descendants will do it for three hundred years, and Mr. Zhuge's descendants will do it for another three hundred years."
Feng Sihu chuckled lightly, "Maybe this is just a rumor among the people, but have you ever heard of the twenty-eight prefectures in the three major states of the Western Region?"
A young man in the hall said: "My grandson has been there. The land of the three major states and the twenty-eight prefectures has been managed by the Jiang family for three hundred years. The Jiang family has long been known only to the Emperor Zhou, and the 300,000 powerful soldiers of the Western Qin Dynasty only listen to the Jiang family." When the order is given, the tail will not fall off, and the name of the princes will remain true."
Feng Sihu smiled and said: "So, do you think who will do it next?"
Feng Shuning narrowed his eyes slightly: "Two forbidden armies?"
Feng Sihu stroked his beard and stopped talking.
A young man's eyes widened: "This sudden attack is too cruel."
Feng Sihu sighed: "You should know that the imperial power is given by heaven and cannot be taken away by anyone. If you take it away, you will be destroyed. This is what I said, you must remember it!"
"Here!"
