"This dancer?" Zhongxihou stared at the dancer in white and couldn't help but get out of sight. In addition, today's night banquets are mostly about blood-activated diets, and the thoughts in his mind have already been full of joy.

"What Lord Zhong is talking about this white dancer? This dancer is named Zang Yan, a foreign woman."

Women, beautiful women, beautiful women. This beautiful women also have red hair. The red-haired women are openly disgusted and seductive. Those elegant people always criticize and scold them openly, but secretly think about this and that. The skill of the red-haired fox charming girl is generally not bad in private.

Zhongxihou wanted to accompany the dancer, he wanted to watch the dancer dance, and the colorful dress dance, what kind of charm is she doing this dance?

Zhu Yinuo was drinking there, and he didn't like the deer-blood wine, but King Jinling and Zhu Jiannan often drank this wine. Zhu Yinuo was drinking in order to find something to do. He didn't go to see Zhongxihou or do other things, so he just drank there. It was boring. It was all because of the fact that Dahong Brother insisted on pulling Mo Ming to study the elegant paintings. It was boring and boring.

The vocal music was heard, the dancer was graceful, and Zhongxihou stood up. He was attracted by the dancer who called Zangyan. He was curious about the dancer, and he wanted to bring the red-haired and charming dancer back to the city of never sleep.

Zhongxihou clapped his hands, completely ignoring his identity as the lord of a city, and was watching the dance and playing rhythm with the music.

The woman's hands are really beautiful. He seems to have never seen such a beautiful hand. The hand is soft and boneless, as green and white jade, slender and flawless. Such a hand should not hold a sword, and should not cook or play the piano.

The expression of Zhongxi Hou had not changed and stepped on his sword with his foot. This action scared Qin Ji beside him and collapsed on the ground. No one could touch his sword.

Hearing another "scarlet" sound, Zangyan shrank out of her sleeve and stabbed Zhongxihou. Zhongxihou had never seen the Qin King breaking the formation dance. If the Wu was so rude, then he would lose interest.

With a step, he grabbed the Wuyu Sword and turned his body and patted the sword girl's slender jade hand holding the blade with his other hand. The dance girl was undoubtedly stupid. If he was angry, he could kill her with one sword. Even if Zhongxi Hou did not kill her, when she was at a disadvantage, the old fox of Jinling would kill her.

When Zhongxihou saw the woman's eyes empty, the woman's eyebrows frowned.

As the Lord of Westdiva held her hands, she looked like a puppet wrapped in silk thread, and the two danced swords like a different scenery. The woman's hands were not cold, or hot. Is her heart beating too fast, or the blood rolling too fast? Is it hot or hot?

He grabbed her like this, and the two danced in the lobby one after another. The broken blade was slightly away from his throat several times, and was moved away at a critical moment.

In the middle of the hall, the black charcoal in the west surrounded a fair-skinned red-haired beauty dancing gracefully. Everyone in the audience thought the wine was good, so they couldn't help but cheer, and they couldn't help but drink a few more glasses of deer blood wine.

Of course, when everyone's eyes were attracted by the dance of the black and white two people, the old dragon king in Lincheng drank two more glasses. He drank too quickly and his face turned red. However, he saw the old dragon king covering his mouth and nose with his sleeves, sticking out his tongue and licking the wine that oozed out of the corner of his mouth. He smashed it, it was delicious.

For the guests here, they drink too much deer blood and their blood is boiling. When the banquet is over, they should go out and have fun.

Zhu Jiannan has always been in poor health. After drinking three or two glasses of wine today, he changed to a cup of strong tea and sobered up. He took a sip and looked at the two dancing in the middle of the hall with a smile.

His Highness of Lincheng looked at the sword-wearing guards on the side. The guards knew it, holding the hilt of the sword in their hands, but they looked depressed and frightened. Zhu Jiannan glanced at him in his eyes. The more than ten guards looked ridiculous and embarrassing.

They were trying hard to draw the sword, but it was strange. The sword seemed to be sealed in a scabbard. No matter how hard they used, they could not be unsheathed.

After making an appointment, the dance was dancing like this for a moment. Zhongxihou insisted on hugging Wu Ji Zangyan and returning to his seat to sit down, holding the glass of deer blood wine that had been used up and drinking it all.

After he felt good, he slapped the wine glass on the table and made a light sound. Then, hearing the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed, the thirteen guards who tried to draw their swords were unsheathed, and the guests here looked stunned and confused.

Zhu Jiannan frowned slightly, but in an instant, he scolded the guards again and said, "The lobby is just this little place. Why are you guys joining in the fun? When you go back to the courtyard to hold a banquet, you will show off your sword dance to all the nobles here."

The head servant bowed with gratitude and said, "The prince forgives his crimes, and the reckless man is attracted by the heroic figure of the Lord Zhongcheng, and he can't help but feel..."

"Forget it, get out!"

Immediately afterwards, I watched the thirteen guards wearing swords and light armor, and were really fighting, and rolled out of the banquet, with a burst of laughter at the banquet.

Zhongxihou looked interesting, but heard a crisp laughter. He turned his head and it turned out that the red-haired dancer was covering his mouth and laughing.

The slightly green Qiuniang eyebrows, red lips and white face, and the laughter of the wind chimes actually became less charming and more playful.

"Prince, I'll ask the prince to give me something."

Not to mention Mr. Zhu, Zhu Jiannan also understood the meaning of Zhongxi Hou. Zhu Jiannan looked at his grandfather. The old Dragon King in Lincheng nodded slightly, pretending to be generous, and then drank half a glass of wine at a young age. Even though he was greedy for half a glass of wine, Zhu Jiannan frowned slightly, but he didn't say much.

Zhu Jiannan felt helpless and bad in his face. He was not upset. He turned his head and looked at Zhongxihou with a smile on his face, and said softly: "Heroes should use three thousand beauties. Since the Lord Zhongcheng does not abandon the bad looks of the dance girl, he should serve the Lord Zhongchenghou."

Zhongxihou was not artificial, and hugged Zangyan into his arms and gently picked up the beauty's chin. The red-haired dancer was resentful and hated, and helpless.

"It's good to reward this girl with the orphans, and make three hundred taels of gold, how about it?"

Everyone was stunned. Jin Sanbailiang? The eyes were concentrated on the previous Qin Ji, which scared the girl who had been in her 28th year to the point of being pale and bloodless. Seeing her body trembling slightly, she thought she was scared by the black barbarian in the west.

Zhu Jiannan shook his head. When the Marquis of Zhongxi knew that there was something to say, he heard Zhu Jiannan continue to say: "The yellow and white things are clichés. It is better to do this. I heard that the city never sleeps tens of millions of treasures, so the Lord of Zhong City owed Xiao Wang a sword that was unparalleled today. How about it?"

Zhongxihou laughed, slapped the table, and shouted: "Okay, I'll send it here tonight."

Zhu Jiannan shook his head and added: "I don't like ordinary swords. What Xiao Wang wants is a famous sword that can be listed as a hundred in the famous swords in the famous list of the swords."

The guests at the restaurant couldn't help but silence, and they all guessed that Zhongxihou was not going to ask for this little girl, but how could he have thought that this dead black charcoal was for the joy between the little girl's legs or because of losing face. After laughing a few times, he not only promised a famous sword that ranked 100 in the sword score, but also added a high-quality treasure sword.

At the end of the banquet, a bunch of gossips were like wild dogs, and they couldn't feed them. They said that the man wanted two beautiful girls at once, and they also guessed that they would go out with the wall tomorrow morning. After saying this, he laughed at the man who just bought the Qin Ji and took the red-haired dancer for being useless. He didn't know how to be polite.

But what these people don’t understand is that Zhongxi Hou was determined to repay his life. Even if he knew how his subordinate died tragically, he would not plan to seek revenge.

However, even if he killed the man under him, he did not intend to seek revenge, but it would not prevent him from spreading his resentment on the Sword Emperor who killed the spearmen, and his fists were on Chunqiu's head. He was not going to tell whether the Sword Emperor was really one of those murderers. Literature and martial artists fought with fists, and then they fought first.

After the guests dispersed, the night was quiet. The King of Jinling Palace, Zhongxihou looked up and looked at the moon half covered by the eaves. The moon in the middle earth was indeed different from the western land.

The old fox and the little fox clearly knew that the red-haired dancer could not be close to him, let alone hurt him. If it weren't for his request, the old fox would have ordered someone to break her tendons, engraved her words on her face, and expelled her from the palace. A little more miserable would be to be exiled to the border areas as prostitutes.

Zhongxihou frowned slightly. This method was undoubtedly the most cruel. But even so, Zhongxihou would find her. He would bring this woman back to the city of never sleeping, and he would find the most famous doctor in the world to cure her hands.

"King Jinling is indeed a very good person in his work."

"There was a man in Lincheng who wrote very well and was loved by his father."

Lincheng's calligraphy and painting are famous all over the world. If you have good calligraphy and painting, you will have a place to establish yourself. People in Lincheng who are well-off will also start to ask a teacher to teach his children's poetry and painting when they are seven or eight years old. This is the same as Wanfengcheng's martial arts.

"This man did something wrong, and he wrote a poem."

"Oh, what poem is so annoying?"

Zhu Jiannan sat down, sat on a wooden chair next to the lotus pond, and swayed his fan to think deeply.

"I am born in the beautiful woods in the forest, and I will be sad without wind or rain. The dragon dives into the black water and does not hear the world. I wander around the sky and see the nine states. It is difficult to calm down in the chaotic times. My flowers bloom and fall in autumn. I sharpen my guns and listen to fencing on the moonlit night, and I sit and wait for the wind and rain to complain about the sky."

Zhongxihou could hear that the person who wrote this poem was a rough man. This man was young and young, and was at his pretentious age. He wanted to travel the world and conquer the world. He was ambitious and wild.

"What a chaotic world, my flowers bloom and fall in autumn."

Zhongxihou could hear this sentence. If he listened intentionally and incorrectly, black can turn white, not to mention such a poem expressing one's will. It's not that my flower does not bloom, it's that you bloom, it's that you don't understand the time. When I bloom, it's that time when you wither.

"The poem has no intention that people have ambitions, but how can they be born into the imperial family?"

"Xiao Wang is also afraid that Hero Zhong will know this person."

Zhongxihou really doesn't know who Zhu Jiannan is talking about. These people always think that people who are a little famous in the world in the world should understand and know. Zhu Jiannan

He continued: "It is inconvenient to mention his real name. He gave himself a name. After he left Jinling, he used this name to spread the world. He called Wen Jiu."

"Wen Jiu?"

The name of Zhongxihou does remember that this man's era is far away, and his era is an era earlier than Zhong Nanyan. When he heard Zhong Nanyan laughing about the world, he heard this man's name. Wen Jiu, who used a silver overlord gun, and many people used a gun. What's strange is that Wen Jiu only has one arm, and his other arm is a waste, swaying to the ground, unable to exert force and cannot hold objects, and as a decoration, it is also a waste arm that is also cumbersome.

"It's the one with one arm and one spear."

"He was originally a prince of the Zhu family, deeply favored, and both civil and military. Therefore, he was destined to be trapped in a struggle for power that he did not want."

So what kind of struggle?

The prince arrested him in the name of premeditation and deposed his right hand holding a pen and writing. All his thoughts were gone, the man left Jinling and traveled around the world, using the hand that was not good at holding a pen and a sword. He came back a few years later, in order to help his second brother win the throne, he returned to Jinling. He held a spear in one hand and killed a total of eighteen good players around the prince. Those masters had a list of heroes in the past, all of whom were within one hundred!

And his second brother shot the prince to death with an arrow without mercy.

"A throne, brothers and feet are tragic?"

The Marquis of Zhongxi was not the blood of the emperor, nor was he born in the imperial family. He was born in a farm house, but just a few months after his birth, his home was destroyed and his hut was washed away by a group of robbers. Zhong Nanyan, who was passing by, took the child away and he washed the robbers.

When the child was three years old, Zhong Nanyan told the child.

Should I hold a sword or live in the world and do nothing?

Everyone in the world already knows the answer, and this child is standing here.

Zhu Jiannan suddenly knelt on the ground and kneeled in front of Zhongxihou. How could Zhongxihou have expected that the Prince of Jinling would come like this? The little Lei also knelt down and knelt beside the Prince.

Haha, don’t you Central Plains people always say that there is gold under your knees? Are you too rich and look down on gold?

Zhongxihou was not surprised. He lowered his head to look at the two black and white people.

"I think the Marquis has seen through Xiao Wang's body and can survive for a long time..."

Zhongxi Hou reached out to signal the man to stop. There were not many people who used to calling him the marquis, and there were also many: "It is really indecent to be the prince of Jinling kneeling down with others like this, let alone you Zhongyuan people always say that there is gold under the knees of men."

"Do you know the pain of being born in the imperial family? Brothers and sisters cannot love each other like normal families. I thought our family would be different. My elder brother is firmly in the prince. I can wander around the city as I wish, Yipu..."

"Every family has a difficult sutra to recite, and it is useless to vomit bitter water."

"Mr. Marquis, I only ask the Marquis to ask the Marquis for one thing."

"Come and listen."

"In the future, I promise to hold power in Lincheng, and I would like to ask the Marquis to help me. One-third of Lincheng's wealth can be returned to the Marquis' city that never sleeps..."

Such a transaction only makes money but not loses. Today, Lincheng's power is second only to Guwei City. However, Lincheng's financial resources are insurmountable to Guwei City.

"Is this using money to bribe the orphan? Prince, don't forget that the city of orphans never sleeps is small, but the people are healthy and the city has sufficient wealth. Even if your third brother really fulfills his promise in the future, these wealth and orphans will be just a decoration of numbers and will have no other use."

"How dare you ask what the conditions are before the Marquis will agree?"

Zhongxihou smiled. He knew that the prince had recognized him. For the sake of Zhu Yinuo who was angry at him, he had given up his dignity and could not bring gold under his knees into the underworld.

"I am alone and my eyes are everywhere, but I can't find out the few organizations in this world."

"Yan Yunqi, Yan Luo Palace..." Zhu Jiannan paused, "Yi Shuihan."

Zhongxi Hou clapped his hands and said that Zhu Jiannan was a smart man who was very smart in his words.

"Yan Yunqi is so uninterested. Yan Luo Palace and Mu Han Tower have eyes and ears. Yi Shuihan, may you talk to Gu?"

"Why is the Marquis interested in Yi Shuihan alone?"

"On the day Gu Cai came to Jinling, four swordsmen died in Jinling City. Judging from the mortal martial arts, four swordsmen of Yuanzu Jia, etc.."

Zhu Jiannan did not speak, but smiled with his lips curled. Yes, when did the warrior at the Yuanzu realm suddenly die so cheaply?

When Yu Guangsau, the Marquis of Zhongxi, saw Zhu Jiannan's smile, he also laughed secretly, but then said something that had nothing to do with the previous conversation: "A few days ago, the little prince and the young master of the Mo family went to the city of never sleep, and asked about something everywhere, whose name was, Naga Huiming Pill."
Chapter completed!