But this little Marquis Baochan is also a wonderful person. He doesn't want to be an official or a businessman, but he just wants to be a hero who is the most useless in the words of Marquis Guangyi.

He was even more obsessed with various weapons to the point of being pathological. According to him, if there were any easy magic weapons, not to mention giving them a marquis, or giving them a position to the emperor, they had to consider it.

The consequence of this is that although the old man is protecting him, Baochan was beaten to the bed for half a month. However, since then, most people inside and outside the mansion have also known that Baochan’s little marquis likes to collect divine weapons. So many people from the Song Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty’s sword, the Han Dynasty’s sword, and the Zhou Dynasty’s axe were given.

This is how people are. The more they see, the more they feel, the more they feel that the treasure is rare. In the end, the one who can really get into the eyes of the little marquis is just a sword, axe, a gun, a stick and a halberd. Since then, the little marquis often said that it is a pity that he did not find a treasure sword.

In fact, there are not many treasure swords sent by these families. It is not easy to break hair, but there is no one that can reach the eyes of the little marquis. If this continues, I am afraid that only by finding the weapons of the second master of the Martial Saint Guan, can we relieve the little marquis' greed.

Fortunately, although the little marquis was obsessed with weapons, he was even more afraid that his father would not have any results after he searched for the treasure knife. Under the instructions of Mr. Guangyi, he found a marquis who was thousands of miles away to tailor a treasure knife for himself. Although it was not a famous object in history, it was also a rare magic weapon in the world. It is said that the meteorite consumed just 82 kilograms, not counting the gold and silver cast in it.

It took two years to finally become this golden sword. According to Baochan's meaning, he originally wanted to name it "The No. 1 Sword in the World", but it sounded like boundless domineering, but this "The No. 1 Sword in the World" was too taboo, so he finally named it "Chengyue".

Inheriting the moon, inheriting the fortune of heaven and earth, and gathering the light of the sun and moon. You can imagine the weight of this precious sword in the heart of the little marquis.

Today, the sword was completed, so I couldn't wait to show it out. It was not the character of Baochan's little marquis.

Although most of the playboys present were ignorant and only knew how to show off their power on women's belly, most of their fathers were heroes who started with Emperor Hongwu. They had never eaten pork before and had seen a few pigs running.

As soon as the red sandalwood box opened the gap, the temperature in the entire room dropped. Those who were weak and afraid of the cold, even made several moves one after another.

After the box was about halfway open, the rough shape of the blade appeared in front of everyone, and the golden light shook even more dizzy.

"Good knife! A peerless knife!" Hua Guoan laughed in his palm: "Congratulations to Brother Baochan for congratulating Brother Baochan, this sword finally has. This is not in vain for Brother Baochan's reputation as the "Tianxia Armament"!"

Baochan smiled and pulled out the treasure knife made by the magic craftsman. The knife was about four feet long, and a four-clawed golden dragon entrenched from the hilt to the tip of the knife. With a slight wave, the room was shining brightly, and the golden luster made people dizzy.

Baochan suddenly pointed the tip of the knife at Ma Shisan, which scared Ma Shisan so much that he almost fell to the ground. The beauty in his arms screamed and collapsed to the ground.

"Shisan, see if my sword is good or bad?" Baochan pointed at Ma Shisan's nose half an inch away. The sharp sword tip swung back and forth with Baochan's arm. Baochan smiled playfully, regardless of the cold sweat that had fallen on Ma Shisan's forehead.

"The sword collected by Brother Baochan must be a good one." Ma Shisan didn't care about wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, and he didn't dare to dodge the slightest.

Now, even the most dullest Hua Guoan understood what was wrong: "Brother Baochan, has this bastard Ma Shisan offended you? As long as Brother Baochan you say yes, I will let someone kill him and drag him out to feed the dog."

"Occursing me?" Baochan's body, which was somewhat hollowed out by the wine, could no longer support a large knife worth dozens of kilograms for a long time, took the opportunity to put it down, took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the spotless blade: "It's not like offending me, I just heard that someone has been getting closer to my cousin who is talented and knowledgeable, and seems to be a little disregarded."

Hua Guoan was furious when he heard this. He kicked Ma Shisan to the ground with one kick, grabbed his collar and punched him: "Brother Baochan is not bad for you, you have to surrender to that bastard Xie Xingyan! It is said that righteousness is a dog slaughterer, and ruthlessness is the most scholar. Ma Shisan, you read the most, so you are the most bastard!"

Seeing that his familiar face was gradually being beaten to pieces, Baochan felt dimly excited, put the treasure knife in his hand into the box and put it away, and told him to leave.

The butler Song Zhong held the Zitan box and followed Baochan downstairs.

Hua Guoan Changshu sank on the ground in one breath: "Thirteen, is it okay?"

"I was almost beaten to death by you. Do you think it's okay? You can't take it lighter. Ouch..." I wonder if I had used a little more force to speak and touched some wounds. Ma Shisan suddenly started to wail.

"Be gentle?" Hua Guoan sneered and ordered several courtesans in the house to get out quickly. Then he pointed at Ma Shisan's nose and cursed: "If I were gentle, you would be lying down in the mass grave outside the city tomorrow! Everyone said that I, Mr. Hua, have a bad brain, but I found that Mr. Ma, is not good at using your brain! Who is the biggest in Huaiyin City, you don't know what you think? He actually went to get close to his most disgusted cousin. Today I will hit you a few punches and kick you a few kicks to save your life. If you heal in a few days, get out and apologize to Brother Baochan."

Ma Shisan sighed and lay in the ground with wine as if he had accepted his fate.

Baochan looked back downstairs at Zi Ningxuan, which was still brightly lit in the drizzle. This is the place where several people come most often and they should not come again in the future.

Shaking his head and returning to his senses, he took out fifty taels of silver from his arms and handed it to the butler Song Zhong: "The fifty taels of silver were handed over to Aunt Hong, just to think that I knocked her over and disturbed the customer's compensation."

Butler Song hurriedly took the silver note and nodded.

Baochan sighed lightly and boarded the luxurious and scary carriage. His servants at home delivered the warm sober soup on the stove to the little marquis.

Baochan took the sobering soup, as if he was remembering something. He opened the curtain and happened to see the butler Song Zhong handed the red sandalwood box in his hand to the coachman for safekeeping. He was about to return to Zi Ningxuan, so he hurriedly called Song Zhong: "After returning home, go and get some good wound medicine to send to Ma Gongzi's mansion."

Song Zhong nodded and agreed. Baochan was still a little worried and told him: "Remember to get the intermittent ointment I often use. If the butler Zhou Da refused, he would say it was what I wanted."

"Don't worry, little marquis." Butler Song responded.

Baochan then put down the curtain with confidence.

Just when Butler Song turned around again and was about to return to Zi Ningxuan, Baochan's slightly tired voice came from the car: "The girl who came into the mansion to sing songs last time sang well, please find her again."

Butler Song hesitated for a moment before he responded.

As the sound of the wheels and the bluestone slabs gradually faded away, Baochan shrank his body and found the softest and most comfortable place on the maid's thigh.

For this little maid who has served him since childhood, she can finally put down the heavy mask she wore on her face, sighed and planned to sleep in the mansion.

While the maid was trying her best to pinch the little Marquis Baochan, she whispered to ask the little Marquis that he had encountered something unhappy.

"Jinzhu, do you think I am a villain?" Baochan turned over slightly and pressed his face against Jinzhu's warm thighs.

Jinzhu touched Baochan's slightly moist face and whispered: "Who dares to say that our little marquis Baochan is a bad person, so I will tear his mouth apart. Who in the mansion knows that our little marquis treats servants the most kind, how could he be a bad person?"

Baochan smiled bitterly: "I still remember that Butler Zhou Da told my father that some people have consciences, while others have consciences eaten by dogs, and they don't live in pain. The most painful thing is the people whose consciences are half eaten by dogs and left half of them."

"Why did the little marquis think about this?" Jin Zhu was puzzled.

Baochan shook his head and changed into Ansheng's posture: "It's nothing, go home."

The drizzle just drizzled like this, pouring on people's bodies and cold in their hearts.

Guang Yihou, who was over fifty years old, had a little gray hair, holding a bowl of hot ginger tea, lying beside the candlelight and drinking in small sips. The hot tea dispelled the cold air from his body, but could not drive away the chill in his heart.

The few memorandums on the case in front of me were all things that Xie Xingyan dared not deal with.

One letter said that there was another chaos in the northwest, saying that it was dissatisfied with the rule of the Ming officials.

One letter said that the remnants of the Great Yuan Dynasty who fled to the north were a little uneasy, and seemed to be preparing to join forces with the descendants of Genghis Khan of the Golden Horde to go south again.

The last letter is what really scary. Duke of Song is now under house arrest in the imperial city, called teaching the emperor's grandson to study. Who doesn't know that although Feng Sheng had a fond of reading throughout his life, most of the books he read were military books. What does this knowledge have to do with governing the country? He just found an excuse to block the long mouths of the people in the world.

I think Duke Song is really dead in the near future. In this way, the sixth Duke and forty-eight marquis were the only one left. I just hope that my elder brother, who has become Emperor Hongwu, can give me a chance to see how I was squatting together in the bitter kiln and eating steamed buns.

"Uncle, I just heard from the people that the censor named Li in Huaiyin City is dead." Xie Xingyan looked through the memorials on the desk, and mentioned it casually as if he was casually.

Guangyi Hou replied in a flash: "Die? It's a pity that he is so talented." As soon as he said that, Jiang Jingchu was suddenly stunned: "How did he die?"

Xie Xingyan looked up and said, "I heard from the servants that he offended Punishment Song Tong and was killed in the street."

Jiang Jingchu frowned and said impatiently: "Nonsense, Punishment Song Tong likes this kid the most, how could he send someone to kill him? If you pass on my words, whoever dares to gossip about it will be expelled from the mansion."

"Yes," Xie Xingyan responded.

Jiang Jingchu looked at his nephew who seemed to be silenced but stopped. He couldn't help but feel angry and his voice rose a little: "You came here to tell me that someone died?"

Xie Xingyan hesitated for a moment: "There is another thing that I don't know whether to speak or not."

"Tell me, you and I are all my family, so what else can I care about? Don't be like this little daughter."

"Baochan beat Ma Zhuzhu's son in Zi Ningxuan."

"The son of Master Ma? Which son?"
Chapter completed!