There is a prominent character in the name of Prince Li Xian, but it does not appear.
It seems that he has been reincarnated into a dead bird. Xiao Chen still sincerely wishes him to be an ordinary person in his next life, but never join the imperial family again!
Just when the gold paper he brought was almost finished burning, a hunchbacked old man quietly appeared in front of the tomb, nodded to Xiao Chen, and motioned for him to follow him.
Several people followed him around the mausoleum and walked for a long time along a winding tree-shaded path. At the end of the path was a small pavilion. In the snowy light, they could see two old men sitting in the pavilion, with a red clay stove next to them.
, there is a vat of wine simmering on the stove, already boiling.
Very fragrant wine.
Green ants' new fermented wine, small red clay stove.
"It's snowing in the evening." One of the old men, wearing a green shirt and short robe, gray hair and a red face, turned to Xiao Chen and smiled slightly, "Can you have a drink?"
"The wine we drink here is all sacrificial wine. Who are you two old men offering sacrifices to?" Xiao Chen motioned to Fu Yan and others to wait outside, and strode in.
"Sacrifice the common people in the world." The old man in green shirt casually picked up the wine jar, filled a broken rough porcelain bowl with a chip, and raised his hand to signal Xiao Chen to sit down.
What a loud tone!
"My lord, Xiao Chen, may I ask the names of these two old men?" Xiao Chen was not polite, sat down, and bowed with his hands in front of him, without breaking the rules of etiquette.
"My surname is Zhang. I haven't used my name for a long time, but I can't remember it. You can just call me Grandpa Zhang." The old man in blue shirt said boldly.
Treat Xiao Chen as a grandson.
"Are you Xiao Chen?" The other old man is about sixty years old. He is dressed in rich clothes and wearing a jade belt. He is sitting upright with his lapel folded. He has a clear face and white beard and hair. He looks very powerful as he looks around.
"You are Murong Heng, Marquis Murong." As soon as Xiao Chen saw his appearance, he had a feeling of déjà vu. Coupled with his arrogant and arrogant attitude as he looked sideways at the world, his mind quickly guessed.
reveal his identity.
"Haha, what did I say? This kid is very smart!" Old Man Zhang chuckled.
"I'm afraid that my cleverness will lead to misunderstandings." The old man in golden clothes stared at Xiao Chen, "Are you the prince Zhu Yuanqi?"
"The world has changed, time has passed, the Han Dynasty has long since died, where is the prince?" Xiao Chen said lightly, "Just like you Murong Heng, now you are no longer the Marquis of Zhenxi, but the Duke of Zhenxi."
Murong Heng was silent.
"Hahaha, what a sharp-tongued, sarcastic kid!" Old Man Zhang burst out laughing.
"What this junior said is also true." Xiao Chen said.
"Prince, please change your clothes." Murong Heng stood up and cupped his fists in front of Xiao Chen as a salute. His attitude was quite humble, but his tone was unquestionable.
"Damn it, what I did as a prince is really miserable. I fucked my butt naked all day long and was embarrassed everywhere!" Xiao Chen knew that he was cautious and didn't let him see the mark on his butt. He was
You won't believe your identity.
Duan Ling'er outside the pavilion saw Xiao Chen taking off his pants from a distance, and was really confused. His brother was drunk before he even drank. Could he be trying to pee?
"It's better now." Fu Yan smiled and expressed that he was very pleased.
"Who are these two old men?" Tie Kunlun asked, "Does the boss recognize them?"
"They don't know whether the boss recognizes him or not. They should recognize him. I don't recognize the mausoleum guard dressed as a mausoleum guard, but the one wearing the splendid clothes and jade belt is Murong Heng." Fu Yan said softly.
Yeah! It turns out to be him!
Duan Linger reacted so quickly and immediately pulled out the lancet.
"What are you doing?" Fu Yan was startled.
"Kill him, so that my brother's identity won't be exposed." What Duan Ling'er said makes sense.
"What about Murong Danqiu? Did you kill her too?" Fu Yan said.
"Uh... that's right." Duan Ling'er scratched his head.
"Of course it would be best to kill both father and daughter to avoid future troubles." Tie Kunlun said and then sighed, "But I'm afraid we can't kill this Murong Heng."
"Why can't he be killed? Could it be that Murong Heng also has martial arts skills? Even if his martial arts skills are very high, we can still kill him together." Duan Ling'er said.
"Haha, didn't you see those seven people next to the pavilion?" Fu Yan narrowed his eyes.
"I saw it, I guess it's Murong Heng's bodyguard, so what?" Duan Linger felt it was nothing to worry about.
"This is the seven-star formation." Tie Kunlun said softly, "The seven-star formation of the Murong family."
"Holy shit!" Duan Ling'er's big eyes suddenly widened, "Is Murong Heng from the Murong family?"
"Don't you know?" Tie Kunlun asked curiously, "You are still a Jianghu person."
"No one has ever told me, how could I know!" Duan Linger grinned, "Damn it! Isn't that brother in danger now?"
"It's okay. If Murong Heng wants to be detrimental to the boss, just report him directly. There is no need to go to such trouble to find him here. It seems that things are about to turn around. This old marquis should still care about his old relationship.
I came here to see the boss, mostly to reminisce about old times." Fu Yan said.
Murong Heng was from the Murong family, but he was not considered a disciple of the Murong family.
There is a difference.
Because the four major aristocratic families have an iron rule, that is, all disciples are not allowed to serve as officials in the court.
In other words, if you want to be an official, you can do it, but you can't learn the skills passed down from your family.
When Murong Heng was born that year, the head of the Ouyang family came to congratulate him in person, and made an assertion to him on the spot, saying that this son had a noble face and would definitely become a nobleman and a general in the future!
Therefore, the Murong family did not allow Murong Heng to practice the unique skills passed down by his family. When he was fifteen years old, they sent him to join the army. Until he made meritorious deeds in hundreds of battles and became the Marquis of Zhenxi, he fulfilled the original prophecy of the head of the Ouyang family.
Therefore, although Murong Heng is from the Murong family, he does not know the various secrets passed down from his family.
For this reason, Murong's family leader specially sent seven of his disciples with strong martial arts skills to form a seven-star formation to follow and protect him. Over the years, many people have wanted his life, but they either never came back or failed.
Come back!
Although there are many masters in the world, there are only a few who can break through the Murong family's seven-star formation.
"Did you see it clearly?" Xiao Chen was brave enough to show his naked butt to others, not just once or twice!
And this time may not be the last time...
"Prince..." Murong Heng no longer had any doubts, pushed the golden mountain, toppled the jade pillar, and knelt down directly to Xiao Chen.
"Ouch, I don't dare take it!" Xiao Chen took a step away, but did not help him, "You are the Duke of Zhenxi and the head of the country, I am just a first-class eunuch, I should be the one to worship you!"
Of course I didn't say goodbye either.
"Prince, don't believe it. Although I am the Duke of Zhou Dynasty, I am still the Marquis of Han Dynasty!" Murong Heng said in a deep voice, "I wanted to kill you before because I didn't know your identity. Now that I know you
You are the prince, so naturally I want to assist you in accomplishing great things and restoring our country!"
"Haha, Mr. Murong, are you kidding me?" Xiao Chen sneered.
You led one hundred thousand troops under your command to surrender to Li Wanjiang, and you still said this to me. This chapter has been completed!