My name is Li Xiao.

When I was twenty-five years old, I had already stood out from the five hundred shadow guards of the Jiangfu Tianji Battalion, and was responsible for protecting Jiang Lingfeng, the third son of Jiangfu on the first day of Jiangzhou at that time.

The shadow guard has no name, no self, that is, the appearance of all beings, when necessary, we are just a shadow without a surname, just like the common people, no one cares about their story. But the third prince smiled and said: "Cangsheng also has a story, Li Min also needs to be happy and laughing, from today on, your name is Li Xiao." ”

The third son, Jiang Lingfeng, has a gentle temperament, is suave, and his talent is even more mortal, and what impresses me the most is his character of protecting his shortcomings. And in the entire Jiangfu and even the entire Jiangzhou, the most concerned by the third prince is the notorious first gentleman in Jiangzhou - Jiang Chang'an, the fourth son of Jiang.

The first time I met the fourth prince of Jiang, it was to accompany the third prince to return from outside Jiangzhou, under the bright moonlight, the sky was full of snow.

In the wind and snow, I saw a young man in white standing at the gate of the city, smiling like a spring breeze and warm sun, and shouted from afar:

"The sun and the moon hurt the twilight, and the wind and snow shine back to people......"

He shouted and sang repeatedly, running and jumping down the entire long street, as if everyone shared this joy, and later I learned that whenever Jiang Sangongzi returned from a long distance, Jiang Sigongzi would always be the first to stand outside the city gate and wait, day and night, rain or shine.

And whenever every household in the city heard this, they couldn't help but smile happily - Jiang Sangongzi went home.

It is also at this time that the smile of the third prince is also the brightest, and he calls happily:

"Silly Chang'an ......"

"Alas, I'm not stupid, I know best, the second brother's favorite thing is his own comfort nest, no matter how beautiful the scenery outside, how delicious the food, and how beautiful the woman is, Jiang Lingfeng is always no match for the word 'go home'......"

"That is, of course, nothing is as good as the word 'family' in my heart, there are mothers in the family, there are eldest sisters, unscrupulous fathers, and Yun Niang......"

"And Jiang Chang'an!" the young man in white laughed.

"Yes, there is also a stupid Chang'an, hahaha......"

At this time, the fourth prince always likes to walk in front, leading everyone, like a pioneer officer, laughing loudly:

"I'll take you home!"

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Frankly speaking, I hate this fourth prince of Jiang who is called a waste, not because he can't practice because others look down on him, let alone because he is greedy for beauty, but because he can always cause all kinds of trouble, and in the end, it will always be the third prince who will clean up one mess after another with his own hands.

When he was thirteen years old, the fourth son, who was only ten years old, knocked down the offering table in the ancestral shrine, and the third son was punished with fifty rods.

When he was fifteen years old, the fourth prince of Jiang had a seizure, and the third prince personally went deep into the forbidden land of Beihai, went through hardships and dangers, was injured, and personally found the fire eye fruit in the heart of the earth into medicine.

When he was sixteen years old, thousands of people gathered in front of Jiangfu and asked Jiangfu to execute the heavenly remnant body that was rumored to bring bad luck to Jiangzhou.

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I still remember the night when the construction of the big ship Ying'anque was completed, the stars were shining, and the fourth prince leaned on the deck, holding half a straw, thinking hard about giving a good name to the newly built ship.

The third prince stood on the bank of the river and asked Zhang Bucai, the pharmacist of Jiangfu: "How long can I live?"

Zhang Bucai replied: "At least three years, at most five years, never ten years." ”

At that time, I learned about a plan that had been brewing for more than ten years, and a lie that had existed for more than ten years and was called "Jiang Xiaoru".

The third prince looked up at the new ship, and then looked at the white-clothed young man on the boat, with a smile on his face, and said loudly: "Ying'anque." ”

The white clothes looked sideways, and his eyes lit up: "Welcome Anque, usher in the new year of peace?"

The third prince shook his head and chuckled: "It's Yingjiang Governor Chang'an." ”

On the night of going to the imperial city, the third prince was drunk, I knew that this time, there was no Jiang Lingfeng in the world, but there was only one brother who looked exactly the same, a strange brother who was taken away by an unwarranted old man for treatment due to a leg disease since he was a child, and only a strange brother who saw few faces during the New Year's Day.

He will no longer sing songs on Ying'an Que, catch turtles in Fengyue Lake, pick stars on the top of the building, and enjoy beauties on the moon side of the Xijiang River. I won't do the ridiculous things that the two brothers do most often.

He has to become scheming, to do the poetry and songs he dislikes the most, to take care of all kinds of things that he never cares about, to squint his eyes, hide his smile, and become another person, to become the person he once disdained the most to be with him, to become a good person admired by the whole Jiangzhou, and a bad person hated by the fourth prince of Jiang.

And the fourth prince will also have a lot of enemies, Mu Huaqing of Lingxiao Palace, and King Gong Xia Ji of the Jingzhou Royal Family, he will peel off the cocoon, and finally find out that the person who is looking for and killing his brother is this cripple in a wheelchair.

Childe said, 'There is nowhere in life, everywhere is like Chang'an, wine is like amber, and the river is green. ’

As a result, Gongzi became the master, and there was no more Li Xiao in the world, and there was an additional slave named Ali.

I remembered again that on the day I came back from the imperial city, Jiangzhou Tianjiao was "dead", and I was not mourning, and it snowed heavily in Shiyan, Jiangzhou, and the fourth son of Jiang relapsed and fainted for a while, and he got up from the sickbed with his body propped up, knelt in front of the door of the Snow Garden, and begged to see the last face of the Lord's body.

Seven days later, Jiang Sigongzi disappeared.

I have to admit that in the face of this No. 1 gentleman in Jiangzhou, I really lost my eyes.

Two days ago, on the night I first came to Fuyun City, I dared to ask the Lord: "My subordinates don't understand why the Lord wants to make a tenfold violent act? Many families in Jiangzhou have long been ready to move because of this matter, and Fuyun City must be in danger, so they are waiting to invite the king into the urn, and the Lord clearly knows the stakes, why did he rush to Fuyun City at this time?"

The Lord smiled and said, "Am I like a bad guy now?

I didn't answer silently, but I already agreed in my heart, from the admiration of all the people to the scolding of countless people, all this was only a few days.

The lord's eyes suddenly looked at the painting mounted on the wall, the painting made by the lord in the painting Mei Ting, the painting is two teenagers with similar appearances, where the eldest brother passed, the ground was red, and the slightly immature young man in white followed behind, looking ignorant.

He stared at the white-clothed young man on the painting, his eyes were soft like a spring breeze, his smile was as warm as the sun, and his voice was calm:

"If you want to kill your relatives in front of many powerful people in Jiangzhou and save them from fire and water, they will be grateful to you, I will be spurned by thousands of people, and you will be admired by thousands of people, and then, they will fear you, they will be afraid of you, but they have to rely on you. From today on, you are no longer the gentleman they know, no longer a waste, but the future master of Jiangzhou!"

I use my blood to pave you all the way to bright red.

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All the cultivators were stunned by this sudden murderous transformation, and they couldn't say a word.

Jiang Changan froze in place, his hands couldn't help but tremble, his eyes were red, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a helpless child, helpless.

Until, he carried him behind him, in the cold wind, the night wind as sharp as a blade fell on the white cloth, the young man's face, all in front of him, he walked step by step towards the outside of the city, towards the north-

"I'll take you home......"