In Jingzhou, the Great Xia Kingdom, once the prince of the royal family reaches the age of coronation, he will move out of the palace, be crowned king, and have his own mansion and soldiers.

The Mansion of Prince Gong, which is located in the most prosperous area, is the residence of Xia Ji, the Nine Emperor Princes.

In the main hall, the guqin is rippling and the bell is dingdong. The bell rings and the chime is struck, and the music is melodious.

On the white jade table, amber and golden foot bottles, and the delicacies of the mountains and seas are full of jade jade plates.

The sandalwood lit in the corner of the jade table is smoky, like a fairyland.

There were more than a dozen young women in the audience, dressed in revealing clothes, singing and dancing, and their sleeves fluttering.

A thin man in his twenties lies on a white tiger skin couch, surrounded by the stars holding the moon.

It's a childe who is erosive and drunk.

The man seemed tired of dancing, waved his hand, and all the maids retreated in amusement.

There were only three men left in the great hall.

His Royal Highness Xia Ji, whose face was a little pale, sat in the hall, and a man stood behind him with an extraordinary bearing, thinking that he was a master of the guards.

The other was the person who was drinking with Xia Ji, who looked weak and couldn't help the wind, sitting in the relatively mild hall with a burning stove still wearing two layers of thick mink fur, constantly rubbing his hands and breathing.

It's just that his two hands are completely different, his left hand is inconvenient, and it is fairer than his complexion, warm as white jade, more like a woman's hand!

Xia Ji raised his glass and smiled: "I didn't expect Mr. Chu to be so weak, so the king of Ming Japan asked his subordinates to send a few medicinal herbs that were great tonics." ”

"Thank you, Your Highness. The weak man continued to caress his left hand, and it was evident that he liked it.

"Having said that, does Mr. still like the meeting gift that this king gave to Mr.?" Xia Ji looked at his left hand and smiled playfully.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for the reward. "This person's sick body exudes cruelty, which is exactly the same as the resentment when he was fighting with Jiang Changan in the Qinglian Sect that day, and he had to keep going to his left hand.

This person is none other than Chu Meifeng.

The so-called reward is the "woman's hand" that has received it on his left arm.

This is the hand of an extremely beautiful maid under Xia Ji, and now, the surname is Chu!

Chu Meifeng replaced the wine with tea, and said with a smile with both hands: "This time, Jiang Chang'an is not inferior to the Heavenly Master's Mansion, I am afraid that it is more auspicious and less auspicious, and the minister is here to say hello to His Highness in advance." ”

A hint of cunning flashed in Xia Ji's eyes: "Mr. Chu helped this king to deal with Jiang Chang'an like this, there must be something wrong, right?"

Chu Meifeng looked at the jade cup in his hand with his eyes, and said lightly: "Didn't the minister already tell His Highness that thanks to Jiang Chang'an, the minister has become what he is now, a waste." ”

"No, no, no, Mr. is not some waste, if you want to talk about waste, then Jiang Changan is, hahaha!" Xia Ji laughed, and suddenly said seriously in a blink of an eye: "What this king wants to know is, what did Mr. and Jiang Changan have in the past?!"

Xia Ji quietly observed the other party's every move, but Chu Meifeng still didn't move, and said, "I think Your Highness misunderstood, I don't know Jiang Chang'an. ”

Xia Ji wanted to ask something more, when a maid walked in from outside the hall, presenting a letter in her hand.

"Didn't this king say, don't read all the news today!" Xia Ji said impatiently.

"Your Highness, it was sent by Cao Duling, who was in Cangzhou. ”

Xia Ji's expression was straight, and the guard behind him stepped forward to present it.

Xia Ji opened it and looked at it twice, and was furious, "Bang!" and slammed it on the case, and the pot of beauty drunk worth thousands of gold also poured to the ground.

The maid who delivered the letter immediately knelt on the ground, and the guard gave her a look, and then she hurriedly retreated.

"Your Highness, I don't know why you are so angry?"

"Sir, I'll see for myself!"

Xia Ji threw the letter into Chu Meifeng's face.

Chu Meifeng looked at it from beginning to end, her face was cloudy, and finally she suddenly laughed.

Xia Ji had a gloomy face: "Why is Mr. laughing?"

Chu Meifeng said with a smile: "I didn't expect that this Jiang Chang'an didn't die in the hands of Yan Buxun, but killed Yan Buxun! Your Highness rest assured, the minister and Yan Buxun did not leak any news about the royal family, but simply used his psychology, so not only did His Highness not lose a single soldier, but also learned about Jiang Chang'an's current strength, isn't it worth laughing?"

Xia Ji didn't answer, he wasn't a fool, this Mr. Chu was really old-fashioned, he didn't say anything about it, and he forcibly said that it was good.

If it weren't for the letter just now, this Mr. Chu's head would have been lying on the ground long ago, and if Jiang Changan died, he would naturally no longer have any value.

"I wonder how His Highness will arrange next?"

Xia Ji turned his face to the guards behind him and said: "Send the order down and let Cao Yong wait for the opportunity to move, as long as there is a chance, immediately get rid of Jiang Chang'an! The Jiang family will not die for a day, and this king will not be able to sleep well for a day!"

"Yes!" the guard retreated with a commandment.

Chu Meifeng also stood up and saluted and walked out of the hall, immediately wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and sighed, feeling palpitations.

Only then did I find that my entire back was soaked and felt cold.

It is extremely difficult to meet this Ninth Highness on weekdays, how can he set up a banquet for no reason today, he understands the truth of rabbit death and dog cooking.

This is also the reason why Xia Ji forced him to offer a time, and he asked Yan Busun to cooperate instead of Yan Fei. To give Jiang Changan a way out of life for the time being is to give himself a glimmer of life.

It is said that a companion is like a companion tiger, but what is more dangerous is a stupid tiger that only knows how to bite indiscriminately!

Chu Meifeng began to enter King Gong's Mansion with some regrets, and spat on the stone lion in front of the palace: "Idiot!"

Cangzhou, the most chaotic situation in the Xia and Zhou Kingdoms, the most victorious in the main cities, bandits are rampant, and killers are rampant.

At least eight out of ten people must not be good people.

And the remaining two are not far from death.

The folk customs of Fengyang Town are relatively simple, and they only exist in the kind of places where the two states meet.

This place is also the place where Jiang Chang'an has stayed for the longest time outside of Jiangzhou, and it is very familiar.

After entering the city, there are all kinds of Qinglou gambling houses, although they are not as prosperous as Yingzhou, but they are expensive in a wide variety.

Even if you want to find a ** little husband or something, there are special male bustards to serve.

Like opening a teahouse, the medicinal herb shop only has some things that only those with strong backgrounds do, otherwise I am afraid that it will be robbed in a day, and there will be no tables, chairs and benches left.

Along the way, I also saw several arches of Miaoyixuan, all of which were large storefronts, each with its own masters.

Where there is chaos, it will be injured, and the medicinal material business is a very important benefit delivery, and it is impossible for Jiang Xiaoru not to know this.

As for the government, Jiang Changan thought of Yun Qianqian, who was known as a god catcher but a part-time killer with mutual benefit and win-win, and shook his head.

In this ghost place where good-looking people are sinful, where can there be any official existence?

And the officials sent by Jingzhou would come at first, but they were assassinated four in a row.

The imperial court suppressed it several times in vain, and later Emperor Jing used this place as a place to punish officials.

A holy decree went down and transferred to Cangzhou, this person had to resign immediately and not return to his hometown, or he would have to lose his life, which was enough to see the stakes.

This is also the reason why Jiang Changan didn't dare to let Ruoruo's little girl come out, otherwise it would not take half an hour to attract countless people to hunt and plunder.

"Little brother, come and take a look at my thousand-year-old jade jade, my brother just poured it out of an ancient tomb, the best jade?"

Jiang Changan looked at the group of people selling fakes and those who dared to shout about killing people on the street, and began to wonder if the Nituo Temple, which had been famous for thousands of years, could survive until now.

In the past few days, he has already digested the soul power of the mirror demon ghost fox, and the foundation of the Great Perfection of the Vientiane Realm can be regarded as a solid foundation.

Jiang Changan could feel that he had now reached a bottleneck, and he could be ranked among the powerhouses of the Spring Eye Realm just by waiting for an opportunity.

Now that there is a chance to breathe, I take advantage of the leisure to go to the market, hoping to find some treasures.

The city is crowded with people, and although it is called a chaotic place, it is also the place where you can get rich the fastest.

You only need to kill one person to get 10,000 taels of silver, which sounds simple, but you have to gamble with your own life.

Each road was lined with small merchants and vendors, and a familiar feeling rose in Jiang Chang'an's heart.

Once upon a time, he was also on this street, guarding a looted object, and standing there for a whole day.

There is an endless stream of people coming and going, and the noise is unusual.

There are also spiritual cultivators who walk with steady steps and wrap bandages around their hands, as well as spiritual cultivators who walk in robes and carry swords, alchemists, and spiritual masters. From time to time, carriages passed by, accompanied by the sound of shouting and shouting.

After walking a few stalls, Jiang Changan stopped in front of a small street stall.

His eyes were shining brightly at an object in the stall, and he squatted down, like an old lady who was buying groceries and bargaining, picking up a pile of materials on the stall and picking up a piece of stake-like wood.

Jiang Changan looked at it repeatedly for a long time, and raised his eyebrows: "How long is this Tanxuan Ironwood?"

The peddler looked at Jiang Changan with a demented look, then looked at the large piece of wood in Jiang Changan's hand, and said, "Eh...... Childe, this is just ordinary poplar wood, and the size and length of the small arm next to it is Tan Xuan Iron Wood!"

Embarrassed!