Li Chengyi guessed Zhu Di's thoughts, and hurriedly said softly: "Your Highness, don't be angry. The people in the palace usually do not call them titles or official names, but most of them call them brothers. ”

Zhu Di came to Shilixiang for the first time, so he naturally didn't know this strange rule, but when he saw Li Chengcheng, he was sincerely frightened, and knew that what he said was true. Besides, there is no need for him to lie to him, taking advantage of such a situation is not a good thing for him.

Zhu Di's gaze stayed on Li Chengyi's face, he was indeed somewhat similar to his brother, but his temperament was very different. Li Shanchang is elegant, at first glance he is a person who reads poetry and books, and Li Chengyi is slippery, and he must be mixed in the place of dogs and horses all the year round, and he is good at observing words and feelings, and he is sloppy and patting horses.

Zhu Di heard that his father and Li Shanchang went to Xuanyuan Temple in the morning, and when they came back, they issued the edict of the second prince and the third prince. Li Shanchang probably knew why his father made the decision not to let him become a vassal, would he reveal a thing or two to his younger brother?

Zhu Di suddenly smiled and said, "I see, this tavern is really different!" The elder brother is gracious, and the younger brother ......"

Zhu Di was about to promise Li Chengyi to go upstairs to drink together, when a figure swayed by the window. His actions were very light, but the rice paper on the long case, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, still felt his presence from the hollowed out panes, and passed this on to Zhu Di.

"The guy who stalked me, how did I forget about him? It doesn't hurt for him to see me drinking here, but if he reports to his father that I am in the same room with Li Chengyi, then it will be a big trouble. The father and emperor hated forming gangs and factions the most, especially the prince. I am the prince whom my father distrusts the most, and this matter will definitely be worse, and I am afraid that we will become uncontrollable. ”

Li Chengyi was smiling all over his face, waiting for Zhu Di to agree to his request, and he saw that Zhu Di gave him a good impression in return.

"The younger brother prefers to sit in the hall and blend in with everyone." Zhu Di turned his head and picked up the wine glass, leaving Li Chengyi aside.

This answer was unexpected by Li Chengyi, his face twitched, it was not obvious in the smile that was piled up, and he reacted faster than any of his thoughts: "The scenery of this ten incense is indeed unique. Brother Xian, then I won't bother. ”

Li Chengyi returned to the innermost box on the south side of the second floor. There were six people sitting in the box, five of whom were dressed as ordinary people from the Central Plains.

Sitting in the middle, she is graceful and luxurious, holding a sandalwood fan and wearing a bull-headed golden helmet mask. The bull's head on the mask is different, with four copper bells and big eyes, ears and temples like swords and halberds, and it is extremely powerful.

In fact, they are not from the Central Plains, they are members of the Jiuli Gang from the southern Miao people.

The Jiuli Gang rarely appears in the Central Plains, and they act extremely secretively, and the members of the gang wear Han hairstyles and wear Han clothes, just like the Han people. This time they appeared here, not to mention the imperial court, even if it was on the rivers and lakes, there was no rumor.

As soon as Li Chengyi's eyes fell on the mask, he couldn't help but panic, as if he had seen it for the first time, as if he had really seen a face with angry eyes and a hideous and terrifying face.

He swallowed his saliva, and the same smile appeared with a slight trembling: "Lord, King Yan refuses to come up, I'm afraid he has some scruples." ”

"I'm not very old, but I have a lot of heart." The lord's voice was calm and indifferent, and there was no anger at all, so Li Chengyi was relieved. No one in the Jiuli Gang has never seen the true face of the Lord, he always wears a bull-headed golden helmet mask, and occasionally changes his appearance, and the young man in his twenties is his favorite appearance.

His weapon was the sandalwood fan in his hand. This sandalwood fan is very different from the popular sandalwood fans on the market. The fan surface is made of white sandalwood, which has a tangy aroma and is long-lasting. The fan bone is made of iron, bright and smooth, blown by wind and rain, and never rusted.

A picture of the starry sky is drawn on the fan. The bright moon hung in the sky, and the twenty-seven star officials shone brightly. This sandalwood fan is as unique to him as the helmet of Chiyou.

"King Yan didn't disappoint me, hahaha! is cautious, restrained, and measured, a hundred times stronger than his brothers. ”

"Since the second prince and the third prince were crowned kings, they have been arrogant and arrogant, and the people in the pro-army Governor's Mansion are staring at it, and the emperor doesn't know it, why did he let the two of them become vassals but not let the four princes become vassals?"

"A person who is too sharp is never a dangerous person."

"The lord is saying that the emperor is worried that King Yan will be unfavorable to the crown prince?"

"Well, if you want to confuse the water of the Ming Dynasty, it's right to start with King Yan!"

"King Yan and the crown prince have a very good relationship, how can he have two hearts?"

"There are no two hearts that can give birth to two hearts. Hahaha! The Lord raised the teacup with his right hand and drank it all, and his left hand kept stroking the head of Chiyou on the copper stick.

The head of the Chi You and the body of the copper stick are cast from the same material, but they are often stroked and look particularly shiny.

"Oh? How do you give birth to two hearts? ”

"Let his father and son be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers."

"Oh!" Li Chengyi suddenly realized, "No wonder the Lord asked me to go down and invite King Yan upstairs, I thought that the Lord wanted to win over King Yan, but I never thought that it was for the emperor to see." The Lord is wise! ”

Li Chengyi's eyebrows fluttered, and he was very proud that he had cracked a trick made by the master for himself. He looked at the five gangsters on either side, wanting to see a look of admiration on their faces.

However, they were expressionless, and instead of being impressed by him, mockery was revealed in their godless eyes.

"Chang He, you go and kill the captain who is eyeing King Yan." The Lord sneered.

"Yes, Lord." A slender young man with a handsome face answered.

He is one of the eight great wind witches of the Jiuli Gang, and ranks first in light skills.

The eight wind witches are Mingshu, Qingming, Jing, Liang, Chang, Buzhou, Guangmo, and Rong. Except for Qingming, the others are all men.

They are alone, with no relatives, no friends, and they are alone. They had received so much favor from the Lord that they willingly paid it with their lives. They never came together, they were always scattered, and no one knew whose whereabouts.

When the Lord needs them to carry out a task, they will rush to the destination as quickly as possible, complete the task neatly, and continue to lie dormant, waiting for the next sharp blade to be unsheathed.

When everyone heard the word "Shang", Chang Jie had already left the tavern. The little bird by the window was frightened, flapping its wings and not knowing where to fly to a safe place.

"The Lord is wise!" Li Chengcheng stretched out his thumb sincerely, he had forgiven the wisdom that the gang gave him was not admiration but contempt,

"Killing the captain who is eyeing King Yan will inevitably make the emperor suspect that this is what King Yan did. The captain has important information about King Yan, so King Yan wants to kill people! ”

"Humph! This game has just begun! ”

He took his sword and went up to the roof of the tavern. The two-story roof rises above the rest of the street, making it a vantage point for surveillance.

After a while, Zhu Di walked out of the door of the tavern. Today, he wanted to indulge and vent all the grievances in his heart for a long time. Especially on this frustrated day, even if he has done something excessive, he should get some forgiveness from his father.

However, nature makes a person always behave in a way that deviates from his routine, and it is not too far away. With two or three bowls of his daughter's red belly, coupled with Li Chengyi's teasing, he was about to reach the peak of his life's indulgence, and the figure of the lieutenant instantly extinguished his wanton burning desire.

He began to reflect on his own rashness and recklessness, assessing the serious consequences of these actions, and immediately settled the bill and left the tavern.

He deliberately paused for a moment at the door of the tavern, hoping that the lieutenant would see his remorseful face. Of course, he didn't know where the lieutenant was hiding, and he wouldn't look around looking for him.

He knocked on his head to show that he was in pain and regretted. Before attracting the attention of passers-by, he hurried away, striding forward without looking back.

A few feet behind Zhu Di, a man in plain blue clothes was in a hurry like any passerby. He only occasionally habitually glances to the sides at random, as if nothing would catch his attention.

The man was in sturdy shape and had a knife at his waist. When he shook his hands and raised his legs, the knife that his coat tried to cover either showed its head or tail, and always refused to obediently maintain a bit of mystery.

From his footsteps, it can be seen that he is a guy who is good at martial arts. He didn't deliberately hide this, it's just that ordinary people don't know the goods.

"Hmph" He sneered, flew down the eaves, tiptoed, and reached the left behind the man in Tsing Yi like a gust of wind.

He drew his long sword, leaned to the right, aimed at the back of the man in Tsing Yi, and swung it from bottom to top, drawing a graceful arc. Although it was as fast as the wind and as light as a feather, the man in Tsing Yi still sensed the threat behind him.

He leaned forward slightly, avoiding the sharp blade in the slightest. He turned the blade of the sword and slashed straight down, and the two swords were coherent without pause.

The man in Tsing Yi was attacked by this raid, and it was a great luck to dodge a sword, but he didn't want to swing two swords in a row, but the second sword didn't give him the slightest respite, and his right arm was stabbed.

"Oops!" The man in Tsing Yi screamed, not out of pain, but out of panic. The blood hadn't ooped out of his clothes, the pain hadn't yet reached his nerves, and he already knew how far his sword had gone to complete the task.

The man in Tsing Yi rolled on the ground, and it was obvious that the low position at this time was more conducive to his life. He couldn't use his third sword in succession, and he took a small leap forward.

Passers-by screamed and scattered, burrowing into overcrowded shops and hiding behind their doors to peep in fear. Almost no one witnessed the thrilling moment, and only one or two people were lucky enough to see the sword.