"Staying for a while? It's no problem, it's just ......"

Anyway, a child is also raised, and a group of children is also raised, after all, they have many children in the palace, and there is not much difference between raising one and raising a group:

"It's just that who is so bold as to dare to send a killer to assassinate the relatives of the court officials?"

"Thank you, Lord Wang!"

Zhu Shaoqian first thanked Zhu Song for taking in his third son, Zhu Taihe, and then frowned:

"Who it is, the lower officials are not sure, but judging from the skills of those killers and the weapons used, they should be battle-hardened people!"

"You're saying they're all people who once served in my daimyo's army?" Zhu Song raised his eyebrows and said. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Not sure." Zhu Shaoqian's face flushed, "However, after the Jing Nan army of Long Live Lord crossed the Yangtze River, he fought with tens of thousands of troops led by Qi Tai in Jurong. After the Battle of Jurong, some of the court soldiers who were scattered by the Long Live Lord drilled into the mountains and became mountain bandits, and some drilled into the Yangtze River and became water bandits! The lower officials wondered if these killers were the pawns of these rebels! ”

"No, why are they dealing with the lord alone?" Zhu Song shook his head and disagreed with Zhu Shaoqian's opinion, "In this way, this king will report this matter to the four emperor brothers, and it is time for these rebellious soldiers to clean up!" ”

"In this way, the lower official has thanked the prince!" Zhu Shaoqian stood up and bowed to Zhu Song.

"You're welcome, the lord owes me a lot of money, if my lord can't even protect the lord's relatives, won't the court be laughed to death by the people?"

Zhu Song shook his head and said.

"It's hypocrisy!" Zhu Shaoqian laughed, "Little Er, come on, serve a few more dishes!" ”

"Come on!" A crisp voice rang out, and it didn't take long for the young man from before to rush in.

……

Because the style of the Splendid Pavilion is very high, and the people who can come to the Splendid Pavilion to eat are all big masters, so the business of the Splendid Pavilion is not too hot.

In front of the counter on the first floor of the Splendid Pavilion, a few young men gathered together and chatted about leisure.

"Hey, have you heard, more than an hour ago, Xiao Liuzi was beaten!" A young man who looked like a mouse said mysteriously.

Standing next to the rat boy was a man who looked quite handsome, and asked curiously: "Who hit the ground?"

"Of course it's our shopkeeper!" On the very edge, a somewhat fat young man said as a matter of course: "Who doesn't know that our Splendid Pavilion was opened by His Royal Highness King Ning?" Except for our shopkeeper, no one dares to make trouble with us! ”

"Wrong, wrong!" The rat boy said, "Let me tell you, it's a guest who has come to us!" This guest came with the little lord of Zhenjiang Mansion. Hey, if you want to say that this master is really ruthless, he just pushed Xiao Liuzi out of ten steps and almost broke the table! ”

"Blow it!" The fat man said: "It's only six or seven steps from the door on the first floor to the nearest table, where are ten or so steps!" Xiaoshan, you can't brag about it! ”

"Dead fatty, you're a brag!" The mouse was so anxious that his face turned red, "I...... I've seen it with my own eyes. ”

"Dead mouse, can you chat, why do you scold the fat master at every turn?" The fat man is also angry, on weekdays, this hill is in the same group as Xiao Liuzi, and now he finally caught the opportunity to taunt Xiao Liuzi, and this guy jumped out.

"Okay, okay, listen to Brother Shan finish the rest of the words!" The handsome young man hurriedly stopped the fight.

"Hmph, anyway, what I saw was that the man directly slapped Xiao Liuzi and pushed him out for ten steps, and then the man wanted to teach Xiao Liuzi a lesson, Xiao Liuzi begged for mercy in a low voice, and he slapped his mouth, so he escaped!"

Xiaoshan's face was still a little unsightly, but he made his words clear.

"Hey, I said, why don't you speak?" Suddenly, Xiaoshan felt that something was wrong, "I said fatty, you talk, aren't you quite temperamental?"

"Shan, Brother Shan, don't talk about it......" The handsome young man tugged at Xiaoshan's sleeve and said, "The shopkeeper is here!"

"Huh?"

Xiaoshan was startled, turned his head to look, and found that the person standing behind him was actually the shopkeeper, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"Say, why don't you say it?"

The name of the shopkeeper of the Splendid Pavilion is Yang Jiucheng, who is the little uncle of Zhu Quan, the king of Ning, and he is still the uncle of the country, and the relatives of the emperor.

Compared with Zhu Quanlai, who is quite bookish, this guy is quite burly, although he is wearing a generous satin brocade robe, he looks like a butcher.

"Boss, shopkeeper, me, we're just chatting!" Xiaoshan seemed to be very afraid of the shopkeeper, and his expression was a little unnatural.

"Hmph, why don't you go to work soon, what are you talking about? Is it that Lao Tzu has given you too much wages, and wants Lao Tzu to deduct your wages?"

Yang Jiucheng glared at him, and suddenly frightened these guys to tremble.

It's really that this face is too much like a butcher, and it can scare a three-year-old child into crying without expression!

"Ah, yes, yes, we'll go now!" Where do a few guys dare to be verbose, smearing oil on the soles of their feet, faster than rabbits.

"Hmph, there are still people in our Splendid Pavilion who dare to make trouble, I want to see which lord of the court is it!"

Yang Jiucheng only listened to the gossip for a while, and he didn't hear the sentence 'Come with the little lord of Zhenjiang Mansion' in front of him, but only heard the words of the little sixth son being beaten and begging for mercy.

If he knew that it was a guest brought by the little lord of Zhenjiang Mansion, Bacheng would even stick to his face, after all, Zhu Shaoqian is now in the limelight, and in the place of the Lord of Long Life, he can almost be compared with Li Jinglong and King Ning.

……

In the room on the third floor, Zhu Song and the others ate almost, and the three of them drank a lot, and they were not drunk, but Han Qingshan stopped and maintained his previous vigilance.

"Hey, these three masters are really good, all the four jars of wine have entered their stomachs!"

As Zhu Song's guard, Han Qingshan looked at the three masters lying on the table a little speechlessly, and frowned.

"Well, Qing, Qingshan, send it first, send the lord to the carriage!"

Zhu Song also drank a lot, and now his mind is barely sober, but he is also a little dazed.

"Your Highness, can you still stand up?" Han Qingshan Road.

"No, no problem!" Zhu Song stood up suddenly, and said, "Ben, who is this king?" Huaxia Wine King, who can compare the amount of wine with this king?"

Zhu Song was too drunk, his feet were a little slippery, and he stood like he was drunk.

"Yes, Your Highness, you wait here for a while, and the last general will send the lord down first!"

Han Qingshan was helpless, but Zhu Shaoqian's personal soldiers were all eating and drinking outside the building, and it was too much trouble to ask them to come up, so he should carry these two masters down.

Leaning over to help Zhu Shaoqian first, Han Qingshan walked out of the room.

That is, the kung fu of the front and rear feet, and Yang Jiucheng's voice came in:

"I heard that someone beat me in this splendid pavilion, I don't know which adult?"