After a few days of looking for the pavilion master, the young owner became more and more unbreathable, and hurried to the imperial study early this day.

But the person was still a few feet away from the door, and before he could say a word, he was stopped by the guards, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Young master, the emperor is unwell today, please go back." ”

After listening to the guard's words, the young owner's heart can be said to be rising, and then he opened his mouth regardless of the number of courtesies.

"The owner of this village came to the palace for a few days, your pavilion master has been sick for a few days, I heard that the pavilion master is full of Changhong and heroic, is it possible that they are all folk rumors, but in fact he is a sick man, a coward, and he dare not see people?"

"Hugh is talking nonsense, how can you insult the emperor's prestige!"

The young owner's remarks made the guards at the door suddenly feel a little trembling, afraid that the young owner's remarks would affect themselves.

However, the young owner of the village was wicked at the corner of his mouth, and he had no intention of stopping, so he continued to raise his eyebrows and look at the door of the imperial study, and raised his voice and shouted: "The emperor is in strong health, but he suddenly fell ill, could it be that he did something immoral and annoyed the gods!" ”

"You...... You ......"

The guards were speechless by him, but because of his identity, it was difficult to do anything.

"What are you, if you don't let the owner of the village in, you have to have a brain to come up with some decent words. Every day, the rhetoric is word-for-word, when the owner of the village has no brains, do you know how to respect people! ”

The young owner's voice was higher than the other, and he seemed to be arguing with the guards, but in fact, every word was said to the people in the palace.

The ears of the people in the hall were naturally not bad, and they listened to his words completely, but they had no anger, and they pinched the cups and slowly tasted them.

The young owner outside the door thought that a few words could make the pavilion owner angry, but he didn't want the people in the room to move, so the young owner had to break in.

"Today, unless the owner of this village dies here, you don't want to stop me."

After the words fell, he rushed towards the palace gate with an arrow step, but the pavilion master's close guard was extremely high, grabbed his arm with his backhand and dragged it hard, and he staggered back to the same place in two steps.

"Are you really stopping me?" The young farmer frowned, held the sword in his hand and said.

"Young master, we are also acting on orders, please don't embarrass us. If you insist on doing so, then you are welcome. ”

"Okay, this time I'm going to be tough." Saying that, the young owner stepped forward again, and saw that the two sides were about to draw their swords to meet each other.

At this time, the door of the palace opened, and the maid preached: "Young master, the emperor is invited." That's how the two sides stopped.

"Hmph." Glancing at the guards with cold eyes, the young owner flicked his sleeves and entered the hall with the maid.

In the hall, the pavilion master was pouring tea, as if he didn't know that the young owner came in, until the corner of his eyes swept the young owner's brocade shoes, he raised his head, and said with a slight smile: "A few days ago, my sister brought some ancient tea from afar, saying that it can clear the heart and calm the air, clear the heat and go to the fire, and the young owner can't help but taste it together."

Hearing the word "sister", the young owner of the village trembled slightly, but when he saw him so leisurely and elegant, he became even more angry.

In any case, the young owner came to him every day, but he pretended to be like a nobody, so how could he not make the young owner feel angry.

Thinking of this, the young owner couldn't help but sneer, and said with a bit of sarcasm: "The imperial brother is very interested, I heard that the imperial brother has been sick for a few days, I think the imperial brother is in good spirits."

was exposed, and the pavilion master still looked as usual, took a sip of tea, and placed the cup on the table in front of him.

"The old disease that is not tightened, the owner of the prison is worried."

The young owner was lazy to deal with him, and since he saw him, he had to ask clearly: "The purpose of my trip must be well known to the imperial brother, this incident is far from what it seems, and the imperial brother can't help but get straight to the point and tell the truth of the matter." ”

He stared at the Pavilion Master with a pair of eyes, as if he wanted to find the answer from the Pavilion Master's every move.

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from the owner, that's right, I not only know what happened, but I also planned and arranged it."

"Why?" At this moment, the young owner was already clenching his fists.

"Why?" The pavilion master stood up leisurely, looked out the window at the remnant sun and slowly said four words, "The great cause is needed." ”

"What is needed for a great cause? What the so-called great cause of the imperial brother needs is to lose a few lives in my villa? In a frenzy! You are killing innocents indiscriminately, and you are careless of human life! ”

Thinking of the bloody appearance of his villa, the young owner suddenly felt angry, and a thick murderous aura instantly appeared around him, and suddenly the sword was unsheathed, and the blade of the sword pointed directly at the pavilion master.

"Young Lord, you have a different position from me, and to achieve great things, there must be sacrifices."

"your cause." The pavilion master's words suddenly became the fuse, and the young owner roared angrily, and the sword stabbed directly at the pavilion master.

With a slight deviation, the pavilion master easily dodged the edge, and successively dodged several moves of the young village master, and the impression in the hall quickly attracted the guards.

"Your Majesty." The guards drew their swords.

As he dodged the sword of the young owner, the pavilion master's eyes sank, and he said sharply: "Go out."

"Yes."

The guards saw that the young master's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the sword hit his vital point, but he had to obey the order of the pavilion master and retreated.

"The blood is uneven, the sword is unstable, and the speed is too slow. With your current skills, you can fight me in another three or five years. The words fell, there was a crisp sound of "pop", and the sword fell to the ground.

The guards outside the hall stood in front of the door with the hilt of their swords in their hands, listening carefully to the movements inside, as long as the pavilion master gave an order, they would immediately take down the young owner.

Finally, after hearing the sound of clanging objects falling to the ground, the pavilion master called, "Someone." ”

The guards rushed in as soon as possible, only to see that the house was in a mess, and the young owner was full of unwillingness, and was about to punch the pavilion master.

It's a pity that his martial arts are far from the pavilion master, and he hasn't gotten close to the pavilion master's body, and the pavilion master's two fingers have already grabbed his neck.

"Although the young owner is fluent, but the head is a little less, I think he is young and playful."

As he spoke, he let go of his hand and added, "I have given you a chance, but you failed to kill me." If you don't want to practice diligently, I will accompany you when the time comes. But after a discussion with you today, I'm really a little tired. You send the young owner back to the house to rest. ”

After the words fell, the guard had already walked to the side of the young owner, saying "please", more like pushing him.

"Don't touch me, the owner of the village will go by himself." The young owner shook his body and glared at the pavilion owner angrily, "Right and wrong, right and wrong, which is good and which is evil, the owner of this village will seek justice!" ”

The young owner knows that he is not as good as the pavilion owner, but the resentment in his heart is difficult to dissipate, and he is not his opponent at the moment, so he has to think about it in the long run.

Looking at the objects in the hall that were destroyed by the young owner, the pavilion master shook his head helplessly.

On the other side, the sister of the pavilion owner heard that the young owner went to the imperial study in a rage, hurriedly put down the unembroidered purse in her hand, and hurried over.

"Brother, what about the young and young owners?" Stepping into the door with the front foot, my sister hadn't finished speaking, but she saw a mess in the house, and what happened in the hall to make up for it, so she asked the pavilion master earnestly, "What about the young owner?" Was he injured? Do you have? Brother, tell me quickly. ”

Seeing that his sister's bright and smart eyes were gradually covered with a layer of mist, although the pavilion master was distressed, he didn't want her to get involved.

So he wrote lightly, "It's just a few idle hands to have a few exchanges with the young owner, the boundary is small, I lost my sense of proportion, and I broke a few things." ”

"My brother has always been thoughtful, how could he mess around with him like this. Brother doesn't have to hide it from me, today the two of you are facing each other, but it has something to do with the matter of the villa? ”

"Sister is worried?" The Pavilion Master was reluctant to explain.

is a brother and sister, although the sister of the pavilion owner knows her brother very well, she also knows his eight-point character.

Therefore, the pavilion master's sister naturally didn't believe his current statement, so she asked the pavilion master: "Brother, just beg your sister to tell me the truth?" ”

The pavilion master didn't speak, and she had a worse guess in her heart, "Is the matter of the villa related to my brother?" That's why there are fewer owners...... Why did you have a dispute with your brother? ”

"Shut up!"

The pavilion master's sister was taken aback by the pavilion master, and she didn't say anything anymore, but she seemed to have verified some facts in her heart, and her heart was bitter for a while.

The pavilion master lowered his eyes and took a deep breath, but he didn't change his mind, but said in a cold voice: "Don't inquire about this matter again, otherwise the family law will serve."

Listening to the pavilion master's cold voice, the pavilion master's sister raised her eyes, her eyes were full of surprise, but after a little thought, she raised her legs and ran out.

When she returned to the boudoir, she took out a celadon jade bottle and put it into her sleeve, and went straight down, breathing slightly to the front of the young owner's room, but the door was closed.

"Young Owner, I heard that you had a conflict with your brother, where were you injured? I've got the best healing elixir here, and I've brought it to you. ”

There was no response in the house, and she couldn't break into the room because of the etiquette, but fortunately, the maid who was waiting for the young owner walked by and was stopped by her.

"Can the young farmer be in the house?"

The maid held the porridge in her hand and saluted: "The young owner has just entered the house, and his clothes are disheveled, as if he has fought with someone."

"What's wrong with him?"

"The young farmer left in a hurry, and the slave didn't see it clearly." The maid shook her head and replied.

The pavilion owner's sister's heart hung again, but the young owner obviously intended to avoid her.

The corner of the pavilion master's sister swept the porridge in the maid's hand, and she had a plan, pretending to leave: "Young master, since you don't want to see me, I'll come to see you another day."

As he spoke, he imitated the sound of footsteps gradually leaving the room, and motioned for the maid to step forward and open the door. A figure flashed in front of the door, and the door seemed to be locked from the inside, and the maid couldn't push it open.

The pavilion master's sister hid behind the maid and motioned for her to speak, "Young Zhuang master, the princess has personally prepared a light lotus leaf porridge for you. ”

Inside the house, the young farmer sat slumped next to the wooden bench near the door, looking at the door with a complicated gaze, and suddenly, his stomach rumbled a few times.

Today, in order to block the pavilion master, he got up before dawn, and he didn't eat for a day, and his chest was pressed against his back when he was really hungry.

So he lowered his voice and tried to calm his voice, "You can come in, outsiders are not allowed to enter!" ”

The pavilion master's sister wanted to follow up together, but when she heard him say this, she subconsciously bit her lip and clenched the porcelain bottle in her hand.

She knew that with the temper of the young owner, if she trespassed in, the young owner would run to a place where she couldn't find it, and wanted to come to him here, but fortunately, she could still know his situation, so she gave up the idea of breaking in.

"If you don't want to see me, I'll just go. But if you are injured, you must remember to take medicine. The pavilion master's sister shouted through the door, handed the celadon vial to the maid, and left in three steps.