In March, the dragon city is full of spring, and the new willows on the bank of the moat are full of greenery.

The city is full of traffic, street shops, hawkers, women, children, old and young in a hurry, in the bustle and peace, peace and contentment.

On a crooked-necked willow tree outside the city, an eight-year-old boy leaned on the trunk, crossed Erlang's legs, and held a willow leaf in his mouth, looking at the avenue on the other side of the moat.

"Black charcoal, I'm hungry!" a little girl in ragged clothes whispered weakly leaning against the willow tree under the willow tree with her neck crooked.

"Eat a leaf first!" said the boy, spitting off the willow leaf that was in his mouth, and the willow leaf slowly fell in front of the girl.

"How many times have you said it, don't call me black charcoal, my name is Wenchen, do you know how my name came from?"

"Black charcoal, you have spoken it ten thousand times, you have heard three thousand, and one sword is dusty, the master said. The little girl teased impatiently.

The boy picked up the fallen leaf and put it to the girl's mouth.

"In the future, if I call me Black Charcoal in front of my buddies, I promise not to kill you!" the dark-skinned boy bluffed at the girl with a fierce look.

"But behind their backs, they call you black charcoal. The girl muttered under her mouth with the willow leaf in her mouth.

The boy with black charcoal pretended not to hear it, and he broke a willow branch by himself and made a gesture on the bank of the river.

The little girl looked at the black charcoal boy who was playing the king's eight punches, and her heart was depressed, but she didn't dare to say it, who wanted her to be the personal maid of the black charcoal boy since she could remember.

Just as the girl was slandering in her heart, the black charcoal boy suddenly stopped, and he looked at the avenue on the other side of the moat in a daze.

On the avenue two hundred meters away from the moat, there were more than fifty iron horsemen rushing towards the Dragon City.

The horse's hooves began to gather dust, and the black charcoal boy turned and grabbed the girl's arm and galloped towards the city.

"Li Mucheng, your father is finished! Li Mucheng, your father is finished! The officers and soldiers have entered the city!"

The black charcoal boy ran out of breath, and he shouted as hard as he could in front of a mansion.

This is by no means a friendly reminder, but a cry of schadenfreude.

The pitch-black door of the mansion slowly opened, and out came a child about the same age as the black charcoal boy.

It's just that this childish boy is different from the black charcoal boy!

The young boy who walked out of the mansion was wearing a white brocade robe, embroidered with moire details, white robe plus his fair skin, and delicate facial features, although he was only eight years old, which made people look personable.

"Wen Chen, the master said, the gentleman wants to be speechless......" Li Mucheng's face was serious, and he wanted to reason with Hei Tan.

Such a reckless and distorted impoliteness, besides, this guy is crying wolf and shouting that he is going to finish, can he be happy?

"Stop! Don't talk about those bullshit masters, the officers and soldiers are going to enter the city, tell your father to hide your little daughter-in-law quickly. The black charcoal boy gasped and said.

Li Mucheng looked at the girl beside Hei Tan, and the girl nodded in acquiescence.

His face was instantly nervous, and he was about to cry in fright, so he turned around and ran towards the mansion.

"There's a good show to watch!" the black charcoal boy leaned against the stone lion in the mansion in a lazy posture, looking proud.

"Black Tan, Li Mucheng is usually good to you!" the girl reminded in a low voice.

"You know a fart, Li Mucheng relies on his father, who usually looks like a dog, if his father is stripped of his official skin, he can't even raise his little daughter-in-law. The black charcoal boy said indignantly.

The girl didn't know what to say, and the willow leaves in her mouth were bitter by her.

I don't know if Li Mucheng has finished telling his father the news, those iron horsemen have already come to the door of the Li Mansion.

In the middle of more than fifty iron horsemen was a horse arrogant, and Li Mucheng's father Li Xuan trotted out of the mansion.

"Welcome to Grandpa Huang!" Li Xuan was wearing a black official robe embroidered with a green luan bird, wearing a black gauze warp hat, and his figure was more curved than the crooked neck willow tree outside the city, looking respectful.

Getting out of the carriage was a slender man, this man was pale, with white hair, wearing a cyan python robe, a pair of red phoenix eyes, and a lotus finger in his hand, looking at the demon.

"No courtesy!" the man's voice was like a sharp knife cutting through glass, and there was an indescribable discomfort.

The black charcoal boy looked at this strange man, this man's eyes were like a falcon, he raised his eyebrows, and quickly glared at the black charcoal boy.

The black charcoal boy shrunk his neck, pulled the girl like a ghost, and ran away.

In Li Fuzhong, Li Xuan's father and son stood on the side of the main hall, trembling.

Huang Gonggong sat on a chair in the main hall, he gently pinched the blue and white porcelain tea lid with his slender and slender orchid fingers, and rubbed it on the teacup over and over again.

"Li Xuan, can you train that fake princess?" he asked softly.

"Returning to Gonggong Huang, he is similar to the real princess. Li Xuanzhan replied tremblingly.

"Very good! Our family came this time to bring the fake princess back to Beijing, the princess has already experienced almost, this time our family brought the princess to Dragon City, just to find the sword!" Huang Gonggong's eyes were sharp for a moment, and his voice was suddenly much sharper when he said the sword word.

"Your Majesty will fully cooperate with Her Royal Highness the Princess!" a cold sweat broke out on Li Xuan's forehead.

"Master Li!" At this moment, two identical girls walked from outside the lobby.

These two girls are both seven or eight years old, they are also wearing red plain clothes, the tone of their voices, the look between their eyebrows and eyes, they are like people coming out of the mirror, Li Xuan is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake for a while.

"Your Royal Highness Princess!" Huang Gonggong put down the teacup in his hand and bowed.

"No courtesy!" the real princess waved her hand, and the fake princess stood motionless beside the real princess.

Just when the real princess made a move, Li Xuan suddenly realized that the real is true, the fake is fake, the most noble temperament on the real princess's body, he really can't teach it, and the fake princess can't learn it.

"Li Mucheng, I heard that you have a good relationship with that kid named Wenchen?" asked the real princess after glancing at the childish child.

"Wenchen doesn't usually play with me, but he can say a few words. Li Mucheng is also respectful, cautious in his words, there is really a father and a son.

"Smell the three thousand, a sword to the dust, smell the dust!" the real princess smiled at the corner of her mouth, and she said to herself.

"Your Royal Highness the Princess, there are mixed fish and eyes in the Dragon City, the princess should not be rash!" Huang Gonggong reminded.

Thinking of the black charcoal boy, she felt disdain from the bottom of her heart.

"Got it, go back and tell my father, the Absolute Dust Sword belongs to my Feng Ling!" said the true princess Feng Ling with full of ambition.

Li Mucheng's father and son sweated, and no one dared to say: "If you fight with that little bastard Wenchen, it is not certain who loses and who wins!"

The children of all sizes in the town call the black charcoal boy the "leader of the Jianghu Alliance", and he knows the ruffians in the town, and an eight or nine-year-old child can be called the boss by these people, princess, can your strong dragon really overpower the ground snake?

Anyway, Li Xuan's father and son had a headache when they thought of the black charcoal boy.

After the black charcoal boy dragged the little girl and ran a few miles away from Li's mansion, the black charcoal boy retched.

"What's wrong with you, Black Tan?" the girl's throat was about to smoke, and she didn't forget to care.

"Damn! that demon who is neither male nor female is flattering at me, disgusting to death!" said the black charcoal boy and retched again.

"Black Tan, I'm hungry!" the girl said, ignorant of the current affairs.

"One day, I know that you are hungry, and you don't necessarily look as good as Li Mucheng's little daughter-in-law, alas!" The black charcoal boy sighed angrily, and his eyes had the feeling of hating iron but not steel.

"Black Tan, what are we going to eat tonight?" the girl didn't seem to listen, she was worried about tonight's dinner.

In the alley of Longcheng, the black charcoal boy wore a sackcloth robe, stepped on straw sandals, and walked leisurely towards the depths of the alley with a willow branch in his hand, and the little girl in ragged clothes followed the black charcoal boy weakly.

"Granny Rong said that there will be a bloody storm in Longcheng in five years, and now it is the fifth year, could it be that these people who came to the Li Mansion are really here to grab swords? That Huang Gonggong is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp!" Thinking of this, the boy shrunk his neck and felt his back tingle.