In the Shenhua Marquis's Mansion, it is the fourth birthday of the little Marquis, and there is a big feast in the mansion, and there is an endless stream of guests in and out of the halls and halls of high or low status. In several main halls, Huang Ziguiqing and his colleagues came from the capital to attend the banquet and greet a group of big butlers and local officials outside the city of Jinxue City.

These second-rate magnates who came from the capital to participate in the banquet were mostly powerful figures who tended to be inflammatory, and they may have slandered this feudal marquis who sat in the state and county with heavy troops when they were in Beijing. But once he seized the opportunity, he tried his best to please, eager to wag his tail and beg for mercy, hoping to climb the big tree.

In the Xuanhe Hall, the old marquis Nanyang Hou came all the way to take a look at his grandson. Born as a concubine, an old man who had no hope of inheriting the title. With the merits of fighting several times in the battlefield when he was young, and the outstanding feats laid down in several major battles, he finally obtained the orthodox qualification to inherit his father's throne.

At this moment, the old man sitting on the throne was full of kindness, occasionally applauding and laughing in surprise, and there was a porcelain doll-like little man sitting in his arms, very boldly telling his achievements in catching crickets in the past few days.

Shenhua Hou and another burly man who was very similar to Shenhua Hou sat around the old man, this man with a rough and arrogant face compared to Feng Xuan, was his younger brother. Because of the emperor's grace, he was crowned a marquis in the important place of the empire, and the inheritance of the marquis of Tuzhou County fell on the second son Feng Yin.

Feng Yin's son follows his father, and he is murderous, and he polishes his physique and martial arts in the army at the age of more than ten years. I don't know how many people died on the battlefield with the stake and Keqing who secretly protected him, but the old marquis had an order first, unless he was bound to die, even if he lacked arms and legs, he would be allowed to fight with his strength, and he would not be able to practice true courage without risk. Without the guidance of a martial arts master, Feng Yin insisted on cultivating the martial realm to the invulnerable treasure body holy realm on the battlefield. Don't say that among the princes and grandsons, they are also first-class masters who have entered the rivers and lakes.

The year before last, Feng Yin was only crowned, and at the order of the old marquis, he broke away from the army and officially assumed the honorable position of the marquis, called Nanhua Hou.

Next to Shenhua Hou Feng Xuan is Chu Xiaoting, a first-class lady who is pregnant with Liujia, graceful and generous, quiet and elegant, like a landscape.

The head of Nanhua Hou Fengyin is the god of wealth in this Golden Snow City, the city lord Zhuo Mingzhe, a man in his fifties, who still looks energetic. When talking about the twenty-eight-year-old daughter Zhuo and Shen in Zhuo Caishen's family, Feng Yin, who was a marquis, called Zhuo Mingzhe as the old man in public.

made the guests laugh again and again, Zhuo Mingzhe pretended to be annoyed, and poured Yinshui wine fiercely. As soon as this anecdote was revealed, no one took it seriously, only the Hou Ye's wife Chu Xiaoting was delicate and secretly remembered it in her heart.

In this hall, those who can have a place are all first-class and top-notch figures among the imperial officials.

The chief housekeeper Jiang Feng treated people here, although he had the orthodox rank of the palace, he still did not dare to sit down and greet his old friends from Beijing, and he was conscientious, worthy of serving the position of the chief butler of the Hou Mansion.

The big maids and some younger mothers-in-law in the house are very eyeing of this chief housekeeper who is still young and handsome and has great power in his hands. Although there are also some gossips in the house, it is said that this chief housekeeper has a unique taste, does not like charming aunts, and loves boys with red lips and white teeth and ungrown bodies.

However, since these gossips have not been confirmed, the old mansion is divided into two factions on this matter, among which most of the male servants who are tied to the crotch and eager to break through the cage and show their ambitions all day long swear, after all, this rival is too strong to fight, so they can only splash dirty water.

The Huaichun ladies and maids, who enshrined Jiang Feng as a perfect god, were killed in disbelief, although occasionally they couldn't help but imagine a scene: a Confucian man with a long figure pressed a delicate prostitute under him and lashed him violently. The women with exquisite minds and rich imaginations were always red-faced, and shame and self-blame haunted their hearts, but there was a glimmer of expectation that they would be able to join in that unsightly scene.

The feast was full of joy, and the guests gradually dispersed.

In the treasury, today, just receiving gifts from the group of people who have always had a close relationship with the Hou Mansion and have the highest official status has been piled up into a small mountain. What's more, there are also those luxury gifts of second-rate officials who burn high incense like carp crossing the river.

Of these gifts, gold, silver, and jewelry were classified among the cheapest and most vulgar goods, and the ledger did not bother to name the giver unless they were of great importance. Famous jade paintings are slightly more graded, and those who give gifts can be included in the book. As for the precious gifts that can be called superb, such as life-sustaining elixirs, longevity pills, secret skill classics, immortal blades, etc., the owner of this kind of gift will keep a separate book and send it to the privy body. Among them, there are also blessings and misfortunes, and the family background will be investigated clearly, and if there is a bad intention, it will suffer a catastrophe.

The family who had not dispersed from the banquet gathered in one place, and the drunken old marquis and his daughter-in-law chatted about homely things, chatted about the customs of their hometown, and asked what objects their grandchildren grabbed when they were one year old, Chu Xiaoting replied frankly: "There are no elders in the family, and I dare not hold a trial ceremony for my children without authorization." ”

The old marquis was slightly displeased, but he didn't have a seizure, "As the saying goes, you know early when you are young, and you are old at three years old." You have really done a ...... for your father and mother" Think about it, although the daughter-in-law here is a little rigid, she can be regarded as knowledgeable and courteous, and knows how not to transgress. So he drank tea to dissipate his anger and said in a deep voice: "Although I have missed the opportunity, I have to make up for it today." You and your subordinates are ready to prepare, and let Xiao Xingyu catch Zhou today. ”

At this time, the lanterns in the Hou Mansion have been raised, and the pavilions, pavilions, and corridors are all lit. In the side hall where everyone was, in addition to the huge candle lighting, there were several snow-lit night pearls hanging on the top, almost no different from day.

Xiao Xingyu, who stayed aside to memorize the scriptures according to his mother's order, actually had his ears erected like rabbit ears, and when he heard the word "catch Zhou", although he didn't know what it was, he was still jumping with joy, and shouted again and again: "I want to catch Zhou, I want to catch Zhou ......"

The old marquis stroked his beard and smiled, swept away his dull chest, held his grandson in his arms, kissed and touched, like holding a treasure.

Mrs. Yipin Chu Xiaoting had spring water in her eyes, smiled and looked at the pair of grandchildren with relief.

Nanhua Hou Fengyin glanced at his sister-in-law out of the corner of his eyes, his delicate figure is indeed becoming more and more graceful and plump, no wonder his brother has not married a partial house so far. However, he has no evil thoughts about this sister-in-law, and this kind of weak woman who is "knowledgeable and courteous" has never been in his eyes. Feng Yin is even more fond of the wild and wild temperament of women in the Western Regions, like taming wild horses, which can be hearty every time. But what can make him worry about his heart is still the kind of woman who can write and martial arts, so chic and freehand.

Thinking of this, Feng Yin's mind flashed a twenty-eight woman with a one-sided relationship, who went to her brother's appointment in advance that day, entered the city a few days earlier, and stayed in hiding her identity. When drinking, he and a woman dressed as a man but did not decorate the scenery on her chest and looked at each other wrongly, and the two gambled three times, and the loser was a cow for the other party and could not break his promise. Unexpectedly, Feng Yin lost two games in a row at the beginning, and the game was wrong for the enemy, and he lost aggrievedly. The second table is a battlefield of rivers and mountains, and the tongue is full of male soldiers. Feng Yin, who had been sharpened on the battlefield, lost convincingly in the debate.

is bound to lose, and Feng Yin has to get back face in the third game no matter what. The proposal was more than the amount of wine, but the young girl readily agreed. Feng Yin drank a jar of old wine first, and the two competed. Who knew that this girl was bold and had a good amount of alcohol, and the two fought equally. In the end, the two who were drunk forgot to forget the sky, and even hooked their shoulders and called them brothers, and they were each carried back by their own servants.

Later, Feng Yin inquired in many ways, and found out that there was a big daughter in the family of the city lord Zhuo Caishen, who returned home drunk one day, and was confined to the boudoir by her mother, and punished her for doing the most hated female red needle embroidery. That woman has a name that is not auspicious, called Zhuo and Shen!

After a while, several servants and maidservants brought wooden plates, and many objects were placed on them. Merge a few large tables, leave the middle free, and place them scattered. In addition to the Buddhist scriptures, Taoist classics, and Confucian books, which are paper volumes, the rest such as seals, coins, pen and ink, jewelry, abacus, etc., are all made of gold and jade. There are many styles, dazzling, almost all the world's industries.

The old marquis gave a few words, and then put Xiao Xingyu in the middle of several large tables, and let him take whatever he wanted.

Xiao Xingyu felt very novel, many of the objects around him had never been seen, and each of them was worth having a good time with, but it was a pity that Grandpa only let him pick up one. Xiao Xingyu walked around, unable to choose, and the adults around him were full of anticipation, and every time he approached an object, they were very nervous.

Xiao Xingyu, who couldn't make up his mind, suddenly brightened his eyes, and in front of him a bladeless short knife with a green jade texture lay upright on the table, with the handle facing him, Xiao Xingyu didn't think about it, and grabbed the short knife. This is a jade with excellent jade quality and fine carving, a lion's head is full of lifelike vision, and the mouth spits out a slightly round blade, and the tip of the knife is slightly upturned like a long tongue. Many strange skills are displayed on small jade pieces that are less than a foot long, and the profound skills of those who ponder can be seen.

It's just that this jade knife, which is also a high-grade jade among ordinary things, is held in the hands of a child, and suddenly it actually emits a terrifying knife light. Xiao Xingyu stood slowly after holding the knife, pointing to the sky with the knife, and his whole body changed. Chu Xiaoting leaned forward and almost fainted, only to see Xiao Xingyu's eyes red as blood, his immature face was cold and holy, with a trace of violence and murder that could not be disobeyed, just like a demon god.

Almost at the same time that Xiao Xingyu held the knife, the black knife left by Liu Chongming, the son of Liu Longchi, the former great guest secretary of the mansion, trembled and chirped. The body of this knife is engraved with two ancient characters, and the special person in the house has translated the word "Yan Jue" through the ancient scrolls, and the Shenhua Marquis Feng led the three states, and the Yanlong Prefecture that produces iron ore is the fundamental place, the top priority. The name of this knife is extremely ominous, and the whole body is as black as ink, and the murderous atmosphere is pervasive, so it has been put on the shelf, and has become a whetstone for some swordsmen who practice the knife method of the partial door. To date, no one has surrendered to the sword.

A wooden man guarding the Hidden Knife Pavilion flashed into the side hall, whispered a few words in Feng Xuan's ear, and disappeared after Feng Xuan waved his hand.

The situation changed again, and Xiao Xingyu circled it with one foot and drew a small semicircle. The jade short knife in his hand exploded violently, and the broken jade condensed in the air but did not disperse, and during the flickering of brilliance, it was like a brilliant nebula that was in rotation of annihilation.

The sound of breaking the sky came from far and near, and everyone's ears buzzed, and they looked at each other, each in shock.

Except for the late Liu Longchi, the other three of the four major guests of the Shenhua Marquis Mansion appeared in the side hall: Dian Shanhai, a short old man who was in charge of defending against foreign enemies; Chen Xuanjiang, the leader of the second department of Wolf Qi and Fox Jin, a handsome white-haired "young man" who was stationed in the face of a crane with a childish face; and Qin Yunji, a tall and thin old Confucian who returned from the military department and is now a full-time guard of Chu Xiaoting, the wife of Yipin. The three of them have reached the realm of first-class products for many years, and the three of them, together with the deceased Liulongchi, have one thing in common, they are not good at martial arts and good at killing!

A black light pierced the tiles, and the rubble on the beam shook, but it did not collapse under the support of the three people below.

Xiao Xingyu's open five fingers held the black light, it was the Yan Jue Demon Knife with a narrow blade, the immature little hands could barely cover the handle, and the heavy blade that was much more noble and long than his body did not crush the little man.

The bloodshot eyes receded, and the eyes were actually gold and black, with mercy and holiness on the one hand, and cruelty and murder on the other. The small body stands proudly with a sword, and has the majestic spirit of looking down on the world.

Even though the white-haired "young man" Chen Xuanjiang is well-informed, he is not shaken by the ideas in his heart, and seeks affirmation from his two old colleagues: "Born with a product of the divine realm?"

The two nodded solemnly, and Dian Shanhai said calmly: "There should be two primordial gods in the sea of gods of the little marquis, one is good and one is evil, this matter is unheard of. It's just that now we are waiting for our strength, but we can only suppress one of the primordial gods. ”

The old Confucian Qin Yun gradually spoke slowly and logically, and the words were clear: "That demon god can lead to trouble, just lure into the black knife, if you fight with the spirit in the knife, it is better, if the two are combined into one, it is just another magic knife." The safety of the little marquis is at stake!"

The three of them agreed and joined forces to exert force......