But he said that this little marquis of Bao Toad is also a wonderful person, one doesn't want to be an official, and the other doesn't want to do business, but he just wants to be the most useless hero in the mouth of Guangyi Hou.

is obsessed with all kinds of weapons to the point of pathology, according to him, if there is a handy magic weapon, not to mention a marquis, even to give the position of an emperor to change, you have to consider it.

The consequence of this is that although he was protected by the old lady, Bao Toad was also beaten and couldn't get out of bed for half a month. However, since then, most of the people inside and outside the mansion also know that the little marquis of Bao Chan likes to collect divine weapons. So the firearms of the Song Dynasty, the swords of the Tang Dynasty, the swords of the Han Dynasty, and the axes of the Zhou Dynasty did not know how much they sent.

People are like this, the more they see, the more they feel that treasures are rare, and in the end, those who really get into the eyes of the little marquis are just a sword, an axe, a gun, a stick and a halberd. Since then, the little marquis often said that it is a pity that he did not find a treasure knife.

In fact, the treasure knives sent by the families are not small, and it is not uncommon to blow hair and break hair, but none of them can enter the eyes of the little marquis. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that only by finding the weapons of the second master of the martial saint Guan can we solve the greed of the little marquis.

Fortunately, although the little marquis is obsessed with weapons, he is even more afraid of his father, and after searching for the treasure knife to no avail, under the command of Guangyi Hou, he found a craftsman thousands of miles away to tailor a treasure knife for himself. Although it is not a famous object in history, it is also a rare divine soldier in the world. It is said that eighty-two catties of meteorite iron alone were consumed, not counting the gold and silver that was melted into it.

It took two years to become this glittering sword. According to the meaning of Bao Toad, I wanted to name it 'the first knife in the world', which sounded boundless domineering, but this 'first in the world' was too taboo, and finally took the name of 'Chengyue'.

Bearing the moon, inheriting the fortune of heaven and earth, and gathering the brilliance of the sun and the moon. You can imagine the weight of this treasure knife in the heart of the little marquis.

Today's knife is completed, and naturally I can't wait to take it out to show off, and it is not the character of the little marquis of Bao Chan to make the pearl dusty.

The people present, although most of them are unlearned and only know how to act on a woman's belly, but after all, most of their fathers are heroes who started with Emperor Hongwu. I have never eaten pork, and I have always seen a few pigs running.

As soon as the red sandalwood box opened the crack, the temperature in the entire private room dropped. For example, Ma Thirteen, who is weak and afraid of cold, has made several swings one after another.

When the box was about halfway open, the approximate shape of the blade appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and the golden light was even more dizzy.

"Good knife! peerless good knife!" Hua Guoan clapped his hands and laughed: "Congratulations to Brother Bao Chan, congratulations to Brother Bao Chan, this treasure knife is finally available." This is worthy of Brother Baochan's reputation as 'the world's arsenal'!"

Bao Toad smiled and pulled out the treasure knife made by the craftsman, only to see that the knife was about four feet long, and a four-clawed golden dragon was entrenched from the handle to the tip of the knife, and with a slight wave, the room was full of brilliance, and the golden luster made people dizzy.

Bao Toad suddenly aimed the tip of the knife at Ma Thirteen, so frightened that Ma Thirteen almost fell to the ground, and the beauty in his arms collapsed to the ground with a scream.

"Thirteen, do you see if my treasure knife is good or bad?" The tip of Bao Toad's knife pointed at the tip of Ma Thirteen's nose half an inch apart, and the sharp tip of the knife swayed back and forth with Bao Toad's arm. Bao Toad just smiled playfully, ignoring the cold sweat that slipped on Ma Thirteen's forehead.

"The knife collected by Brother Bao Chan must be a good knife. Ma Thirteen didn't care to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, let alone dodge a bit.

At this moment, even Hua Guoan, who was the most sluggish, understood that the situation in front of him was wrong: "Brother Bao Chan, did Ma Thirteen, this bastard offend you? As long as Brother Bao Chan says yes, I will let him be hacked to death and dragged out to feed the dogs." ”

"Offend me?" Bao Chan's wine-colored body could no longer support a large knife of dozens of catties for a long time, took advantage of the situation to put the knife down, and took out a handkerchief from his arms to wipe the spotless blade: "It's not offended, but I heard that someone has recently gotten a little closer to my cousin, who is only eight years old and rich in five cars, and it seems that he doesn't take me seriously." ”

Hua Guoan was furious when he heard this, kicked Ma Thirteen to the ground, grabbed his collar and slammed it with two punches: "Brother Bao Chan is not good to you, you have to go to Xie Xingyan, that bastard! Ma Thirteen, you read the most, so you are the most bastard!"

Seeing that the familiar face in the past was gradually blurred by the beaten flesh and blood, Bao Toad suddenly felt excited, put the treasure knife in his hand into the box and put it away, and ordered to go.

The housekeeper Song Zhong took the red sandalwood box and followed Bao Chan downstairs.

Hua Guoan sat on the ground with a long sigh of relief: "Thirteen, are you okay?"

"I was almost beaten to death by you, and you said you were okay? Oops...... "I don't know if I used more strength to speak, and I touched a wound, and Ma Thirteen suddenly wailed.

"Light?" Hua Guoan sneered, and ordered several Oiran in the house to hurry up and get out, then pointed to Ma Shisan's nose and scolded: "If I were light, you would be lying in a mass grave outside the city tomorrow! They all said that my Hua Gongzi had a bad brain, and I found that your Ma Gongzi was a bad brain! Who is the biggest in this Huaiyin City, do you have no points in your heart? Actually go to get close to his most disgusting cousin, today I will beat you a few times, kick you a few times to save your life, and after a few days of injury, I will go and apologize to Brother Bao Chan." ”

Ma Thirteen let out a long sigh and lay down in the drunken stains on the ground like resignation.

Downstairs, Bao Chan looked back at Zi Ning Xuan, which was still brightly lit in the drizzle, this was the place where several people came most often, and it should not come again in the future.

Shaking his head and coming back to his senses, he took out fifty taels of silver tickets from his arms and handed them to the housekeeper Song Zhong: "These fifty taels of silver are handed over to Aunt Hong, and it will be regarded as compensation for me knocking over her belongings and disturbing the guests." ”

Steward Song hurriedly took the silver ticket and nodded yes.

Bao Toad sighed lightly, boarded the luxurious and terrifying carriage, and the slaves and maids of his own family delivered the warm decanting soup on the stove to the little marquis.

Bao Chan took the decanting soup, as if he remembered something, opened the curtain and happened to see the housekeeper Song Zhong handing over the red sandalwood box in his hand to the coachman for safekeeping, and was about to return to Zi Ning Xuan, and hurriedly called Song Zhong: "After returning home, go get some good wound medicine and send it to Ma Gongzi's house." ”

Song Zhong nodded and agreed. Bao Chan was still a little uneasy, and specially instructed: "Remember to take my usual intermittent cream, if Zhou Da Steward doesn't allow it, just say that I want it." ”

"Little Hou Ye rest assured. Steward Song responded.

Only then did Bao Chan put down the curtain with confidence.

Just when Steward Song turned around again and was about to return to Ziningxuan, Bao Chan's slightly tired voice came from the car: "The girl who came into the house to sing music last time sang well, you can find her again." ”

Steward Song hesitated for a moment before he responded.

As the sound of the wheels and bluestone slabs clashing faded away, Bao Toad shrank back and found the softest and most comfortable place on the maid's thigh.

For this little maid who has served him since he was a child, he can finally put down the heavy mask he is wearing on his face, sigh and plan to sleep in the house.

The maid pinched the head of the little marquis of Bao Chan wholeheartedly, and asked the little marquis softly if he had encountered something unhappy.

"Jin Zhu, do you think I'm a wicked person?" Bao Toad rolled over slightly, and pressed his face against Jin Zhu's warm thigh.

Jin Zhu touched Bao Chan's slightly moist face and whispered: "Whoever dares to say that our Bao Chan Little Marquis is a wicked person, the slave will tear his mouth." Who in the house doesn't know that our little marquis treats his subordinates the most benevolently, how can he be a wicked person. ”

Bao Chan smiled bitterly: "I still remember what Butler Zhou told my father." Some people have a conscience, and some people have a dog whose conscience is eaten, and they live without suffering. The most painful thing is the person whose conscience has been eaten half by the dog and half left. ”

"Why did the little marquis think of talking about this?" Jin Zhu was puzzled.

Bao Toad shook his head and changed his posture: "It's nothing, let's go home." ”

The light rain is falling like this, dripping on people's bodies and cold in people's hearts.

Guangyihou, who is over half a hundred years old and has already had a little gray hair, held a bowl of hot ginger tea, reclined by the candle flame and drank it in small sips. The hot tea dispelled the cold on the body, but it couldn't drive away the chill in the heart.

The few folds on the case in front of him were all things that Xie Xingyan handed over and didn't dare to deal with.

One said that there was chaos in the northwest again, saying that they were dissatisfied with the rule of Ming officials.

One said that the remnants of the Great Yuan Dynasty, who had fled to the north, were a little unsettled, and seemed to be preparing to unite with the descendants of Genghis Khan of the Golden Horde to go south again.

The last letter is really terrifying, Song Guogong is now under house arrest in the imperial city, and he teaches the emperor's grandson to read, who doesn't know that although Feng Sheng is good at reading all his life, most of the books he reads are military books. What does this knowledge have to do with governing the country? It is just an excuse to block the mouths of the people of the world.

Come to think of it, Song Guogong is really dying. In this way, the original six dukes and forty-eight marquis are the only ones left. I just hope that my eldest brother, who has become the Emperor of Hongwu, can see the love of squatting in the kiln together and gnawing on the nest head, and let himself go.

"Uncle, just now I heard people say that the Yanguan surnamed Li in Huaiyin City is dead. Xie Xingyan looked at the folds on the case, and mentioned it casually.

Guangyihou replied casually: "It's a pity that such a talent is dead?" As soon as the words came out, Jiang Jingchu was suddenly stunned: "How did he die?"

Xie Xingyan raised his head and said, "I heard that the next person said that he offended Song Tong's sentence and was killed on the street." ”

Jiang Jingchu frowned, and said impatiently: "Nonsense, Song Tongju likes this kid the most, how could he send someone to kill him." Whoever dares to chew his tongue again will be expelled from the house. ”

"Yes," Xie replied.

Jiang Jingchu looked at his nephew as if he wanted to speak and stopped, and couldn't help but be angry, and his voice raised a little: "You came to tell me that someone died?"

Xie Xingyan hesitated for a moment: "There is another thing that I don't know whether to talk about or not." ”

"Say, you and I are our own family, what else do you care, don't be this little daughter. ”

"Bao Chan beat the son of the master of the horse in Ziningxuan. ”

"Which son?"

"The youngest horse thirteen. ”