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The most prosperous place in the capital is also a place where high-ranking officials and nobles can come for recreation.

It was the time when there were the most guests at noon, and the lights in the Mochizuki Building were bright and green, and it was very lively, and even the corridors on the second and third floors were full of guests and guys with dishes.

Xiao Er was constantly greeting guests, but found a clue.

The private room of Huxiang Pavilion upstairs has been booked by Xiao Mengshi, the son of Xiao Zhengyi, the governor of Xiyuzhou. This suave young man has extremely high martial arts, and he is especially obsessed with knife skills. Originally, the border pass was in turmoil, Xiao Mengshi followed his father, and made outstanding achievements in the previous wars with Beiyan, and his courage was incomparable, which made the enemy fearful.

But he suddenly resigned from the military a few years ago and went to the capital to make a big fuss. He is both rich and dashing, and he is often seen in the Jingzhong wine shop Selan Gambling House. Seven or eight out of ten famous prostitutes in Beijing have had dealings with him, and in the red incense tent, there is a little bit of beautiful scenery for a while. Xiao Mengshi was in the pavilions, streets and alleys, and was talked about behind the backs of all kinds of people from high-ranking officials and eunuchs to peddlers and pawns. And he didn't care, and continued to be ridiculous.

But this merry boy is extremely obsessed with knife skills. No matter how ridiculous the day before yesterday was, he must have gotten up early in the morning to practice swordsmanship, and it seemed that he still had some nostalgia and yearning for the past military life in his heart.

At this time, Xiao Er secretly observed these guests, and muttered to himself in his heart: Xiao Dagongzi is really a black and white veteran, and the guests gathered in Huxiang Pavilion, although they are dressed in different ages and accents, but everyone is wearing a knife, and they are not ordinary people when they look at their eyes.

And the knives are not ordinary knives, there are both round scimitars, there are gold ring knives, and some knives have blades on both sides, shining with a snowy light. Others are hidden in scabbards or wrapped in cloth and carried on their backs.

The seven men were dressed and looked in different ways, ranging from white-haired elders to handsome young men, to thick and stout men, to sick men who were so thin that they couldn't scrape off their bones. There is even a young woman in her thirties, with a delicate appearance and a quiet temperament, and when talking to the white-haired elder, she also behaves moderately, not in a hurry or slowly.

The white-haired old man just said to the young woman: "Zhenzhen, twenty years ago, I knew how to knife your father, and you were still a ten-year-old little girl at that time......

Before he finished speaking, a man next to him who was short in stature, but wearing tight black clothes and black pants, and looked even thinner, jumped over in the air and screamed: "Wang Nuxia's knife skills are passed down by Wang Daxia himself, but I want to try Ding Senior's killing knife technique." ”

The white-haired old man was a well-known killer on both sides of the Yellow River, Ding Feng, who heard Hou Lingshan interrupt and glanced at the knife he held in his hand.

The blade is as thin as paper, not more than a foot, but the handle is longer than the ordinary knife handle, and a string of thick gold rings are attached, giving people a sense of inversion of the weight of the knife.

Ding Feng saw Hou Lingshan, who was known as the knife throwing god for the first time, and said with a slight smile: "What is Hou Ye anxious about, the main master has not yet arrived, and your knife will have a chance to shine." ”

On the side, Sun Feng and Du Zhenyuan, who had been chatting on the side, were attracted by their conversation, Sun Feng turned his head and smiled weirdly: "Xiao Mengshi is Meng Lang on the surface, but it is actually unfathomable. Brother Du and I both received the invitation suddenly in the morning, and the sister of the Wang family, the elder Ding and the Guo brothers who came to Beijing temporarily did not miss it, which shows that this Xiao Gongzi is not only an urgent matter, but also has a lot of energy. ”

Hou Lingshan heard Du Zhenyuan say this, he usually had nothing to do, and then he screamed twice: "Isn't the urgent matter of Prince Xiao just looking for a woman? I heard that he recently fell in love with the emperor's cousin, Meng Xue, the daughter of Lord Meng Dingguo, who is supervising in Xiyuzhou, and he is not busy chasing women. Suddenly recruit us boring people, I really don't know what can happen. ”

Du Zhenyuan also smiled slightly: "I heard that Lord Xiao and Uncle Meng have always been incompatible, drink ...... Drink ......"

Although there have been no major battles in the past 20 years, there have been constant frictions at the border gates. Xiao Meng and Meng are both powerful figures in the army that the imperial court relies on, and the subtle relationship between the two has always been the focus of discussion between the government and the opposition. What's more, Xiao Mengshi showed obvious admiration for Meng Xue, which added countless conjectures.

Du Zhenyuan saw that there were also smiles in the eyes of a few people present, so he shrunk back and stopped talking.

At this time, in addition to Ding Feng, Wang Zhenzhen, Sun Feng, Hou Lingshan, and Du Zhenyuan, there were still two people here. One is a young man in a green shirt with a knife in a sheath on the table in front of him, who has only been drinking and not speaking, and Guo Shichao, the son of Guo Chong, a wealthy man in northern Jiangsu, Shuangfeng Villa. Guo Wei and his younger brother Guo Yong jointly presided over the affairs of the villa, so it was named Shuangfeng Villa, which was a well-known rich family in northern Jiangsu. However, his family's business has always been suspicious, and the shops, restaurants, and real estate on the surface of Shuangfeng Villa do not seem to be enough to carry such a rich name. Guo Shichao, like Wang Zhenzhen this time, came to Beijing to handle business on behalf of his father, but he didn't want to suddenly receive Xiao Mengshi's post in the inn, and the post was written very politely: Please ask Guo Junshichao's virtuous brother in northern Jiangsu to look at the moon for a while. In addition, the detailed address and time were written on the post, and "Xiao Mengshi worshipped" fell below. The boy who came to Beijing for the first time was very curious about the bustling capital and the daimyo of Xiao Mengshi, who had only heard of the legend, so he came to the door with even more curiosity. But when he entered Huxiang Pavilion, all of them were unfamiliar people, and he was not very outgoing and eloquent, so he had a good amount of wine, and he bowed to the elders, and after saying hello, he sat in the corner and drank a glass of left and right silently. The other one who has never opened his mouth is the local leader of the Crouching Tiger Gang in the capital, Han Zhengjie, who has been rampant in the capital for 30 years with a double-edged knife.

Han Zhengjie and Xiao Mengshi have a good relationship, both of them are often in the capital, and they both love knives like their lives, and they often learn from each other. At this time, Xiao Mengshi had not arrived, and he should have come to Zhang Luo, but because there was a murder and bloody case at the door of the silk shop opened by his Crouching Tiger Gang today, he was very angry, so he also said a simple greeting, just like Guo Shichao, drinking a glass of stuffy wine on the left and a glass on the right.

Han Zhengjie is quite influential in the capital, and after decades of foundation, he has also begun to go on the road to happiness. Usually, when you go out to eat and go to the banquet, you have to talk about feng shui auspiciousness, and when you walk on the road, you are even more hugging. But today I was annoyed, so I came here alone without a retinue. At this time, when the audience was still talking about Xiao Meng, their tone was even quite light, and they were even more angry, and they drank more violently.

Xiao Er served two more jars of wine, and the cold dishes were also served, and Xiao Er also reported the name of the dish loudly: "Ladies and gentlemen, salted and braised pork, pickled goose eggs, preserved fish in sauce, and fairy bamboo shoots! Everyone at the table was already drinking happily, and now the atmosphere was even more lively, and they even began to punch each other.

At this moment, the door of the private room suddenly opened, and a beautiful son walked in.

He was tall and tall. The facial lines are like carvings, the facial features are beautiful but angular, the eyebrows are like swords, and the eyes are like bright stars, so they are bright and resolute. The jet-black hair is neatly tied up with a white hosta with a moist texture. It was probably because I came to the banquet and wore a silk robe made of good quality, and it draped very well. A few bamboo leaves of the same color as the silk robe are sparsely sparse at the corners of the robe, but they are not touching, and when they walk, a few soft silver rays of silver light on the silver lines on the bamboo leaves appear from time to time.

Although he looks like a rich son, the exquisite decoration can't hide the heroism between his eyebrows. Especially a pair of sword eyebrows and shining eyes, like starlight in the cold night, people dare not force their eyes.

When they knew that the host of the feast had come, they hurriedly put down their cups and spoons, and they all stood up.

This person is indeed Xiao Mengshi, the son of Xiao Zhengyi, the governor of Xiyuzhou. When he came in, he smiled and bowed his hand to everyone first: "The weather is good today, and the timing is also coincidental." When I dreamed, I knew that a few friends who made knives came from afar, so I wanted everyone to take the opportunity to have a party and be appreciated by everyone. ”

Everyone returned the salute one after another: "How can Xiao Gongzi be so polite!"

Guo Shichao was the most curious in the seat, he knew that it was not his turn to speak first, so he just looked at Xiao Meng with great curiosity, and he was a little envious of his demeanor for a while.

Xiao Mengshi hurriedly invited Ding Feng to take a seat, Ding Fengqian let him sit for a long time, and Xiao Mengshi accompanied the prime minister.

When Han Zhengjie saw Xiao Mengshi coming, he also cheered up and said: "You are late in the dream, everyone has already drunk a lot back and forth." Since today's theme is the sword, why don't I mention a topic first......"

Xiao Mengshi smiled and said, "Brother Han, please speak." ”

Before the words fell, Han Zhengjie had already pulled out the steel knife from his waist with a snort, the technique was fast, the action was clean, and everyone in the audience couldn't help but shout.

He put the knife on the table with a cold light, and when everyone saw it, they applauded the crime.

These knife masters, usually Shandong, Hexi, Hainan, and Lubei, are not easy to meet.

Even if you have made a move, it is rare to have the opportunity to admire your opponent's sword so closely. At this time, everyone understood what the Han gang leader meant, so they drew their knives and put them in turn according to their seats.

Others are okay, Xiao Mengshi's eyes lit up suddenly.

When it was Hou Lingshan's turn, his knife was not in the sheath in the first place, but he had always held it in his hand, and then when he was happy, he stuck it in his belt. At this time, he quickly grabbed the knife in his hand, and everyone cheered again, and he realized that there was no place for the knife on the table. Next to him, Guo Shichao's sheathed knife was still on the table, while his people were still drinking alone sullenly.

Hou Lingshan shouted in a pinched chicken voice: "Little Er, come and clean up the table, don't spoil the master's interest!"

Xiao Er didn't come, but he heard a voice say, "Shall I find a place for Hou Ye to put his knife?"

Before the words fell, I saw a cold light burst out, a long sword momentum like a rainbow, and then a person's figure suddenly came like the wind, only to see the person who came with a long sword, and a few knives just placed on the table were picked up by his sword at an incredible speed, and several knives flew into the air. The figure then pulled out his left hand in the air and withdrew the knife in turn, and when he closed the knife, all he held was the blade, which made everyone present feel very thrilled. His figure immediately fell, and the sword in his right hand was already resting on Hou Lingshan's sword.

The crowd was stunned.

Hou Ling was startled, and looked at the person with wide eyes: "Detective Meng Yu?"