The next day, Wentu and his entourage entered the capital, and the tranquility was immediately wiped out by the prosperity. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe long street is almost hazy, although the hustle and bustle is not as good as summer, but the steaming heat of the people and horses shop shows that the world is leveling.

"Brother Ventu, look!"

Wentu looked along Fu Rouyu's arm, a red mansion inn stood on the third floor in the midst of a forest of houses, and a huge plaque was erected next to the store door, with a few big characters written: Beijing Wentuhui.

Several people immediately dismounted and walked to the inn.

"Guest officer, please inside, is it drinking, staying in the hotel or listening to the exchange?" the shopkeeper hurriedly asked when he saw that there were five people standing in front of him.

"Listen?" Fu Rou didn't know what he meant.

The shopkeeper immediately became attentive, and said with a smile on his face: "Yo, it seems that the guest officer is noble from other places, advanced house, advanced house, the unique Wentuhui in this building, all over the capital knows, singing and dancing accompanied by playing, while drinking and tasting tea, pleasing to the eye......"

"What is the content of Wentuhui?" Wentu thought it was just the handwriting of writers such as text stamps.

The shopkeeper was full of smiles, bent down and tentatively reached out to lead the red horse and the white horse, and suddenly saw that the two horse owners had no objection, and immediately shook their heads and smiled, full of joy and said: "A few guest officials, let's talk while walking, the content of this Wentuhui is mainly from the north, and some capable people and gentlemen have depicted the legend of the colorful swordsman Wentu who went north to suppress the Kou in the capital according to the news of the rivers and lakes......"

"What?!" Wentu was shocked and immediately covered the hilt of the sword with his hand, it seemed that this colored sword could never be easily unsheathed again.

Fu Rou hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand, and instantly let go and ordered: "Four horses alone, serve good forage, prepare some wine and food first, and we will enjoy the Wentuhui while staying in the hotel!" Fu Rou did not ask Wentu's opinion this time, because the Wentuhui was fascinating.

"Okay, good!" the shopkeeper was overjoyed, and the money came smoothly.

The five of them sat against the wall, ordered a few dishes of side dishes, two pots of hot wine, and a few drawers of white radish and purple leaf buns, and the little boy ate with relish.

Fu Rou lowered her voice and asked, "Brother Wentu, why does the capital know so much detail?"

"It must have been someone from the Kurono Mountains area who knew the details and spread it to Kyoto, so they combined the two, as long as there was no sound of the northern soil. Wentu suddenly remembered that he had taken Baizhi from the Northern Soil Scattered Department and the Snow Mountain.

"Hehe, I hope there is, so that the people in Beijing know how brave my brother Wentu is!"

Wentu didn't have this wish, the less the world knew, the better, maybe he would leave the Southern Dynasty one day, lest more people think of it, and looking at Fu Rou's excited face, he didn't refute it.

As the night came, the number of people in the inn gradually increased, Wentu saw that Fu Rou had finished eating and made a look, Fu Rou immediately understood, put on a hat, and at the same time buttoned a felt hat for the little boy, and lifted the long scarf to cover his face, because the two could not show up.

In the distance, people are already preparing on the stage, setting up the drum set, and the musicians are seated.

The shop went from table to table and collected the money.

Wentu didn't expect his shuttle, but he made a restaurant in the capital popular.

was figuring it out, and seven or eight people rushed into the door of the store, wearing a green coat with a sword hanging from their waists, and the sword was all owned in the palace!

Leng Ling!

The people who entered did not alarm the housekeepers, and immediately sat around the three round tables, tightly guarding the empty table in the middle.

Escorted by the General!

Wentu was secretly surprised, no, the princess would come to listen to it!

"Nan'er remember, don't make a sound, don't look back, maybe Aunt Wang will come in a while, now is not the time......"

"Why can't we meet?" said the little boy excitedly, but he was covered by a scarf and was a little vague.

Wentu couldn't talk too much, and quietly replied: "There will be bad people who say that you are a fake prince, don't ask more!" Then he became cold, and the little boy nodded hurriedly, but there was no stage in front of him, so he had to stare at his aunt.

After a while, a few people entered in cloth and plain clothes, and Leng Ling followed.

Wentu looked sideways, and immediately the blood surged upward, and he could barely control himself, holding Fu Rou's hand and whispering: "Fu Rou, don't move, it's the king, the queen and the princess!

The king and the queen and the princess sister watched the Wentuhui together!

Fu Rou's body trembled, although there was a hat to cover it, and her back was to the platform, she already felt the breath of the princess, after all, she had been entangled with her for half a year when she was a child.

The little boy's eyes widened fiercely, and not far behind him were the father and mother who were haunted by their dreams, but they couldn't run up to see each other, which was very sad for an eight-year-old child.

Maybe it was at this moment that the little boy knew what a king was......

"Miss Ying, have you called me here again and again, is it for this Wentuhui?" The king's voice was very low, but the very skilled Wentu and Fu Rou could hear it clearly.

"Brother Wang," this title pun does not leak, "I heard that this hui shook the capital, and the content was strange, so I attracted the four sisters to watch it together, and maybe I could find clues." ”

"No matter how beautiful the singing and dancing is, it can't compare to my sister-in-law's magic skills, but this name sister is very strange," said the princess, glancing at Leng Ling, "Everyone knows the colorful sword warriors, but what does it have to do with Wentu?"

"I heard that my sister said that the colorful sword warrior was a dumb guard in your house many years ago, and he also helped his brother-in-law," Chen Ying'er knew in her heart, "You said that the person looks similar to Wentu, we might as well listen to it!"

Chen Ying'er knocked on the side, lest the princess lose her temper after learning that the colorful sword warrior was Wentu, and she hadn't seen Wentu for many years, so she wanted to know what he was doing and what his movements were.

The princess shook her head, although Leng Ling had already told Ah Wen that he was a colorful sword warrior, and she was embarrassed at the time, and now she is even more blocked from Ah Wentu's idea, because in that back garden, she leaned on Ah Wen's shoulder, and quietly stated her thoughts about Wentu, if it was the same person, it would be strange if she was not crazy......

When Fu Rou heard this, her hand moved unconsciously, she didn't expect that her brother had dressed up as a dumb person to protect the princess and raise the general, and her heart was relaxed, and the face in the hat was full of spring flowers.

"I often regret that the colorful sword warrior Zeng Jing shoveled the murderer, and once secretly helped me," the king said heavily, picking up a lychee, Chen Ying'er hurriedly snatched it over and peeled it for him, "That official position is too small......

The group talked about this colorful sword warrior, Wentu's heart was rolling, how could he be virtuous, in the southern kingdom of the dynasty, the king and others sighed.

Himself, just a shuttle master.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this Japanese photo show begins—"

The store shouted loudly on the stage, and there was a thunderstorm in the audience.

Instantly, the drums sounded in unison, and a group of women took the stage and danced.

The woman's cappella sang: "The yellow sky and white sand baby don't cry, the strong man crossed the horse and went out of the north road, and fled to the rivers and lakes for the first time, and the red horse was Wentu ......"

Wentu was shocked when he heard this, what kind of capable person can he go back so far?

"You really didn't cry?" Wentu asked Fu Rou in a whisper.

Fu Rou was nervous and happy, nodding slightly, fortunately, Wentu couldn't see it, and he was already in the hat!

"The northern soil shows miraculous powers, Wentu enters the prince, and then returns to the southern land, and the barbarians provoke the sky......"

The women on the stage sang in turn, and they actually depicted Wentu's rebellion against Nanyi in a magical way, but they didn't mention the princess and the hegemonic power, it should involve the royal family and government decrees, and no one in the rivers and lakes dared to speak.

The women danced and left.

A middle-aged man on the stage, lightly lifting the round-headed wooden stick with both hands, "dong dong" hit the wooden drum twice, and sang along with the rhythm:

"Just saying this, Wentu Kai returned victoriously, and suddenly, the wanderer did not see back; how do you know, for the female worship of the North Cone, it is indeed that, the dark Baizhi provokes people to chase; but I don't see, the legend does not believe anyone, only knows, the back of the colorful sword in the sky is ......"

The audience roared again, because the colorful sword was finally born!

Wentu knew that only Mu Nujie, Fu Rou, Ah Wu and Chen Ying'er knew about Bai Zhi, and the people in the rivers and lakes could not find it.

At this time, Chen Ying'er looked at the king with a wry smile, and the king stroked his hand tightly and said: "The people in the rivers and lakes still don't know that Wentu has given you that Baizhi, but they are also well-informed, but they have been ignoring the ...... of Princess Fu Rou, the sister of the queen of eternity."

Hearing this, the princess's eyes were locked, and she stared at the man on the stage in a daze, if it weren't for this, she would definitely put the sword in front of this person's neck and make him tell the truth, but that Wentu did get the colorful sword?

Listening to it, the man showed off the colorful sword of the capital a little magically, in fact, for the people of Beijing, it is indeed a myth...... After two more "dong dong" sounds, the drum sound suddenly stopped, and the man asked in Baiyu: "Ladies and gentlemen, you are asking where the girl behind Wentu is, and saying that the big hero is homeless, where is the sister who is blind, but do you want to smell it?"

"Smell it!" The audience listened to it for the first time, and the crowd was already excited.

"Smell, smell, and listen to the pianist!" said and walked away, causing laughter from the audience.

A kabuki entered the stage, followed by the dancers dressed up beautifully, and when the pipa sounded, the girls danced again, and the women's voices were sweet and touching:

The black field of the northern country is chaotic, the Dongshan robbers are arrogant, the hero is tired, the text is unbearable, leaning on the sky......!

Wentu suddenly heard an "um", it was the princess's exclamation!

The princess's face was dull, but she grabbed Leng Ling tightly and muttered: "Then, Awen is Wentu, Awen is Wentu......" Leng Ling was also stunned, so it is true, the colorful sword warrior is Wentu, staring at his princess with pity.

The princess laughed again, she must have thought of the conversation in the back garden, and whispered to her husband: "This life is enough!"

Half an hour later, the Wentu Exchange ended.

Wentu secretly rejoiced, the person who didn't know how to write the vocabulary didn't know or abided by the rules, and didn't tell him about his situation in Chengjiazhuang, if so, it would definitely cause a storm. Thinking that it is already determined, it should be the latter, because the people in Heiyezhai know that they are attacking the mountain as the owner of the Cheng family, and the writer must be afraid of disturbing himself and causing this exchange to give up halfway, and the things involving the government are not mentioned, but also to be able to make money all the time.

The king was not full of interest, took a sip of tea and asked, "How old is this Wentu Gong this year?"

Chen Ying'er replied: "The same age as me and my fourth sister, about thirty-seven or eighteen years old. ”

Fu Rou immediately shook her head, in her eyes, her brother was only twenty-four or five years old, but in fact he was indeed twenty-five years old.

The king's expression was serious, and he said lightly: "Nanguo is ashamed to ...... with him."

Chen Ying'er and the princess said almost in unison: "I am also ashamed of Princess Fu Rou......"

A few people got up to leave, Chen Ying'er was just about to step out of the inn but stopped for a while, always felt that something was wrong, and her heart was not very good, and when she looked back, there was nothing abnormal with diners or officials, and she shook her head slightly and followed the king!

This Wentuhui is just a flash in the pan, in a few days after the Wentu view was delisted and stopped to change to the song and dance of the Hui, many years later, there were rumors that it was the colorful sword warrior Wentu who came to the restaurant to make him boycott.

The listeners in the inn dispersed one after another, but Wentu did not leave his seat for a long time, it seemed so peaceful, who knew that it was already murderous; Fu Rou was even more sour in her heart, she didn't expect that she was a college student who had not left the school, and she was actually missed by the king and others!

The next day, Wentu instructed his subordinates to secretly contact Ah Wu's eyeliner, inquire about the news in the palace, and if he was fine, he would stay with the little prince for a few more days. However, before they could be settled, the subordinates hurried over, shouting that something had happened in the court......

After that, Wentu bought a secluded courtyard, ordered his entourage to guard the red horse, and hid the colored sword and guqin, and returned to his own courtyard every two days to play with the red horse......