Chapter 384 The Young Marquis and the Mute Girl

I heard that the son of a powerful prince in the capital was fighting with others again.

In early spring in March, the cold spring weather has not yet receded.

Vendors are shouting, pedestrians are bustling, beautiful flowers are blooming, and fire is cooking oil.

"Master, Master!"

The boy hurriedly chased her, wiping his sleeves and sweating all over his forehead.

The noble man who was walking ahead stopped at a stall selling sugar figures and looked at it with interest, his hands behind his back. When he heard his servant shouting, he turned around and waved.

"Here it is!"

The boy looked up and saw his young master's handsome face under the warm early spring sun. His eyes were so bright that people couldn't take their eyes away after seeing him.

The boy sighed secretly in his heart.

The young master is obviously so good-looking, but why does he fall in love with... such a woman?

The matchmakers of many princes and nobles have almost broken the threshold of their Weiwu Hou Lu family. The wife has also been interested in several families, but the young master always refuses. Normally, in this matter of marriage, it is just a matter of obeying the parents' orders and the matchmaker's advice. That's right, how can there be anything like this... such... as my own young master...

Why!

I really don’t know what to say. Maybe I should be in the family of Weiwuhou. I have been studying the books of sages since I was a child. I am smart and quick, and I have long lost my reputation. I could have been among the top three. It was at that time that the barbarians invaded my country. On the border of Zhou Dynasty, the war was raging and gunpowder smoke was everywhere. A scholar-general angrily wrote and joined the army. He boarded the post hall and called out, summoned more than ten classmates, and went to the military camp overnight.

It is still an interesting story to this day. On the day of the ceremony, everyone was overjoyed and burst into tears. They read the name of the number one scholar until they were shocked to find that the protagonist was missing.

It was not easy to find the No. 1 scholar in the military camp. The old man who was only a champion at that time just said.

"People in the world only say that they are useless scholars. In this case, I can also carry a three-foot sword to sweep away the barbarians and insubordinates, and protect the peace and tranquility of our great Zhou Dynasty."

"Then this number one scholar..."

He faced south and bowed.

"I'm sorry for the students' disobedience."

He, the number one scholar, could be regarded as a disciple of the Emperor.

He won the title of Number One Scholar, but he was not accepted. The founding of the Zhou Dynasty in three hundred years was also the first time that the world was created.

The world just shook their heads and said that this person was too arrogant. The emperor's favor was so easy to refuse.

It is the so-called thunder, rain and dew, all of which are your kindness. They are waiting for the follow-up. However, given the child's character, if he is sent to prison, he may be saved. It is a pity to die like this.

However, they are not the only ones who cherish their talents.

"Oh, is that what he said?"

On the nine steps, there is the emperor's way in the bright yellow dragon robe.

"Your Majesty, do you want this person to..."

He waved his hand and said.

"This is a good minister."

From then on, the number one scholar put off his brocade robes, put on his helmet and armor, and just as he said back then, he picked up a three-foot sword and wiped out all the rebels.

Ten years later, when the frontier was established, he was dressed in white. The year he returned to Beijing, he was already a powerful marquis, a real marquis with military merit, and was very prominent for a while.

Perhaps it was because the mighty Marquis was so bright that he made the young Marquis look like a dandy. He spent his days either holding birds and dogs or fighting with others.

This one starts again.

The little marquis Lu Mingfei looked at the stall for a long time. The hawker tremblingly asked the nobleman if there was anything he liked. Just take it, but Lu Mingfei frowned.

"I still want this thing from you?"

He nodded to the boy, and a silver ingot fell on the stall. The hawker was not happy and was shocked. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his legs were so weak that he almost lay on the ground. What a noble person in this world takes from you, that is because he thinks highly of you. , it is a blessing that your ancestors have cultivated for eight lifetimes, but you still have to pay for it, and you don’t show your own virtue by soaking in urine.

So the young Marquis is a dandy. This dandy is different from others. He likes to scare people. He is a majestic and majestic prince and pays for a candy man. Isn’t this a joke?

Seeing that the vendor was about to kneel down, Lu Mingfei frowned.

"Stand still, why are you kneeling?"

"If you kneel down, I will demote your whole family to build the emperor's mausoleum!"

Immediately, the hawker shook his head like a rattle and stood up straight. Pedestrians turned their faces away with resentment on their faces. Probably they were all cursing this damn dude in their hearts.

The young man lowered his head helplessly. This young master of his own is really the same.

Lu Mingfei didn't care about this. He just looked at the sugar-maker's tools. After a long time, he looked up at the earth-colored vendor.

"Brother, what are these guys? Lend me your help."

"What, don't you have enough money?"

Seeing that the nobleman still wanted to pay, the hawker waved his hands again and again as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"That's enough! That's enough!"

This is true, the silver ingot that the young marquis gave him before was more than enough to cover his stall.

"Okay, then I'm welcome."

Lu Mingfei rolled up his sleeves enthusiastically.

The hawker's eyelids were twitching. He had never seen the nobleman's clothes before. How many copper coins were needed to cover a foot? If it got a little syrupy, he probably wouldn't be able to pay for it even if he sold himself.

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario did not happen.

The hawker watched the nobleman drawing candy figures with fear, and he became suspicious as he watched. Could it be that this nobleman had nothing to do on weekdays and just painted candy figures for fun?

Otherwise, how could he be so dexterous and handy?

It is said that the noble man is indeed a noble man, but such a vulgar and trivial matter as painting a candy figure is so pleasing to the eye when it comes into his hands.

The vendor looked at it and was actually fascinated. A smart girl's face was gradually taking shape under the hands of the young marquis. Her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and cherry lips were so vivid that they seemed to be alive.

He had never thought that the craft he relied on for a living could be so miraculous.

Finished painting, stop writing.

Lu Mingfei admired the girl's face and nodded with satisfaction.

But he saw the hawker standing beside him bowing his head to the ground, saying something green and awkward like the most knowledgeable person he had ever seen in his life.

"Thank you, Master, for your teaching."

Lu Mingfei's subconsciously frowned eyebrows then unfolded. After he figured out the joints, he shook his head and laughed.

"How much you can learn is up to you. It has nothing to do with me. You..."

Before he finished speaking, someone said something cold.

"Hey, isn't this a silly boy from the Weiwuhou family?"

The young man's face turned red and his eyes widened. As the saying goes, if a master humiliates his servant, he will die. Anyone who disrespects his young master will have his life taken.

Lu Mingfei held him down and said to retreat.

He has a slender face, and his handsome and delicate eyebrows show a bit of evil. He grew up in a family like the Marquis of Weiwu. He hangs out with people in the army when he urinates, but he must not be deceived by the reputation of the young Marquis. , As early as when he was ten years old, Lu Mingfei had seen blood.

Taking a quick look, I don't know when a circle of people had gathered in front of the stall. The leader was also a handsome nobleman. His appearance was not any weaker than that of the young marquis Lu Mingfei. He was shaking his head and paying tribute from the Western Regions. The jade pendant flickered.

Lu Mingfei was about to speak, but he remembered the instructions of the adults at home and stopped.

"Pack it, let's go."

He pointed at the candy man painting.

The rules of the Weiwu Hou family are very strict. The last time Lu Mingfei had a conflict with someone, he got fifty military sticks when he went back. He had to lie down for two months before getting out of bed. Now his skin and flesh are just right. Although the kid in front of him is annoying, but It's not worth getting a beating with a military stick for him.

"Wait a minute."

The noble master closed the folding fan and placed it in front of the young man.

"Let me have a look, my young master. If our young master's craftsmanship is good, I will give you a big reward!"

A group of people burst out laughing.

The boy's fists clenched loudly.

Lu Mingfei pressed his shoulder.

"Calm down and meditate."

The boy lowered his head.

"yes!"

Marquis Weiwu was awarded a title for his military merits, and the rules in his family were copied. Lu Mingfei and his servants were masters and servants, and they were also like generals.

"Yes, yes."

The noble prince chuckled.

I clapped my hands with the folding fan.

"How do you say that? Take a step back and the sky will be brighter."

He shook his head and looked at the candy painting.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he burst into laughter as if he had seen something extremely interesting.

He also did not forget to greet others.

"Quick, quick, quick! Come and see, come and see!"

"Our little Marquis is still a seed of infatuation!"

"It's just that it's not good for you, old man, to like whoever you like."

The noble prince was laughing so hard that he was out of breath. He held on to someone else and gasped.

"I just like a...mute."

Lu Mingfei paused, turned around, and glanced coldly.

"it's so funny!"

"It's so funny!"

The noble prince and his friends burst into laughter.

Pedestrians looked sideways.

This moment.

The sideways glance turned into an exclamation.

A boot struck the noble man in the face with thunderous force.

His smile was still on his face, mixed with a look of pain. A few white jade-like teeth spurted out along with blood, and he hit the ground with his head. His big clothes were covered with dirt.

Pedestrians were stunned.

There was a fight in the street, and the person fighting was the legitimate son of the current prince!

They were going crazy.

When your friends saw that something was wrong, some of them ran away, some threatened them, and some rolled up their sleeves in preparation.

Lu Mingfei lifted his hair.

When there was no time for a cup of tea, the handsome young man who was originally graceful turned out to be as embarrassed as a dead dog.

Lu Mingfei was holding his hair, and he was grinning in pain. He wanted to resist but had no strength at all.

Lu Mingfei calmly looked at the people around him.

"Whoever dares to come here, I will kill him."

A chill went straight to his forehead.

They could see that what the young marquis said was not a joke.

He really thought so.

At this time, everyone was on guard and did not dare to step forward easily.

Lu Mingfei's servant only felt relieved. He had to use all his strength to control himself not to laugh out loud.

As for Lu Mingfei, after he said those words before, he never looked at anyone again.

He held the noble master's hair and lifted the man in front of him, so that they faced each other.

Lu Mingfei looked at him with a bruised nose and swollen face, and suddenly smiled.

He patted this man's face time and time again.

Each stroke is heavier than the last.

Crisp slaps echoed in the streets.

The soldiers who came in a hurry stood still from a distance.

The leader turned his head away.

"Brothers, please wait until Mr. Hou's anger subsides before you go."

"okay."

He couldn't help but grin when he heard the slaps.

As he listened, he remembered the days when he followed the Marquis on the battlefield. It had been so many years in a flash.

Tsk, the temper of the young Marquis is exactly the same as that of the old Marquis Weiwu.

He grinned silently.

Just listen to Lu Mingfei's calm words.

"You've just……"

"What did you call her?"

Another shot.

"I didn't hear that clearly."

"Come on, say it again."

…………

"I heard that the young prince of the Weiwu Hou family beat the young master of the Jidu Hou family to death!"

"Why die? Seriously injured! That's a serious injury!"

"Why did I hear people say that the legitimate son of the Jidu Hou family knelt in front of the prince's palace all night?"

Lu Mingfei returned home. When the servants saw him, they lowered their heads and hurried away as if avoiding the god of plague.

The attendant muttered some words, saying things like being disrespectful and having no rules.

Lu Mingfei took off his cloak and threw it to the boy. He hurriedly caught it. When he looked up again, Lu Mingfei, who was dressed in a smart and powerful outfit, was already far away.

After passing through the triple doors and reaching the lobby, Lu Mingfei took a quick look and saw his father, the Marquis, sitting high above him.

He was holding a book, which was a military book that he could not finish even after twenty-seven years of reading.

"came back?"

"Um."

Marquis Weiwu turned the pages of the book and said.

"Kneel down."

In Lu Mingfei's eyes, his father's eyes were still on the book, without even looking at him.

"Um?"

For a long time, Lu Mingfei still stood there, and then Marquis Wei Wu glanced at him.

He frowned.

"Do you know it's wrong?"

"I protect the people I'm supposed to protect. What's wrong with that?"

Lu Mingfei was neither humble nor arrogant. If outsiders saw this scene, I don't know how many jaws would drop.

Looking at the world, except for His Majesty, who can talk to the mighty prince like this is probably no more than a palm of his hand.

Marquis Weiwu waved his hand, and several soldiers rushed out. They restrained Lu Mingfei in silence and watched as the military stick was raised high and then dropped heavily.

After ten sticks.

"You are wrong."

"Nothing wrong."

Thirty sticks later.

"Are you wrong?"

"Nothing wrong."

After eighty sticks.

Marquis Mighty turned his eyes away for the second time and glanced at him.

"Are you wrong?"

Lu Mingfei threw the ball high, and as soon as he opened his mouth, blood and foam flew out uncontrollably.

But he said it anyway.

"Nothing wrong."

Marquis Weiwu stared at him deeply.

Staring at this son who has inherited his bloodline.

He waved again.

Several soldiers took Lu Mingfei down.

Not long after, a person knelt in front of the hall.

"Your Majesty, Duke Jidu Zhou Yao has entered the palace on the Emperor's Day."

"Um."

Marquis Weiwu responded lightly.

The man in front of the hall hesitated for a moment.

"My Lord, the young Marquis is really..."

The teacup knocked on the table neither lightly nor heavily.

"I'm not dead yet."

Marquis Weiwu picked up the book of war again.

"No matter what, I can fight, but no one else can."

The man lowered his head deeply.

"yes!"

Lu Mingfei lay on the bed, staring at the rain outside the window boredly.

As he was recovering from his injuries, he had no idea what kind of turmoil his slaps had caused in the capital.

The two military factions headed by Marquis Weiwu and Marquis Jidu beat people's brains into dog brains.

The civil servants were happy to sit back and watch, wishing they could wave the flag and shout for them to fight more fiercely.

The old-fashioned emperor sat on the nine-story platform and watched with cold eyes. He had single-handedly brought the great Zhou Dynasty out of the quagmire that was about to collapse. He was already well versed in the emperor's art of balance. The upstart Mighty Marquis line wanted to ascend to the throne, and representatives of Jiduhou Sooner or later, there will be conflicts between the old ministers.

But the origin of this conflict is interesting.

The sons of two powerful marquises fought over a mute girl in the street.

It's also interestingly tight.

These whirlpools of power have nothing to do with Lu Mingfei.

He still thought about the candy man that day.

It's her birthday in a few days, and the candy man is gone, what should she give her?

The little Marquis lay on the bed, staring blankly at the rain curtain, with his mouth open. For a moment, he seemed to have forgotten the pain in his butt.

Until he saw a red shadow falling down the wall.

Lu Mingfei blinked.

that is……

No way!

In his widened eyes, he saw a confused little head emerging from the grass, looking left and right vigilantly, with grass clippings and leaves still on its head.

Soon, the two eyes collided.

The girl was stunned, and immediately smiled and narrowed her eyes.

Lu Mingfei slammed the window shut.

I hurriedly put on my pants.

He ignored the friction between the cloth and the injured area.

After a long time, he and the girl sat under the eaves, watching the rain quietly. Occasionally they looked at each other and laughed softly. The warm atmosphere was filled with warmth, and the girl was writing with a white charcoal pen in her hand.

"I heard you were injured?"

Lu Mingfei smiled appropriately. ,

"Nothing."