Chapter 390 The Gentle Village Is the Tomb of Heroes

Until that day.

"stop!"

"Stop if you can!"

"Aren't you very good at fighting?"

"stop!"

Lu Mingfei made a face behind him and laughed loudly, but the smile was too big, causing the wound to be pulled, and he was grinning.

"These guys are really ruthless."

Turning a corner in front, several young men in golden clothes appeared, each holding a wooden stick and staring at Lu Mingfei with malicious intent.

"Tsk!"

Lu Mingfei kicked up the dust, captivated the eyes of the people on the opposite side, turned around and ran away.

"Ah, my eyes!"

"asshole!"

"Stop!"

There was a burst of angry jumping and yelling from behind.

Lu Mingfei ran happier.

This happens occasionally. As the legitimate son of the mighty Marquis family, Lu Mingfei's biggest pastime on weekdays is to fight with the rich and powerful sons who are also dandies. Although he has practiced martial arts since he was a child, as the old saying goes, he can't defeat anyone with just two fists. First of all, sometimes the other party yells too much, and Lu Mingfei has no choice but to grease his feet and run away quickly.

Such is the case today.

Just walking by the river often, there is no way his shoes won't get wet. There were too many people coming back here, and he always felt that there was a high probability that his shoes would get wet.

Lu Mingfei will definitely not run in the direction of Weiwu Hou Mansion. The juniors are playing by themselves, and it is their own business to fight and make trouble. It would be outrageous if adults were involved.

He couldn't afford to lose this man.

In the past, he would just find a random direction and run around without stopping.

For some reason today, the more Lu Mingfei ran, the more familiar the surroundings looked. Until he reached the window of the building, Lu Mingfei was stunned.

The outer palace.

How did he get here?

The people behind are chasing the moon closer and closer.

Lu Mingfei didn't have time to think too much. He jumped up and rubbed against the wall twice. He climbed onto the top of the wall and with one movement of his arms, he easily turned over.

Blue sky, white clouds, Lu Mingfei took a long breath, the scenery in his eyes gradually shifted, from the sky to the small building, and then down, the girl in red who was swinging high on the swing met his eyes. .

At that moment, it was as if all the time in the world had stopped.

This is the first meeting between Lu Mingfei and Eli Yi.

They met under such circumstances.

No matter how much time has passed, I still think of Eriki being stunned and stunned, falling off the swing and hitting herself.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

How should I describe this feeling?

It was as if the two of them had been lost in this world for a long time. Even before that, they had forgotten each other's names and appearances. Finally on this day, the two people who had been separated for so many years reunited, so their hearts were missing from the beginning. That piece was completed.

…………

The red candle engraved with Double Happiness glowed dimly.

Lu Mingfei raised his red hijab.

Under the red hijab is a girl's shy face. ,

She slowly raised her head, blinking her eyelashes, and when she met Lu Mingfei's gaze, she subconsciously avoided it. Then, as if she mustered up the courage, she looked at Lu Mingfei.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Eriki opened her mouth, as if she wanted to speak, but finally closed her mouth, with a hint of sadness in her expression.

Lu Mingfei took her hand and wrote on the girl's palm.

he said.

"Lady."

Is it a candle, or is it the bright red window paper tonight, the bright red bedding, and the clothes of the newlyweds.

It made the girl's face turn red.

The two sentences the girl said were not wrong.

Tonight, Eri Yi is the happiest woman in the world.

besides.

Tonight's Eri Yi is also the most beautiful woman in the world.

Jade green little hands were writing on Lu Mingfei's palm.

This is Eri clothes.

She called out.

"Husband."

Lu Mingfei gently held her in his arms.

"Madam, it's getting late, we should go to bed."

Eliyi buried her head in Lu Mingfei's chest, too embarrassed to speak.

The candle was blown out.

A night of silence.

Life after marriage is better than they thought.

Lu Mingfei even thought about quitting his job in the Beijing camp and staying at home with Eli Yi.

Eriki stopped him.

"My husband is a man, so you can't do this."

With her bare hands and bright wrists, she writes on the snow-white rice paper, and the turns of her pen are filled with the tenderness and tenderness of a girl.

Lu Mingfei hugged her behind him.

Resting your head on Erashi's shoulder.

Every word she spoke turned into warm wind, blowing Eri's cheeks red.

"The lady's calligraphy is so beautiful."

Huiliyi held Lu Mingfei's hand, lowered her head, and wrote with a red face.

"Husband, it's still daytime."

"So what during the day?"

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"Don't forget, you are my wife."

Huiliyi held Lu Mingfei's hand and put a little more strength on it.

She wrote slightly panicked.

"Husband, as promised, we will practice calligraphy today."

Lu Mingfei looked at the words and then at his wife.

Suddenly he smiled.

"Husband, I take back what I said before."

"wrong."

"Although the lady's words are beautiful, there is something even more touching."

Eri Yi is silly.

"What is that?"

Lu Mingfei looked at her, at his wife's eyebrows, nose bridge, lip line, and clear eyes.

"Far away, yet so close."

Lu Mingfei chanted.

Speaking of which, Eli Yi just didn't react before. When it comes to Bingxue's intelligence, she will not lose to any woman in the world.

Her husband's words had come to this point, but she still couldn't understand the meaning behind them.

Erika lowered her head shyly, her fair neck looked so pretty.

She heard Lu Mingfei continue talking.

"The lady's grace, the lady's face, the lady's smile."

"Everything that belongs to the lady."

"They're all so beautiful."

"So, it's better than a lady's calligraphy."

"He is the lady's man."

Eriyi writes on the paper.

"My husband is becoming more and more glib."

"Isn't it okay if I only tell the story to my wife?"

"good."

Just as everyone's definition of success has a different meaning.

The life that everyone wants to pursue also looks different.

They all said that the champion in the capital had lost all his fighting spirit in the gentle village and no longer had any ambition. He was like an old man in the sunset, spending his days either studying new dishes or studying calligraphy and painting.

I talked about it with a smile, remembering that when the champion returned to Beijing, there was so much glory and so much glory. People only said that another mighty prince was about to rise. Even the emperor had his mind set on using the champion to control the mighty prince. Emperors are the best at thinking. Playing with balance, one thing decreases and the other increases, and it is impossible to see that one family is the only one.

But the champion, who had high hopes, never imagined that he would be such a loser. A mere woman would stop him from moving forward.

Some people feel pity and some people laugh at them. They all say that the title "champion hou" was originally appropriate, but now it seems that it was misguided. This man who calls himself Lu Mingze is not worthy of being the champion of the three armies. With such a good reputation, if they were to say it, it should be more like Marquis Rouge.

Where in the world is there a wall that is airtight?

Slowly, the news finally reached Lu Mingfei's ears.

His personal soldiers, subordinates on the battlefield, and a few close friends were all displeased by Lu Mingfei's reputation.

"How could this group of nobles who only sit in temples and point out the country know that our princes were fighting on the battlefield, and they were talking about rouge... what rouge..."

He hesitated to speak, he hesitated to speak again, but he couldn't say the three complete words Rouge Hou.

The man slammed the table and snorted.

Lu Mingfei, who was sitting in the main seat, smiled softly.

"Eat food, drink wine, whatever those people do."

Friends are not worthy of Lu Mingfei. They have seen with their own eyes the heroic appearance of the champion Hou in front of the battle formation. He is majestic and majestic. Everyone who has seen this scene has left an indelible impression in their minds. Even the barbarians So are the enemies.

I heard that in the grasslands outside the Great Zhou Dynasty, every household enshrines a statue of a white-horse general. They call it the God of War in their own language. They believe that as long as they pay tribute to the God of War, they will receive his blessing. From then on He has the power to hold ten cows and is invincible.

The prototype of this God of War is Lu Mingfei.

For a general, getting the respect of his own people may not be a big deal, but getting the respect of his enemies is the highest honor.

The most ridiculous thing is that such a general was nicknamed Rouge Marquis by the so-called nobles who only knew how to sit in the temple and talk about state affairs.

So what do they think about themselves?

Lu Mingfei didn't care.

He never thought about fame or anything like that.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been hanging around in the capital for so long with the reputation of a playboy.

Lu Mingfei clearly knew what he wanted, and he had gotten it. Every day now, he felt satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

However, when someone mentioned how the capital arranged his family's pear clothes, Lu Mingfei's leisurely expression suddenly turned cold.

He doesn't care about his reputation.

But one cannot care less about Eri's reputation.

What is an ominous person, what is a beautiful woman bringing disaster?

Ah.

Lu Mingfei absolutely cannot allow it.

He played with the white jade glass cup, raised his head suddenly, and drank the amber wine in one gulp.

After drinking a cup, I held a glass cup in my hand. It had turned into powder and flowed down like sand between my fingers.

Lu Mingfei took out the bronze mask, stared at it, and slowly put it on.

The combat boots walked outward, step by step, making a clanging sound on the ground.

Suddenly Lu Mingfei stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and saw a red figure standing there.

Lu Mingfei met Shang Huiliyi's worried gaze.

He lifted his visor and smiled softly.

"You stay at home, I'll come as soon as I can."

Hui Liyi walked up to him and carefully arranged Lu Mingfei's armor.

She nodded.

He actually took the initiative to hold Lu Mingfei's hand.

Eriyi wrote with her fingers.

"Please take this seriously, military."

"Um."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Will do."

The white horse neighs, and Lu Mingfei enters the capital camp.

The capital camp was originally used to defend the capital, and could not be easily mobilized unless it was urgent.

Although Lu Mingfei was angry, he was not to the point of rebellion.

"I remember, Zhou Sheng must be working in the Wucheng Military and Horse Department now."

Lu Mingfei, who was sitting in the first place, said this.

"Exactly."

The torch illuminated his bronze faceplate, flickering brightly and dimly, like an evil ghost.

Lu Mingfei threw down an iron plate.

"Hold my token."

"Just say that the champion is looking for him."

On this day, the Wucheng Bingma Division, which had never offended anyone and only knew how to be friendly, suddenly took action.

There is a late-night curfew in Dazhou, but Yanliu Lane is open late at night. If this ban is really enforced, as long as the soldiers of the Wucheng Bingma Division come around here and arrest people at will, no one will be innocent. .

But who has the courage?

Those who have the confidence to ignore this curfew are ordinary people. They are all the children of the powerful, or simply the powerful themselves. Things like rules have always been something that the superiors use to manage the inferiors. If the common people cannot do it They can't do anything, so what's the use of this black gauze hat?

But people always tend to forget that there is a superior above the superior, except for the supreme one in the Ming Palace.

When the salary of the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel was blocked by the soldiers of the Wucheng Army and Horses Division, he thought he was drunk and did not wake up. After all, how could such a thing be possible? Who was he? What was his identity? Soldiers and horses Si's soldiers dared to arrest him!

So the young man was still very calm at first.

Until the soldiers dragged him back.

With the night wind blowing like this and the rough soldiers, he immediately woke up from the wine.

Finally the young master realized that this was not a dream.

After the unspeakable absurdity, he began to struggle violently and shouted loudly.

"Open your dog eyes and take a look!"

"who I am!"

"Even I dare to catch you!"

"You don't want to die, don't you!"

"Who are you adults! Tell him to come here!"

"If you have any sense, please let me go immediately."

"Otherwise I..."

A scabbard hit the man in the face.

The arrogant clamor stopped abruptly.

The soldiers said respectfully.

"Master Zhou."

Zhou Sheng nodded and squinted at the young master who was lying on the ground like a dog and couldn't get up.

"I wonder how someone like Mr. Zhao, the Heavenly Official of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, could have given birth to a thing like you."

The young master on the ground covered his face and stared at Zhou Sheng in disbelief, his eyes full of hatred.

"you you!"

He never expected that Zhou Sheng, who usually didn't dare to speak louder when he saw him and kept a smile on his face, would dare to treat him like this today.

Doesn't he want his life?

Probably seeing the man's confusion and shock, Zhou Sheng grinned and said with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Zhao, since you violated the curfew, you'd better go to the Military and Horse Division with me."

"you dare!"

he snapped.

"My surname is Zhou, if you dare to touch me, I will call you..."

"oh."

Zhou Sheng shook his hand, revealing an iron plate and waving it in front of Mr. Zhao's eyes.

The cloud pattern on the card, as well as the word "champion" in the cloud pattern, was as hot as a branding iron and made the young master's eyes hurt.

Zhou Sheng put away the iron plate, nodded and said indifferently.

"Bring back."

In this sentence, how much elation and how much relief there is, perhaps only Zhou Sheng himself knows.

He turned his head and looked outside the capital. A bronze mask seemed to appear in front of him, sitting on it like a god or a devil.

"General."

crazy! crazy! It's crazy!

The capital city felt like it was exploding.

The people in Bingma Division seem to be crazy on this page.

They arrested the sons of powerful people one by one.

Although the rules are clearly stated, everyone knows that these rules do not apply to the children of nobles at all.

Violating curfew or something like that, just deceiving ordinary people, they won't believe it.

Moreover, if people were really arrested according to the curfew, why were they arrested all the people who had secretly laughed at the Champion Madam Hou?

Which dignitary is not an old fox? After a little contact and looking at Zhou Sheng's background, everything will come to light.

It was the one who took action.

A pair of eyes were cast in the direction of the champion's palace.

I thought that this man had lost all his fighting spirit in the gentle village and just wanted to be an idle prince, but he didn't expect that he could see such thunderous methods now.