Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

until that day.

"stop!"

"If you have the ability, stop for me!"

"Aren't you good at fighting!"

"stop!"

Lu Mingfei made a grimace behind him, and laughed, but the smile was too big, it pulled the wound, and grinned again.

"These guys are really ruthless."

Turning a corner ahead, several brocade-clothed young men flashed out, copying wooden sticks one by one, staring at Lu Mingfei with malicious intent.

"Tsk!"

Lu Mingfei kicked the dust, captivated the eyes of the group opposite, turned around and ran away.

"Ah, my eyes!"

"asshole!"

"Stop for me!"

There was a burst of angry hopping and shouting from behind.

Lu Mingfei ran happier.

Occasionally, this happens. As the son of the mighty Hou family, Lu Mingfei’s biggest pastime is to fight with the rich and powerful children who are also dandy. First of all, sometimes the other party yells too much, and Lu Mingfei can only run away with oil on the soles of his feet.

This is the case today.

It's just that he often walks by the river, so there's no way he doesn't get his shoes wet. There are too many people coming back this time, and he always feels that there is a high probability that he will get his shoes wet.

Lu Mingfei would definitely not run in the direction of the mighty Marquis Mansion. The juniors play on their own, and how they fight and make trouble is their own business. If adults are involved in this, it will be outrageous.

He can't afford to lose this man.

In the past, he used to find a random direction and run non-stop.

Today, for some reason, the more Lu Mingfei ran, the more he felt the surroundings looked familiar. When he reached the window of that building, Lu Mingfei was stunned.

Outside the palace.

How did he get here.

The people behind are chasing the moon closer.

Before Lu Mingfei had time to think about it, he jumped up and rubbed against the wall twice, clung to the top wall, exerted strength with his arms, and turned over lightly.

Blue sky, white clouds, Lu Mingfei let out 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 a swing met his eyes .

At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world stopped time.

This is the first time Lu Mingfei and Erika met.

They met in such a situation.

No matter how much time has passed, thinking of Erika's stunned look at that time, she fell off the swing and hit herself.

Lu Mingfei couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth.

This feeling, what should I say?

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

…………

The red candle engraved with Double Happiness was dimly lit.

Lu Mingfei raised his red hijab.

Under the red hijab is the shy face of a young girl. ,

She raised her head slowly, blinking her eyelashes non-stop, met Lu Mingfei's gaze, subconsciously dodged it, and as if mustering up her courage again, she and Lu Mingfei looked at each other.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Erika opened her mouth, as if she wanted to speak, but she finally closed her mouth with a gloomy look on her face.

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

he said.

"Miss."

Is it the candles, or the clothes of the newlyweds with red window paper and red bedding tonight?

It made the girl's face blush.

Neither of the two sentences the girl said was wrong.

Tonight's Erika is the happiest woman in the world.

and also.

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

Yu Cong's little hand was writing in Lu Mingfei's palm.

This is Erika.

she called out.

"Husband."

Lu Mingfei gently embraced her in his arms.

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

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

The candle was blown out.

Silent all night.

Life after marriage is better than they thought.

Lu Mingfei even thought about quitting his job in the Beijing camp altogether, and stayed at home with Eriyi all the time.

Erika stopped him.

"My husband is a real man, you can't do that."

With plain hands and bright wrists, she writes on the snow-white rice paper, and the turning point of the pen is full of the tenderness and tenderness of a girl.

Lu Mingfei hugged her behind him.

Resting her head on Erika's shoulder.

Every word uttered turned into a warm wind, blowing Erika's cheeks red.

"My lady's handwriting is really beautiful."

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

"Husband, it's still daytime."

"What about the daytime?"

Lu Mingfei laughed.

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

Eliyi held down Lu Mingfei's hand and added some strength.

She wrote in a little panic.

"Husband, it's okay, let's practice calligraphy today."

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

Suddenly he smiled.

"Take back what you said earlier for my husband."

"wrong."

"The lady's handwriting is beautiful, but there is something more touching than it."

Erika was acting silly.

"What is that?"

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

"Far in the sky, right in front of you."

Lu Mingfei chanted.

Speaking of which, Eriyi just didn't realize it before, when it comes to Bingxue's smartness, she will never lose to any woman in this world.

Her husband's words have come to this point, why can't she understand the meaning behind it.

Erika bowed her head shyly, her fair neck was so pretty.

She heard Lu Mingfei continue talking.

"A lady's demeanor, a lady's face, a lady's frown and smile."

"Everything about the lady."

"They're all so pretty."

"That's why, it's better than the lady's characters."

"It's the lady's man."

Erika writes on paper.

"My husband is getting more and more glib."

"I'll only tell the lady alone, can't I?"

"it is good."

Just as everyone's success has different meanings.

The life that everyone wants to pursue is also different.

They all said that the champion in the capital had exhausted his fighting spirit in the gentle village and had no ambitions anymore. He was like an old man at sunset. He was either studying new dishes or calligraphy Danqing all day long.

When I talked about it with a smile, I thought back to the time when the champion Hou returned to Beijing, the scenery was empty for thousands of people. People only said that another mighty Marquis was about to rise, and even the emperor moved his mind, using the champion marquis to control the mighty Marquis, the emperor's mind is the best Playing with the balance, one goes up and down the other, so it is not obvious that one family dominates.

But Champion Hou, who had placed high hopes on him, never imagined that such an idiot, a mere woman, would stop him from moving forward.

Some people regret it, some laugh at it, they all say that the word "Champion Hou" was originally appropriate, but now it seems that it was a mistake back then, this self-proclaimed Lord Lu Mingze, how can he be worthy of being the champion of the three armies Such a good name, if you want them to say it, it should be Yan Zhihou.

Where in the world is there an impenetrable wall?
Slowly, these news finally reached Lu Mingfei's ears.

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

"How can this group of nobles who only nest in the temple and point out the country know what kind of rouge...what rouge..."

He hesitated to speak, and then stopped, the following complete three characters of Yan Zhihou were really hard to say.

The man slammed the table hard and snorted.

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

"Eat food, drink, what are you doing with those people."

Friends are not worth it for Lu Mingfei. They have seen the heroic posture of the champion Hou in front of the battle, with a majestic and mighty momentum. Anyone who has seen this scene has left an indelible impression in their minds. Even the barbarians So is the enemy.

I heard that in the grasslands outside the Great Zhou Dynasty, every household enshrined a statue of a general with a white horse. They called him the God of War in their own language, and believed that as long as they offered tribute to the God of War, they would be blessed by him. Possesses the supernatural power to pull ten oxen, and is invincible.

And the prototype of this Valkyrie is Lu Mingfei.

For a general, it may not be a big deal to be respected by his own people, but to be respected by the enemy is the highest honor.

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

Then what are they worth?
Lu Mingfei didn't care.

He never put fame and the like in his eyes.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been hanging out in the capital for so long with the name of a dandy.

Lu Mingfei clearly knows what he wants, and he has already got it. Every day now, he feels satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

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

He can care less about his reputation.

But I can't help but care about Erika's reputation.

What is an ominous person, and what is a beauty.

Ah.

Lu Mingfei absolutely cannot allow it.

He was playing with the white jade glazed cup, raised his head suddenly, and drank the amber wine in the cup.

After drinking from a cup, it is fine to hold a glazed cup, which has turned into powder and flowed down like sand between fingers.

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

The combat boots went out, step by step, clanging on the ground.

Suddenly Lu Mingfei paused.

He turned his head and saw a red figure standing there.

Lu Mingfei looked at Shanghui Liyi with worried eyes.

He lifted his visor and smiled softly.

"You stay at home, I will come when I go."

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

She nodded.

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

Erika wrote with her fingers.

"Military, please take care."

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Will do."

The white horse neighed, and Lu Mingfei entered the capital camp.

The Beijing camp was originally used to defend the capital, and it should not be mobilized easily if it is urgent.

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

"I remember that Zhou Sheng back then is now working in Wucheng Bingma Division."

Lu Mingfei, who was seated at the top, said so.

"Exactly."

The torch shone on his bronze visor, flickering on and off, like a demon.

Lu Mingfei threw down an iron card.

"Hold my token."

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

On this day, Wucheng Bingma Si, who never offends anyone and only knows how to be friendly, suddenly made a move.

Dazhou has a late-night curfew rule, but there is Yanliu Alley, which is open late at night. If this prohibition is really to be enforced, as long as the soldiers of Wucheng Bingma Division come here and arrest people casually, no one will be innocent .

But who has the guts?
Those who have the confidence to ignore the curfew are ordinary people. They are all the children of the rich and powerful, or they are the rich and powerful themselves. Things like rules have always been used by the superiors to manage the inferiors. If the ordinary people can’t do it They can't do the same things, so what's the use of this black gauze hat?

But people are always easy to forget that there are superiors above the superiors, except for the supreme one in the Ming Palace.

When the salary of the official servant's family was held up by the soldiers of Wucheng Bingmasi, he thought he was drunk and didn't wake up. After all, how could such a thing be possible? The soldiers of the company dare to catch themselves!
So at first the young man was still very calm.

Until the soldiers dragged him back.

With the evening wind blowing like this and the rough soldiers, he immediately sobered up.

Finally, the son realized that this was not a dream.

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

"Open your dog eyes and see!"

"who I am!"

"Even dare to catch me!"

"Don't die, do you!"

"Who are you adults! Tell him to roll over!"

"Those who are sensible quickly let me go."

"Or else I..."

A scabbard was drawn on the man's face.

The outrageous clamor came to an abrupt end.

The soldiers said respectfully.

"Master Zhou."

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

"Thinking about the kind of person that the official Tianguan Zhao is, why did you give birth to a thing like you?"

The son on the ground covered his face and stared at Zhou Sheng in disbelief, his eyes full of resentment.

"you you!"

It never occurred to him that Zhou Sheng, who usually didn't dare to speak loudly when he saw him, and carefully smiled, would dare to treat him like this today.

Does he want to die!

Probably seeing this person's confusion and shock, Zhou Sheng grinned and said with a half-smile.

"Young Master Zhao, you violated the curfew, why don't you come with me to the Bingma Division?"

"you dare!"

He scolded.

"Your surname Zhou, if you dare to touch this young master, I'll call you..."

"Oh."

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

The cloud pattern on the card, and the word "Champion" in the cloud pattern, were as hot as a soldering iron, making 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 comfort, perhaps only Zhou Sheng knows.

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

"General."

crazy!crazy!It's crazy!

The capital is like a frying pan.

The people on this page are like crazy.

The children of the rich and powerful were arrested by them.

Although all the regulations are expressly used, everyone knows that these regulations do not apply to the children of nobles at all.

Violating the curfew or something, it's nothing more than deceiving ordinary people, they won't believe it.

Moreover, if people were arrested according to the curfew, why would they only be arrested who had secretly laughed at Mrs. Hou, the champion.

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

It was the one who made the move.

A pair of eyes turned towards the direction of the champion Hou's mansion.

I thought this guy had exhausted his fighting spirit in the gentle village and just wanted to be an idle marquis, but he didn't expect to see such thunderous tricks now.