Madam, look at the sword!

Chapter 40 Not Human
For Zhao Chengfeng, his biggest thing now is to meet the little princess.

After all, who doesn’t want a doll sister?

Just looking at King Xian's evasive appearance, he was afraid that it would be too much to ask him to take him there, and he would really have to take a day to make a surprise attack and pay a direct visit.

As for the invitation, he made a decision immediately: "Mei Niang, just reply to the invitation and just write that you will all have a banquet at the same time. If I don't go anywhere, I won't go."

King Xian was shocked when he heard this, but after thinking about it, he realized that this reason was simple and direct, and at the same time it had a sense of simplicity and sincerity. It did not have any rhetoric, but it made it difficult for King Xian and King Cheng to say anything more.

In fact, what they did seemed to force the Third Prince who had just arrived in Kyoto to occupy the team. The Third Prince was not fooling around and there was no problem in choosing not to go. This was in line with the straightforward style of the Dangbei Frontier Army.

He was just thinking about it. Zhao Chengfeng woke up in Qimo Pavilion early in the morning. His stomach, which had not yet eaten a grain of rice, started to growl.
The little Taoist priest was very cooperative and his stomach growled.
The two looked at each other and smiled, and Zhao Chengfeng shouted awkwardly: "I'm hungry, let's eat~!"

……

"Ms. sir, I've been watching this all morning, just have a bite to eat."

In the Dongfang neighborhood, diagonally opposite the mansion of the third son of Prince Dangbei, there is a tofu shop called 'Lushui'.

Next to this shop, there are five tofu shops, two of which have the same idea as the name "Lushui", one is called "Tender" and the other is called "White Cream", each one is more ruthless than the other one, you can understand the main one. You are dirty.

They were very confident that the third prince of Dangbei Palace who was about to live across the street would understand.

However, early in the morning, the Ministry of Etiquette called for two to three hundred strong men, and an unknown number of large vehicles seemed to be demolishing the magnificent house that had been prepared for some time.
As soon as I inquired about it, the bad news came that the third son of Prince Dangbei no longer lives here!

Therefore, since the morning, several bosses have been standing in the house watching the Ministry of Etiquette move and got upset...
Later, a boss left the newly built store with a few girls, another boss also left the store with a dozen girls, and another boss pulled out about [-] girls and others in the shop. A dozen boys left the store together, and
The rough man saw this scene in his eyes. He knew for the first time that there were so many people in the nearby tofu shops, and he was the only one who was preparing to sell tofu seriously after a long time of commotion.
"Just take a bite."

The woman who had a deep affection for the rough man took a spoon and scooped out a spoonful of rice mixed with vegetable juice and handed it to his mouth.

The rough man pushed away and said in a very wrong mood: "I won't eat."

The woman pouted and muttered: "Isn't it just that I don't want to live here anymore? I'll find his new house and open another shop opposite him!"

The rough man was completely angry when he heard this, and asked with an eyebrow: "Where can I still have the money to open another shop?"

Women seem to have no idea about money: "Just go and earn it."

The rough man took a deep breath: "Do you know how this shop behind you came to be?"

"You earned it."

"How do I earn it?"

“At Yunche Pier”

The rough man was really angry and pointed his index finger at his face: "You also know that at Yunche Pier, I carried big bags at Yunche Pier for two and a half years before I bought this shop!"

"Do you know how I spent those two and a half years?"

"I'm forced to sing chants every day, and I'm forced to jump up and down on the city wall like a monkey!"

The woman fell silent. Anyway, she had done nothing since entering Kyoto. She was pampered. Seeing that her husband was really angry, she did not dare to say anything, so she had to pull the corner of his clothes and shake him.

The rough man looked at her and sighed: "I just got used to it. You don't understand anything."

The woman whispered back: "I don't understand, isn't it you?"

The rough man scratched his head when he heard this, feeling that his tone just now was harsh.
So he took the rice spoon with soup in the woman's hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

……

The little Taoist priest stuffed a mouthful of noodles into his mouth
Then he frowned unhappily, and before he could bite off the noodles, he muttered: "You still have the clear soup."

"Don't be pretentious, it's good to have a stutter."

Zhao Chengfeng answered, and then he buried his head and began to pull the noodles in the bowl. He ate every one of them and it was delicious.

The reason for the picture in front of me is:

There are no restaurants or restaurants in the Taiqinggui District of Yuanfang, because there is really no need for them. Everyone who lives here is a wealthy person. The most expensive, best and freshest ingredients in Kyoto are sent here, except for the imperial palace. Who doesn’t have a top-notch set at home? Food team?

The third son who just moved here has no team.
Not only was there none, there were no ingredients in the newly-cleaned stove in this house. If the etiquette department hadn’t hired someone to clean it up in the morning and had to take care of everyone’s meal, there wouldn’t even be any noodles. Fortunately, they had some leftover dough. Raw noodles.
So the Third Prince, whose stomach was growling with hunger, stretched out his hand and as quickly as possible, brought the noble King Xian and the noble Taoist priests of Lixian Sect to cook a large pot of clear soup noodles.

Except for the little Taoist priest, everyone else ate it with gusto.

Maybe it’s because we usually eat too much big fish, meat, delicacies from the mountains, and the sea. In the words of wealthy people, this is called scraping the intestines.
The little Taoist priest was not used to eating it. Maybe he only ate this kind of noodles on a daily basis, but after a long trip to the prince's house, he still ate these shabby noodles, which made him very dissatisfied.

So, after dealing with two bites, he put down his chopsticks.

With the sound of "Bliss, squeak, squeak" all around him, he looked at Zhao Chengfeng: "Third Prince, are you a nian master?"

The big pot in the kitchen was still steaming, and outside the door were all the figures of strong men moving. Several people at the table continued eating noodles as if they hadn't heard anything. Only King Xian raised his head, and then lowered it. He nodded and continued eating noodles.

Zhao Chengfeng glanced sideways at the little Taoist priest, and found that Master San had also stopped eating noodles and looked at him, so he said, "No, where did you hear that?"

The little Taoist priest was very direct and took out a rubbing of the thieves' assassination case file and unfolded it on the table.

Pointing to one of the passages, he said: "Suspicious: The daughter-in-law wanted to die together and used a secret technique to give the final blow, but she fell down in front of the prince for no reason."

Zhao Chengfeng: He took a mouthful of noodles and said, "Nonsense."

The little Taoist priest raised his eyebrows: "No, Your Majesty, my senior brother and I are from the Lixian Sect."

"Ok?"

"Li Xian Sect is the backbone of our Zhou Tian!"

Hearing this, King Xian interjected: "That's true" and then looked at Zhao Chengfeng.

However, Zhao Chengfeng had half a noodle hanging on his lips: "What then?" The little Taoist priest clasped his fists and faced the southeast direction of the room with great awe: "Then, if you are a mind master, of course you will join our Lixian Sect. Become Taizu’s disciple~!”

Sanzhenren nodded heavily and agreed: "Yes!"

Zhao Chengfeng blinked and looked at Bai Zhi, who had been eating noodles and had no seat yet, standing next to the steaming cauldron: "Here."

After hearing this, Bai Zhi had no choice but to stand next to Zhao Chengfeng with a bowl of noodles.

Zhao Chengfeng stretched out his finger and pointed at the line of words pointed out by the little Taoist priest just now: "Giving a girl who wants to die together, use the secret technique to give the final blow."

Sanzhenren said seriously: "This is a doubt reached by Shuntian Mansion and Dali Temple based on the actual situation of many people present at the time."

Zhao Chengfeng nodded and said, "Yes, I know."

Little Taoist: "So?"

Zhao Chengfeng: "I mean the word 'present daughter' in this sentence." As he said that, he pointed at Bai Zhi beside him with the hand holding the chopsticks: "That's her."

Sanzhenren: "Huh?"

Little Taoist priest: "Ah~~~~~!"

"Baizhi, tell me."

Zhao Chengfeng took the chopsticks and continued to eat the noodles. While eating, he looked at Bai Zhi on the left and Sanzhenren and the little Taoist priest on the right. He looked like he was watching the fun and didn't think it was a big deal.
……

The rough man finished his lunch, but did not clear away the dishes as usual.

Because the third prince of Prince Dangbei simply did not live here, he and his wife were forced to a desperate end.
This shop is worthless.
There is not much left at home.
The key is that there is no hope of killing the third prince here.
And if he can't kill the third prince anymore, he will have to go to Yunche Pier to sing chants and jump up and down on the city wall to carry big bags in order to make a living.

He doesn’t want to sing and dance, he hates singing and dancing.

Therefore, after finishing lunch and seeing a carriage coming from the opposite side with an obviously different status, he took his wife and prepared to follow the carriage.

Luckily for them, the carriage didn't stay too long.

So soon, they followed the carriage from Dongfang to Yuanfang.

After looking at the people from the Ministry of Rites and asking around, they found that they had easily found the new address of the third prince of Dangbei Palace.

So, at this moment, the rough man and the woman saw hope in each other's eyes.

They immediately chose to lie down on the high wall opposite the prince's new residence.

"The money in our pocket should be enough for us to eat for five or six days."

"Although the shop is worthless, if we transfer it out, no matter how bad the losses are, it should be enough to sustain us for a longer period of time. I'm afraid we won't be able to transfer it out."

"I have thought about it, we will wait here. As soon as he goes out, we will follow him. If there is a chance to be alone, we will take action."

The woman nodded solemnly after hearing this: "As long as there are no high-level experts around him, there should be no problem with our strength."

While they were talking, something suddenly changed in front of the gate not far away where people were still coming and going.

All the people seemed to have seen the high-status people and stepped aside. Even the official from the Ministry of Rites in the carriage that followed them lowered their heads slightly.

So the couple finally saw the group of four people in front of the door after spending half the night yesterday morning without seeing the third prince's face, and this morning after wasting two and a half years of hard work because the third prince moved the shop.

Taoist priests and young men and women, among whom the male is their target, the third prince of Prince Dangbei.

The rough man immediately took out the painting he had paid for this morning and checked it twice. He felt that it looked like [-]% of the painting. The Kyoto painting was honest and sincere!
The woman was a bit reckless. She asked with bright eyes: "Can you do it? Although there are many people, it seems..."

The rough man immediately shook his head: "No."

The woman was confused: "I feel the aura they exude"

"The person wearing the Taoist robe is from the Lixian Sect."

The woman believed her feelings: "What happened to Li Xian Zong? Can Li Xian Zong not be killed?"

The rough man said very solemnly: "People from Lixian Sect are the best at killing people."

The woman looked at him doubtfully: "But we are not human."

The rough man raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and was suddenly alerted to a very serious problem.

It's true that he doesn't like singing and dancing, but he seems to like living in Kyoto a little bit.

Perception is that the strength of the four people in front of me is indeed worthy of a fight.

So what are you afraid of?
Are you afraid that you can no longer be a human being?

Realizing his problem, and just when he was about to make up his mind, another carriage came in front of the spacious and imposing gate.

A dark man and a plump woman came down.

The man was carrying a knife, which was very long and wide.

The woman holds an embroidery needle, but does not embroider the embroidery in her hand.

The moment he saw this scene, the rough man immediately pulled his wife off the high wall and fell into the bushes of an unknown wealthy family.

The woman looked horrified and said nothing, but she lost her previous arrogance.

The rough man swallowed a mouthful of spit. He was covered in cold sweat and felt that compared with facing a swarthy swordsman and a fat woman, he felt that
He used to hate those two and a half years, but now he looks back on it and it's wonderful.
It's not impossible to sing and dance.
(End of this chapter)