"Thank you for your leniency, sir. This will help us to live up to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"This 'Ode to the Great Peng' is an article that the current sage loved very much when he was young. Your Highness the Crown Prince has a kind and filial heart. After searching for a while, he found out that the 'Ode to the Great Peng' was among you, so he sent me here to bother you."

The young man in black was extremely polite and courteous.

Talking and laughing happily.

You can't tell that his hands are covered in blood.

The old man opposite him had gray hair, but he also had an elegant demeanor. He said, "Commander Zhou, you are too polite."

"The saints of today are benevolent and virtuous, and the prince is kind and filial. This is a blessing for the world and the people."

"Like a great roc, soaring up into the sky."

"This Ode to the Great Peng should have been presented to His Majesty and His Highness. How can you accept all this gold and silver?"

He was about to wave his hand to let his men take the things back to the car, but the commander raised his hand and held them back. The young man smiled and said, "You can't do that. If you take it away without paying the price, isn't that robbery? If His Highness knew about this, he would definitely beat me until my legs were broken. Sir, please accept it."

"The end of the year is approaching, and the prince is quite anxious."

"We are not here to accompany you anymore."

The young man smiled, clasped his fists again, tapped the ground lightly with his toes, and floated into the carriage.

The luxuriously decorated carriage, driven by spirit beasts, left. The third-rank official who had retired from the court for several years watched the convoy leave and breathed a sigh of relief. The young man from the family next to him couldn't help but say, "This lord, what a powerful move! I was just swept away by him and I can't move."

The old man sighed and said, "He is the left commander of the Crown Prince's Hidden Dragon Guard. He is also a fifth-rank general now."

"Although the grade is not high in the capital."

"But even if he is a third-rank commander, you still have to respect him in this capital."

The young man next to him said, "Qianlong Guard... I never thought they would be so polite and courteous."

"Is it polite and courteous?"

The old man didn't say much, just said: "To us, you should be polite and courteous."

The young man next to him was puzzled.

The old man did not continue to explain.

As far as he knew, this Commander Zuo was obviously born in a humble family and grew up eating food from many families. After his parents died, his fellow villagers were willing to find him a job, but he felt that he was unwilling to dig for food in the dirt all his life, so he took the initiative to enter the palace to seek a job.

Logically, people with such experiences should be full of sympathy for them.

But after he became successful, he became more respectful to his superiors, unwilling to be disrespectful in the slightest; but he became more casual towards the common people, often beating and scolding them, with an expression of disgust.

A good friend once said to this old man with a sigh:

"I deeply hate that I was born into a poor family. After seeing prosperous and luxurious places, I feel inferior to my past. When I see the common people, I see my past and my present imperfections."

"It's because of the twisted grief and anger that I'm so angry and resentful."

"This kind of person is a real villain."

"We must remember to stay away from him, but not to provoke him in the slightest, otherwise he will bear a grudge against you and me."

However, the friend who had said this to the old man was involved in a major case half a month later, and ended up with his property confiscated and his death. He could have been spared, but the person who handled the case was Commander Zhou of the Qianlong Guard, and it seems that he was punished more severely.

The old man narrowed his eyes.

He was the one who reported his good friend's case.

That's why he got a full body.

But suddenly I remembered that when Commander Zhou entered the palace, he was called Zhou Dacai.

Later, he followed the prince to learn to read and write, threw away his own name, and abandoned his ancestral surname.

Change his name to Nu Chang.

He is known as Commander Zhou, but people outside don’t dare to call him [Nu Chang].

Even if I am a slave, I am happy. What is this?

On the road, the carriage moved forward.

The young man in gorgeous clothes unfolded the "Ode to the Great Peng" and exchanged it for a new scroll. Seeing the free and easy words on it, and the faint human aura, he nodded slightly and said, "It is indeed a genuine item... This matter has been resolved, and Your Highness the Crown Prince can rest assured."

In the past few days, the prince's temperament has become extremely anxious and restless.

The little prince was still in a coma.

The young man could vaguely feel it, seemingly because of what happened before.

The prince wanted to bring the "Ode to the Great Peng" to please the saint.

Consolidate your identity and status.

The young man himself knew this matter. As he was the prince's man, he naturally had to do his best.

After exchanging the original scroll of the Great Peng Fu and carefully putting it away, a man on horseback said, "Commander, should we go visit that old gentleman again and ask him to give us the gold he got from us?"

The scroll in the feminine young man's hand hit the rider's forehead directly, causing his eyes to blur and he almost fell off his horse. He subconsciously raised his hands to cover his head. He was already bleeding from the beating, but he dared not show any resentment. He just lowered his head respectfully and let the blood flow and drip from between his fingers.

The young man said calmly: "If you take something, you have to pay for it. This is only natural."

"Not to mention a treasure like this."

"Are they really those untouchables?"

"Can I do whatever I want?"

“Yes, yes…”

The feminine young man said calmly, "These people are still useful. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will need their reputation in the future. The Fourth Prince has a very good relationship with the noble families and is also famous for his literary talent. The Seventh Prince is best friends with the second generation of the military meritorious families. The Crown Prince needs to win over these celebrities in the opposition in order to truly and thoroughly suppress these two."

"It's fine to kill some low-class people on weekdays, but they are as low as pigs and dogs in the dirt."

"Dead people can't make any sound."

“Hands were extended to these people.”

"Do you want to cause trouble for His Highness?"

The expressions of several brave riders changed slightly, and the feminine young man said calmly: "Since you are His Highness's subordinate, you must know how to share His Highness's worries, know who can be touched and who cannot be touched, and when these people can be touched."

"Outsiders always say we are dogs."

"But being a dog is also a big subject."

"The dogs of the Celestial Empire are always better off than the common people who dig for food in the ground."

Everyone agreed, and someone else laughed and said, "They want to be dogs, but they are not qualified yet."

Holding the sword in hand, he struck the harness of the warhorse, laughing loudly and chanting:

"As a human being, you still have to get up at three in the morning and sleep at five in the morning, without stopping from cold to hot."

"My descendants will not be able to make a name for themselves."

"Don't show up!"

"If I were a dog, I could wear silk and satin and sleep even when the sun is high in the sky."

"Be a bridegroom day and night."

"Who wants to be a human being?"

"Better to be a 'dog'!"

"Better to be a dog!"

Everybody laughed out loud, these were the prince's personal soldiers, the emperor's personal guards back then. They called themselves dogs, but in fact they were just mocking the ignorant common people. Even the noble and powerful families were afraid of them. So they said that when they went out to deal with the saint's aftermath this time, among the remnants of the Jinzhou army, there was an old soldier whose daughter was very beautiful.

He was very strong and everyone was eager to humiliate him. The old soldier was so angry that his hair stood on end and he drew out his black sword and rushed out to kill him.

The momentum is extremely strong.

It scared everyone.

But after all, this old soldier had had a good fight in the past. In order to protect a village, he fought alone against dozens of monsters who besieged him. His heavy armor was torn, and he became disabled and old. His bones were invaded by monster spirits. He was just a silver wax spear head, which looked good but was useless. Hehe, his leg bones were cut off and his joints were pierced by a few moves, but he didn't die.

Only then could I play with his beautiful daughter properly in front of him.

It’s a pity that the woman was really strong and chose to bite her tongue to commit suicide, without having a good time.

However, there was also a person who was not stingy and did it without hesitation while the opportunity arose.

The old soldier was filled with grief and indignation when he saw this scene. He shouted, "Where is justice?" and was about to draw his sword to fight to the death, but was eventually stabbed to death.

Useless old stuff.

Justice is with us.

That black sword that was said to be made of cold iron has long been rusted, ahahahaha.

I could hear the sound of laughter and talking in the back.

The feminine young man lowered his eyes. He knew very well the quality of the people under his command. They were people who would not be worth dying even if they were killed a thousand times. However, such people were easy to use. Those who had a moral bottom line would not be able to be used as knives in the hands of the imperial family.

They have to be dirty and turbid enough before the emperor will believe them.

They can live.

This group of people already knew too many secrets, and they were dirty enough, so Zhou Nuchang was not worried at all - the prince needed a knife in his palm, and the emperor would also need a knife to do some dirty things.

As long as such demand exists, they will be safe.

Is there any emperor who doesn’t do dirty things?

The emperor just can't get his hands dirty, so he needs people like them.

It is easy and comfortable to use.

Before the crown prince falls, there is no need to worry about being purged, but once the crown prince is about to fall, they will be the crown prince's biggest stain. At that time, not only will the enemies attack them, but the crown prince will also kill them at the first opportunity to preserve himself as much as possible.

So, it's a grasshopper on a rope.

So he had to get his hands dirty and make himself unacceptable to the officials and the people, becoming an isolated minister.

The emperor had met Zhou Nuchang before.

I told the prince afterwards.

It's a good knife.

It's not a person, it's a knife. A knife doesn't need to be good or bad.

When the old soldier's daughter was crying, he stood outside with his knife, and occasionally thought of the older sister next door who would secretly bring him meat buns when he was young. Later, he heard that the sister got married and secretly ran away from the palace. That day, he watched her leave in red makeup, and he secretly gave her all the silver he had saved for five years, saying that he had exchanged it for the buns he had eaten when he was young.

Even if I was beaten half to death for being late when I returned to the palace, I would have no regrets.

Who is the good sister in the boy’s heart about this crying girl?

When he thought of this, he felt very melancholy.

So I went to another place to avoid having to listen to the sound and disturb my mind.

The carriage is now heading first north and then south.

But suddenly the carriage slowed down. Zhou Nuchang frowned slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

One of the riders leaned over and replied, "Strange, why is it raining all of a sudden?"

Zhou Nuchang frowned: "Raining?"

He put "Ode to the Great Peng" aside, and covered it with red silk produced in the south of the river bank. Then he opened the curtain and saw the rain falling. Looking forward, the road that was so clear when he came here today was actually hazy. Zhou Nuchang didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a palpitation.

Suddenly he realized that even his subordinates were filthy-hearted people.

But I also know that there are some things that cannot be talked about outside, and some things that can be done but cannot be said.

Why would they suddenly talk about the past at this time? Talk about the remnants of Jinzhou?

It was affected!

Is it a change of Buddhist telepathy? Or is it a Taoist trick?

Zhou Nuchang's pupils contracted, and he pressed his knife with one hand, angrily saying, "It's an enemy attack!"

My heart suddenly felt cold.

The news leaked!

Those who cultivate luck and martial arts, even if they do not have the pure spiritual feedback of Taoist practice, nor the advance knowledge of the six great magical powers of Buddhism, will also feel it in advance when murderous intent emerges. Especially those of them who wander around in bloody lands. Although they are looked down upon by major schools, they are by no means ordinary people.

Even though they are just the prince's personal soldiers, they cannot compare with the elite troops at the border.

But at this moment, a sinister military atmosphere was revealed, and everyone drew their swords.

The sword whistled and vibrated in the scabbard, emitting bursts of eerie tiger roars, making the falling rain seem to pause slightly in the void, and suddenly dispersed, as if turning into steam. The human destiny flowed and changed, turning into the appearance of an illusory dragon, whistling in the rain.

The rain fell faster.

Envelop everyone.

Not one escaped.

Boundless murderous aura shrouded the dense rain and fog.

Lingering.

The murderous intent is near.