Breaking the Day

"Gosh, what happened?"

The guards in blue shirts hurried over, and saw a messy scene on the face.

Yasong Building, which was used to entertain VIPs, was the name taken by Emperor Taizong, who was most fond of the poems and left ink, and left the calligraphy. So far, the plaque of “Yasong Building” is still hung high. You are still a hereditary earl. , When you get here, you have to clamp your tail, behave obediently, no one dares to be wild here.

But now, the roof of Yasong Building was blasted through a big hole, the doors and windows on the first floor were shattered, and a groaning, tumbling servant and maid lay down outside, and there was still a person standing inside. The only one still standing.

No one else, but the strange man who came with the princess.

Soon, the red-shirted guard also rushed over, and he said angrily: "What happened! Yasong Tower, who dares to be presumptuous!"

Li Chengfeng's sweat was about to come down, and he cried secretly in his heart.

At this time, if you change other people, I am afraid that you will be so frightened that you will not be able to say a whole word.

But who is Li Chengfeng?

As far as he is concerned, he has been rolling in the market since he was a child, cheating and stealing, eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling, and smoking all kinds of poisonous hob meat. At the moment, the difference lies in one point, that is: his set can be eaten in a small place. , When this high-level executive walks all over the floor, can the cultivator be like a dog in the gods, can you still get along?

Li Chengfeng was a little nervous, but he couldn't see the slightest on his face. Years of experience made him straighten his spine in an instant. With his hands on his back, he sneered and didn't open his eyes to look at them, but just squinted. .

Li Chengfeng's arrogant appearance made the blue-shirted guard hesitate, but the red-shirted guard who obviously didn't look at his face so much, and who had some arrears in emotional intelligence, exclaimed angrily: "Excuse me, where is your highness? Why is this? Destroy Yasong Building?"

As long as they are not blind, anyone can see the golden light rising into the sky and Zhao Feiyue quickly flying away, knowing whose masterpiece this Yasong Building was made into.

Now that the princess is not here, this pot naturally has to be memorized by this person now.

Li Chengfeng squinted at the other person and looked up and down. He was not in a hurry to answer the other party's questions. In practice, he is a rookie, but in terms of deception, he is the contemporary master.

Sometimes Fudge and Fighting have similar similarities. One of the very similarities is: Don't follow the opponent's rhythm.

Every cultivator has his own best and favorite fighting rhythm. Some like close combat, fists to the flesh, and the knife sees blood; some like long-range blasts and kites all the way; some like fast breaks and storms; others like The long flowing water grinds to death the opponent.

These principles are not only the method of fighting, but also the same in fighting and fighting.

So controlling the rhythm is a crucial thing.

And controlling the rhythm is a very mysterious thing. In the fighting technique, to control the rhythm, a lot of prerequisites are required, but it is very simple to put it in the current situation.

Without him, it is nothing more than courage, fat, thick-skinned, and good acting skills.

Li Chengfeng stared at the guard in the red shirt. He smiled, with sarcasm and coldness in his smile, as if he was looking at a idiot who knew nothing about life and death. He shook his head, shook the monk's gown, and slowly helped him to the side. I sat down on a bench and said, "Why haven't anyone served tea here for so long?"

This made the red-shirted guard and the Lanshan guard looked at each other, and the two of them shook their hearts. The red-shirted guard was really held by Li Chengfeng’s pretentious posture, and he subconsciously stared at those struggling to crawl in the field. Get up, the maids who are rubbing their waists glanced, and whispered: "Why not serve tea!"

The headed maid looked aggrieved and explained in a low voice: "We want to come up, it was Your Highness who asked us to come out!"

Li Chengfeng immediately continued her words: "His Royal Highness just told you not to come in, but didn't tell you not to have tea."

The maid was dumbfounded, and said to her heart: How can I have tea if I don't go in?

But this sentence, as a servant, she can never say it.

This is the tragedy of being a subordinate. If the person above wants to plant the crop on the subordinate, the subordinate has absolutely no room for resistance, and can only silently carry it out.

Without waiting for them to speak, Li Chengfeng clicked on the back of the bench with his finger, and said: "I can't imagine that the famous Yasong Building is so neglecting His Royal Highness, no wonder His Highness is so angry."

This sentence made the red-shirted guard and the blue-shirted guard frantically complain: Isn't it the **** you that made your Highness angry? When are we all fools?

But this... they also dare not say it.

Those who come and go here are either rich or noble. At the moment, this person is wearing a monk robe of the Lingshan School, and he is very close to his Highness. Even the palace is holding his hand together. Then what kind of identity is this person? Can't guess it for a while, but it's definitely not an unknown person who let them bully.

Can someone who can walk so close to Zhao Feiyue be an ordinary person?

This is something a fool can think of.

Therefore, even if they guessed that Li Chengfeng was pretending to be a tiger and pulling tiger skins as a banner, no one would dare to break it down, because their risks and benefits were completely out of proportion.

Those who work as errands here all get a fixed salary income. Even if there are some subsidies during the festivals, it is just to support their families. For them, the fattest people are the people who are welcome, relying on these rich people. When did the dignitaries smile, and some rewards that leaked from their fingers came to live.

Even if they dismantle one of them, they won't be able to get more awards and promotions, and it is very likely that they will offend someone they simply cannot afford to offend.

So, is it good for them to expose Li Chengfeng's lies?

Maybe it is, but is there any disadvantage?

The disadvantage is that it is extremely likely to offend Princess Zhao Feiyue!

Is Zhao Feiyue someone who can offend casually?

People who admire her from Shenjing can travel from the south to the north!

His Majesty the Emperor regards her as a jewel in his palm!

So... the blue-shirted guard who has the most slippery character in it immediately recovered. He slapped his face with a full smile and said: "Yes, yes, it's all small people who are not entertaining me! I'm neglecting your Royal Highness! "

The red-shirted guard was a little unconvinced, and he muttered in a low voice, "There is no need to demolish Yasong Building! This is nominated by His Majesty Taizong..."

The blue-shirted guard wanted to slap his forehead, and another slap covered his companion's mouth. He rushed to interrupt him and said, "Master monk, please forgive me. Recently, a new batch has been changed. Maid, not very sensible."

As he said, he glared at these maids and whispered: "Hurry up and prepare tea!"

Li Chengfeng smiled slightly, did not answer the words of the guard of the Blue Mountain, but looked at the guard in the red shirt and smiled: "Have you ever seen your Highness walk through the front door?"

The red-shirted guard was taken aback for a moment: Yes, this highness...seems to be always high!

In fact, Zhao Feiyue did not never go to the front door, but her special status, superb cultivation base, and cold temperament made the world feel that she was indeed a person who did not go to the front door.

The red-shirted guard wanted to say something, the Blue Mountain guard on the side calmly stepped on his foot and whispered: "Are you crazy? Taizong is a dead person, and His Royal Highness is a living person! Hold the dead person's feet and beat the living person Face, are you stupid?"

This sentence awakened the red-shirted guard: Yes, His Majesty Taizong is great and worthy of admiration, but he has been dead for four to five hundred years, and his Highness is not easy to serve, but she is in Shenjing!

The red-shirted guard finally lowered his head and said: "It's all the fault of the villain. The monk is coming with the villain, and just go to the nearby Dafeng Building to rest and wait."

Li Chengfeng laughed. He knew that he took advantage of Zhao Feiyue's momentum to turn his back on the guest, and completely controlled the current situation in his own control. At this time, he was determined: the original set in a small place, It also works in this unpredictable Shenjing!

In fact, this set of course works.

Because no matter where you are, people will never change. It is human nature to meet up and down, bully and be afraid of hardships, and step up and down. This is the nature of human beings and will never change according to the geographical environment.

Li Chengfeng was not in a hurry to get up, and smiled: "Oh? Before that, please help with the approval."

The blue shirt guard hurriedly said with a smile: "Yes, yes, the approval issue has been resolved..."

Li Chengfeng interrupted: "I'm not talking about me, but some of my companions..."

The blue shirt guard smiled reluctantly: "Oh? How many more copies will be needed then?"

Li Chengfeng thought for a while and said: "Let's get ten first..."

The blue shirt guard was stunned: Ten? Do you know how difficult it is to get approval? Are you doing wholesale, uncle? !