I am immortal

"Thank you sir for being so accommodating, so that our family can be worthy of His Royal Highness."

"This "Ode to Dapeng" is an article that the current saint liked very much when he was young. His Royal Highness has a heart of benevolence and filial piety. After several searches, he found out that this "Ode to Dapeng" was among the gentlemen, so he sent it to our family. Come and make trouble."

The young man in black is extremely polite and courteous.

Yan Yan smiled.

You can't see the bloody hands in his hands.

The old man opposite him had gray hair, but he also had an air of elegance and said, "You're welcome, Commander Zhou."

"Today's saints are kind and virtuous, and the prince is kind and filial. They are a blessing to the world and to the people."

"It's like a big roc, soaring upwards."

"This "Ode to the Dapeng" is supposed to be dedicated to His Majesty and His Highness, so how can I have the nerve to accept all this gold and silver?"

He was about to wave for his disciples to take the things back to the car, but the commander raised his hand and held him down slightly. The young man smiled slightly and said, "You can't do this. If you take it away without paying a price, isn't this robbing? If His Highness knows about it, , you have to beat me until I break my leg, sir, please accept it."

"The new year is approaching, and the prince is also very anxious."

"Our family is no longer here to keep us company."

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

The luxuriously decorated carriage was driven by spiritual beasts and then left. The third-rank official, who had retired from the imperial court for several years, watched the convoy leave and breathed a sigh of relief. The children of the family next to him couldn't help but said: "This Sir, you are so strong, I was just swept away by him and I couldn't move."

The old man sighed: "He is the left commander of the Crown Prince's Qianlong Guard, and he is also a fifth-grade general."

"The grade is not high in the capital."

"But even if he is a third-grade commander, he must be respected in this capital city."

The young man next to him said: "Qianlongwei... I never thought that he would be so polite and courteous."

"Is it polite?"

The old man didn't say much, he just said: "He is naturally polite to us."

The young man next to him was puzzled.

The old man did not continue to explain.

As far as he knew, Commander Zuo clearly came from a humble background. He had grown up eating a lot of food when he was young. After his parents died, the fellow villagers were willing to find a way for him to survive. Refusing to dig in the soil, he took the initiative to enter the palace to seek a way to survive.

Logically speaking, one should be full of sympathy for the people after such an experience.

However, after he became rich, he became more and more respectful to others and refused to be rude in the slightest. He became more casual with the people, hitting and scolding them frequently, with a look of disgust.

A good friend once sighed to this old man:

"I deeply hate that I was born in a poor family. After seeing the prosperous and luxurious places, I feel inferior to my past. When I see the people, I see my past, but I also see my current disability."

"Twisted grief and anger, that's why the shame turned into hatred."

"This kind of person is a real villain."

"We must remember to keep a respectful distance from him, but we must not irritate him in the slightest, otherwise he will bear a grudge against you and me."

It's just that the friend who told the old man this way was involved in a big case half a month later, and ended up having his house confiscated and died. He might have been rich, but the person handling the case was none other than Qianlong Wei. Commander Zhou seemed to be dealt with severely.

The old man narrowed his eyes.

He reported on his friend's case back then.

Because of this, he got a whole body.

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

Later, he became educated and literate with the prince, and gave up his own name and his ancestral surname.

Changed his name to Nu Chang.

The name of Commander Zhou was just that outsiders did not dare to call him [Nuchang].

Even if you are a slave, you are happy, what is this...

On the avenue, the carriage moved forward.

The young man in rich clothes unfolded the "Ode to the Dapeng" and exchanged it for a new scroll. Seeing the free and easy words on it, and the faint humane destiny, he nodded slightly and said: "It is indeed a genuine thing... this matter That’s it, His Highness the Crown Prince can rest at ease.”

In the past few days, the prince's character had become extremely restless.

The little prince was always asleep.

The young man could vaguely feel it, as if it was because of what happened before.

The prince wanted to bring "Ode to Dapeng" with him to please the saint.

Consolidate your identity and status.

The young man himself also knew this matter. As a prince, he naturally had to do his best.

After replacing the original scroll of the Dapeng Fu, he carefully put it away. A man riding a horse next to him said: "Commander, should we visit the old gentleman again later and let him take the gift from us?" Can you take out the gold?"

The scroll that fell from the hand of the feminine young man hit the rider's forehead directly, making him blinded by the blow. He almost fell off the horse. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover his head. He was already bleeding from the beating, but he still didn't dare to do anything. Without any resentment, he just lowered his head respectfully and allowed the blood to drip from the gaps between his fingers.

The young man said calmly: "You have to give money when you take something. This is a matter of course."

"Not to mention such a treasure."

"Are you really one of those untouchables?"

"Can you handle it as you please?"

"Yes Yes……"

The feminine young man said calmly: "These people are still useful. His Royal Highness will need their reputation in the future. Now the fourth prince has an excellent relationship with the aristocratic family and has a literary name; the seventh prince is with the second generation of the Wuxun family. The most important thing is that the prince needs to win over these famous people in the opposition in order to truly and completely suppress these two people."

"On weekdays, I just kill some untouchables, people as low as pigs and dogs in the dirt."

"You can't make any sound even if you die."

"Put your hands on these people."

"Are you trying to cause trouble to His Highness?"

The expressions of several brave knights changed slightly, and the feminine young man said calmly: "Since we are His Highness's subordinates, we must know how to share His Highness' worries and know who can and cannot be touched. These people who cannot be touched When can you touch it?”

"Outsiders always say we are dogs."

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

"The dogs of nobles in heaven are better off than the common people digging for food in the ground."

Everyone said yes, and someone laughed and said, "They want to be dogs, but they don't have the qualifications yet."

He struck the harness of the war horse with his sword in his hand, and sang loudly with a smile:

"As a human being, you still need to wake up at the third watch and sleep at the fifth watch. The cold will come and the heat will come without stopping."

"The children and grandchildren will not stand out."

"Don't stand out!"

"If it is a dog, it can be dressed in silk and satin, and it can still sleep on its own three poles in the sun."

“Be a bridegroom day and night.”

"Which one wants to be a human being?"

"It's better to be a 'dog'!"

"It's better to be a dog!"

Everyone laughed loudly. These were the prince's personal soldiers. The emperor's personal guards in his year mocked themselves as dogs, but in fact they were just mocking the ignorant people. Even the powerful people of the aristocratic family were afraid of them, so they said that they were going out this time. When dealing with the old saint's hand, among the remnant soldiers in Jinzhou, there was an old soldier whose daughter was very beautiful.

He was extremely strong and was coveted and insulted by everyone. The old soldier was so angry that he drew out his black sword and fought out.

The momentum is extremely strong.

Everyone was shocked.

But after all, this old soldier had already had a good fight back then. In order to protect a village, he was besieged by dozens of monsters on one horse. His heavy armor was torn, he became disabled and old, and his bones were filled with monster energy. It was invaded, but it was just a silver-like wax spear head, which looked useless. Hey, he was cut off the leg bones and pierced the joints with a few moves, but he didn't die.

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

It's a pity that the woman was really strong and chose to bite her tongue and commit suicide instead of having fun.

However, there is also a person who is not stingy and does not pay attention to it, and just comes once while it is hot.

The old soldier looked at this scene and was filled with grief and anger. He shouted where justice was and wanted to draw his sword and fight to the death, but was stabbed to death.

Useless old stuff.

Justice lies with us.

That mysterious sword, which is said to be made of cold iron, has long been rusty, hahaha.

I could hear laughing and talking behind me.

The feminine young man lowered his eyes. He knew very well the quality of the people under his command. They were all things that would not be worth pity even if they died ten thousand times. However, such things are easy to use. There really are some moral bottom lines, but they cannot be used. This is the knife in the emperor's hand.

They must be dirty and muddy enough for the emperor to believe them.

Only then can they live.

This group of people already knew too many secrets and were dirty enough, so Zhou Nuchang didn't worry anymore - the prince needed a knife in his hand, and the emperor also needed a knife to do dirty things.

As long as such demand remains, they will be stable.

Where is the emperor who doesn't do dirty things?

The emperor just couldn't get his hands dirty, so he would need them.

It is easy to use and comfortable.

Before the crown prince falls, there is no need to worry about being liquidated, but once the crown prince is gone, they will be the crown prince's biggest stain. Not only will the enemies attack them, but the prince will also kill them as soon as possible to maximize the chance of success. Preserve yourself as much as possible.

So, a grasshopper on a string.

Therefore, he had to get his hands dirty and make himself incompatible with hundreds of officials and families, as well as the people, and became a lonely minister.

The emperor once met Zhou Nuchang.

He told the prince afterwards.

It's a good knife.

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

When the old pawn's daughter was crying, he stood outside with a knife in his hand. Occasionally, he would think of the older sister next door who would secretly bring him meat buns to eat when he was young. Later, he heard that the sister After getting married, he ran out of the palace secretly. On that day, he watched her leave in red makeup. He quietly gave her all the money he had saved in the past five years, saying that he had exchanged the buns for his childhood.

Even if I went back to the palace and was beaten half to death because I was late, I would have no regrets.

Which boy is this crying girl the good sister in his heart?

He felt melancholy when he thought about this.

So he walked to another place to avoid hearing this sound and disturbing his mind.

This carriage is now heading north first and then south.

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

A rider bent down and replied: "Strange, why did it suddenly rain."

Zhou Nuchang frowned: "Is it raining?"

He put the "Ode to the Dapeng" to one side and covered it up with the red silk and satin produced in the land south of the river bank. Then he opened the curtain and saw raindrops falling down. Looking forward, the road that was clear when we arrived today turned out to be hazy. Zhou Nuchang didn't know why, but suddenly felt a wave of heart palpitations.

Suddenly, he realized that even his subordinates were people with dirty hands and a dirty heart.

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

Why are we suddenly talking about these past things at this time? Talking about these remaining hands and tails in Jinzhou?

It was influenced!

Is it a change in his Buddhist mind? Or is it Taoism's method?

Zhou Nuchang's pupils shrank, he pressed the knife with one hand and said angrily: "It's an enemy attack!"

My heart instantly became cold.

The news has leaked!

Those who practice Qi Luck and Martial Arts, even if they don't have the pure spiritual feedback of Taoist true practitioners, nor the advance prediction of the six great magical powers of Buddhism, when there is a murderous intention, they will feel it in advance, especially those of them in the bloody land Although people who spin around are looked down upon by all 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 soldiers at the border.

But at this moment, there was still a strong sense of military formation, and everyone drew their swords in unison.

The sound of the knife roared, trembling in the scabbard, and emitted waves of fierce tiger roars, making the falling rain seem to pause for a moment in the void, then suddenly dispersed, if it turned into steam, human nature and destiny It changed and transformed into an illusory dragon, roaring in the rain.

The rain falls more quickly.

Cover everyone.

No one escaped.

Boundless murderous aura was shrouded in the dense rain and fog.

Lingering.

The murderous intent is close.