The prince is very fierce

In the early morning a few days later, there were crowds of people outside Prince Su's Mansion, and their belongings had already been loaded into the car.

Because Xu Buling was ambushed last time, he did not bring any ordinary thugs this time, and there were only a dozen or so guards, all of whom were important disciples of the palace. In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, the team did not make a big fanfare. They only brought some maids to serve daily life, disguised as merchant ships, and quietly passed by.

In the Xu family ancestral hall behind the main hall of the palace, Xu Buling was dressed in white robes, stood in front of several memorial tablets and carefully lit up the incense sticks.

Old Xiao stood in front of him with a cane, a bit of regret on his face:

"I used to provoke too many people in the arena, but now that I'm older, I really don't dare to go there, otherwise I would definitely go with the young prince."

Xu Buling finished burning the incense and turned to look at the weapon racks around him: "Don't worry, I will come across rare rare books on the road and I will collect them all for you."

Lao Xiao chuckled, as if "the young prince still understands me", walked up to him and scanned around:

"What weapons are you going to bring with you when you go out this time?"

Xu Buling looked at the magic weapons filling the hall, and it was actually a bit difficult to make a choice:

"How many pieces do you always recommend?"

Lao Xiao thought about it for a while and walked to the weapon rack: "The sword is the king of weapons. You can't run around without a sword. The previous one was too long and heavy and was not suitable for use in battle. This 'Drunken Bamboo Sword' It was forged by a famous craftsman from the previous dynasty and has no allusions. It needs a famous swordsman to spearhead it, so I think the young prince is quite suitable."

Xu Buling walked up to him and took the Drunken Bamboo Sword from Lao Xiao - the scabbard was made of green bamboo, three feet long and weighed four kilograms. He flicked the knife out an inch with his fingers, and it could be seen that there were bamboo patterns engraved on the blade, and the cold light was threatening.

Xu Buling weighed it in his hand, sheathed the knife, and nodded lightly.

Old Xiao glanced around and brought Bu Shuilongyin over again: "This plus the young prince's Zhaodan sword is enough. In fact, with the young prince's skill, he can still chase people with a kitchen knife and chop him."

Xu Buling did not deny this. He put away his long dragon-marked spear and turned his head to look outside:

"Nightingale, come in."

"oh."

Nightingale, who was waiting outside the ancestral hall, heard the sound and ran quickly into the ancestral hall, waiting for instructions next to Xu Buling.

Nightingale has been in the Xubuling courtyard for the past few days, and has become quite familiar with each other. The initial restraint has disappeared. She is now wearing a light blue tight dress, with leather wristbands tied around her cuffs, and her hair is still tied into a bun. With big braids, he looks dashing and energetic.

Although Nightingale was not exactly a maid, her daughter's family was generally not allowed to enter the ancestral hall. Now she came in for the first time. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the precious weapons filling the hall, as if she was trying to identify which ones she had seen in books.

Xu Buling liked this very capable little secretary very much. He raised his chin slightly and said:

"You don't seem to have a weapon with you. It's inconvenient to go out. Pick something handy and use it first."

Nightingale was Xu Buling's maid. She took a weapon from her master as a matter of course and did not refuse. After looking around, she trotted to a weapons rack, raised her slender fingers and pointed at the mace on it:

"Sir, is this okay?"

"Well……"

Xu Bu Ling's face was covered with black lines.

Old Xiao rubbed the crutch: "This 'Dragon Subduing Pestle' has some origins, but if you, a girl, travel around the world with this thing, you have to make people laugh to death, so you have to change it."

Xu Buling nodded: "Yes, change it to something better-looking."

Nightingale was a little disappointed. She glanced at the mace reluctantly, and then looked at the forty-pound octagonal long-handled copper hammer next to her.

Xu Buling rubbed his forehead, walked up to him, took out a sword and handed it to her:

"I told you that you have a slender physique and are not suitable for taking a strong and domineering approach. Use this one."

Nightingale took the sword with both hands, held it in her arms and nodded:

"good."

Although his expression was serious, Xu Buling could feel that the girl was still a little unhappy, but he couldn't take a little maid with a mace out to wander around. He didn't say anything more at the moment, and left the palace with Nightingale. .

On the other side, in the back house of the palace, the accompanying maids were all ready to go and waiting in the corridor with their luggage.

In the boudoir, Mrs. Lu, who was wearing a light green dress, was sitting sideways on the bed, looking at the large bulge in the quilt, raising her hands and shaking in annoyance:

"Don't sleep, the sun is shining on your butt. Did you forget to leave today? A lot of people are waiting outside..."

"Well~~ sleep a little longer..."

In the quilt, Xiao Xiang'er was covered tightly from head to toe. He wrapped himself like a caterpillar and refused to get up.

Mrs. Lu was helpless and raised her hand and patted her twice: "Xiang'er, if you don't get up, I'll ask the maid to come in and carry you out."

Xiao Xiang'er twisted around for a moment, then angrily opened the quilt, revealing her messy hair, full of reluctance:

"Are you really going? Why don't you go and forget it, I'll just stay in Suzhou City..."

Mrs. Lu grabbed Xiao Xiang'er's arm and pulled her up with force: "We have already decided everything, and everything is ready. What if you don't leave now? Get up and hit the road..."

The confusion on Xiao Xiang'er's face was not concealed: "You still know that you are on the road? I am detoxifying Xu Buling. It is unethical and insulting to the family tradition. How can I have the shame to go back? If I go back, I might really hit the road. You let me Think again."

Mrs. Lu was not very strong and couldn't drag Xiao Xiang'er away. She was a little annoyed as she thrust her waist into her waist:

"If you stick your head out, you'll get a knife. If you want to live well, you have to go back and explain the matter clearly. Otherwise, what's the point of hiding all day? With Ling'er and I here, your sister won't embarrass you. If she embarrasses you, I'll let Ling'er marry her and punish her every day..."

"Pfft—"

Xiao Xiang'er pursed her lips. She originally thought of going home to confess, and if her family couldn't accept it, she would die to make her determination clear. With this idea in mind, she lived quite comfortably these days. But when it was time to set off, she naturally got stage fright. When she thought of her thoughtful and cold and serious sister, she felt terrified when she found out that she had done such a ridiculous thing, Xiao Xiang'er felt embarrassed and couldn't bear to go back.

"Let's go, Ling'er will be waiting anxiously."

Mrs. Lu took the skirt and put it on Xiao Xiang'er's arm, then opened the cabinet and pointed to the small box:

"Do you want to take this?"

"Ah..."

Xiao Xiang'er was confused, and she patted the quilt with some resignation, and then began to dress slowly.

After a while, Mrs. Lu walked out of the palace gate with a smile, said goodbye to Prince Su, and got on the carriage.

Xiao Xiang'er wore a bright red skirt and trotted with Qiao'e. When she passed by Xu Buling, she glared at him angrily.

Xu Buling put the weapon on the carriage and spread his hands innocently. He didn't understand why the baby who was still affectionate last night suddenly got angry.

After a little thought, Xu Buling put it aside and turned to look at the Prince Su who was seeing him off, saying goodbye before leaving:

"I'm leaving, take care, father."

Xu You, wearing a python robe, stood under the octagonal archway of Baishi Avenue and raised his hand:

"Go, don't rush back. The Xiao family's foundation is there. If you can marry Miss Xiao back, it would be the best. If you can't marry her, don't force it."

"Father, don't worry."

Xu Buling didn't say much, turned around and jumped on the horse.

Nightingale, with a long sword hanging on her waist, also rode on a big white horse, walked beside Xu Buling, and raised the whip to the team behind him seriously:

"Let's go to Jiangnan."

After the words fell, the fierce horse neighed and pointed directly at the Central Plains...