Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

"yes!"

The singer nodded in response, and then the melodious music sounded again.

Orchid from the Timur Khanate danced lightly, spinning one after another, then turning around.

She was wearing a pink gauze dress, with a few red stone fragments inlaid on the cuffs, which shone brightly under the candlelight. Her steps were light and graceful, like a fairy descending to earth, dancing in the Qinhuai wind blowing across the painting boat.

Hu Ji's slender legs and half-covered gauze skirt make people feel as if there is a fragrance blowing in the face.

The handsome man in big red robe was holding a glass of wine and staring at the singer intently, with blazing eyes. If he had a tail at this moment, it would definitely swish wildly.

"good!"

After swallowing his drink, he started shouting and applauding.

Jiang Xinghuo was unusually irritable.

"Who the hell threw me into the Qinhuai River and almost drowned me?"

The handsome guy in Dahongpao didn't take it seriously, and just said: "Tomorrow I will help you find the person, and you can kill or chop him up. Today, you and I only talk about Fengyue. We have been apart for several months. Has Jiang Lang come up with any new words?" "

"There are no new words, I'm not going"

Jiang Xinghuo struggled to get up, but before he could finish speaking, he was pushed back to the couch by the handsome man in red robe.

"Jiang Lang just drowned and got wet. Just lie down and enjoy the singing and dancing in peace."

Then the handsome middle-aged man held the wine in one hand, tapped his thigh with the other, and hummed softly.

"The bright moon is good for loving him, and being haggard is also related to the intermittence of dreams in skirts. How much hate the west wind can blow away the eyebrows~"

"Okay! If Jiang Lang's poem hadn't sold me, I really wouldn't have been able to get into Miss Rumeng's bed."

Jiang Xinghuo had no strength, rolled his eyes and asked, "So is Miss Rumeng still Mr. Cao's favorite in this life?"

Known as "Mr. Cao", this middle-aged handsome man is tall and handsome, and his behavior is dignified, which can be said to be graceful and noble.

He took a sip of wine and said matter-of-factly.

"I changed it long ago."

Jiang Xinghuo lay on the couch, covered with a thin quilt, and really wanted to cry without tears. How could he be so unlucky that he slept well in the prison, but when he woke up, he fell into the river inexplicably?

And the most important thing is that he can die soon!

I don’t know who got him out of the prison and fell into the water. I don’t know if he wanted to save him or harm him.

Jiang Xinghuo suddenly remembered that a few days ago, when he and Gao Yu were sweeping the floor in the morning, Gao Yu had said something about escaping from prison.

Gao Yu must have done it!

Gao Yu, who had killed a thousand swords, was about to die, but he ruined my good deeds!

wrong.

Jiang Xinghuo looked at Mr. Cao Jiujiang, who was wearing a red robe and sitting beside the couch.

Cao Jiujiang, the man who killed a thousand swords, let me drown, why did he save me?

Just because I once sold you a poem and asked you to pick up a famous prostitute, you want to retaliate?

With his thoughts turbulent and his body a little cold, Jiang Xinghuo wrapped himself tightly in a thin quilt.

Seeing this, Cao Jiujiang asked his servant to take a snow-white mink fur from the bottom of the box and cover him with it. After a long while, Jiang Xinghuo finally warmed up.

"I have told Jiang Lang a long time ago that with Jiang Lang's talents, he came to my house as a guest and enjoyed endless wealth and wealth. How could he end up being pushed into the water by his enemies today?"

Jiang Xinghuo lay down and asked, "Master Cao, you come from a rich family. Have you ever heard of Gao Yu?"

"Gao Yu?"

Cao Jiujiang frowned, then relaxed, and said sarcastically: "Gao Yu is a rotten fish, I've never heard of him."

At the same time, Zhu Gaoxu, who was thinking about his past in the prison, sneezed.

"Who the hell is scolding me?"

"Old man? No, Jiang Xinghuo? No, it must be Li Jinglong! If you can't beat me on the battlefield, you know how to chew it up."

Zhu Gaoxu's intuition was correct.

The handsome middle-aged man in Jiang Xinghuo, who is dressed in a red robe and has a graceful and elegant demeanor, is indeed Li Jinglong.

His title is "Cao Guogong" and his nickname is "Jiujiang". He took this pseudonym when he lingered in Fengyue.

When the competition comes to an end, the important noble disciples will know who the other party is after hearing this name, and will not raise the price with him. And people who don't understand will only sigh that Mr. Cao, who spends a lot of money, is really generous. In short, the pseudonym is used to avoid tarnishing his own reputation.

Although there is no need to tarnish Li Jinglong’s reputation.

Two old friends from a brothel met on the river. Jiang Xinghuo didn't know the other person's true identity, and Li Jinglong didn't know what earth-shattering things Jiang Xinghuo had done recently unintentionally, so they started talking speculatively.

While we were chatting and painting the boat, the humidity outside the window was misty, and we saw that it was about to rain.

As the topic got better, Jiang Xinghuo stood up wrapped in mink fur.

"Mr. Cao, please send me back to prison. What I committed is a serious matter and I can't implicate you!"

Li Jinglong used the "Handshake Kill" and said sincerely: "Don't worry, Jiang Lang, I still say what I said, as long as you are here with me, no one in the entire Nanjing city dares to touch you, and it will not work for anyone."

Jiang Xinghuo smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Cao, that's not what I meant. I wanted to go earlier."

"Can't you believe me? Do you think I'm talking big words and can't protect you?" Li Jinglong said displeased: "Although what I say sounds arrogant to you, it is the truth. If there is even half a lie, the sky will strike like lightning!"

"Boom!"

Thunder exploded, several green snakes streaked across the sky, and the rain poured down, flooding the scene inside and outside the city in an instant.

Li Jinglong: "."

Jiang Xinghuo: "."

"call out!"

An arrow flew into the sky before the thunder struck.

"Da da da"

The sound of horse hooves came gradually from far to near.

A group of cavalry marched through the streets and alleys, whipping their horses and whips, galloping like the wind in the rain.

They were all wearing heavy armor and holding spears in their hands. Their faces were cold and their whole bodies exuded a biting chill, as if they had just emerged from an ice hole.

The leader was none other than Zhu Di, whose sharp eyes seemed to freeze the air around him.

On the bank of the Qinhuai River, a horseman stood proudly.

Zhu Di asked, raising his voice through the heavy rain.

"Tong Xin, are you sure it's the ship in the distance?"

The knight on the opposite side did not hold a gun. Instead, he had a bow of surprisingly large size placed between his belly and the horse's head.

He lifted up his visor, revealing a face that was obviously not Han Chinese. He nodded and said in a low voice: "My eyes will not lie to me. Through the gap in the window on the second floor of the painting boat, I saw His Majesty and all the people. Find someone whose portrait is almost the same.”

Li Jinglong's huge painting boat floated slowly along the Qinhuai River, unaware that the cavalry on the shore had already caught up with him.

Sitting on the couch next to the window on the second floor, Li Jinglong was humiliated by the thunder and patted his chest to assure himself.

"It was just an accident. Anyway, if anyone dares to touch you today, they won't give me face!"

"No one in Nanjing dares to deny me face!"

The words just fell.

Li Jinglong's expression suddenly changed.

There was a "buzzing" sound in the air, like a group of cicadas vibrating their wings collectively.

The "battle-hardened" Li Jinglong knew exactly what the sound was, even if it was blocked by the sound of rain.

"Get down!"

Li Jinglong rolled to the edge of the couch in embarrassment but very skillfully, while Jiang Xinghuo looked confused.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk!"

Hundreds of arrows pierced the painting boat, and the frightened boatmen had to give up setting up the boat. The painting boat stopped directly in the Qinhuai River, spinning slightly with the current.

Then, amid the shouts of the cavalry on the shore, they were forced to sail to the shore.

"Master Cao, are you okay?" Jiang Xinghuo, who was huddled by the window wrapped in a quilt, asked with concern.

Li Jinglong raised his bleeding forehead, which was hit by the corner of the couch, and said with all his strength.

"It's pretty good."

After tearing off a corner of Hu Ji's gauze skirt and wrapping it around her forehead, Li Jinglong said loudly as he walked out.

"Unexpected, unexpected, Jiang Lang, wait a moment, I will go and see for myself who dares to stop my ship!"

"Don't let me catch you, or I'll feed you a few bears' hearts and leopards' courage!"

Li Jinglong opened the door. Outside the door were dozens of loyal and loyal guardsmen, surrounded by a man who looked like an old soldier wearing the same armor. Standing in front of him was none other than Yongle Emperor Zhu Di. .

Li Jinglong carelessly pressed the corner of his pink gauze skirt with his hand, and a smile that looked uglier than crying appeared on his handsome face.

"I just asked the chef to make bear hearts and leopard galls, which are hot."