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"Dad, that's a hereditary household!"

"Embroidering clothes and guarding hundreds of households, with an official position of the sixth rank."

"Why do you think your neighbors respect you, why do you think they are kind?"

"Why do you think it's always been smooth sailing for our family?"

"Official position is fundamental."

The young man in short clothes clenched the wooden sword in his hand and looked at Xiang Baihu with an angry expression.

Xiang Baihu didn't speak.

There are hundreds of hereditary households, and sons can inherit their father's inheritance.

Now that he has voluntarily given up, resigned and left, the position of Baihu has been given to others.

It's not fair to his son.

But there was nothing he could do.

"Why can't I bear the trouble caused by others?"

"Why do you always have to show off?"

"Have you ever thought, is this fair to me?"

The young man looked at his father in disbelief.

He doesn't understand!

Without the tiger skin of Xiuyiwei Baihu, everyone will be able to bully them in the future.

Xiang Baihu said: "There are some things you don't understand. Go practice martial arts."

Even if this incident hadn't happened, their life in Xiuyiwei would not have been easy in the future.

It's just an exchange of interests.

When the noble person behind him falls, there will always be a new noble person who comes to power, and they will support new people.

Either fall over or leave.

"What's the use of practicing kung fu!"

The young man yelled and threw the wooden sword in his hand to the ground, causing it to fall into pieces.

Bang.

Slam the door and leave.

He stood up towards Baihu, stretched out his hand and wanted to say something, but finally it turned into a sigh.

The old woman in the inner room shook her head slightly, but she couldn't blame the old man.

I can only hope that my son will come back after he calms down.

Early the next morning.

Xiang Baihu went to Jing'an Hou Mansion with the book in his pocket.

"Dong dong."

Slap the side door.

The door was opened by a strange butler.

Lao Xiang was slightly stunned, then whispered: "Please inform me that I want to see the crown prince."

"Who are you?" The housekeeper didn't look down on others. He looked majestic in his silver embroidered robe, and he was an official.

And the prince is the deputy commander of the Military and Horse Department, so it is normal for Xiu Yiwei to ask for an audience.

However, this person didn't seem to know the news.

"I'm here, Xiuyiwei Nanya Baihu Xianghu." He said to Xianghu, cupping his hands.

The housekeeper understood immediately, then shook his head and said: "It is inconvenient for the prince to see guests."

"Please be accommodating." Xiang Hu handed over five taels of silver.

The housekeeper did not accept it, but sighed and said, "Did you just come back from outside?"

Xiang Hu was not surprised, but he nodded quickly and said, "That's right."

He had indeed just come back from outside. So many things happened yesterday that he had no time to visit Prince Jingan.

In addition, everyone had traveled long distances and marched day and night, so they were already tired.

There is no energy to care about anything else.

That's why I took the liberty of visiting today.

The butler shook his head and closed the door.

Xiang Hu frowned, something big must have happened, otherwise why would it be like this.

Since the housekeeper remained silent, he could only find other ways.

Xiang Hu put on a black robe, covered up his silver Baihu embroidered guard robe, and went straight to Fangshi.

The market in Liangdu is very prosperous.

Even though troops were raised in the north, they did not affect Liangdu.

Still intoxicated and indulgent, it makes people forget to leave.

Vendors and lackeys walked through the streets, and the windows of the attic pavilions were open.

Xiang Hu twisted and twisted into an alley.

Knock on the door.

Three long and two short.

The small door opened, and a short middle-aged man with a sinister look on his face peeked out.

"Master Xiang?" The short mouse was slightly surprised.

"Short Rat, I want to see the old ghost."

"Please come in."

The short mouse gave up half of his body and put Xiang Hu inside.

At the same time, he patrolled the alley left and right, as if he was afraid of bringing some tail to Baihu.

The little door is closed.

The two-entry courtyard is very closed, and no one is allowed in or out. The high-walled courtyard forms a large shadow.

"Weird guest, have you finished your official business with your lord?"

Before the person arrives, the sound has already arrived.

Yin and compassion.

The person who stepped out of the shadows was a young man, dark and ordinary.

No one would pay attention to such a country boy on the road.

The old ghost saw Xiang Baihu's empty sleeves, and palpitations flashed across his face.

His expression was gloomy and his voice was low: "Who did it?"

"Ghosts don't do anything."

Xiang Baihu didn't want to say more about his broken hand.

"The Yihong Building has not yet opened the door. I know you didn't go."

"I have something to ask you. You are well-informed. I want to know what happened to Prince Jing'an?"

The old ghost hesitated slightly and seemed to be trying to organize his words: "I don't know where Prince Jing'an returned from. The Xiuyi Guard's mission is very secret, and I can't find out."

"It is said that he went out to deal with Gui Chong and was injured. He also injured his legs and feet."

"I probably won't be able to walk normally in this life."

As soon as the words fell, there was a buzzing sound in Baihu's head, and a muffled thunder exploded.

It's over.

It would be okay if the injury was somewhere invisible, but it happened to be a leg injury.

In the past, there was a prince in the dynasty who injured his leg and was immediately deposed, let alone the prince of the Hou family.

"No wonder." Xiang Baihu murmured.

No wonder he just returned and returned successfully, but Bai Fat Qianhu couldn't hold it any longer.

It turns out that the noble person behind it has no chance to recover.

There may even be danger for one's life.

"Master Xiang?" the young old ghost shouted, pulling Xiang Hu out of his thoughts.

Xiang Hu nodded slightly: "Thank you very much."

"I have decided to resign from the post of Hundred Households. You should be more careful in the future and don't be targeted by the embroidered guards."

Xiang Hu warned.

"Sir Xiang, Prince Jing'an is unlikely to survive. He still has a healthy brother."

"Why don't you surrender to others?" the old ghost asked.

Xiang Hu did not answer, but asked: "I got the news from you, why didn't you accept my money?"

"That's because Sir Xiang is kind to me."

"Yes, because of kindness."

Xiang Hu walked away.

He never mentioned changing the family court.

I never thought about it that way.

If he wanted to, he could actually do it. Even if he was fifty years old and had a broken arm, second-rate masters were still scarce in the court.

With such talents, one person can be regarded as dozens of ordinary people.

Staying with you will keep you safe.

It's a pity that he doesn't want to do that.

At this age, all the edges and corners should be smoothed out. ,

If you haven't thought about it, living in a daze is too boring.

Xiang Hu got up early and handed over the coupon.

The order from above came down quickly.

However, he did not agree to resign to Baihu, but took away the title of hereditary Baihu and threw Xiang Hu into the Xiuyiwei prison as a guard.

Deliver food and meals, patrol prisons.

Generally, old embroidery guards will be sent there.

After peeling off the silver-white Baihu robe, put on a black embroidered sweater robe, hung up his waist knife, Xiang Hu arrived at the gate of the prison.

The prison is a prison and a tomb.

The Xiuyi Guards will not have a normal retirement except to die in battle, because many of the things they do cannot be told to others.

The court would not allow them to leave alone.

Not even ordinary soldiers.

The old Xiuyiwei will be thrown into the prison, and over time they will be swallowed up by the prison.

The embroidered guards who came to the prison did not complain.

At least I can still lead Hibiki in front of the errand.

Live a numb and mechanical life.

Tu Shanjun inside the soul flag had his eyes shining brightly.

A big prison.

Isn't this a natural training ground?

Even if one or two death row inmates die, no one will know.

Moreover, when he kills people, he directly pulls out the soul, and there does not appear to be any wounds on the outside.

It is completely possible to fake a natural death.

"We must tell him to practice the scriptures and try sensing Qi first." Tu Shanjun made up his mind.

In fact, he had already tried it last night.

Unfortunately it ended in failure.

Without the banner master, and without the support of magic power, Tushanjun would not be able to perform the dream-entering technique at all.

For Tushanjun, the situation is a bit bad.

Xiang Huxin received his waist card and entered the prison.