It was another early morning, and Pu Bucheng led Lan Yu and Xi Yingzhen in front of them and walked slowly towards Zhuangzi.
In the early morning, the farm is lush and green with a bit of moisture. The sun is warming and the breeze is refreshing.
Pu Bucheng is in the front, Lan Yuju is in the back, and Xi Yingzhen is in the back.
He just glanced at Zhuangzi Lanyu and said nothing more, while Xi Yingzhen kept looking around.
"You two!" Suddenly, Pu Bucheng stopped at the foot of the mountain, looked back and said with a smile, "Wait a moment, the Za family will go to report!"
Lan Yu cupped her hands and said, "Thank you, father-in-law!"
Pu Bucheng looked at Lan Yu, and then said a bit abruptly, "General, you are getting old too!" After saying that, he turned and walked towards the hillside.
Lan Yu stood there, quietly thinking about what she meant by what she just said.
Xi Yingzhen was still looking around, as if looking for something.
Lan Yu turned around, "You looked all the way, what are you touching?"
"Taoist, let's see which side has good feng shui and where we can bury it later!" Xi Yingzhen rolled his eyes.
"Ha!" Lan Yu sneered, "Again, if that person really wanted to kill you, you would already be a dead man!" After saying that, he asked again, "Why are you so afraid that the old emperor will kill you? Are you offended?
Pass him?"
Xi Ying really thought about it, "Master Tao scolded him!"
Lan Yu was stunned, looked at him deeply up and down, left and right, and said seriously, "Then you deserve to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Pu Bucheng waving to them from the front.
"Let's go!" Lan Yu whispered.
Xi Yingzhen kept calculating with his fingers, "It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that you can't avoid! If you can avoid it, you'll have fun with the ladies!"
The hillside is right in front, and it is full of reclaimed sloping fields. When viewed from the side, it looks as neat as a city wall.
Lan Yu lowered her head and slowly went up. Halfway there, she saw the old man leaning on a cane and watching the farmers irrigate manure on the ridges of the sloped fields.
"Your Majesty has also lost weight!" Lan Yuxin thought to herself, "His shoulders are slumped and his back is hunched, and he no longer has the aura of a tiger roaring in the forest like before!"
As he walked closer, his eyes suddenly fell on the old man's crutches, and his face became more complicated.
For a moment, he felt a bit sad in his heart. This is what a man fears most when he is alive. He knows it clearly in his mind, but his hands and feet are not in control. For men like them, who have spent half their lives on horses, living such a useless life,
It would be better to die happily.
As if he felt Lan Yu's gaze, as soon as he came over, the old man spoke first, "We are old after all. I fell down yesterday and sprained my leg, so I can't do anything. I'm on crutches like a fucking cripple!"
As he said that, the old man turned back, his eyes still so sharp that it made your heart tremble.
"How are you?" the old man whispered.
"Guilty minister..." Lan Yu thought, suddenly remembering Pu Bucheng's words just now, and said with a wry smile, "I am also old. My skin looks good on the outside, but my internal organs are all rotten.
At night, I would be wheezing and coughing, and I would vomit blood every now and then!"
The old man said nothing and looked at Lan Yu quietly.
"Speaking of which, it's your years of fighting in the north and south that caused the disease!" The old man suddenly said, "You are younger than us. If you take good care of yourself, you may not be able to live for a few more years!"
Lan Yu raised her head and smiled, "Your Majesty, you know the virtues of guilty ministers. You can't drink wine, eat meat, or do anything. Living like this is more uncomfortable than death!"
"That's what I say, but it's better to live than to die!" the old man said, smiling, "You have to cherish your life until now."
This was said very clearly, and its meaning was self-evident, but Lan Yu changed the subject.
"Actually, I, I have been thinking about one thing these past few years!"
"What's the matter?" the old man asked.
"If I had died on the battlefield, wouldn't I be as useless as I am today?" Lan Yu said with a smile, "I deserve to enjoy the temple of meritorious officials. The descendants of the Lan family will be rich and noble for generations, and my name will go down in history!"
"You only think so after you have acquired this kind of virtue!" The old man sneered, with a hint of ridicule, "If you are still the Duke of the dynasty, holding military power, and the emperor's great-uncle, the first relative of the Ming Dynasty,
Do you think of this?"
Lan Yu was stunned for a moment, and seemed to understand everything instantly.
That's right, who is he Lan Yu? In the past, Lan Yu didn't take anyone seriously. He was arrogant and domineering and fought for power and ganged up. Once the power was in hand, he Lan Yu...
He understood, he understood why the emperor saved him and tolerated him, but never took the pains to rehabilitate him. Isn't this a kind of protection?
"We wanted to kill you in the first place because of two words, unruly!" The old man stared at him, "You think it's because I'm afraid of you? Huh, everything you have is given to you by me. The day I gave it to you, I already thought about what to do in the future.
Take it back!"
As he said that, he looked at Lan Yu again and raised his chin slightly, "Can you still do the crop work?"
"I probably haven't forgotten it!" Lan Yu whispered.
"Go, pour the manure!" The old man's chin pointed at Potian Nunu, "Help us work!" At this point, he smiled and said, "Sick people are all free, work more, you Lanyi
Maybe my son can live a few more days and walk behind us!"
Lan Yu didn't say anything after hearing this, rolled up her sleeves and walked to the farmers.
From a distance, the scenery on the sloping fields is pleasant, but when you get closer, you realize what it means to be unspeakable. Mosquitoes and flies are buzzing around, and you can't drive them away. The manure in the wooden barrels makes an unpleasant sound.
Disgusting stench.
The old man looked at Lan Yu, then turned back again, his eyes falling on the anxious Xi Yingzhen.
"You scolded us last time!" the old man whispered.
"No..." Xi Yingzhen looked away, "I treated you last time..."
"Oh?" The old man hit Xi Yingzhen's shoulder with his cane, "Really? Really? Aren't you awesome? Why didn't you say anything?"
Say something, say something. After two words, Xi Yingzhen had already taken a few steps back.
"Come here!" The old man raised his hands, "It's out of reach!"
Xi Yingzhen lowered his head and moved a few steps forward.
The old man's cane hit his shoulder again, "Don't you talk a lot? Are you running out of words?" Then he hit him again, "Who is it, mute?"
When the old man quarreled, Xi Yingzhen staggered, and when he quarreled, he staggered.
"If it weren't for our eldest grandson protecting you, how could you, a bastard, an old Taoist god, be alive today?" The old man continued to curse, "Damn it, who do you think you are?"
Cursing, he turned his cane upside down and hit Xi Yingzhen on the shoulder.
The latter only felt numbness in half of his body and almost fell down.
"I can strangle you to death with one hand!" The old man continued to curse, "We were talking to Lan Yu just now, why are you so blind? Are you looking for a trap for yourself?"
Xi Yingzhen was beaten and scolded repeatedly, and she felt angry, but she only had anger but no courage.
Standing alone with the old man, he suddenly realized who the person in front of him was.
Apart from the emperor's cloak, the man in front of him is a demon crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. He is an executioner that even the king of hell dare not accept. He is a butcher who once said he would kill millions of soldiers in the south of the Yangtze River.
He is a generation of outstanding men who rose up in civilian clothes and conquered the world. He is also a unique and proud man who has only appeared in the past five hundred years!
At this moment, not only did he really understand who the person in front of him was, but he also understood why so many heroes, generals and ministers did not have the courage to resist the person in front of him before they died unjustly.
"Come here!" the old man shouted again.
Xi Yingzhen stepped forward and stood two steps away from the old man with his head lowered.
"Huh!" The old man snorted and stretched out his hand.
Xi Yingzhen raised his head in confusion.
"Check the pulse!" the old man whispered, "see how long we can survive?"
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