Wei Zhong, the general of the Youwu Guard, had a steady and steady temperament, and could not express his emotions or anger.

But now his eyelids were twitching.

The old thief whispered: "Are you waiting for Mr. Lang?"

Lin Feibao glanced at Wei Zhong, "Wei Zhong... was just a deputy general back then."

The old thief asked: "But you climbed up by yourself?"

"Do you think you can climb up to the position of general on your own?"

At this point, it's not just a question of ability, but also a question of attitude.

That is political philosophy, that is, taking sides.

If you don't want to take sides, then I'm sorry, this position is not for you.

Therefore, when you reach the top floor, few are alone.

It is inevitable to form cliques and even cliques.

Therefore, the so-called maverick is just a boast.

"He seems to be a very honest person, but I didn't expect that he would form a clique." The old thief was a little disappointed.

"The officialdom is difficult. If you walk alone, you will either drown or be stabbed to death."

"Aren't there any clean ones?"

"It's clean... Even a beggar has a few friends, let alone a high-ranking official."

"Why!"

"Are you a little regretful?"

"I originally thought...we would use Wei Zhong as a benchmark."

Lin Feibao frowned and looked at him.

"Wei Zhong seems to be in a high position, but he has not been fighting for long. If he is Lang Jun... he cannot be in a high position."

"I...just wanted to think about it."

"Think of someone else!"

"good!"

The old thief began to look for his own benchmark in life again.

Lin Feibao looked at Wei Zhong, thinking of the deputy general who smiled shyly in front of the filial emperor.

Showing filial piety to the emperor was just a smile, and Wei Zhong was so excited, as if he had received a commendation from the emperor.

Time passed by, and the deputy general at that time had become one of the giants of the Tang Dynasty military.

It's less of the original simplicity and more of the so-called stability.

Lin Feibao shook his head slightly and put this idea away.

Yang Xuan was having trouble getting over it, and when Wei Ling'er saw her father's unkind expression, she realized that she had lost her composure.

However, there is no turning back when the bow is fired!

Wei Linger rolled her eyes and said, "There is a letter for you."

Someone entrusted me to write a letter to Zitai, and Zitai happened to come to my house... What a clever little person I am!

But she forgot that she didn't have a letter in her hand.

The corners of Wei Zhong's mouth twitched.

Huang Chunhui glanced at Liu Qing: Why is this little brat so popular with women?

Liu Qing whispered: "You are handsome and talented, there is nothing you can do about it."

Huang Chunhui said calmly: "It would be a good thing if we could pull him over."

"He has a wife."

If Yang Xuan dared to hook up with Wei Linger, Liu Qing felt that Wei Zhong could fight all the way from Chang'an to Northern Xinjiang.

Yang Xuan walked over.

"It's a letter from Holly. She has written several poems recently."

Wei Ling'er then whispered: "Hey! Those people from southern Xinjiang are coming, good guys, they are very aggressive. I asked the people around me to go and scout..."

She is also a sentry agent, she is worthy of being the general’s daughter.

"What did they say... Be careful of Northern Xinjiang interfering in this battle. For this reason, I will give you a head-on blow today... no, I will give you a head-on blow."

Yang Xuan touched his head and said, "Thank you very much."

"Why are you so polite?" Wei Ling'er lowered her voice, "By the way, Dongqing originally wanted to invite Chen Zimao to come forward and hold a poetry meeting, but she heard that Chen Zimao fell ill and was talking nonsense. Isn't this a ghost attack?"

"Probably not!"

This is not a ghost attack, but a stress reaction after killing someone.

Talking nonsense... When the Chen family heard his nonsense, they were afraid that they would go crazy, so they quickly blocked his mouth.

Wei Ling'er pretended to touch and touch her sleeves. Because Yang Xuan's back was to everyone, blocking everyone's view, she could calmly play the role of delivering letters.

"Be careful." Wei Ling'er patted Yang Xuan's palm as if handing over a letter.

"I know." Yang Xuan nodded and pretended to put the letter into his sleeve.

Wei Zhong looked at Yang Xuan walking over and asked casually: "Whose letter is it?"

This smell is like a flower farmer's alertness when he discovers that someone is coming to dig up his delicate flowers.

"A poetry friend."

"Can you still compose poetry?"

"It's just nonsense."

"Bullshit is better than those who don't understand. If we go back to Northern Xinjiang for a gathering, we can write poems to respond." Huang Chunhui was in good spirits.

hehe!

Yang Xuan yelled.

Huang Chunhui coughed dryly and said, "Old Wei, your daughter looks pretty cool, but are you optimistic about her?"

"My little girl is young, it's still early."

"What kind do you like?"

"It's really hard to say. The little girl doesn't have a definite idea. Sometimes she likes people with literary talents, and sometimes she likes people who are bold and bold, or people who are gentle and elegant."

"None of these can be eaten as food."

"Isn't this the case between husband and wife? What is heroic and gentle? After getting along for a long time, the most important thing is... to be considerate of each other!"

"Hey! Old Wei, you have finally realized it."

"It's not enlightenment. These are just principles that are learned day by day."

"Well! This is not how I live my life. No matter how heroic, literary, or flying over the walls, it's all useless."

"Yes! Just to coax those young people who are just starting to have a love affair."

The two big guys talked about their children, and the people behind them were stunned for a moment.

"It's useless." Lin Feibao said.

Yang Xuan said: "These talents are just weapons used by men and women to attract each other when they first meet. It's like a peacock spreading its tail."

"Mr. Lang, what is the peacock in full bloom?"

"The peacock is a big bird that looks green. Every spring, the peacock spreads all its feathers and looks like a screen. It is colorful and beautiful."

"Then why is it open?"

"Courtship."

Wang Laoer understood, "It's like a man reciting poems when he sees a woman."

This baby is hopeless.

The old thief smiled and said: "It should be said that when you see the opposite sex you like, you will be shy, talk a lot, and show off. This is also showing off."

Wang Laoer sighed, "This day is beautiful."

Yang Xuan smiled and said, "It only took a moment for the peacock to open its tail. It put away its feathers and turned around, but it was a particularly ugly butt."

The front approaches the backyard.

The followers will stay here.

Wang Laoer asked: "Old thief, what does Mr. Lang mean when he talks about a particularly ugly butt?"

The old thief shook his head, "I don't know either."
To be continued...