The aroma of food was already floating in the front yard of the Taoist temple. Mr. Zhuang Yongchen and Cen Zheng were still talking in the study. Chen Leng pulled Cha Ye out of the study and looked out of the east wing. The kitchen was in the kitchen, carrying the vegetables and fish he brought into the kitchen to clean up and prepare dinner.

At this moment, three foreigners came from outside the Navy. They stopped outside the Navy camp and left immediately. They chose an inn in the town to stay. Everyone seemed to have reached their limits during the wind and dining.

The person in the lead snorted involuntarily when he sat down on the chair. He walked for too long and his legs were a little numb. The moment he sat down, he felt that the most comfortable thing in life was this.

He took off the hat on his head and put it aside, opened the package, took out the purse, counted it and divided it into three parts. He only left two taels of silver, and about two or three hundred taels were distributed to the other two.

"It's time to separate tomorrow morning."

He raised his head, not worried at all that he would be recognized in Jiangnan Road. He was an inconspicuous person. In his own words, he was a small person who could never do anything big.

So even if what he wants to do now may be earth-shaking, he still doesn't think it is so great, because in his opinion, this matter only means one thing... revenge.

His name is Guisi, and he is Pei Xiao's personal army.

When Pei Xiao died, he was not in Fengyantai, and when Xing Keda, Chen Sheng and Pei Qiang died, he was not in Lulan City, so fate played a cruel joke with him. When he completed Pei Xiao's instructions, he rushed to Fengyantai and saw only the blood in the remnant city. When he rushed back to Lulan City, he only saw the lifelessness of the three people's houses.

So he felt that life was really a fucking nonsense... He was not dead, but he was not lucky.

"Why?"

A subordinate stood up with a pale face: "Master, are you going to stay by yourself?"

"Someone has to go back to Dongjiang to report to the general. I am the general's personal army. If the general dies, I am alive..."

Guisi pushed the silver forward: "These are rewarded by the general in the past two years, and I can't take more. You two share the silver and take my letters back to Dongjiang early tomorrow morning, tell the general what happened in the northern border, and tell the general that I am not a person who is greedy for life and fear of death. I will avenge the general's blood hatred."

Another subordinate shook his head repeatedly: "You are alone in this unfamiliar place. How can you find an opportunity to start? No one can help you. After all, this is the territory of the navy."

"I'll hold."

Gui Si leaned back and let out a long breath: "From today on, I will be like a weed that has taken root here. I will wait forever. When the opportunity appears, I can't kill Meng Chang'an. Can't I still kill a wild boy from the navy? It's not easy to find out the news, so someone must bring the news back. You two follow me for a few years, and you should know me and the general. If I don't protect the general, I will die even if I go back, and it will harm my family. It's better to fight to death here to fight for my family for the rest of my life."

The two men looked at each other, with panic in their eyes.

"Squadron, why bother?"

One of them said: "It is better for us to leave and hide our identity even though we know it is impossible. The general will think that we will die in Fengyantai and will not implicate our family."

Gui Si shook his head: "I am different from you."

He didn't want to say anything more, waved his hand and told him not to continue fighting. Then he threw himself on the bed and fell asleep. For a while, they hid like ghosts, trying their best to find out who the enemy was. The guy named Chen Leng in Lulan City left the words, but was soon wiped by General Guo Leiming. These were all known by Gui Si and only one person in Gui Leiming's personal army.

The next day, as soon as the sun rose, Guisi's two subordinates had to leave. Guisi got up and washed his clothes and shaved his beards. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at the bronze mirror, although his smile was a little bitter.

He only left two taels of silver so he needed to save money. The reason for this is that he was determined to die was meaningless. It would be better to hand it over to his subordinates and buy them a loyalty. The letter must be sent to Dongjiang.

He inquired on the street for a while and found a job in a satin farm. Ruchenneng worked as a coolie when he was in Yulin Town. He sent satin cloth to the riverside to load ships every day, and could survive by working hard. Fortunately, he had the strength.

After Mr. Chen and his friends came back from Zhuang Yong's house, they almost never sleep all night. The words Zhuang Yong said touched Mr. Chen very much. The queen was so vicious and determined back then that she had to hold on for nearly twenty years, and finally she won the bet.

Her son Li Changze is about to become the crown prince, and the clan finally waited for the day of his rise.

For this day, the entire family, including the queen, spent the same long time to endure and layout. They all knew how much the emperor hated the queen and how much they hated the family, so they had to let themselves hold their tails together and then operate and develop step by step in shameful places.

The queen knows the emperor better than anyone else. She knows how cruel the emperor is, so she cannot do some things but cannot be prepared.

Mr. Chen looked at the sky that was already lit outside and sighed, thinking that he wanted to find out the truth for His Majesty over the years, but in the end he couldn't control anything. What should have happened finally happened.

That night, even earlier, while His Majesty was busy preparing for his entry into Beijing, who could explain how many dirty things happened in the palace?

"gentlemen."

Chen Leng came in from outside and held a bowl of noodles. Although it was just a bowl of clear soup noodles, the taste was still mouth-watering, especially on the morning that I couldn't sleep on this night.

There was a golden poached egg on the surface, next to it were four or five chopped green onions, two or three oil stars, and a green spinach tree.

"Let's have dinner first."

Chen Leng handed the noodle bowl to Mr. Chen, and Mr. Chen nodded: "It's useless to think about it. It's not something we can control. We have a meal."

He glanced out: "Where is Cha'er, isn't he unable to eat because he is worried about me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Mr. Cha walking in with a bowl larger than Mr. Chen, eating while walking. His two little cheeks were bulging, and he looked so cute.

Mr. Chen was stunned for a moment: "Look at your eating habits. When I met Zhuang Yong's daughter yesterday, you should learn more in the future."

Master Cha can't eat it anymore.

Chen Leng hurriedly went over to coax the child on her shoulder and said, "In the eyes of adults, children are good for other people's families, but in our eyes, the elders are good for other people's families."

Master Cha patted his chest: "I'm choking."

Chen cold poured a cup of warm water to her: "Where is the poached egg in your bowl?"

Master Cha smiled sly: "It's over."

Chen Leng went out to look at his bowl of noodles. It seemed ordinary. He flipped down with chopsticks and finally found a poached egg. He brought the bowl into the room. When the tea master glared, Chen Leng had to find a place to sit down and eat noodles.

Cha Ye took a sip of water: "Which is better, purse or poached egg?"

The cold and cold choked.

Mr. Chen looked out the window and sighed: "We can't control the big things, so do our own things well. Some people can't stick their necks out if they want us to die. People who are eager to stand will always pay the price... Lengzi, have you ever seen Bai Shangnian?"

"I haven't seen it before."

"I've seen it."

Mr. Chen was silent for a while and smiled: "The kind who has a bad face, the one who died early."

At the same time, in the northern border town thousands of miles away from Anyang County, Meng Chang'an returned with his scout team into Heiwu territory for the eighth time. Because he had been promoted to general, he was transferred from Lu Lan and is now stationed in Ancheng.

Ancheng is a newly built border town after Feng Yantai was abandoned. It is quite prosperous here. Ancheng has 1,200 border troops belong to him. In addition, the general Tie Liuli selected a battalion from the entire northern iron cavalry to be handed over to Meng Chang'an for training. The general said that he would not interfere and ignored it. Meng Chang'an would practice any troops if he wanted.

After returning to Ancheng, Meng Changan had a short rest for a while and went to the restaurant where he had eaten with Shen Leng last time. The shopkeeper with gray hair smiled when he saw Meng Changan coming in, as if he was as pleased to see his son.

"Why did the general come so early?"

"I want to drink."

Meng Changan found a random seat in the lobby to sit down. At this time, the restaurant was only open, and it was far from lunch time, so he was the only guest.

The shopkeeper made a few side dishes and brought them up, took a pot of wine and sat opposite Meng Chang'an: "From the future, drink less in the morning. The doctor said that liver is responsible for detoxification and drinking in the morning will damage the liver."

Meng Changan nodded, picked up the wine pot and poured it into a glass, but did not drink it, and sprinkled it on the ground.

The shopkeeper's face changed and his heart suddenly became a little tight.

Meng Chang'an drank the second glass of wine, and it was still full of strong wine. It was still so spicy and hot. After a glass of wine, the whole stomach seemed to be burning. That night, the brothers were knocked down by the wine.

"The name of this wine actually has another meaning."

The shopkeeper was silent for a long time and said with a wry smile: "A cup of throat... A cup of throat. Who among the army does not want to be a general in history? I used to tell everyone that after drinking this cup of throat, I will definitely be a marquis of Wanhu. They all laughed and said that I was talking nonsense, but when I was drinking, they all brought some piety... "

He raised his hand and patted Meng Changan on the shoulder: "There will always be someone who takes a step first because God is merciful to them to take a break early."

Meng Chang'an sat there, his eyes slightly red.

"This is the eighth and the last time."

He poured wine, drank, poured wine, and drank, and his movements were somewhat mechanical.

The shopkeeper knew that drinking alcohol in the morning hurt his liver, but he didn't persuade him anymore, just sat there quietly and looked at him quietly.

After drinking a pot of wine, Meng Changan lay down on the table as if he was exhausted and could fall asleep after closing his eyes, but his shoulders were trembling slightly, and the sleeves on the arm pressing against his face seemed to be wet.

After a long time, Meng Changan sat up straight and took a deep breath, got up and prepared to leave.

He pulled out a bloody purse from his arms and placed it on the table, and walked out.

"General, I can't use so many."

"I have a few brothers who have eaten at you a while ago. Before I die, I asked them what else they can't let go. A brother told me that he owed you money and never had time to pay it back. We soldiers cannot be trusted."

The shopkeeper's face turned pale. He looked at the purse on the table with his head down. He suddenly cried out, his hands tremblingly trying to touch the purse, but he didn't dare to hold it up. The white hair on his temples rubbed into his eyes, which hurt so much.
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