On the contrary, Xiong Shi asked in surprise: "Why don't you live at home, sir, but in a shop?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Living in the inner city is close to the North Korea." Han Du replied casually.
After all the instructions were said, Han Du separated from the two of them.
As he watched Han Du leave, Xiong Shi's face suddenly became heavy.
Seeing that his uncle looked strange, Xiong Ting asked in confusion: "Uncle, what's going on?"
But what Xiong Shi is thinking now is whether what Han Du said is true? If it is really like what Han Du said, he only lived in it for the convenience of going to court, then it doesn't matter. If Han Du
If it is just an excuse to facilitate going to court, then you will be in big trouble.
After all, the things that Han Du couldn't let go of and had to watch personally were probably bigger than Xiong Shi imagined.
And now Xiong Shi is not sure whether his nephew has rashly intervened in such a thing. Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.
Sighing, Xiong Shi looked at his nephew and said seriously: "My uncle doesn't know whether it is right or wrong to recommend you. Otherwise, you'd better not go, and my uncle will find someone else."
Xiong Ting opened his hand and looked at the key in his hand. He smiled bitterly and said, "Forget it, uncle. The matter has come to this point. My nephew has no way out. No matter what the outcome is, he can only continue."
Xiong Shi let out a long sigh and said nothing.
Han Du had someone send a dressing mirror to his home and brought the other one to Yongchang Houfu.
After entering the door, they saw Lan Yu drinking in the school grounds. No one was around, not even the adopted sons. Handing the dressing mirror to the housekeeper, Han Du came to Lan Yu.
At this point, Lan Yu didn't even notice Han Du's arrival.
Seeing Lan Yu's dejected look, Han Du waved his hand in front of his eyes.
It was only then that Lan Yu seemed to come back to her senses and said, "Brother Xian is here?"
"Brother, what's going on?" Han Du was very surprised at Lan Yu's state. No matter how he looked at it, Lan Yu looked downcast.
If you want to drink, you should also bring your adopted son with you. How can you drink alone?
"Brother Xian is here just in time. Come and drink with me." Lan Yu put a wine jar in front of Han Du without saying a word.
Han Du sniffed slightly and said, "Hey guys, this is the liquor I sent you. Judging by the size of the jar, it's at least five kilograms. Do you want to drink yourself to death?"
He moved the wine jar away from himself without leaving a trace, and asked with concern: "Brother, what on earth is going on?"
Hearing Han Du's question, Lan Yu could no longer drink the wine she held to her lips. She put down the bowl and said dejectedly: "The imperial court is about to go to war."
"There's going to be a war? Where?" Han Du didn't care about any of this. He suddenly heard that there was going to be a war, and he always felt a little bad.
Lan Yu laughed and said: "Where else could it be? Of course it's Can Yuan. If Can Yuan Ping Zhang Nai'er doesn't lead his army south, the emperor has already decided to send troops."
Nai'er Buhua seemed to have some impressions. By the way, when he was helping the Ministry of Industry to forge the waist knife, he seemed to have heard Lao Zhu talk about it. Could it be that Lao Zhu started to prepare from that time?
However, Lao Zhu sent troops when he sent troops. Judging from the fact that Lao Zhu started preparing so long in advance, he was already fully prepared. What are you doing here sighing and drinking to drown your sorrows?
"Brother, don't worry. With the strength of Ming Dynasty, I will win this battle." Han Du thought Lan Yu was worried about the war, so he cheered him up. After all, if there is a war, anything can happen, even if it is prepared by Ming Dynasty.
No matter how sufficient it is, it cannot be said to be a sure victory.
Lan Yu glared at Han Du, looking pitifully like you don't understand me.
Han Du was so stared at by Lan Yu that he got goosebumps, and couldn't help but move away from Lan Yu.
Lan Yu weakly withdrew her gaze and sighed: "It is certain that Ming Dynasty will win. I have never worried that Ming Dynasty will lose."
"What is this, brother?" Han Du didn't understand at this moment. Since you are not worried that Daming will lose, then what are you doing while you are drinking and feeling downcast?
Lan Yu ignored Han Du's puzzled eyes and said to herself: "The emperor has decided on the people to lead the troops this time. Wei Guogong Xu Da will be the general who conquers prisoners, Xin Guogong Tang He will be the left deputy general, and the Marquis of Yingchuan
Fu Youde was the deputy general and led an army of 150,000 people to the north."
What exactly do you want to say?
Han Du blinked his eyes with a confused expression on his face.
Lan Yu suddenly became extremely angry and drank all the wine in the bowl in one gulp, which made Han Du's eyelids jump. As for the wine Lan Yu drank just now, Han Du estimated that there was at least one or two more.
It's only been a few days, and Lan Yu's drinking capacity has increased to this point? That's liquor. There are people who can drink so much at once, and they're not forced to drink.
Lan Yu placed the empty bowl heavily on the table, "But do you know, dear brother? Among the generals Your Majesty has appointed, there is no me, no me! I, Lan Yu, have always been at the vanguard of the army, but this time, Your Majesty, Your Majesty
He didn’t even mention my name.”
Wouldn't it be better not to point at you? Han Du didn't understand what Lan Yu was angry about.
In war, people will die.
If the earthen pot is not broken away from the well, the general will inevitably die on the battlefield. Every time he goes to the battlefield, in Han Du's opinion, it is hanging his head on the waist pole, which is a life-threatening job. Even the general is the same, and he is dead.
Just die.
Han Du doesn't like war, let alone going to the battlefield.
Han Du smiled and poured some wine into Lan Yu's bowl, and said with a smile: "Brother, wouldn't it be better if you don't need Beizheng? We brothers live in the capital, eating and drinking delicious food all day long.
Wouldn’t it be nice to live a comfortable life?”
It's okay if Han Du didn't say this, but it was like adding fuel to the fire when Lan Yu heard this.
Lan Yu had just picked up the wine bowl, but before he could make peace, he immediately put it down again, "Why don't you order me? Who is worse than me, Lan Yu?"
The wine in the bowl splashed onto Han Du's face and almost hit his eyes.
Han Du couldn't stand the way Lan Yu looked like he was the number one and he was the second child.
You, Lan Yu, are indeed a strong general, with superb skills in leading troops and fighting, but you are not so high that you look down on everyone. Not to mention the others, just Xu Da and Tang He, compared to you, Lan Yu, you are still
Not even close.
Lan Yu saw that Han Du had a strange expression, and knew that she had just spoken big words. Her tone suddenly softened, and she said: "Even if I am not as good as Duke Wei and Duke Xin, then I am not worse than Marquis Yingchuan, right? Your Majesty, even if you are not
Give me a right lieutenant general, or a forward general."
Lan Yu was a little confused.
But in Han Du's view, there is nothing that he can't figure out. Lao Zhu has always been arbitrary and always said the same thing. Lan Yu couldn't figure it out and could only think slowly.