Chapter two hundred and nineteenth exclamation sound
There were glasses of wine, and under the bright candlelight, there was a mess of cups and plates.
The graceful dancers stepped barefoot on the bearskin rug, and their exposed waists were as warm as warm jade in the light.
The cloud sleeves are lightly swaying to dance with butterflies, and the slim waist is slowly twisted with floating silk ribbons.
The gentle and moist water waves, like spring streams in March, flashed in the dancer's eyes and flowed.
Amidst the sounds of glasses clinking and drinking orders being made, Baizhu clearly heard the sound of several people swallowing their saliva.
He glanced around and saw that all the generals and ministers in the room had drunken faces. Some of them, regardless of their decency, even hugged the dancing girl.
The teasing and affectionate voices sounded again, making people confused and confused.
After going to the army commander Sima to receive the seal and the general's talisman, Bai Shu just arrived at the Julongwei Sanfu station. Before he could meet his two subordinates, Captain Guo Yi was the first to see the general who came after hearing the news.
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Lord of the Three Prefectures, General Huaihua of the third rank, lights up!
He hurriedly took off his monk's robe and was led to the tent. He was already waiting for Baizhu to take his seat.
"They are all beauties."
Suddenly, a rough voice sounded from behind. The big man with a curly beard straightened his crown, smelled of alcohol coming out of his mouth, and smiled at Bai Shu.
"Which one do you like, brother? Just tell me, we are all brothers in the same house. From now on, we will be partners who lick blood and make a living together. Don't be polite in everything!"
"Mansion..."
Just as Bai Shu was about to stand up, Zhang Deng pressed a hand on his shoulder. The physical strength of the fourth-grade Vajra was far beyond that of Jiang Yaoshi. For a moment, even he couldn't break free.
"You're welcome!"
Zhang Deng straightened his crown again and shouted:
"They are all the top names in brothels everywhere. Just tell me which one you want!"
"No...don't."
Bai Zhu swallowed his saliva and declined.
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Fu. It's just that this young general has poor moral character and will not be blessed."
"Brothers are not doing things smoothly, just like those stinky poor people wearing high hats!"
Zhang Deng sat down and took a full cup from the horn bottle, then presented it to Baizhu with his own hands.
Seeing the handsome young man drink it in one gulp, Zhang Deng frowned and felt a little relieved.
"But as a skinny brother, I'm afraid he won't be able to look down on those promiscuous women."
The big man with the beard held the wine bottle and was filled with emotion
"Since Lao Deng returned to Zhongli and became a rich man six months ago, the post of Captain Zhechong of the Three Prefectures has been vacant. With great difficulty, the vacancy was finally filled."
Julongwei is divided into seven prefectures, and under the prefecture, the commander-in-chief controls the various camps.
Under Captain Zhe Chong, there were two more fifth-rank Captain Guo Yi to assist him in decentralizing power.
Nominally, in this Julongwei Sanfu, he is the highest-ranking general besides Zhang Deng.
During this banquet, he had just received the seal with his front feet, and his back feet were intercepted by a lantern, and he was dragged to the camp for the banquet.
In addition to Zhang Deng and Bai Shu, the Lord of the Three Prefectures also invited many people to accompany him in the name of catching the wind and washing away the dust.
There are not only the several princes of Julongwei, but also the rest of the tribes such as guards, generals, captains, servants, doctors, army commanders... Although I have never heard of the names, among them, there are also the existence of the Four Realms King Kong.
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The purpose of setting up the lantern is not only to catch the wind and wash away the dust, but also to use this banquet to shock myself a little bit.
In the flash of thoughts in his mind, Zhang Deng raised the wine bottle again and said with a smile
"Brother, when you came to take over, which lord ordered you to take over, General An or Guard Yan?"
"It's the Grand Governor." Baizhu said honestly, and Zhang Deng's mouth twitched.
What a boy, you are still playing tricks!
"It's already dusk."
I saw that a few of them could no longer hold back any longer and started to make clouds and rain. Bai Shu could no longer sit still.
In the midst of the spring breeze, with a dull face, he made a military salute to Zhang Deng, who was not surprised, and said:
"The young general will take his leave first."
"Thieves kill talents!"
Zhang Deng also had some sarcasm on his face. He kicked away the two naked flesh bugs that rolled to his feet and touched his nose.
"I'll give it to you!"
The sound of spring chants became louder and louder, and Baizhu took Xuan Kong, who was drunk to death, into Niwan Palace, and walked out of the tent side by side with Zhang Deng.
The wind and snow were rolling and rolling against people's faces. It was dark outside the tent, and in the distance, the voices of the training soldiers could be heard.
A group of patrolling soldiers obviously recognized Zhang Deng. They saluted from afar, but when they saw that the jade talisman beside them did not warn, they did not come forward.
"After Lao Deng returned to Zhongli, I got used to it."
In front of Baizhu's tent, Zhang Deng suddenly stopped and his tone was somewhat meaningful.
Bai Shu also stopped and smiled. When he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a voice from inside the tent.
"Then you will be very comfortable from now on."
A strong male voice came from inside the tent, heavy footsteps sounded, and a stout figure like an iron tower came into view.
The tall white-faced man carries a long sword on his back, and has a long beard under his chin. His face is stern, and he is not angry or intimidating.
"Shou Yan?!"
Zhang Deng was stunned. Before he could bow down, he saw a figure as fat as a pig jumping in the snow.
"An...General An?"
When the bouncing figure became clearer, Zhang Deng almost trembled and knelt down.
It was a fat man as bloated as a pig. Judging from his stature, he was somewhat taller than the man carrying the knife.
An Junchen, Yan Rui.
All of a sudden, two of the most important ministers and generals in the army lowered their posture and gathered in front of a small Zichong Captain's tent.
Under Zhang Deng's shocked gaze, the fat man with a reputation for being fierce in the armed forces knelt down at Baizhu's feet with a puff, his mung bean-sized eyes narrowed to a slit, and his fat face was full of flattery.
"Young Master."
An Junchen raised his face and smiled flatteringly.
"The snow country is windy and cold, are you still used to it, young master? The general and Yan Zhenshou specially gave some small gifts to warm the young master's heart."
"How polite, General."
An Junchen, the general of Fuguo, was cultivated in the Five Realms and was from the Han tribe. He once killed two hundred thousand soldiers of Western Chu. His troops were treacherous and his actions were ruthless. He was always impeached by officials.
Yan Rui, the general of Zhenguo, is also a cultivator of the Five Realms, but this person is from the Yan family in Taizhou. He has a prominent family background. He has been stationed at the Zhengwei border for many years and is the commander-in-chief of the border army.
Baizhu could also guess a little bit about the purpose of the two people's visit, so he must have given them some instructions.
Bai Shu reached out to help him, and An Junchen also smiled and stood up from the snow.
Yan Rui was proud of his status. Although he was not as flattering as An Junchen, he still had a smile on his face.
The three of them chatted for half a cup of tea, laughing and talking to each other, but Zhang Deng beside them was sweating coldly.
"The tent is simple, but it can also protect you from the wind and cold."
Baizhu stretched out his hand and motioned, "Two adults, why don't you go to my tent to take shelter from the wind and snow, and also allow me to offer you a cup of hot tea?"
"Young Master is so polite!"
An Junchen shook his head, his eyes flashing with light, "I have some chores to do, so I won't bother the young master to rest."
He bowed deeply, patted the expressionless Zhang Deng, and walked away laughing.
"General An."
Bai Shu suddenly called him.
"Zhang Fujun's banquet was very good." The handsome young man with golden eyes smiled and said, "I am very satisfied."
"Young general understands."
An Junchen was slightly startled. He looked at the frightened Zhang Deng, nodded, and then calmed down the fierce glare in his eyes.
"You are lucky."
He patted Zhang Deng on the shoulder, bowed flatteringly to Baizhu, and said goodbye together with the indifferent Yan Rui.
After walking side by side for a few feet, the two of them parted ways without answering.
One goes south and the other goes north.
"Little...young master..."
Zhang Deng swallowed. After the two left, he almost had the feeling of escaping from death. Even his inner clothes were soaked with sweat.
"Thank you young master for saving me!"
"Go back and rest." Baizhu smiled warmly and held up Zhang Deng. "I won't see you off."
Before Zhang Deng could say anything else, Bai Shu carried the drunk Xuan Kong straight into the tent.
In the wind and snow of midwinter, only Zhang Deng stood for a long time with a complicated expression. When he left, his mind was still blank.
But in the tent, Baizhu, who could clearly see the things in the tent, also had a blank mind.
