Ji Xiahe couldn't even believe that he would say such a thing one day.
After leaving Shen Lie's bedroom for half an hour, Ji Xiahe couldn't sleep well all night after returning.
He was lying on the bed tossing and turning, all he could think about was robbery.
On how to conduct an elegant robbery.
How to beautify their robbery behavior.
A focused analysis of the pros and cons of robbery.
Ten rules for robbery.
Finally, he fell into a drowsy state, and what he was thinking about was how to make the robbery bigger and turn it into a career, so that he could live up to the name of their Tanzhou Bandit Group.
When he woke up the next day, Monk Ji Xia felt that he had successfully transformed into a black man. He didn't even have time to wash up, so he picked up his pen and started writing.
"With the help of the situation, a small force will make a big move. The accumulation of small things will become a masterpiece, the accumulation of dew will become a wave, and the huge force will spread over the land, and its feathers can be used as rituals."
Suddenly there was a lot of movement outside.
Ji Xiahe opened the door and window and saw a group of soldiers doing morning exercises.
The soldiers only wore cloth shirts, and many of them had no clothes at all and were completely shirtless.
There were eight rows and five columns, with forty people in each team. They said they were doing morning exercises, but they were actually jogging casually, chatting while running, along the street where their inn was located.
As they gradually approached, their voices reached Ji Xiahe's ears.
"I want to find a date among the dancers last night, hehe."
"We want to do good things, it's not our turn!"
"The wine last night was delicious. I can't drink it at all on weekdays. It's valuable!"
"I'm planning to pick up some pieces of meat and ask someone to deliver them to my dad!"
…
Ji Xiahe watched them run closer and then watched them run away.
After a while of silence, Ji Xiahe returned to the table.
The troops in Tanzhou, whether they are veterans or new recruits, are lazy, ruffian, and extremely oily.
Living far away in Tanzhou is so comfortable, really so comfortable.
The new recruits did not suffer much from the war, and the veterans were lazy and neglectful. The Pinglan Army was a regular army after all. The original general Lin Xinchun of the Pinglan Army was hacked by Zhan Kewei, but it failed to arouse their fighting spirit.
Even if Lin Jianrui cut off his finger and wrote in blood something about his father's murderer and his enemy, Ji Xiahe didn't see many traces of struggle for this goal in him.
...or in other words, the struggle is in the wrong direction?
Thinking that the exchange between Shen Lie and Lin Gong was a thousand soldiers, Ji Xiahe began to worry about how careless the one thousand people selected would be.
Thinking about it, Ji Xiahe planned to go next door to talk to Shen Lie about life.
Shen Lie has always felt light-headed, and with the noise outside, he might have woken up early.
He just opened the door and saw a woman raising her hand and about to knock on the door.
The door creaked, and the two of them were in a stalemate. You looked at me, and I looked at you.
The woman was about twenty-twenty-three years old, with a clean face and regular features. Ji Xiahe took a look at the brocade dress with ink and broken cloud patterns on her body, which showed that she must be a daughter of a well-established family in this county.
"How long are you going to stare at me?" the woman said.
Ji Xiahe narrowed his eyes and said, "Who is that girl? What do you want from me?"
"Are you Shen Lie?" the woman asked.
"no."
"Where is Shen Lie?"
"Who is the girl?"
"Me?" The woman put her hands on her chest and raised her eyebrows slightly, "My surname is Long, and I am the only daughter of Magistrate Long of Wanhong Town."
"Oh..." Ji Xiahe nodded, "Then, what does Miss Long want from Shen Lie?"
The woman looked around and lowered her voice: "I heard that you are asking about Hechuan Wasteland?"
Ji Xiahe raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded.
"Will you go then?" When she said this, her eyes became curious and yearning.
"Girl...what's the matter?"
"If you want to go, can you take me with you?" She curled her lips and smiled, "I know the way and will be your team leader!"
"Girl, do you know the way?"
"I recognize it, and I'm very familiar with it!"
"This," Ji Xiahe shook his head, "I have no control over this matter."
"Where does Shen Lie live?" the woman said, looking sideways and raising her feet to leave.
Ji Xiahe stopped her and said, "Miss Long, we won't go for now. I will ask Brother Shen. If he agrees, I will send someone to your house to bring a message."
"What if he doesn't agree?" the woman asked.
"Well...then I won't agree."
The woman frowned and looked at him, her bright eyes filled with thoughts.
"Miss Long, please go back first," Ji Xiahe said.
"Okay," the woman nodded, "My surname is Long and my name is Yuejie. I want to go to Hechuan because I have a distant relative there. I want to see him. With you guys walking along, my safety will be guaranteed. And I am here for you. Yan will be a good guide. If you agree to let me go, it will be good for both of us."
Ji Xiahe didn't answer, just smiled gently.
"Then, young master, take your leave." Long Yuejie said with a blessing.
Ji Xiahe greeted her politely and watched her go to the stairs before closing the door. Remembering that she was going to find Shen Lie just now, he opened it again.
In the end, his guess was wrong, and Shen Lie didn't wake up at all.
The drunken Master Shen unexpectedly fell into a good sleep due to a few glasses of fruit wine. Ji Xiahe knocked on the door for a while and knocked Dai Yu and Zhai Jinsheng out from next door.
"Let the young master sleep," Zhai Jinsheng said in a deep voice, "the young master has not slept so soundly for a long time."
"It was only at Shen that I went to General Lin's place to organize the troops and go on the road. I didn't have time to sleep until late," Dai Yu said.
Ji Xiahe thought the same thing and went back to his room to continue writing.
Long Yuejie walked out of the inn, and his personal maid Ru Ran was waiting outside.
"Miss," Ruran hurriedly followed, "have you seen Shen Lie?"
"No, I did see a pretty boy with thin skin and tender flesh. He might be the one named Ji."
"Then, did he agree?"
Long Yuejie shook his head.
At this moment, a carriage came running in front of him at a very fast speed. As it approached, the driver stopped and asked where the Jusheng Inn was.
The fast horse stopped at every turn, and Long Yuejie couldn't help but look sideways at the driver.
He is of medium height, with a tanned face, rough skin, and calluses on his hands.
A passerby pointed to the inn where Long Yuejie and the others had just come out, saying it was right in front.
The coachman thanked him, slowed down this time, and drove forward.
A hand stretched out from the carriage, opened the curtain and looked towards the inn.
"Master," the coachman said, "we won't have any trouble this time."
Liang Jun looked at the sign hanging on the inn with firm eyes: "Absolutely not!"
The two attendants in the carriage looked at him and then at each other.
Every time I was full of hope, every time I was disappointed.
After such repetition, everyone would be tired, but their paranoid young master could not be defeated. He chased him all the way, from north to south, from east to west, always full of vigor and faith.
"Miss?" Ruran looked at Long Yuejie.
Long Yuejie's eyes were always on the coachman's hands.
She had wanted to escape for a long time, and all she needed was a first-rate coachman.
She didn't like things like carriages and horses, and the one in front of her belonged to someone else.
Rolling his eyes, Long Yuejie looked back at the coachman's face.
So what if it belongs to someone else’s family? If you use some tricks, doesn’t it become your own?
Thinking about this, Long Yuejie turned around and went back to the inn, planning to wait for them to come over.
Unexpectedly, after the carriage stopped steadily, the entourage helped Liang Jun down from the carriage. Long Yuejie was stunned when he saw Liang Jun raising his head.
Liang Jun looked over with feeling and was stunned for a moment.
It feels familiar, but the name is stuck in my throat and I can't pronounce it.
Long Yuejie reacted first: "Could it be that you are my cousin?!"
Liang Jun's followers were all stunned, looking at her and then at Liang Jun.
Ruran was also dumbfounded and looked Liang Jun up and down.
Liang Jun finally remembered and said in a daze: "...Cousin? Cousin Yuejie?"
"What a cousin! Cousin Liang Jun!" Long Yuejie was delighted, but then he looked at his coachman.
In this way, then this "other people's home" can also be regarded as "one's own home"!
Although this relationship is related by kinship, there are cousins just one layer apart.
