"Brother, we have no money anymore." Takayama said.
"Grandfather Taiping Hou gave me a bag of jewelry, which I brought with me." Yu Wuluo comforted him.
"But that's only a lot. Sure enough, the hero has no good people. Xue Menghu is fake, and the hero Qingshan is a liar." Gao Shan was angry.
After he set out on the road, he had no pot to hold, and the vegetables he had been wilted after frost.
That hateful green mountain - the hero, guarding against the high mountain to make a move and take away the horse and the pot as it is.
Yu Wu fell, thunder and Zhao Tinggong were a hundred times more energetic. The world belonged to the people. They were not fighting alone, and people like Chen Jingzhi were also preventing problems before they happened.
Finally, I saw a real hero.
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The large and small military camps belonging to the Prince of Qingchang have a flag on the Prince of Qingchang. At this time, the military camp was about 2,000 people, and the flags were raised high.
The candlelight disperses the dark night in the tent, illuminating dozens of frowning and winking people, with sad faces.
They have a pen in their hands, paper under their pens, and a wrinkled piece of paper next to them, and they draw images of human faces.
A gloomy officer was carrying his hands on his back, with a horse whip in his hand.
He paced back and forth, and reprimanded from time to time with great angriness: "Five hundred people guard Qixiang Lake, less than two hundred people came back from breathing, and only you can sit down! But you can't draw the appearance of a thief. Is this still reasonable? ?If you can't draw it again, you will kill General Fang Chenggong with your enemies."
As he said that, he looked at the paper in everyone's hand.
There was no change, so I just drew a tall man, a monkey, a square-faced man, a thin man, and a knife.
The officer whipped them with a horse whip: "Is it a knife that killed General Fang? Whose hand is in? Does he have no face? I painted it dozens of times, and every time it is a goose feather knife, I will carry the goose feather knife with me , I’m going to show you my appearance.”
"Return to General, that person is really powerful. I only remember his knife in my mind, but I don't remember what he looks like."
"How is it possible? He has a square, round face and long face. Have you forgotten it?"
Another person said: "Yes, whenever I think of him, I feel like I see flowers blooming."
"It's like seeing the full moon again."
"No, it's more like the red window paper posted at home during the New Year, it looks good."
The officer was stunned on the spot: "Does anyone think he looks like a piece of jade? Good-looking men all look like jade." This person has read.
A round of conversation opened: "Yes, it's like the golden hairpin I saved for five years and brought back to my wife. It looks good."
“Like a gem in a jewelry shop.”
The officer was so annoyed that he couldn't speak.
Even if he is a gem, there is a difference between a round gem and a square gem. There are also rubies and emeralds. What kind of person is he and what kind of knife is he dancing? No one of the people who came back remembers his actual appearance. .
How can I send this to the prince? Ask him to post an arrest notice?
Suddenly a cold wind came from behind his neck. He drew his sword and turned around quickly. He saw a mountain axe chopping down and chopping his goose feather knife into several pieces.
A ghost came in.
There was a shadow under his feet. This was a man wearing a green-faced and fanged ghost mask. The candlelight shone on the thick-backed mountain axe, which increased the imagination of him looking like a ghost.
A gust of wind and strange scent came out of the tent. When the candlelight was shaking, the ghost stood in his shadow, and the ground was upside down.
"Grandpa is the ghost king of Heifeng Village. He is busy meddling in his own troubles. How dare you draw the appearance of grandpas? Humph, the old chickens, ducks, dogs and geese at home don't want to live anymore, right?"
He raised his mountain-opening axe to cut all the tables into pieces. The fire was too fragmented, and he threw the candles on the tables at the tables. Then he strode out, and the flames in the tent behind him gradually grew higher.
Outside the tent was a military camp, there were other soldiers and tents. Now the other tents were safe, with soldiers rolling around on the ground.
Watching this shadowed ghost walk out of the camp gate with a shout: "Everyone recognizes me, everyone recognizes Grandpa Ghost! My Black Wind Village was wiped out, but the grandpas' souls are free, haha, from now on, the ghost realm
Let's leave, everyone recognizes me, and don't wrongly accuse the good people in the future. Haha, everyone recognizes me..."
He broke in through the camp gate, not around the barracks to injure people. Some soldiers were not injured, but they hurried behind the hiding objects and did not dare to come out. He looked at him with a momentum and did not dare to look at him.
After leaving the camp, he flashed a few times and hid in the darkness.
Then he started to put out the fire, and carried the wounded from the fire tent. The officer holding the whip held back his injuries and asked, "He has a shadow, he is a human."
"Sir, stop asking." A local veteran said tremblingly: "If I didn't admit my mistake, he was Ruan Chenggong."
The officer's face turned pale: "The ghosts don't bother Ruan Chenggong."
"Yes. He lives nearby. The prince and the prince Shunxing have wanted to fight each other several times, either Xuchang Hou blocking it or Taiping Hou making trouble. Ruan Chenggong appears every time and is not allowed to disturb the people."
Otherwise, the two princes would have their own troops and their territory was close, so they would have been defeated long ago.
"That mountain-opening axe is only used by Ruan Chenggong. He is not easy to catch. The two princes thought about encircling him several times, but he could not find him if he avoided Qixiang Lake." The veteran said as he shivered.
"It is said that there are fish monsters in Qixiang Lake, which can seduce people and play nice music. Ordinary people are fascinated by the fog and can never get out. Ruan Chenggong can come in and out, so he has never won."
The officer's face was bloodless, but he no longer asked questions.
As he is, he can know that there is no fish monster in Qixiang Lake, but a person who lives that both princes want to recruit. In order to express their importance, the princes of Qingchang and Shunxing both carry a lot of jewelry.
He also took the musician to visit him in person with his wishes.
Fang Chenggong’s responsibility is to monitor the person in Qixiang Lake.
It seems that Fang Chenggong's death cannot be traced to himself.
He thought this way and asked again: "What is the purpose of his ghost in Heifeng Village?"
"Sir, you forgot that not long ago, the youngest robber in Heifeng Village was encountered by the Siping Hou. All the poor were robbed. They could not afford to live in a shop and lived in a land temple in the city. There was no road or a miser's coming out. I couldn't know that
Identity. Why did the poor have no reason to rob the poor? Siping Hou asked someone to post notices everywhere, and even sent official documents to our county prince, asking the county prince to send troops to suppress the bandits together. The county prince said he had no time and only helped to post the notice. It is estimated that Siping Hou himself suppressed the bandits.
Ruan Chenggong didn’t know where to learn the news, so he borrowed this reputation.”
The officer had nothing to say. When he saw the military doctor coming to treat his injuries, the pain made him unable to ask any further.
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In the wooden house, Ruan Chenggong took off the ghost mask and threw it aside, and said to herself: "I promised Lao Yu to take care of Xiao Yu, but Xiao Yu clearly doesn't need me to take care of him. I will not compare with her in this little girl's kung fu, so losing is common.
, it’s not enough to lose to the younger generation. It’s better to help some of the little things that beat the side drums.”
......
The daytime in Dongliang City was bustling, especially after Yu Xinbo posted everywhere that he would not recruit troops for no reason and flatten the grain price, he restored the joy and peace before the death of the late emperor in the city.
As usual, Yu Xinbo stood at the yamen, his heart of missing his daughter was more relaxed.
His eyes flashed and captured an acquaintance. Yu Xinbo thought he was dazzled. When he looked at it, the man smiled across the street. Yes, it was Miao Bao.
Yu Xinbo's heart was beating wildly, and he trotted over with his clothes. His throat was blocked. When he wanted to ask, he was a bit unsatisfied.
Miao Bao replied with a smile: "Master, please come with me, the girl is here."