The mourning hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Even the few children who were crying were affected by the atmosphere and stopped making noises. Everyone's eyes wandered back and forth between him and Luan Xin, and they didn't even make a sound. He was also annoyed that he was quick to speak, but the words he said were thrown out.
It's hard to collect the water, "Am I wrong? Isn't Luan Zhengyi just a cripple? If it weren't for Wen Yangong's appreciation and promotion, who would he be?"
Even though Luan Xin's ancestors were once wealthy, by the time Luan Xin's generation passed, the wealthy family had become a wealthy family. Luan Xin still wanted to honor his ancestors? It is difficult for people with mediocre looks to become officials. Typical examples are Zhang He, let alone Luan Xin.
Have severe physical disabilities.
The disability on his feet is a taboo that he cannot mention.
Although Luan Xin's face was gloomy, he did not conflict with that person. He looked at the other person silently with his eyes without a trace of emotion. After a while, he reminded the other person to pay attention to the situation when he was crazy: "Are you serious? You want to be arrogant in Wen Yangong's mourning hall."
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"I -" Naturally, I can't be arrogant, but there is no way to relieve my anger. Luan Xin happens to be hit by the muzzle of the gun, and I have to say a few words, "If I am considered arrogant, why did you show up at Wen Yangong's mourning hall?"
Isn’t it an eyesore?”
Then he said: "No, it's not an eyesore, it's bad luck!"
After listening to the conversation between the two, the eldest lady realized that her husband's most trusted confidant was timid at the critical moment - even though she knew that a literary scholar could not influence the outcome of the war, and even if Luan Xin joined, Xiaocheng would most likely be lost later.
, but there is still a knot in my heart, and I am not as affectionate as before when I treat Luan Xin, and my tone is a bit stiff: "Everyone is the humerus of Wen Yan when he was alive. Even if there are disagreements, you should stop fighting for the time being and let Wen Yan go with peace of mind..." This sentence
The words were spoken to Luan Xin.
Luan Xin knew what was going on and found an excuse to leave.
Seeing him limping away, the eighth-class officer hurriedly caught up with him and wanted to help Luan Xin, who was struggling to walk. However, his big rough hands did not dare to touch him, so he could only rub them nervously: "Sir,
Sir, please slow down, it's cold and the road is slippery."
Being clumsy and tongue-tied, he wanted to say something about the incident in the mourning hall, but he couldn't hold it in for a long time. He couldn't hold back his words, and Luan Xin didn't know when to stop. If he had something to say to him: "I'll make money later."
If you have enough working hours and are free, do you have any plans?"
The strong man scratched his head in confusion: "I have no plans at the moment, but I have to make a living, and maybe I will find a master in the future."
Courageous warriors are born for the battlefield.
He has no other skills except fighting.
Luan Xin asked him: "What do you think of my lord?"
The strong man's mind barely turned around. He was stunned for a moment before he remembered that the "lord" in Luan Xin's mouth was no longer Qiu Cheng but Shen Tang. He shook his head decisively and waved his hand in rejection: "This can't be done."
"Why not? You have a grudge against the lord?"
The strong man replied: "It's not because of any hatred."
He simply felt that taking refuge in Shen Tang was like a young woman remarrying the enemy who killed her husband. Even if the "husband" was not that good, it was only natural for a widow to remarry to make a living, but the person she was marrying was her enemy, and he always felt uncomfortable in his heart.
Luan Xin: "..."
The strong man chuckled: "I don't have much culture, so I'll make you laugh. But, do you really appreciate Shen Tang that much?"
Luan Xin didn't answer, so he continued to add something on his own.
"She should be quite appreciative of it." Just now in the mourning hall, he noticed that Shen Tang and Luan Xin were chatting quite happily. Judging from the former's attitude, he did not mean to discriminate against Luan Xin's physical disability. Such masters are rare, and even strong men
I am sincerely happy for Luan Xin.
Luan Xin avoided talking about it.
Just remind him: "My lord does not have many generals."
Timing is sometimes as important as strength.
If Longwu County, Sibao County and Mingfeng County can be stabilized in one fell swoop, Shen Tang will not be considered weak among a bunch of fragmented forces. And the strength of the eighth-class public transport is neither low nor high.
If you go elsewhere, it will be relatively difficult to get ahead. Shen Tang has many vacancies and opportunities. Luan Xinxin suggested to him in a sincere tone: "You might as well consider it carefully before making a decision."
The strong man nodded involuntarily: "Okay."
The two of them parted ways, and Luan Xin walked alone down the long alley.
After a few steps, he leaned against the wall with a pale face, vomited a large amount of blood, and then slowly straightened up. After spitting out the bruises, his face looked better. He dragged his residual leg and limped around.
After returning home, he didn't want to disturb his sleeping wife, so he sat on the porch with his cloak on. Not long after, he heard footsteps behind him, and he knew it was his wife without turning around.
He asked: "Did it bother you?"
The wife sat down and said, "Master Lang, seems to have something on his mind?"
He was obviously fine before going out. He said he was keeping a wake for his old master and seeing him off for the last time. Why did he come back and feel lost, as if he was in a state of confusion? Luan Xin did not answer, and his wife was not in a hurry. She knew that the person next to her was taciturn.
character.
After a long while, Luan Xin seemed to have come to his senses and said softly: "The way of the scribes is quite interesting among the officials under my lord's account."
The wife mistakenly thought that Luan Xin had low self-esteem.
"No matter how powerful they are, I am not weaker than others!"
Luan Xin shook his head: "That's not what I meant."
The next words frightened my wife and she almost jumped up.
Luan Xin's eyelashes were lowered, and there was an undercurrent in his eyes, and he said: "Sooner or later, she will die from one of the scribes' ways!"
sooner or later!
"Master Lang's colleagues are so dangerous? Then why does Mr. Shen still use them?" Even though they have been sleeping in the same bed for many years, they were also startled by the sinister look on the person beside them, "Do you want to remind me?"
Luan Xin fell silent this time and did not answer.
His wife pulled him into the house and applied a warm cloth to the lame leg: "When can Master Sir go to the official office for duty?"
After five or six breaths, Luan Xin replied: "In another two days."
His wife sighed and talked about him.
"Master Lang used the scribe's method again today?"
She doesn't know what Luan Xin's scribe's way is. After all, she is just an ordinary person. Knowing too many secrets will become a breakthrough point for Luan Xin's enemies, but she knows what the sequelae of Luan Xin's scribe's way are. That is slow reaction, those who are elderly
Compared with him, all the old men and women are smart and agile.
Luan Xin: "It doesn't matter."
His wife looked at him worriedly.
At the same time, Gu Chi went to the government office overnight to find Qi Shan, and together they found out the information about Luan Xin. Qi Shan did not give him a good look because he was disturbing his dreams at night. The two of them almost squatted together with their heads touching,
Borrowing an oil lamp, he read the contents of Luan Xin's interview at a glance. Qishan joked: "Luan Gongyi? It's rare to find a master who only harms himself and not the master."
Gu Chi said: "Don't you think he is quite mysterious?"
Qishan asked: "Where is the mystery?"
Gu Chi: "It's a bit like Han Zhang."
"Like Hanzhang?"
"The disadvantage of Hanzhang's way of being a scribe is money. The more you spend, the stronger your ability will be. The disadvantage of his way of being a scribe is the slow response after using it. I think he is unclear here. Slowness? How long is the delay? Time is
Isn’t it fixed? Is there a possibility that the stronger the ability of the scribe, the longer the delay time? What is the upper limit of delay? "
Qi Shan yawned sleepily.
The injuries on his body have not healed yet.
Before he finished his yawn, Gu Chi speculated: "If the delay lasts a lifetime, wouldn't people die?"
In the words of the Lord, isn’t this kryptonian destiny?
The disadvantages involve life, and the way of the scribes cannot be weakened.
Qi Shan chuckled: "Within a lifetime, with the physique of a literary scholar, he would probably die if he didn't eat or drink for seven days..."
