"Thousands of people share the same hatred, loyalty and loyalty compete for bullfights, one is as good as a thousand, they regard death as sleepless, serve the country and save the head of Guizhou, kill thieves and seek the title of marquis..."
The hustle and bustle in the camp gradually fell silent and fell into the deep sleep of the night.
In the main camp tent, a military attache in purple robes chanted the lyrics sung outside Shicai camp. This was Zhou Fengxiang, the northwest inspector appointed by the emperor this time.
"Are you sending those deserters?" he asked.
The answer is yes.
At this time, the few deserters outside had been surrounded by everyone all night, asking about their origins and expressing envy, but Mr. Zhou disdained all this excitement.
"Go and ask." Mr. Zhou said.
There is no need for the person to turn around and go out, but to answer directly.
"...the gift is seven horses," he said.
I'm not asking about the origins of these people. Others don't know the origins of these people. Master Zhou knows it very well, and as a personal follower, he also knows it very well.
The boss of Taipingju was a hidden deserter who was caught by the patrol general Liu Kui.
There were so many deserters, but these seven were the only ones Master Zhou could remember so clearly.
If it weren't for these deserters, he probably wouldn't be a famous but crooked inspector today. He might not be able to take the position because of his strategic management, but he could always be a deputy general manager of military affairs.
With this delay, I don’t know how much time and effort it will take to achieve my wish!
Of course, if you blame all the deserters, it would be a bit too flattering to them and lower your own status.
This matter can only be said to be due to bad luck, being interfered with by that Zhang Chun.
Zhou Fengxiang exhaled.
"...I use a heavy bow from Qingzhou. I wonder what kind of horse the Taipingju bosses are going to use this time?" he said lightly.
"Sir, they are just ordinary military horses of the herdsmen and supervisors," said the personal attendant.
Zhou Fengxiang frowned.
"Ordinary?" he asked.
"Yes, I've looked at it carefully. It's very ordinary." said the follower.
Zhou Fengxiang tapped a few boxes with his fingers.
"That means buying a horsewhip for a thousand gold, but the courtesy is light but the affection is heavy." He said, shaking his head, "You are really capable of tossing. It is not that easy to find a title in the northwest by just tossing."
"Sir, do you want to check again?" he asked.
"No need." Zhou Fengxiang shook his head with a bit of disdain, "Ignore them and stay away from them. It's not a good thing."
The answer is yes.
In another tent, another purple-robed official, Jiang Wenyuan, was also asking about the horses. Compared with Zhou Fengxiang's attitude, this man who could have succeeded Wang Butang and become the military envoy was now just the deputy general manager of troops and horses.
The attitude of the officials was even worse.
"Tell them, stay safe, this is a military camp, not a peaceful residence!"
Jiang Wenyuan, who looked a bit old-fashioned, said with undisguised disgust.
His disgust is indeed deserved. Although he inherited his father's influence and got an official position, his official career has been prosperous, and he has reached the position of Weizhou governor in front of the palace. With the support of his fellow villager Gao Lingjun, he is about to serve as the northwest economic envoy. As long as he does
At this point, he is qualified to leave a place in the history books. For a general, this life is considered contented.
However, all this was ruined!
Of course, it was Zhang Chun and Chen Shao who ruined his bright future, but these deserters are not auspicious things!
If they hadn't been arrested in the capital, there wouldn't have been so many things!
"If you are showing off here, don't blame my military law for being ruthless." He said bitterly, and asked again, "Aren't those horses good horses? If so, they were collected for me. Are there any soldiers like them?
Are you bringing your own weapons and horses to show off in the army to show off the imperial court? It's outrageous!"
"Sir, it is indeed not." The attendant said, "It is just an ordinary horse."
"It's really good!" Jiang Wenyuan knocked on the table and said, "Take back the horses given to them by the army. Now that you have horses, you can ride your own."
I quickly answered yes and hesitated for a moment.
"Then, do you need to say hello to Mr. Zhou?" he asked in a low voice.
"Do I need to tell him about my military matters?" Jiang Wenyuan said with a glare.
I hurriedly responded and turned around to go out. When I reached the door, I was stopped again.
"Forget it, it's just a few horses. Don't ask for them. Let them keep them." Jiang Wenyuan said, "Let them go. Don't cause any more trouble on the way. We'll wait until we settle down in the northwest."
The follower breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly answered yes.
Cheng Jiaoniang didn't know that the horses she sent would make the two adults angry. Of course, even if she knew about it, she had no reaction.
The singing had stopped, and the small leather drum was held by Qin Thirteenth Lang in his hand, and he was beating it repeatedly, causing night birds to fly from time to time in the night.
"What else can the lady do?" he asked.
"I don't know." Cheng Jiaoniang replied.
"You can play the drums, but how about playing the piano? The flute and flute?" Qin Shisanlang asked, feeling regretful, "I should have known I would bring the piano."
As he spoke, a series of smooth drum sounds came out.
"Thirteenth Young Master, stop knocking. It's late at night and it will scare people walking at night." The maid couldn't help but lift the curtain and said.
Qin Shisanlang smiled and stopped, looking up and looking ahead.
"Madam, should you go straight to the city or find a place to rest?" he asked.
"It's convenient for you." Cheng Jiaoniang said, "I can take a car."
You can lie down or lie down and sleep anytime and anywhere.
Qin Shisanlang looked at her and smiled.
"It's a beautiful night, let's go on our way," he said.
The maid was a little surprised, thinking he said he wanted to rest.
Are you really not tired from walking this late at night?
"Madam, is this song of yours sung or freshly made?" Qin Shisanlang asked again.
Doesn't he want to talk all night?
The maid pouted and sat back.
"It's sung," Cheng Jiaoniang said, and then nodded firmly, "It's sung."
swirling around in her mind.
When a husband lives in the world, he should be a feudal lord; when a man is established, he should have meritorious deeds...
The drumming sound suddenly sounded, as if echoing the song she had been silently reciting.
Cheng Jiaoniang glanced through the raised car curtain, and Sanlang Qin, who was walking side by side, clapped his hands on the drum and hummed softly.
"I like it very much." He turned around and smiled.
"I like it very much too." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Under the strong night wind and the torch, the young man's smile was bright.
When the sky was dark, the men and horses arrived in front of the city gate.
The city gate has already been opened, eliminating the need for Qin Shisanlang to come to open the door specially.
"Thank you for your hard work this time." Cheng Jiaoniang said, saluting in the car.
Qin Thirteenth Lang took off his hood, his face showed the fatigue of not sleeping all night and the remaining coldness in the night, but his eyes were full of energy.
"So, do you owe me a favor?" he asked with a smile.
"Yes, I owe you a favor, what do you want?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
Qin Shisanlang laughed.
"This, this, this is so surprising," he said, "I have to think about it."
Cheng Jiaoniang smiled and lowered the car curtain.
The carriage swayed all the way to Yudai Bridge.
"I remembered." Qin Shisanlang said, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang who got out of the car.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked back at him.
"On August 15th, how about inviting my wife to enjoy the lanterns?" Qin Shisanlang said with a smile.
This kind of favor is not a favor at all, it is funny and comfortable.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and shook her head.
"This won't work," she said, "I already have an appointment."
Qin Shisanlang was very surprised.
"Have an appointment?" he asked, then smiled, "Is it with the Chen family or the Zhou family?"
Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head again.
"No, it's my fiancé's date," she said.
fiancé!
Qin Shisanlang was stunned.
What a strange three words to hear from this woman's mouth.
fiancé!
"Really?" he couldn't help but blurt out.
Cheng Jiaoniang had already turned around and started walking, but when she heard this, she stopped and looked back.
"What's wrong with this?" she said.
There is nothing false about this. Young men and women all want to start a family and have their own husbands and wives.
There will be.
Qin Shisanlang nodded, smiled, and watched the woman step into the door and close the door.
fiancé…
Of course it is true. He has also seen that young master of the Wang family. It is not false.
Qin Shisanlang stood for a moment and turned around.
"...All men are of one mind...Sisters share the same hatred...Loyalty and loyalty...Come for the bullfight..." He exhaled and urged the horse forward, humming softly in his mouth as he galloped away on the early morning streets.
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PS: In Chapter 114 "Each One", the name of the supervisor recommended by Chen Xianggong was written incorrectly and has been revised. (To be continued)
