"Haha, it seems that those old guys from Tiangongyuan are pretty good at their craftsmanship!"
A rough word came from the cabin. Everyone looked up and saw a burly general wearing silver armor and a bearded face walking out. This general had a big face and dark skin. He was none other than Annan.
General Chen Zihua...
"Yo! Yo! Yo!"
Before he got off the boat, the general looked at the people under the boat and couldn't help but uttered three yoyo words, each one louder than the other. He walked down the steps and got off the boat, and hurriedly stepped forward and said to Yang Huang;
"Master Ye, long time no see, I have met Master Ye"
"Don't... don't, don't... the general is serious."
Yang Huang hurriedly returned the gift. Although Chen Zihua was his father's subordinate and had often visited Yuwen's house in the early years, which was also very good to him, but after all, others were also third-rank generals, not himself, a fifth-rank cloud rider.
Wei could compare with him, but Chen Baihua didn't care. He patted Yang Huang's arm with a smile and said;
"Where did all these etiquette come from? It has lost all the vitality of young people."
When Yang Huang heard this, he could only respond with a smile!
"General Annan!"
Seeing Chen Zihua approaching, Nangong Changwan also bowed slightly and saluted;
"Hey! General Dingguo, long time no see."
Chen Zihua bent down slightly and saw Uncle Zhong on the side again. His expression changed and he stepped forward to salute;
"Hey! Uncle Zhong, why are you here too?"
"Why, you don't want to see me!"
Uncle Zhong replied coldly;
"No way...I'm a little surprised!"
Chen Zihua spread his hands and said;
"Okay! Xiao Chenzi... Since you are here too, let's go to the city! I have old arms and legs, and I can't stand for long..."
"Xiao...Chen...Zi?"
Hearing Uncle Zhong's words, Yang Huang couldn't help but open his mouth. Is it okay to call a third-grade general like this? Are you so awesome? Why do you know everyone?
When Chen Zihua heard this, he also had a helpless expression. He smiled at everyone present, called a deputy general over, and asked him to first take the army to the Xingyue Forest Town to station, while he followed Yang Huang and his party into Ningding.
city!!
"Then, Master Ye, which towns are you going to choose to garrison and gain experience?"
After everyone sat down in the lobby of the City Lord's Mansion, Chen Zihua leaned forward and asked Yang Huang;
"Forehead!!"
Yang Huang was suddenly speechless, glanced at Uncle Zhong calmly, and smiled broadly, looking helpless!!
"I think this Ningding City is indeed a good place..."
Chen Zihua said slowly again, looking back to see Uncle Zhong and his two men nodding and smiling at each other. Even Nangong Changwan, who had nothing to do with him, showed a smile...
"........."
"Did it change so quickly?"
Yang Huang became anxious after hearing this. He stared at Chen Zihua closely, as if he wanted to see the flowers. Chen Zihua felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at by him and twisted his body. Uncle Zhong on the side saw this and coughed lightly.
, said slowly;
“People get hungry quickly when they get old, so why not eat first!:
"Yes, yes... I am also hungry."
Chen Zihua echoed again and again, pretending not to see Yang Huang's sad eyes on the side...
"The kitchen has prepared meals. Please..."
Nangong Changwan stood up and greeted
"please........."
In the garden of the back house of the city lord's palace, Uncle Zhong seemed to be chatting very well with Chen Zihua. The two walked side by side, sometimes smiling, sometimes nodding, not knowing what they were talking about... Nangong Changwan was still the same person.
He looked calm and relaxed, but his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was worried. On the other hand, Yang Huang had a sad face. He tried to interrupt the conversation between Zhongshu and Uncle Zhong several times, but was ruthlessly interrupted.
Already....
As the saying goes, you can eat mountains if you rely on mountains, and you can eat water if you rely on water. As Ningding is the city guarding the city of stars and moons, naturally there are a lot of monster meats with different flavors, whether they are steamed, grilled, or fried. In short, the table is full of pots and jars. I don’t know what they are.
The predecessor recorded in the ancient books that the form complements the form, so the people in the Xingyue area like to eat monsters and beasts in order to improve their physical fitness, but no one knows that they are born to nourish the body, the body needs to die, and the body's essence returns to heaven and earth.
, has become a cycle of all things, except for the great demon who has realized the Dharma, but who can subdue the great demon who has realized the Dharma? How dare he eat it?...
However, it is good to eat delicacies from a foreign country occasionally. Seeing that the dishes were full, after Nangong Changwan delivered his speech, Chen Zihua took up his chopsticks, sometimes toasting with Uncle Zhong, and sometimes chatting with Nangong Changwan about customs and folk customs. It was very pleasant.
....
Yang Huang took a piece of fried meat with chopsticks. He couldn't stand the people chatting happily in front of him. He threw the light yellow fried meat into his mouth, chewed it, and said with some resentment;
"Two generals, Uncle Zhong, you eat first, while I go to take a snack..."
"Well, um..."
Everyone responded casually, and Yang Huang stood up and left the table!
General Annan will leave probably tomorrow, how will he get into it?
Walking on the path in the garden, Yang Huang couldn't help but think slightly. Judging from today's banquet, Uncle Zhong seemed to have no problems, and Nangong Changwan had no flaws. Yang Huang became more and more suspicious. In the hall of the city lord's mansion that day, whether he himself
The translation of Nangong Changwan's lip reading was wrong. Perhaps the person he was talking about was not Uncle Zhong. Although he was accustomed to lip reading, he was not without the possibility of making mistakes.
Turning the corner, a gust of breeze blew gently. Yang Huang couldn't help but squint his eyes. He couldn't trust the people in the other three cities and four fortresses. He secretly made up his mind and sighed as he looked at the weird rockery and rocks in the distance.
With a tone of voice, he walked back silently. Not far away, a bright white figure came from a distance. When Yang Huang saw this, he quickly saluted.
"Uncle Chen..."
"Oh...Master Ye..."
Chen Zihua also reacted, smiled slightly and said in return, and then said again;
"Oh my, I had a great time chatting with Uncle Zhong. I drank too much wine without realizing it, but I didn't know..."
"Oh! After the corner of this corridor, turn right and you will..."
"Oh oh...thank you, Master Ye..."
Chen Zihua glanced at the direction of Yang Huang's finger, then turned sideways to walk around him. At this moment, Yang Huang suddenly felt his right hand sink, and something unknown was stuffed into it.
In his own hands, he hurriedly looked up at Chen Zihua, but he didn't expect that Chen Zihua's figure had already disappeared around the corner in front...
"this....."
Finger caressing the wooden object in his hand, Yang Huang was a little overwhelmed. He secretly put the object in his arms, breathed a long sigh of relief, and returned to the backyard hall with a slight smile on his face!
Not long after, Chen Zihua also came from a distance, looked at everyone apologetically, and started chatting with Uncle Zhong and others. Yang Huang also changed from his normal behavior and occasionally added a few words, and the four of them were in Nanhai.
There was a lot of talk in the north, which was quite like a guest and a host getting along.
Unknowingly, while everyone was chatting and drinking, the sun's shadow gradually faded, and it was almost midnight. The evening breeze brought a slight coolness, blowing away the hot summer air of the day, and slowly came to the pavilion.
There was some coldness, and Chen Zihua seemed to feel something. He squinted at the hazy glow on the horizon that had almost disappeared, and said in surprise;
"Ah! Why is it so late... I really didn't realize it at all!"
"Humph! You can't drink anymore!"
Uncle Zhong held a wine glass, took a sip, and said to him
"Hey! I have to get up early tomorrow! I really can't drink anymore. Your Majesty's will is so unclear..."
"You kid, it turns out you have a very bright mind, so why not just go about your business!"
Uncle Zhong said angrily
Nangong Chang Wan, who was on the side, saw that the situation was over, and turned back slightly and said to Chen Zihua;
"The guest room has been cleaned. The general can rest at any time... I feel a little tired, so I will leave first."
As he spoke, he cupped his hands towards Uncle Zhong and Yang Huang, stood up and left lightly...
"This kid is not as good as you..."
Uncle Zhong looked at Nangong Changwan's back and said leisurely;
"Hey, Uncle Zhong is overrated, I'm not as good as General Dingguo"
"hehe..."
Uncle Zhong smiled and shook his head when he heard this, and said again;
"Okay, okay, the master is gone, let's take a rest!"
After saying that, he stood up, glanced at Yang Huang, and walked forward alone. Yang Huang also got up and followed him back to the room!
As soon as he entered the door, Yang Huang hurriedly put the door latch on the door and leaned in front of the lamp in the room. He carefully took out the object that Chen Zihua had put in his arms. He saw that the object was clearly a thin piece of wood chips.
I don’t know that Chen Zihua cut it off from the corner of the table. It was a small piece and was painted with light black paint. Someone dug out a small crescent moon in the middle of the black side. Seeing this scene, Yang Huang
Suddenly smiled,
"General Annan is really capable. No wonder my father uses him so highly."
Thinking in his mind, he moved his hand and held the sawdust in front of the light. The flames flickered a few times, and the sawdust burst into flames. After a while, it turned into fly ash. Then Yang Huang took out a few pieces of underwear.
They huddled together randomly, looking in the direction of Uncle Zhong's bedroom from time to time, murmuring in their hearts;
"No matter what is going on, Uncle Zhong, I will leave first. When I get home, I will tell my father to decide these things! You old man, just play your temper with Nangong Changwan more!"
After packing up, Yang Huang hid the luggage under the bed, called the servant to bring warm water, washed up, and fell asleep happily...
Then at the other end of the house, the lights in Chen Zihua's room flickered a few times and gradually fell into darkness!
Kyoto! Emperor Xiwu was still sitting in his study room, reviewing the memorials. A few days ago, the prince went out hunting privately and was severely punished by him. Now he is still under house arrest in the East Palace. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but put down his ink brush, picked up the ginseng soup and drank it slowly.
I took a sip. This soup was just sent by Yu Wen Wan'er. The taste and temperature were just right. After so many years, she was the only one who understood her. It was a pity that Yu Wen Wan'er did not have children, and the queen died early, leaving her alone.
A prince...and it seems that this prince cannot be helped up now...
"Dong dong..."
There was a slight knock on the door, and Emperor Xiwu couldn't help but come back to his senses slightly, put down the ginseng soup, restrained some of the warmth on his face, and said coldly;
"Come in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was slightly opened, and Li Jin walked in without making any noise, and saluted Emperor Xiwu;
"Your Majesty, a letter from Xingyue has arrived..."
The last two words were spoken so lightly that Emperor Xiwu didn't seem to hear them, and didn't reply for a long time...
"His Majesty?"
Li Jin waited for a long time and asked slightly
"Well, is it done?"
"It's done..."
Li Jin bowed and said again;
"That...that..."
Emperor Xiwu slowly came to his senses, took out a jade box from his arms with his right hand, and handed it to Li Jin slowly. His right hand seemed to be shaking a little, and it was stretched out in the air, shaking slightly. Li Jin saw this and hurriedly stepped forward.
Taking a step forward, he took the jade box, then took advantage of the opportunity to kneel down and say to Emperor Xiwu;
"Old slave, get up immediately and go to Xingyue..."
Emperor Xiwu didn't answer, just waved his hand, and Li Jin turned around and left!
The moment he closed the door, Emperor Xiwu also blew out the oil lamp in the room and sat cross-legged on the chair quietly. After a while, his bright eyes finally went out in the darkness.
"Huh? Huh!..."
Yang Huang was sleeping in a daze, when suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly woke up from his dream. He half-sited up and looked out the window with hazy eyes. Through the window coffin, he saw only a plain white outside the house, and the shadowy figures.
Under the shadow of the trees and vegetation, a few insects and frogs chirped one after another, making it very quiet.
He didn't dare to light a lamp. With the help of the moonlight, Yang Huang quietly put on his clothes, bent down and took out the bundle he had prepared, and carefully opened the door with his feet. At this time, the crescent moon had just reached its peak.
In the air, the slight sound of footsteps startled several singing frogs, and they jumped up and fled to the shade of the tree.