"As the deputy commander, you can not only receive the night guard's top newspaper, but also read many things. Take the initiative to take a look when you have time." After Zhang Fugui finished speaking, he went to eat by himself.
After eating for a while, Zhang Fugui looked at Zhou Hen and said, "Has anyone given guidance in the past two years?"
"Yeah." Zhou Hen nodded.
"Which one?"
"can not say."
"It's still the same as in the past. You can't beat a fart with eight poles... What happened to those people back then? I remember that one, the one who was blind in his left eye..."
On the wooden flying eagle, Zhang Fugui and Zhou Hen were chatting with each other.
Li Qingxian opened the communication charm disk.
After being promoted to Marquis Qiyuan, the imperial court gave him a new top-grade communication talisman plate, with five layers and eight communication talismans on each layer.
One of them is an 'official talisman', which can receive important information. In addition to listening to sounds, you can also browse a large amount of information stored by Night Guard.
Li Qingxian touched the official talisman and saw two faint red lights flying towards his eyes.
A large amount of documents appeared in front of Li Qingxian's eyes, and he flipped through them one by one. After a while, he mastered the skills and searched for information about King Chu.
Even for the Night Guard, the information about the King of Chu is covered up, and all important places are blacked out.
In some places, a whole page is painted.
Turning to the latest information, Li Qingxian stopped.
The king's golden seal was taken away, and the king of Chu was traumatized and his foundation was damaged. He fell from the fourth rank to the fifth rank.
Li Qingxian remembered that the previous information about King Chu showed that King Chu could be promoted to the third rank at any time.
Li Qingxian carefully thought about it, as a prince, if his cultivation is particularly poor, he is destined to not get the right to inherit. At that time, the eldest son of Emperor Tiankang could not be named the prince because his cultivation was too poor and he was mediocre in all aspects.
But if your talent is astonishing and your cultivation level is as high as the sky, it is not a good thing to cause fear when competing for the crown prince.
Late at night, the wooden eagle landed, and a group of people entered the west gate of Shendu City in a carriage and slowly headed to Night Guard.
The carriage arrived at the night guard's door and several people dismounted.
Zhang Fugui said as he walked: "The order from above is too urgent, and there is no time to arrange a place for you. I'm sorry... The Lord Commander will arrange for you to stay in Chunfeng Residence temporarily. You can decide a place after everything is settled."
"Chunfengju is quite good." Li Qingxian said.
"The autumn wind is about to blow in Shendu City." Zhang Fugui said and stepped forward.
Li Qingxian was dressed in a third-grade luck official uniform, which radiated brilliance in the middle of the night, reflecting his young face and looking out of tune with the rest of the people.
Occasionally, the night guard on duty would pass by, and he would immediately step back and stand on the side of the road, lowering his head slightly, waiting for Zhang Fugui and Li Qingxian to pass by.
When people passed by, the night guards looked at each other and whispered.
"That seems to be Gang Feng's son?"
"The son of Gang Feng is now the Marquis of Qiyuan. Look at that official Qi Luck uniform. He's so impressive."
"But why did he return to Night Guard without hearing any news?"
"Both the right commander and the right commander have been replaced. Now that the deputy commander is back, Night Guard is afraid..."
"Shh..."
Revisiting the old place, cobblestone roads, rockeries, rows of green trees, red pillars, verandas... scenes from the past flashed in my mind.
Things are different, everything is so familiar yet so strange.
When he reached the door of Chunfeng Residence, Li Qingxian stopped.
The paint is mottled, the grass in the cracks of the steps is green, and the dead grass on the wall is swaying gently in the wind.
Two unfamiliar young guards stood at the door, bowing their heads in salute.
Zhang Fugui sighed and said, "I haven't lived here for two years and I just cleaned it out. Don't be surprised."
Li Qingxian nodded, crossed the threshold, and walked around the screen wall.
What comes into view is the lotus pond, with a faint stinky smell wafting through the pond. The lotus leaves are yellow and rotten, and the whole pond looks like a huge manger.
The trees on both sides of the road exuded a strong smell of grass sap and had just been pruned.
Li Qingxian looked up at the plaque on the hall door ahead.
Spring Breeze Residence.
Everyone stood quietly, Zhang Fugui also remained motionless.
After a long time, Li Qingxian took a step forward.
Walking to the door, he pushed it open with both hands, a creaking sound tore through the darkness, and a faint rotten smell hit his face.
Zhang Fugui's personal guards hurried forward and lit the candles.
Li Qingxian walked around the table, sat on the huanghuali wood armchair with crane patterns, and looked at the large table.
There are simple Four Treasures of the Study placed on it. The tabletop is less smooth and round, and has more cracks and dryness.
The index finger of your right hand gently slides along the edge of the table in front of you.
It's rougher than before and makes my stomach hurt.
Zhang Fugui said: "You can make do with it first. If you need anything, go directly to the finance department. Wei Yong won't dare to embarrass you. Next time you help Wei Yong catch a traitor, remember to call me and I'll see what's new."
"What happened to him and his wife?" Li Qingxian asked.
"I don't know the specifics of living in separate rooms. I'm not the kind of person who likes to inquire. But I heard that Mrs. Wei rarely went out of the yard and liked to sit in the yard in a daze. Wei Yong also took in three concubines.
, the concubine in the first room is from a wealthy family, she is round and plump, and her breasts can be squeezed to make water. The concubine in the second room..."
Everyone stared at Zhang Fugui in amazement as he kept a close eye on his family treasures. For such a hard-to-inquire person, he could probably tell what color and pattern underwear Wei Yong's three concubines were wearing today.
Zhang Fugui spoke for half a quarter of an hour before he suddenly stopped and said: "I won't bring up the old things. Some people have said bad things about you in the past two years, and Wei Yong is still here to help you."
After chatting for a while, Zhang Fugui took the people away.
The dim candlelight flickered, illuminating Li Qingxian, Zhou Hen and Yu Ping.
Li Qingxian said: "We'll stay here tonight. Uncle Zhou, are you ready to take part in the third-grade Qingyun test?"
"In two years, I have no interest in the title."
"Okay. Let's go to bed first. Wear casual clothes tomorrow morning and go have some mutton soup."
"Okay!" Yu Ping nodded repeatedly.
Zhou Hen took Yu Ping away, and Li Qingxian sat on the chair, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep sitting down.
The wind in Beijing's dream was a bit cold, the sky was dark and bright, and Li Qingxian woke up.
Tiny bloodshot eyes curled up.
Li Qingxian squinted his eyes and thought quietly.
Just after dawn, I heard familiar voices chatting outside the door.
"Brother Han, I'm not bragging to you. The noodles in Qiyuan City are a hundred times more delicious than those in Jingcheng. Especially the big steamed buns that are freshly baked. They are crispy on the bottom and soft on the top. They smell fragrant and sweet when you bite them.
of……"
"I just want to ask how the situation is in Qiyuan City."
"The pasta and mutton in Qiyuan City are very good, and the angoony and other delicious food are also delicious, but there are few vegetables..."
"Didn't you and Mr. Li learn anything useful?"
"I learned a lot...well...let me think about it..."
Li Qingxian shook his head, put on his clothes, and pushed out the door.
Yu Ping and Han Anbo both turned to look over.
Han Anbo was wearing a washed white Yewei Tsing Yi. He stood at the foot of the steps and raised his head. When he smiled, his face had clear wrinkles, and his eyes were slightly clear when illuminated by the morning light.
There are more gray hairs on his head than two years ago.
"Brother Han." Li Qingxian smiled.
Han Anbo smiled and said: "No, no, no, you are the Marquis of Qiyuan now, and you will have to be called the Marquis from now on."
