Going to the world of Duan Shujue and Ye Jiming takes a little trouble.
They must at least ask for permission from the transcribing system to avoid diplomatic disputes.
001, the master of the book-piercing system, once squatted in the classroom with Lou Ying, and it was considered a little friendship. When the two of them visited, they kindly invited Lou Ying and Chi Xiaochi, plus 002, to play a few rounds of mahjong together.
Chi Xiaochi readily accepted: "Do you want to bet on something?"
001 is eager to try: "Okay."
"I remember, you have a kind of electric shock collar here." Chi Xiaochi put one hand on the table and tapped out regular syllables, "Whoever loses will be electrocuted by that thing, how about it?"
001 and 002 looked at each other, and they both understood what Chi Xiaochi was referring to, which was unavoidable embarrassment.
Lou Ying didn't know Chi Xiaochi's mind, his heart was soft and hot, he grabbed his hand under the table, and scratched Chi Xiaochi's palm lightly, signaling him not to be too stiff with other masters.
Chi Xiaochi couldn't stand Lou Ying touching him like this, so he glanced at him and put his foot on his instep.
Without waiting for the other party to make a positive apology for that matter, Chi Xiaochi's smiling eyes curved: "Just kidding."
—Since he intends to be the master, he must maintain a good relationship with colleagues, but he needs to let his colleagues know that he will not easily forget some things, and the other party must also remember what he owes him.
If he forgot, he reminded him several times.
The card table was set up, and after a few laps, Lou Ying won.
Lou Yingshen is a master of card counting, not to mention that there is another Chi Xiaochi next to him, who keeps feeding him cards.
Chi Xiaochi, who assisted Lou Ying to successfully post 001 and 002 with white stripes, also went to 002's office to get a pass with a white strip on his own.
002's face that has always been without waves, against the backdrop of the white stripes swaying in the wind, also seems quite helpless.
He branded an electronic seal on the correspondence card: "Have a nice trip."
Chi Xiaochi took the correspondence card, put it between his fingers, and raised it at him: "It's a pleasure to play cards with you. See you next time."
002 touches his face: "..."
To be honest, he didn't really look forward to meeting this young human master again.
Two unexpected visitors came to the Tibetan Pearl Hall on the bottom of the sea.
When Ye Jiming came out of the inner room, he was in tandem with Duan Shujue, and it seemed that he was deliberately wrong.
Although he walked with a limp, he didn't want Duan Shujue to help him, he only snorted slightly when he sat on the soft cushion, supported his waist, and then sat firmly.
… It seems that the time has come at the wrong time.
Ye Jiming and Duan Shujue each occupy a seat, the former is closer to Chi Xiaochi, while the latter is mainly responsible for entertaining Lou Ying.
When Ye Jiming first saw Chi Xiaochi, he was stunned for a moment. He held a Luo fan against his chin, and said, "Why do you have such a stubborn temperament to have such a good skin. God is really unfair. "
Chi Xiaochi thought for a while, and felt that he was complimenting himself, so he accepted it shamelessly.
The two have similar temperaments, and they don't need to follow those sloppy etiquette.
Chi Xiaochi gossips: "Why are you angry with Duan Shujue?"
Ye Jiming snorted and raised the tea cup: "Tell him to speak for himself."
Duan Shujue smiled helplessly and said it in a succinct manner.
It turned out that not long ago, the real Wen Yujing ended his travels and returned to Jingxu Peak.
After all, the influence of the system on immortal cultivators is limited, and it cannot completely erase and cover the imprint left by Dong Feihong like in the world of Winter Song.
In the memories of Jingxufeng Chi Yunzi and others, Duan Shujue was still Wen Yujing's beloved apprentice.
When he went out, Wen Yujing had an apprentice, and he was curious, but he didn't deny it immediately, only after indirectly inquiring about Duan Shujue's identity and whereabouts, he passed the book to Duan Shujue using the Jingxu secret method. He went back to the mountain.
Duan Shu never went to the appointment and was ready to be expelled from Jingxu Peak.
Wen Yujing didn't have a second to say, and compared with him, in a hundred strokes, it was indistinguishable.
He carried the sword with one hand and gave Duan Shujue a comment: "Not bad."
Lou Ying also felt strange: "He recognized your apprentice?"
Duan Shujue nodded: "Yes."
Not only recognized it, but also unexpectedly voted for the contract.
This contract made Ye Jiming unhappy.
His family is a good fish. He used to travel around the mountains and waters with him, and he was very happy. Now he is called by the cheap master to learn swordsmanship, study swordsmanship, and be happy, leaving him alone in the Tibetan Pearl Hall. people too.
Yesterday, the fish came back with great difficulty, and he also brought a valuable gift. Ye Jiming planned to cool him down. Who wants to catch up with the impetuous days and roll around on the couch, so uncomfortable, Duan. As soon as Shujue came back, before he could put down his burden, he was dragged to the bed by Ye Jiming. I was so angry that I was rolling around on the bed, and before I could have a good theory in the same paragraph, I welcomed two uninvited guests.
However, the matter inside this room is not enough for outsiders.
Lou Ying and Chi Xiaochi looked at each other and planned to leave today.
They have already obtained the pass, and they can come whenever they want in the future.
When the guests left, there were only two people left in the luxurious Tibetan Pearl Hall.
Ye Jiming took a sip of tea, but because he was angry, he didn't taste anything good.
This tea was one of the gifts that Duan Shujue brought back this time. It was freshly picked tea leaves, and an inch of leaves was worth every inch of gold. It was not a luxury to raise a black snake.
Duan Shujue stood up and knelt in front of Ye Jiming: "Brother Ye."
Ye Jiming leaned on the soft pillow and rubbed his waist secretly, intending to let the fish know the fate of neglecting him for so many days.
Duan Shujue put his hand on his knee: "Look at me."
This sound just hit the secret in Ye Jiming's heart.
Ye Jiming opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe it.
When did this hypocrite learn to act like a spoiled child
Duan Shujue admitted his mistake graciously: "The apology I owed Brother Ye last night, and now I make up for it. First, I have already told Master to go down the mountain to practice swordsmanship, and return it after three years, and then Master will test the results."
… do not have to go back to the mountains for three years
Ye Jiming's ears perked up, and his heart was filled with joy.
Unexpectedly, Duan Shujue continued generously: "Second, I shouldn't be back for a long time, making Brother Ye so difficult..."
Ye Jiming's color changed slightly, his earlobes were flushed, and he spit at him: "Bah. You can't do it if I leave you? If I go outside and hold a bunch of corals, it's better than you!"
Duan Shujue listened patiently to Ye Jiming's nonsense, lowered his head and smiled and said, "Third, it's not good, you should practice more and refine your skills, so that Brother Ye will be satisfied as soon as possible."
These words were sweet and sweet. Ye Jiming was coaxed into a grin and grinned, "I know you still don't carry me back? Do you want me to go back?"
Duan Shujue obeyed and gently picked up his little black snake.
The snake-like attack was quite out of context, and when he grabbed his arm, Ye Ming was not successful.
The black snake's tail was wrapped around Duan Shujue's waist, wrapping tightly and shrinking in circles, like some kind of urgent reminder.
Duan Shujue did not take him to the bed in the Hall of Tibetan Pearls, but turned into a shark and placed the terrified him on a clump of corals that moved with the waves, rubbing his cavity with his cavity. , smiled and said, "Brother Ye's eyes are like a torch. The place you chose is really good."
"Well… "
The tails are intertwined, and the fine scales are rubbed lightly, causing the seabed water pattern to bark, which is always fascinating.
…
Three years after the new emperor ascended the throne, the world was at peace and the frontier was peaceful.
General Shi Jinghong was in charge of the southern border, and thieves did not dare to violate it, while Shi Xiaojun, Shi Tingyun, followed the annual practice and returned to Wangcheng to report his duties a few years ago.
On the day when Shi Tingyun looked back at the city, the new emperor led the crowd and went out of the city ten miles to greet him.
Shi Tingyun, who was wearing a jujube red cloak, saw the turbulent procession of honor guards from a distance.
There is no other reason. Everyone in the honor guard is dressed in red, and the ground is covered with a red carpet that stretches to the horizon that cannot be seen. It is like a welcoming team.
He called out "Drive" and rode his horse through the armour leading the way. When he came to a hundred meters before the guard of honor, he turned over and dismounted, and handed the reins to Li Yeshu who was accompanying him.
The jujube red cloak, which was accustomed to the strong wind outside the Great Wall, was rolled up with fine snow sleet, which set off his tall and heroic figure.
Yan Yuanheng, who had been waiting here for a long time, saw a familiar horse come out of the army. The person who came to hold the reins with one hand stopped a hundred meters away. The red shadow flashed between the horse's hoofs. He thought about the person for a long time. live there.
One person looked at the scene that seemed to be greeted by ten miles of red makeup, while the other only looked at him.
Shi Tingyun strode forward, leaned over and bowed: "The last general will see the emperor!"
Yan Yuanheng shook his hand: "How can the hand be so cold."
These words fell in the ears of others, it was the emperor's love for the general, but it was difficult to tell the difference between love and love.
When he bowed down, Tingyun raised his head and blinked his right eye quickly.
This mood made Yan Yuanheng's heart move, and he took his hand with one hand and walked into the sedan chair.
The Yan family and the Shi family have been close friends for several generations, and the emperor and general have been affectionate since childhood.
Only the two holding hands know each other's feelings.
Yan Yuanzhao, who was also greeted by the side, smiled, and the folding fan hit the palm of his hand, making a crisp "pop" sound.
After sitting in the sedan chair, Shi Tingyun rubbed his hands together: "What a big battle."
"Half a year ago, you won a big victory and frustrated the spirit of the Turks. You deserve it."
During the chat, Shi Tingyun was about to raise his hand, but Yan Yuanheng raised his hand before him, brushing the fine snow off his shoulders for him.
When he raised his hand, Shi Tingyun also caught a glimpse of the red ribbon on his wrist under the heavy yellow winter clothes, and his heart tightened slightly.
He smiled and said, "Why did the emperor think of using the ten-mile red carpet to greet the ministers?" It was not like Yan Yuanheng's style.
The emperor lowered his eyebrows: "This is the idea of the Sixth Emperor."
Time stop cloud fruit is good.
The emperor continued: "He already knew that you would come back, and at this time of the year, he didn't know where he got these many safflower stamens and sprinkled them on the road, saying that you haven't returned for three years, so be more solemn. Who is in the city? I don't know if he is on good terms with you, it's normal for him to be so flamboyant."
Such a delicious tone, when I heard it, I stopped and wanted to laugh.
—Yan Yuanzhao, the idle prince, can have such a great hand and create a red carpet of ten miles, and Yan Yuanheng can make the ministers greet each other in red and red, but he can only wear a little red between the bright and yellow, imagine I came to marry his wife.
Shi Tingyun approached him: "If the emperor does not listen to Yuan Zhao's opinion, and welcomes him like this, what should he do?"
The emperor raised his head, his cheeks were slightly red, and when he looked directly at Tingyun's eyes, he said, "Yan Yuanheng will come alone."
Of course it's a joke.
They are no longer young men, and they can't go to the ends of the earth on a horse.
But Yan Yuanheng was extremely serious.
He was always so serious that he took all his words as an oath.
The emperor welcomes the general in ten miles. Everyone praises it. Today's saints really love Shijia. It seems that the glory of Shijia will coexist with the dynasty for thousands of years.
As for the secrets of the monarch and ministers circulating in the Goulan tile, everyone just listened to it for fun, and did not take it to heart.
That night, General Shi Tingyun did not return to Shifu, and stayed in the palace. He wanted to chat with the emperor about state affairs, and he reached his feet and fell asleep.
In the palace, Yan Yuanheng disarmed his general.
He hasn't seen him for three years. He has an arrow wound on his shoulder, a knife scar on his forearm, and a slash across his calf with a saber.
Every time he took off a bit of clothes, Yan Yuanheng would ask him the origin of the scar, which year, which month, which battle, and after asking carefully, he leaned down and kissed his scabbed wound.
Shi Tingyun's body was hot, he gritted his teeth forbearance, and said with a smile, "It's the last general."
"This is what General Shi deserves." Yan Yuanheng put his arms around his waist, also holding back the strength of his arms, lest his thoughts would hurt him, "'On the return day of the Taiping Zhao, I and Mr. .”
In front of the swirling Luo tent, Lou Ying and Chi Xiaochi, who came to visit, only poked their heads and then both retreated.
Disturbing good things, the sky thunders.
What's more, this good thing may not happen once a year.
The two of them had nothing to do, and simply sat on the edge of the cornice of the watchtower at the head of the city, using the beasts on the roof ridge as the handrail.
They have plenty of time, enough for them to wait to see the sunrise of an imperial city.