In a stockade in Xiliang, a handsome man squatted at the entrance of the bamboo building and looked up at the sky.
Wandering beyond the sky.
The guards of Mocheng personally sent Nanling King and Princess Nanling out of the customs. This news has spread throughout Mocheng and even Xiliang.
He naturally knew it.
What left him at a loss was that the master left, and when he left, there was no signal to tell him to retreat.
Does the master have other arrangements? Are you planning to let him continue to hide in Xiliang to get information
But even if you want to continue lurking, you should give specific arrangements and directions.
He felt inexplicably, shouldn't he, the master forgot about what he was undercover
Impossible, impossible, who is the master? The king of Nanling who has carefully planned the layout and never made a single mistake!
How could there be such a major mistake of forgetting subordinates.
The master must have another arrangement.
He waited.
"Is the injury better today? Don't squat by the door, sit with a stool."
Behind him came the soft voice of a woman.
The man was so awake, he immediately covered his shoulder with one hand and felt uncomfortable, "Oh, the wound is still aching, I will rest again when I lie down."
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The angle of view was earned, Wei Lan was still looking at the person in the window from the back window, his entire face was wooden.
Just now, she said, "I forgot Wei Cheng, I forgot...
Did he hear it wrong
Turning his gaze to look at his master, his face was as calm as always, and he didn't suddenly think of someone's expression. As soon as Wei Lan was about to comfort his master, he must have not forgotten, so he heard the man say, "Wei Cheng is still in Xiliang? Oh, yes, Then let him stay there and remind him to pass information back and keep his eyes on the new emperor of Xiliang."
When Wei Lan left, his heart was beaten up and down. When he saw Wei Hong, his emotions instantly changed again, greatly gloating.
"Da Hong, guess what happened to Wei Cheng's kid? The master sent him to respond to Qinglian, and later let him sneak into Xiliang to steal information, but when the master left with her daughter, he didn't think of this person at all. You said he was much more. Inconspicuous? Hahaha!"
"When you were thrown into Cangwu Town for more than nine years, the master didn't think of you much, right?" Wei Hong wondered, where did the superiority of these two guys make fun of others
Erhuolan, "..." The hero doesn't mention being brave.
In the backyard wing, Liu Yusheng has recovered from shock, very pitiful for Wei Cheng, "I guess Wei Cheng doesn't even know that he has been forgotten."
"There have been too many things recently, I just didn't think of it for a while."
"... Is there any difference?"
Knocked on his fingers, Feng Qingbai was serious, "Wei Cheng is a hidden guard, and what the hidden guard has to do is to make others not feel his presence. At this point, Wei Cheng has done very successfully. When he comes back, I will give a certain amount. Testimonials."
Liu Yusheng nodded, um, Wei Cheng was indeed very successful on this point. Not only did he make others not feel his presence, but even the master forgot him.
Make people dumbfounded.
This incident is over, Liu Yusheng did not ask Feng Qingbai where Wei Cheng was sent to Xiliang. No matter where it was, he was just collecting information on Xiliang, and trying to make Nanling better understand Xiliang for the two countries. If there is any conflict, Nanling can quickly make the best response.
"I think Croton Red Beans. After the busy farming period, let's go back to Beijing first." Liu Yusheng said softly when he put the last medicinal material into the furnace.
Going to the northwest and Xiliang, it takes six months to go, she really wants two babies.
Especially when teasing the little children in the village in the morning, the miss is even deeper.
"Okay, I'll go back when I'm busy with farming." Feng Qingbai responded.
What they said was going back, not going back.
Now that the overall situation of Nanling is stable, Feng Qingbai does not need to keep an eye on the affairs of the court, and the helpers he picked for Feng Mohan have also begun to form a team. There are Liu Zhixia, Yuan Yuan, the veteran of the three dynasties, and even the entire cabinet minister.
The Iron Triangle, which was the opponent of Feng Qingbo Feng Mohan, had already gone to the second place. The last part of Qin Xiao was dragged by them to their own camp, and the empress dowager also eased relations with them.
The time has come to get away.
Xinghua Village is their home.
Achievement and retreat, angelica.
On the square table, a white mist came out of the medicine stove, and the faint smell of medicine spread slowly in the room. The men and women in the room were still doing their own things, with a light smile on each other's lips.
The days in Xinghua Village are very dull. Day after day, the people of the crops go up and rest at sunset, which is very regular.
Like the green river at the entrance of the village, the level of the river is slow and silent, and there are almost no waves.
But the people here, the cozy, laid-back, simple and uncontroversial in life, you can never see in the noisy and bustling imperial city.
Here, the product is the state of mind.
In the morning, Qian Wanjin moved the bamboo chair to the yard and lay on it to enjoy the morning coolness.
Taking advantage of the sun's absence, I can enjoy a half hour.
"That's how to live." Qian Wanjin sighed, closing his eyes and squeezing the soft flesh on his belly with both hands.
People who live comfortably will feel fat and fat. That's why he is fat.
"Grandma, what do you do for breakfast in the morning?" Qian Wanjin raised his throat and asked the busy old woman at the stove.
"The weather is too hot. If you eat lighter ones in the morning, you won't have pancakes and fried spring rolls. If you eat too much, you will get angry. Keep it simple today. Drink porridge and get pickles." The old woman also murmured.
"Add two salted eggs, grandma."
"Okay, the salted eggs are marinated at home, and they are delicious. With your mouth, nothing is delicious."
"How can I not know how to eat in a restaurant? Especially with your craftsmanship, I can't help it."
Coaxed the old woman behind the stove to smile.
Old man Liu burned the fire in front of the stove, listening to the conversation between the old and the young, and said with a smile, "This kid, he has eaten so much to raise his tongue, and his tongue is slippery."
Mr. Qian was washing at the door of the stove. He nodded and agreed with this. "This stinky boy is a little bit capable except for a mouth. He is basically useless."
He didn't say anything about this sentence.
The people in the compound got up one after another, took their respective cups and towels, fetched water, and squatted in rows under the eaves of the kitchen porch, brushing their teeth and washing their faces while joining the camp of killing a certain gold.
It's almost like a group attack. He counts the crimes of a certain gold, and in the end it is a crime to grow too tender and white.
On the other hand, Qian Wanjin, lying on a bamboo chair not far away, let these crowds attack him, standing still.
What turmoil has he never seen, Xiaoye Qian? Being Qunzhun has been from childhood to adulthood, and the bronze skin and iron bones have been practiced a long time ago. Are you afraid of such a little spitting
Liu Yusheng was late to follow the trend of Qingbai, and what he saw was a group of Confucian scholars fighting with a golden tongue.
Of course, the scene couldn't be as sharp and subtle as Chaotang's lips and tongues.
After spending more than ten years in Xinghua Village, Qian Wanjin has completely learned the essence of quarrels among the country folks. Describe it in one word, vulgar.