It turned out that last night, Zhao Xingwen was teaching basic passwords to the militiamen, and then he met Xiang Chengfang, who was also explaining pharmacology to the group of pharmacists in the Ren family ancestral hall.
Xiang Chengfang saw him and asked hesitantly: "General Zhao, do you know if you have the ability to do me a favor and go into the young master's pharmacy to get some elixirs?"
"What's the point? Just wait." Zhao Xingwen agreed smoothly, turned around and left. Before Xiang Chengfang could speak again, his figure had disappeared.
It wasn't until he went to the Hou Mansion that he found out why Xiang Chengfang asked him to go to the Hou Mansion and asked him if he had the ability.
The institutions previously opened by Ming Xiangyuan and Prince Mo's Mansion have been closed. Only the institutions of the Hou Mansion still exist.
Wherever Zhao Xingwen landed, arrows chased him, and thorns shot up from the ground. He was already sweating profusely before he even stepped through the door.
But his bullshit had already been blown away, and now he went back empty-handed, where would he put his face...
He simply bit his gums, stood up from the ground, and leaped from the sky.
A big net rushed towards him. In panic, he drew his knife and inserted it into the wall next to him to use force to turn sideways.
Unexpectedly, Kankan avoided the big net, but his ankles tightened. When he was avoiding the big net, a rope came out from nowhere and pulled him straight towards a row of spikes.
Seeing that the sharp thorns are about to sink into the body, he will not die but will be disabled.
He complained in his heart, what does this mean to him
Can you do this yourself
He died before he left the army. He hadn't even entered the battlefield yet, and he was about to end up here. The Zhao family's face... was all lost to him alone.
Zhao Xingwen wailed and closed his eyes in resignation. Until the pulling force of the rope suddenly stopped, he let out a 'huh' sound in his heart. It didn't feel painful at all.
He was still in shock. He closed his eyes and groped his thighs and whole body, but there was no feeling of sticky blood. A clear female voice sounded in his ears: "Don't touch me so hard, why don't you get up quickly."
The voice sounded unfamiliar to Zhao Xingwen, but the joking tone was inexplicably familiar. When he opened his eyes, he saw a woman with her hands folded across her chest, a playful smile on her lips, a slight frown between her eyebrows, and a slightly impatient look. Looking at him.
That look of disgust looked so familiar, but that face was clearly unfamiliar to him.
Zhao Xingwen asked while untying the rope around his ankle: "Do you know me, girl?"
Xia Chu looked startled, and then he remembered that he was still pretending to be a girl, and Zhao Xingwen didn't recognize it.
The smile on her lips deepened, and she glanced at the rope at his feet: "Who doesn't know General Zhao's bravery?"
Zhao Xingwen followed her gaze and looked at the rope that had just been untied. His face was green and yellow, and he was extremely embarrassed. He changed the subject and asked, "Who is the girl? Why are you in the Hou Mansion?"
Xia Chu originally saw Xiao Zimu and Xiao Mubai busy on their own. After she finished administering the acupuncture to the emperor, she thought of Wuma Huacai when she had nothing to do.
Now that Chang'an is under siege, he didn't say last time that the ancestor of the Wuma family was the first military strategist in history. Xia Chu took a chance and came to see if the descendants of the first military strategist had any ideas.
She also suffered some losses when she first came in, and almost fell into the trap of the Hou Mansion. If it weren't for her peerless Qinggong, her end would not be much better than that of Zhao Xingwen just now.
At the beginning of the summer, he went to Huayuan in a state of embarrassment, covered with mud, and cursing. Wuma Huacai still looked as comfortable as a wandering crane, holding a book and drinking tea in the house, as if the smoke outside Chang'an City had nothing to do with him.
"Chang'an has been recovered, why is your agency still open?" Xia Chu kicked open the door and looked at his virtue with his hands on his hips, getting more and more angry: "Huh? Why?"
Wumahua glanced at her, raised his eyebrows and asked indifferently: "Who are you?"
Xia Chu was angered by his provocative glance, and his expression really didn't deserve a beating.
She picked up the book in his hand and knocked on his head. While knocking, she resumed her slightly rough voice when she was wearing men's clothing and asked, "Do you still want the bell? Do you want it anymore? Huh?"
Xia Chu made too much noise, which alerted Mo Xiang. When Mo Xiang saw this scene, he was about to call someone, but Wuma Huacai rebuked him repeatedly.
Wumahua's face was stunned after hearing Xia Chu's voice and question. His eyes flicked from her face to her face. He was stunned for a while before asking, "Did you cum?"
Xia Chu blinked twice, and it took him a long time to follow his gaze and realize what he meant on his face... He thought he had been shot into a eunuch by his mechanism, and immediately shouted angrily: "Witch! Horse! Hua! Cai!" !”
Wumahua just dodged the book she threw at him. He coughed lightly and took over the topic she was talking about: "Chang'an won't last long and the city will have to be breached. It will be opened again then, which is troublesome."
When Xia Chu heard this, his anger only increased: "I know you are still drinking tea and reading here comfortably. By then, we will have to finish the two-year appointment."
Wumahua just picked up the book from the ground and patted the dust on it: "Even if Chang'an is broken, they can't attack this mansion."
Xia Chu sneered: "Do you think they will treat you politely and honorably if they enter the city? If they can't get in, they won't burn you to death?"
Wuma Huacai really didn't think of this. He knew that a palace coup had occurred, but he had never seen anything like the destruction of Kyoto in seizing the throne.
He originally thought that Kyoto was made of iron and that the prince was a flowing water.
That's why it's so leisurely.
Now, after hearing what Xia Chu said, his expression changed.
Xia Chu had already dug out a stack of papers from the cabinet and placed it heavily on the table: "There will be a war tomorrow. You can at least give me some mechanisms to defend the city."
The corner of Wuma Hua's mouth twitched: "There are only a few hours left, and you are too..."
Xia Chu put his hands on the table, leaned towards him, and looked at him for a moment, his eyes filled with light: "No matter whether you can think of a way to defend the city or not, I will send you away tomorrow. , our agreement ends here, and you are now free."
Before Wuma Hua finished speaking, she was suddenly interrupted. His slightly frowned eyebrows gradually turned into shock as she spoke. He originally thought that when Xia Chu opened his mouth, he would definitely use the previous agreement to force him.
But he didn't expect that she actually said she wanted to send him away...
Xia Chu took out the pair of bells from his purse and handed them to him: "The Wuma clan has been hiding from the world for a hundred years. If you come to this troubled world for these pair of bells... take them and go into seclusion tomorrow."
The pair of bells collided with each other due to the force handed over by Xia Chu, making a crisp 'dinging' sound. The unicorn patterns on the bells were revealed in full with the impact.
Wuma Huacai's pupils suddenly turned into a black pool, bottomless, looking straight at the pair of bells.
After a moment, he looked fascinated, his mouth tightened, and he stretched out his hand excitedly but slowly.
As soon as Xia Chu let go of his hand, the pair of bells fell into his hands...
(End of chapter)