Dress up and fight!

Chapter 1311 Ming Jun Cultivation Plan (35)

An Jingyu pursed his lips and did not speak. Who would have thought that Xue Wuchen would keep moving, and then he would use a stick to pick open eight small holes that were connected together.

These small pits spread all the way to the door of the kitchen, and An Jingzi thoughtfully put some wood in two of them.

Xue Wuchen folded his arms around his chest, and looked at An Jingyu with a sneer on his face: "Your thought is really meticulous." It's a pity that it didn't work in the right place.

An Jingyu didn't speak, but walked into the kitchen with his head down. On the table in the kitchen was a bucket of rice that An Jingyu had just made.

Xue Wuchen went to the table and stretched out his foot to kick his own stool, only to see that the sturdy stool fell apart in a rattle.

Xue Wuchen stretched out his slender fingers and shook in front of An Jingxuan: Fight me, you are too young!
Realizing that all the tossing and tossing all afternoon was in vain, An Jingzi was like a defeated rooster, walking dejectedly to serve the dishes.

Xue Wuchen looked at An Jingyu's back with interest, and unconsciously pressed his right hand on the table.

As a result, he heard a "touch", and he pushed the originally stable tabletop up, and the rice bucket on the table slid towards the ground under the inertia of gravity, and clattered to the ground.

Xue Wuchen: "." The brat is so big at playing, isn't he afraid of being beaten to death by Jin Qing!
At this time, An Jinghe's demonic voice sounded in his ears: "Min'er, Mr. Xue wasted food, he threw the rice bucket."

Xue Wuchen: "." What if you want to clean up the door.

An Jingyu was sitting at the door of the kitchen eating steamed buns stuffed with peach blossoms, smiling as he watched Jin Qing chasing and beating Xue Wuchen all over the yard with a stick: I had such a happy birthday!
Who wants to bite it down, An Jingzhe grinned and frowned: Why is it salty!
An Jingbo stood up and walked towards the jar where he pickled peach petals. He pickled the peach petals before digging the pit. The peach blossoms tasted very fast, and it was just right for him to eat now.

Picked up a little bit with his hand and put it in his mouth, and then An Jingzi twisted his whole face into a ball: it was salty, he felt his tongue was stiff, but he was still reluctant to spit it out.

The candied petals in this jar turned into salted petals.
Knowing that the incomprehensible Xue Wuchen must have done this, An Jingzi gritted his teeth and picked up the jar, only to find that there was still a small oil-paper package on the jar.

Opening the oiled paper, it turned out to be a picture of mountains and rivers, and a piece of letter paper.

"Stupid boy, happy birthday, eat less sugar when changing teeth."

An Jingxi unfolded the map of mountains and rivers, and the majestic painting was immediately displayed in front of him.

It has to be said that Xue Wuchen is really a master in the world of Danqing. This painting is so lifelike that it makes people feel like they are actually there.

I don't know where Xue Wuchen bought such a big rice paper.

An Jingyu suddenly felt his nose sore. He rubbed his slightly red eye sockets, carefully carried the pictures of mountains and rivers and letters on oiled paper into his arms, and then went to the door and shouted to Jin Qing: "Min'er , he also wasted salt and sugar." So you must hit him twice more.

Xue Wuchen's voice was even more miserable. Fortunately, this side is the cold palace, and something happened to the emperor, otherwise such noise would have attracted outsiders.

As the sun was setting, Jin Qing was holding a fire stick and chasing Xue Wuchen, who usually didn't move, around, while An Jingzhen was leaning against the door frame and frowning, eating the salted peach blossom steamed bun in his hand.

The golden sunlight shone in the courtyard of the cold palace, covering the cold palace with a layer of gorgeous tulle, which was as beautiful as an illusion.

border town
A group of Central Plains people dressed as refugees lined up to enter the city.

A refugee who wrapped himself tightly in a black cloth staggered into the city gate, but was stopped by the guards at the gate.

The soldier guarding the gate shouted loudly: "Who are you, why don't you take off your cloak quickly."

Recently, people from the Kuba tribe often pretended to be Dayu Dynasty and wanted to sneak into the city, so they were very vigilant.

Hearing what the soldier said, the people who entered the city with him behind the man became anxious and wanted to argue with the soldier, but they were stopped by the man calmly.

While stretching out his hand to pull his hood, the man explained to the soldiers in a hoarse voice: "Master Bing, I escaped from the hands of those barbarians. Please let me go to the city to rescue me." One life."

After the hood was pulled down, everyone gasped in unison: what kind of face is this.

The left side of this man's face is not bad, there is only a shallow knife mark on it.

But the face on the right was twisted into a ball, as if a piece of flesh had been gouged out and sewn up again.

Not only that, one of his eye sockets was empty like a black hole, and one of his ears was cut off.

Even the fingers are incomplete.

There are only two fingers on the left palm, and three on the right.

The soldier looked at the man from head to toe in amazement, only to find that the reason why the man was limping was because his right leg could not be straightened.

After the man saw the soldier's probing eyes, he lifted up his robe without concealing it: "Those barbarians dug my right knee." The wound on his body was obviously caused by abuse, even though he What he said was a rotten hype would eventually be questioned. What he needs most now is time, to hurry to the city as soon as possible.

Therefore, at this time, Bo sympathy is obviously the best way.

Seeing this man's calm attitude, the soldier felt a little more sympathy for him, and even forgot to ask this man how he escaped after suffering such a serious injury, and how he escaped back to the border town smoothly. put people into the city.

At the same time, the soldiers hated the Cubans even more.

After the man entered the city, he limped towards the west of the city.

The soldier looked at the man's back and shook his head slightly: the west of the city is where the poor gather, and sometimes the servants of the big families will go to them to find people to work.

But the man was so badly injured that he didn't know if he could support himself
Then the soldier shook his head mockingly: Kuba's actions became more and more intensive, and he might become a toy for the Kuba people to relieve boredom like this man.

At that time, I don't know if I will survive as well as this person.

Born in troubled times, who is qualified to sympathize with whom?
The man was not walking fast, and even the refugees entering the city behind him had already passed him.

He just lowered his head, carefully watching the road in front of him to prevent pedestrians from knocking him down.

When he reached the entrance of an alley, the man saw the man at the city gate who wanted to fight for him, waving to him.

Seeing that there was no one around, he walked slowly into the alley on crutches, and followed that person to a gatehouse.

The person who led the way knocked rhythmically on the door a few times, and saw that the door was hurriedly opened from the inside, and then a man dressed as a coolie poked his head out from inside.

(End of this chapter)