high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 220 Make a Surprised Sound

Cups and cups were intertwined, and under the shadow of the brilliant candlelight, there was a mess of cups and plates.

The graceful dancers stepped barefoot on the bearskin blanket, their exposed waists were as warm as jade under the light,

The cloud sleeves swayed gently and danced with butterflies, and the slender waist slowly twisted the silk sash.

The warm and moist water waves like a spring stream in March flashed and flowed in the dancer's eyes.

Amidst the clinking of cups and the sound of drinking orders, Bai Shu could clearly hear a few people swallowing their saliva.

He glanced around, all the military generals and ministers in the house were drunk, and some of them were disregarding decency, and even hugged the dancers into their arms.

The teasing and intimacy sounded again, making people confused.

After receiving the seal letter and general talisman from Sima in the army, Bai Shu just arrived at the residence of the Julongwei Sanfu. Before he could meet his two subordinates, Captain Guo Yi, he actually saw the general who had heard the news first. .

Lord of the Three Houses, General Huaihua of the third rank, Zhang Deng!

Hastily removed the monk's robe and was dragged into the tent, he was already waiting for Baishu to take his seat.

"They're all beauties."

Suddenly, a rough voice sounded from behind, the bearded man straightened his crown, breathed out the smell of alcohol, and said with a smile to Bai Shu:

"Which one is your brother looking for? Just tell my brother, they are all brothers in the same mansion, and from now on, we will be partners who lick blood at the knife's edge and beg for life together. Don't be polite in everything!"

"House..."

Just as Bai Shu was about to get up, Zhang Deng pressed one hand on his shoulder. The physique of a fourth-grade Vajra is far beyond what Jiang Yaoshi can match. For a while, even he couldn't break free.

"You're welcome!"

Zhang Deng straightened his crown again, and shouted:

"They're all big names in brothels everywhere, just tell me which one you want!"

"no, do not want."

Bai Shu swallowed her saliva and declined:

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Fu. It's just that the young general's virtue is poor, and he really has no blessings."

"Brothers don't do things well, just like those stinky poor ones who wear top hats!"

Zhang Deng sat down awkwardly, filled a cup out of an ox horn bottle, and brought it to Bai Shu with his own hands.

Seeing the handsome young man drink it in one gulp, Zhang Deng frowned, and felt a little relieved.

"But brother with such a skin, I'm afraid you can't look down on those prostitutes."

The bearded man pinched the wine bottle, filled with emotion:

"Ever since Lao Deng returned to Zhongli half a year ago and became a rich man, the Captain Zhechong of the Three Houses has been vacant all the time. After much difficulty, the vacancy has finally been filled."

Julongwei is divided into seven prefectures, and under the prefect, the battalions are controlled by Zhechong Duwei.

Under Captain Zhechong, there are two other Captains Guo Yi from the fifth rank to assist in decentralizing power.

In name, besides Zhang Deng, he is the highest-ranking general in the Julongwei Sanfu.

For this banquet, he had just received the seal on his front feet, when he was caught by a lantern on his back feet and dragged to the camp for a banquet.

In addition to Zhang Deng and Bai Shu, this lord of the Three Houses also invited many people to accompany him in the name of cleaning up the dust.

There are not only a few lords of Julongwei, but the rest are guards, generals, captains, servants, doctors, and military commanders... Although they have never heard of the name, there is also the existence of the Four Realms King Kong among them. .

Zhang Deng's intention is probably not only to welcome the wind and wash away the dust, but also to use this banquet to frighten himself a bit.

In the flash of thoughts in his mind, Zhang Deng raised the wine bottle again, and said with a smile:

"Brother, who came to take over, did you follow the order of the adult, General An or Yan guarding?"

"It's the governor." Bai Shu said honestly, Zhang Deng's mouth twitched.

Good boy, you're still playing tricks!

"It's getting dark."

Seeing that some of them couldn't hold back for a long time, they openly spread the clouds and rained, Bai Shu couldn't sit still anymore.

In the turmoil of spring, with a wooden face, he gave a military salute to Zhang Deng, who was not surprised, and said:

"The young general will leave first."

"The thief kills the talent!"

Zhang Deng's face was also a little embarrassing, he kicked away the two naked meat worms that had rolled to his feet, and touched his nose:

"I'll send it to you!"

The sound of spring chant became louder and louder, Bai Shu took the drunk Xuankong into Niwan Palace, and walked out of the tent side by side with Zhang Deng.

The wind and snow were raging, rolling in people's faces, and it was dark outside the tent, and the sound of soldiers being drilled could be heard far away.

A group of patrolling soldiers obviously recognized Zhang Deng, they saluted from a distance, and seeing that the jade talisman beside them didn't warn him, they didn't go forward any more.

"After Old Deng returned to Zhongli, I'm used to it."

In front of Baishu's camp, Zhang Deng suddenly stopped in his tracks, and his tone was somewhat meaningful.

Bai Shu also stopped, and he smiled, but when he was about to speak, he was interrupted by a voice from inside the tent.

"Then you will be very comfortable from now on."

A majestic male voice came from the tent, heavy footsteps sounded, and a sturdy figure like an iron tower came into view.

The tall, white-faced man was carrying a long knife, and he had a long beard under his chin. His face was dignified, and he was not angry.

"Yan Guard?!"

Zhang Deng on the side was dumbfounded, before he had time to bow down, he saw a figure as fat as a pig bouncing towards him in the snow beside him.

"An... General An?"

When the jumping figure became clearer, Zhang Deng almost knelt down trembling.

It was a fat man as bloated as a pig, but judging by his stature, he was somewhat taller than the man with the knife on his back.

An Junchen, Yan Rui.

All of a sudden, the two real important ministers and veteran generals in the army put down their figures and gathered in front of a small Zhechong captain's camp.

Under Zhang Deng's astonished gaze, the fat man who was known far and wide in the armed forces knelt down beside Bai Shu's feet with a plop, his small mung bean-sized eyes narrowed into slits, and his fat face was full of flattery.

"Little boy."

An Junchen raised his face and said with a flattering smile:

"The snow country is windy and cold, but the young master is still used to it? The last general and Yan Zhenshou specially presented some small gifts to warm the young master's heart."

"Thank you, General."

An Junchen, a general of the Fuguo, with five realms of cultivation, was born in the Han clan. This man once murdered 20 civilians in Western Chu.

Yan Rui, the Great General of Zhen Guo, is also of the five realms, but this man is from the Yan family in Taizhou, with a prominent family background, he has been stationed at Zhengwei Border Pass for many years, and he is in charge of the frontier army.

As for the purpose of the two people's visit, Bai Shu can also guess a little bit, and he must have entrusted them with some advice.

Bai Shu stretched out his hand to help, An Junchen was also smiling, and got up from the snow.

Yan Rui prided himself on his status, although he was not as obsequious as An Junchen, he still had a smile on his face.

The three chatted for half a cup of tea, laughing at each other, but looked at Zhang Deng beside him in a cold sweat.

"The tent is simple, but it can also shelter from the wind and cold."

Bai Shu stretched out his hand to signal: "My lords, why don't you go to my tent to take shelter from the wind and snow, and I will serve you a cup of hot tea?"

"Young master is too polite!"

An Junchen shook his head, his eyes brightened: "I still have some chores to do, so I won't bother the young master to rest."

He saluted deeply, then patted Zhang Deng, who had no color on his face, and was about to laugh and walk away.

"General An."

Bai Shu suddenly called him.

"Mr. Zhang's banquet was very good." The handsome young man with golden pupils smiled: "I am very satisfied."

"The young general understands."

An Junchen was slightly taken aback. He looked at the panicked Zhang Deng, nodded, and then suppressed the fierce look in his eyes.

"It's your fate."

He patted Zhang Deng on the shoulder, bowed flatteringly towards Bai Shu, and said goodbye to the indifferent Yan Rui.

They walked side by side for a few zhang, and they parted ways without answering.

One goes south and the other goes north.

"Little...Little Master..."

Zhang Deng swallowed his saliva. After the two left, he almost had the feeling of escaping from death. Even his underwear was soaked with sweat.

"Thank you, little boy, for saving me!"

"Go back and rest." Bai Shu smiled warmly, helped Zhang Deng up, "I won't see you off."

Before Zhang Deng could say anything else, Bai Shu carried the drunk Xuan Kong into the tent.

In the midwinter snowstorm.Only Zhang Deng stood there with a complicated expression for a while, and when he left, his mind was still blank.

And in the tent, Bai Shu, who saw the things in the tent clearly, also had a blank mind.

"Turtle~"

Bai Shu let out a voice of surprise.

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(End of this chapter)