retaliate

Chapter 104 My Name Is Wahai
Yang Xuan wandered around the city.

Behind him, Wang Laoer looked at the sides vigilantly.

"I have seen Ming Palace."

"Did Ming Fu eat?"

"have eaten."

"Mingfu." An old man was sitting outside the door, apparently unable to move.

Yang Xuan nodded, "But is there any difficulty?"

"Weifu private visit!" Suzaku said: "Why can't we see beautiful women in weifu private visit? A hero saves the beauty, Yuhe by the Daming Lake!"

The old man struggled to get up, Yang Xuan held him down, and said with a smile: "Taiping City is small, small has its advantages..."

People gradually gathered around, Yang Xuan said: "We are like a family in this small town."

The old man had probably never met such an amiable official in his life, and he was trembling with excitement.

Yang Xuan didn't urge him either, the old man said for a while, "Will the horse thief come again?"

Look at scaring these people... Yang Xuan smiled and said: "Deng Hu and his gang are injured this time, and they won't be able to come here for a while, don't worry."

"Anyway! The Ming Palace is here, so how can I not feel at ease?"

The old man was a little shy, "Old man... I just want to! This horse meat is really delicious."

"The horse thief has come to eat the horse meat!" cried a child.

Yang Xuan: "..."

Once upon a time, horse thieves were ghosts to these people.But now everyone is shouting and beating.

Looking at these people, the energy and spirit are fundamentally different from the beginning.If Deng Hu dared to come again, without Yang Xuan's mobilization, these profit-driven common people would regard them as fat sheep.

From scourge to fat sheep, it is only in Yang Xuan's hands.

But some people in the crowd looked indifferent.

"Mingfu, I have your letter."

Zhen Siwen trotted over and said out of breath, "I just arrived."

"Please praise." The green light stayed on lazily.

Yang Xuan patted Zhen Siwen on the shoulder, "Swen is not bad."

Zhen Siwen's face was reddish, he was too excited.

After receiving the letter, Yang Xuan opened it...

——Yang Xuan, seeing a letter is like meeting you.

Yang Xuan was stunned by Juanxiu's handwriting, and then read on.

——The Guozijian has been very lively recently. A group of professors made all kinds of feather stags, which fluttered down from high places, or flew in the forest.

It's all my fault!
Yang Xuan just thinks about that scene and finds it beautiful.

Metaphysics originally pursues freedom and freedom, and their ultimate goal for countless years is to ascend.But after countless years, there is still no possibility of ascension.

Feathers and stag tails, this is the golden wind and jade dew, once they meet, they will win, and there are countless in the world.

I think the professors will be more free and easy.

——The city of Chang'an is not peaceful, those people are still attacking the left minister.

The emperor added a family of four surnames, which is almost an invincible mode.But after these three years, Chen Shen is still as stable as Mount Tai.

——I have been thinking about medical skills recently, and the predecessors have left countless treasures, and I wander among them, and the feeling is indescribable.

Is it happiness?

Yang Xuan's heart felt a little sour.

——I heard that the northern border is bitterly cold, you...be careful.

After Yang Xuan received the letter, his spirits were lifted.

"Inexplicably, I like you..." The music rang in my ears, and the green lights of the scrolls in the skin flashed one after another, like a naughty child rolling.

Back at the county shed, Cao Ying said with a strange expression, "A sheep died."

Yang Xuan coughed dryly, "Got it."

So there is more lamb for lunch.

It's been a long time!

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes happily.

After eating, he said with a straight face: "We can't kill any more sheep."

"Yes." Cao Ying agreed.

Yiniang smiled and said, "There is still one leg left."

This is the power of the lord, and the lord chose to have fun with the people.

"Dinner is made, let's eat together."

"Thank you sir."

Back in the bedroom, Yang Xuan closed the door with his backhand.

He sat down and said softly, "Suzaku."

"I'm here."

"What does a good lord need?"

"It depends on what you choose. I think you can choose Cao Mengde as the version."

"Cao Mengde..."

"Yes, that Cao Mengde who likes to think about other people's wives."

"It's better for me to betray the world than for the world to betray me..." Yang Xuan shook his head, "I won't be such a person."

"That's a lie." Suzaku said, "If Cao Mengde had such thoughts, he wouldn't say it."

"I don't like Cao Mengde."

"Then how about big ears?" Suzaku's voice became more cheerful, "I have nothing to do all day, throwing children to play, and my wife is on a day trip in Cao Junzhong..."

"Or learn from Liu Bang, that bastard dragged a bunch of brothers to rebel."

"There is also Zhu Yuanzhang, tsk tsk! This is the most powerful one. He was so poor that you can't imagine when he was a child. He could only become a monk to make a living. In the end, he drove the Tartars out of the Central Plains step by step. After a thousand years, No one can match the righteousness of the country.”

"Ming Taizu was too ruthless in purging the heroes." Yang Xuan knelt there, and said softly: "He only thought of his descendants inheriting the throne, but he forgot that the world has not yet settled down. The remnants of the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties are still there in the north, and the alien races on the grassland are gradually growing... the south Jiaozhi is about to move. The world is not settled, so don't return the sword and gun to the warehouse, let the horse go to Nanshan."

"Then what kind of emperor are you going to be?"

"I don't know." Yang Xuan felt that this question was too early.

"Lang Jun." Outside is Yi Niang.

Yang Xuan got up and went out, "What's the matter?"

Yiniang rolled her sleeves, she was probably washing clothes just now, "Someone from the state, let Lang Jun go."

"Got it."

Yang Xuan frowned, "Why don't you hire a woman to do the laundry?"

Mr. Lang is concerned about me!
Yiniang smiled happily, "It doesn't matter if someone else's clothes, but Mr. Lang's clothes cannot be washed by outsiders."

Yang Xuan nodded, "Okay."

This is a matter for Yiniang to show her status, and it is also a way for her to carve out territory.

Just as Cao Ying would regard the official affairs in the county house as her own territory, so does Yiniang in the backyard.

Yang Xuan went to the front yard.

"I have seen Ming Palace."

A sergeant came from the state capital, and the paperwork was delivered, and it was correct after inspection.

"The old thief and the second child will follow me."

Taiping County is more than 200 miles away from Lin'an, where the prefecture is located, a journey of four or five days.

The sergeant rode back, and Yang Xuan and the others were behind.

They found a place to camp that night.

When the bonfire was lit, the old thief took out the dry biscuits, got another porcelain bottle, picked out something from it with a knife, spread them on the dry biscuits, and then put the dry biscuits on the side to bake.

"It's sheep oil." Wang Laoer waited happily.

The suet melted and was absorbed by the dry biscuits, and the rest was sizzled on the outside, and a scent of pancakes baked in suet permeated.

"Okay." Wang Laoer couldn't wait, and urged by the campfire.

"Don't be impatient." The old thief turned the dry biscuit slowly, "Make sure that every part of the biscuit is soaked in suet. It tastes crispy on the outside, hot inside, and smells like wheat."

Wang Laoer's saliva was about to come out.

The pancakes were baked, Wang Er Er picked up one, turned around and handed it to Yang Xuan first.

The cake was delicious, and the three gobbled it up, feeling satisfied.

As the night gradually deepened, Wang Lao Er looked up at the sky, "Mr. Lang, what are those things that look like rivers?"

"Galaxy."

Yang Xuan sat by the campfire, enjoying the tranquility comfortably.

"What is Galaxy?"

"It is a river made up of countless stars."

"I really want to go fishing in this river." Wang Laoer looked forward to it.

Yang Xuan saw envy in the old thief's eyes.

"Many times, ignorance is bliss."

Suzaku's philosopher attribute revived.

"Someone." The old thief suddenly said softly.

Yang Xuan already felt it.

The footsteps are very light, but it's not that cautious feeling, but...

Ghostly!
Yang Xuan turned his head abruptly, and saw a ghostly figure floating over in the dark night behind him.

The person who came was dressed in commoner clothes and a bamboo hat. In the darkness, only thin lips could be seen.

as well as.

A pair of bare feet.

The three stood up, the old thief walked up to Yang Xuan, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Dare to ask what's going on here?"

The thin lips moved slightly, "I'm here to find someone."

"Hehe!" The old thief pointed to the bonfire, "Do you want to warm up?"

Someone came to have a look at Yang Xuan, "Alright."

Walking barefoot on the gradually withered grass, there was no sound.

This is a good hand!
No.

Is a master!

The four sat down.

The old thief took out a piece of pancake, "Try it?"

"it is good!"

The visitor was sitting cross-legged, but it gave Yang Xuan the feeling that he could play at any time.

Wang Lao Er sniffed and leaned towards Yang Xuan's side, his eyes were indifferent like never before.

He felt hostility.

The campfire was now turning to charcoal, and the scones were just right.

The old thief smiled and said, "Where is this going?"

The visitor said, "Taiping."

The old thief said with a smile: "Taiping! We will also go after a while."

The moonlight was deserted, shining on the face of the visitor through the bamboo hat.

Pale white!

The visitor's eyes turned.

"I'm looking for someone."

"Who are you looking for?" The old thief picked up half a piece of dry firewood, and the top piece was burning red.

The visitor slowly stretched his hand into his arms.

Yang Xuan squinted at him.

Someone took out a piece of paper.

"Someone lied to my medicinal materials, do you know who it is?"

Yang Xuan smiled, "I think he is a liar."

special!
How could Hua Zhuo see through that scam?

Yang Xuan felt the breath of the person coming.

A breath that made him powerless.

The visitor looked down at the paper, raised his head, his gaze slowly turned, and finally settled on Yang Xuan's face.

His voice was calm, "My name is Wahai."

"Miss Ganni!"

The old thief used the half of firewood to pick it up.

Immediately, the burning coals splashed towards the people who came.

(End of this chapter)