The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

The secret works of the Tartars came from neighboring counties, and they were far from knowing that the Hakkas had chatter. People whispered and pointed at the notices, and rumored that Qian Daqian was a flying robber who came and went without a trace. The wonderful scenes described verbally were better than blue. The scene that Xishu witnessed was N times more fantastical, and it was this gossip that people talked about, which dazzled and fascinated those who were not present at the scene. The language creativity of ordinary people is really extraordinary.

Lan Xishu shook his head and smiled wryly. Now that Qian Daqian is a household name in Huyakou Town, I don't know how Qian Daqian himself will feel when he hears it.

Regarding the two announcements in black and white on red paper, on the contrary, Lan Xishu is interested in the latter announcement. This is a professional instinct, and Lan Xishu is in a trance. Zhang Announcement suddenly touched a certain nerve in him. At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, Xia Shiyu, the boss of Jinyi Guard stationed in the border, is in full swing, and it is an important season for Xia Shiyu to arrange effective manpower to cast a net along the border to detect the enemy of the Tatar bandits. Lan Xishu can't help but imagine what Xia Shiyu is doing at this moment, gathering information ?Constantly adjust and dispatch manpower to go deep into Hetao?How is the well boss?

Lan Xishu was fascinated by the announcement, and when Lan Xiwen pulled his sleeves, his mind suddenly stopped, and he suddenly felt a sense of urgency, and he couldn't fight internally, so he quickly ended the secret fight between Huya's mouth, the future is long, and there is nothing he can do by himself For the vernacular, the rift between Dongchang and the vernacular will be quickly established, and let them fight among themselves under the eyes of the emperor!I have no time to accompany me.

Let's focus on Zhang Bingqian first, he is the confidant of Baihuawen, this guy is more hateful than Li Jiumu.

After making up his mind, Lan Xishu wiped his eyelids, Zhang Song was not far away from him, separated by four or five shoulders, his profile retreated behind a big black man carrying a pole .

Put down one by one, cut off Zhang Bing's seven or eight tentacles in front of him, and watch this guy open his teeth and claws in Huya's mouth.

"Where are you going?" Lan Xiwen followed behind Lan Xishu's butt, feeling a little hungry, watching the sesame seed bun shop on the street, licking his lips and swallowing saliva from time to time.

Lan Xishu stretched his hand back, but failed to hold Lan Xiwen's little hand, turned his face away, Lan Xiwen stopped in front of a wonton stall, blinked his long eyelashes and looked at Lan Xishu and then at the wonton stall in displeasure A busy old woman.

"Eat a bowl of wontons! Come! Come in and sit down! It will be ready soon!" The old woman handed a large bowl of hot wontons to a woman with a child, and then called to a dry old man who wiped the table and changed money. : "His father! Quickly tell this girl to sit down, it looks like she is hungry on the way!"

Lan Xiwen looked at her attire, cough!In the future, I won't pretend to be a boy, and I can tell if I pretend to be a boy.

Lan Xiwen looked at Lan Xishu silently, Lan Xishu smiled, patted Lan Xiwen's head lovingly, threw the reins of the horse to the old man who drove out, and pulled Lan Xiwen to drill in with his head down, The hood was very simple, and the straw was sparsely sifting through the sunlight. Lan Xishu pulled Lan Xiwen to sit down on the low stool: "Two bowls!"

Lan Xiwen smiled openly, broke free from Lan Xishu's hand, wrapped her robe, and the little girl sat shyly, rubbing her little hands with a greedy look, turned her face and yelled at the old woman who was throwing wontons into the pot : "Grandma! Add another bowl!"

"okay!"

"Brother will treat you to a good meal later!" Lan Xishu put his face close to Lan Xiwen and said in a low voice, he saw Zhang Song sitting down at the biscuit shop opposite.

"No! Wontons are delicious!" Lan Xiwen pushed Lan Xishu's face away with her small hands, and wrinkled her nose pretending to be disgusted. She seemed to remember something and made Lan Xishu angry again: "Where the hell are you going? There is a dog behind you." , we just strolled all over the street!"

"Let's go to the Xixiangfeng Big Car Shop!" Lan Xishu saw Lan Xiwen resting his chin on his arm and playing with a chopstick, biting his small mouth moistly, pouting on his arm very beautifully, with tiny stars Fragments of sunlight danced on Lan Xiwen's charming face. Every frown and smile of this girl touched people's hearts. Suddenly, the picture of the nude Lizi who knew the Hakka next door flashed in Lan Xishu's mind. Lan Xishu's heart was inexplicably After getting hot, he quickly bit the corner of his lips. It is an innate instinct for boys to be curious about girls' bodies, and they will compare them in their hearts unconsciously. His house is a sweet peach, but his house is a budding flower, the slightly green fragrance is clean, clear and refreshing.

Lan Xishu felt that there was no girl in the world who could compare with his house.

Looking at his house, Lan Xishu will be happy!

"Kill the dog or walk the dog?" Lan Xiwen blinked her eyes. She didn't look around to fix Zhang Song's position. With her instinctive perception, she knew that those eyes were looking at her. The big head of the chopsticks scratched Lan Xishu's temples. She liked the life with Lan Xishu very much. It seemed that she and her brother ran out of the house mischievously. At that time, the real Lan Xishu was still there. Alive, but very weak, she protects him everywhere!

Now, being so cherished and cared for by the counterfeit version of Lan Xishu made her feel the greatest sense of security!

"What do you think?" Lan Xishu sat up straight, the old woman put a bowl of wontons in front of the two of them, Lan Xiwen raised his eyes and smiled, and the old man put another bowl of wontons in front of Lan Xishu, Lan Xishu Mimi also raised her eyes and smiled.

Lan Xiwen looked at Lan Xishu and imitated him. Lan Xishu took a look and picked up the chopsticks, dipped some wonton soup on the corner of his mouth, and chatted softly: "They are not Tartars, do they have to be like this?"

"Tartars are not the ones who should be killed!" Lan Xishu was afraid that Lan Xiwen would think that he was a bloodthirsty and murderous black hand in brocade clothes, and that the other side of himself that had been hidden all along would be exposed. He knew that Lan Xiwen defended him even Yu blindly followed him, but Lan Xishu was still afraid that Lan Xiwen would question everything he did. Lan Xiwen was different from other girls, her special background and growing up environment made her more psychic and sensitive than other girls. , and even has a higher-than-average insight, somewhat sinister Lan Xiwen only sees the surface, she is too young to really understand the conflict of interest during the period: "These people don't want my brother's life, but they want our summer My lord's life, Xia Shiyu has the kindness to rebuild my brother, I must protect Lord Xia, no matter how big the risk is! The house! You may not understand, think brother"

"I understand!" Lan Xiwen answered concisely, slowly stirred the chaos in the bowl with his chopsticks, and suddenly smiled in relief: "I heard my father said that Xia Shiyu is a rare and honest person, and the traitorous minister Rong Rong You are the one who protects good people!" Lan Xiwen smiled like a flower, she felt that she knew brother best, and she rapped like this in Pingshu Tanci: "Father also said that you can follow him Your good fortune also said that you will be promising!"

"Old-father said so!" Lan Xishu made the old man used to it, and for some reason he suddenly followed Lan Xiwen's tone. , not optimistic about him.

Lan Xishu spoke casually, lowered his head, took a sip of the soup, but his ears perked up, he was always used to inquiring about the old man from Lan Xiwen's mouth, he hated the old man pointing fingers at him so much, yet he cared so much Every comment the old man said about him.

Lan Xiwen stretched his chopsticks into Lan Xishu's bowl and slowly stirred it together, the soup overflowed the bowl, Lan Xiwen stopped and smiled smirk.

Lan Xishu hit her chopsticks.

"Well! Several times the old man stood in front of me without saying a word, with a strange look on his face, and suddenly asked me: Didn't your brother write to you? It made me very embarrassed. I knew you loved me, and I thought You don't care about anyone, you will also miss my letter to me, but in the end, you didn't have a word, and I hate you to death."

All of a sudden, Lan Xiwen was smiling, his mouth twitched, and the tears fell down, falling on the dark low table, even into the bowl, and the last sentence was aggrieved and dragged his crying voice: Finished.

Lan Xishu's heart felt sore for a while, he bit his chopsticks so that he would not shed tears, he didn't dare to look at Lan Xiwen, he was afraid that Lan Xiwen's tears would bring out his own tears, he was an upright man, he couldn't be with him A little bit of frailty was revealed in front of the house.

"Why don't I miss you, I miss you the most! I dream of you in my dreams! The house! I just don't know what to write? The most important thing is that I know that even if I don't have a few words from my brother, the house understands my brother! Right?" Blue Xishu couldn't bear it anymore, he lowered his head and sipped the soup to hide his discomfort, this girl tied a rope in his heart, and if he pulled it casually, he would feel the pain along with her, and the pain was so sweet.

"Hey!" Lan Xiwen hit Lan Xishu's chopsticks, and smiled with tears in his eyes, and a tear quickly rolled down: "That's what I said, but they didn't believe it, and they said that brother left home The girls who know other girls have already forgotten about the house." Lan Xiwen smiled, his small mouth was flattened again, tears came out faster, his nose twitched, his shoulders shrugged uncontrollably, Seeing that he was about to burst into tears, the old man who was cleaning up the dishes next to him bent over and laughed and cried, not knowing what happened to the two young people.

Lan Xiwen bit his lip to resist the urge to cry, Lan Xishu pulled Lan Xiwen's little hand, put it to his mouth to hold back the sadness: "Others can say whatever they like, house! You are in my heart, I will pretend to be you wherever I go! If the house knows about you, I will do it!"