Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 331 Wu Homeland

Fenqin had been waiting outside anxiously, and wanted to go in to remind her, but she was afraid that the ox cart would be stolen, so she could only sit on the shaft of the cart with her hands resting on her cheeks, her face was full of worry, and her small face was wrinkled. In a ball, the mouth was habitually pursed high.

When Huan Zicheng came out, he saw Fen Qin's anxious little face.

The moment he saw Huan Zicheng, a big smile suddenly appeared on Fenqin's small face, and his eyes almost lost sight of the smile.

"Lang Jun is back." He jumped out of the car and ran over happily, then took out a white scarf from his sleeve, and slapped Huan Zicheng on his body, muttering softly, "Really, this I don’t even know how to sweep the store, even when my husband is gone, you stink.”

This child always stubbornly believes that the blacksmith's shop is too dirty, and the old man named Ah Huo is too untidy, so whenever Huan Zicheng comes out of it, Fenqin will dust off his clothes for a long time, lest he get dirty. ash.

Huan Dalang likes to wear a white shirt, and his sky is as clean as the moon.

In Fen Qin's heart, such an impression still remained.

However, that is all in the past.

In other words, it was already a matter of the previous life.

The corner of Huan Zicheng's lips moved, he raised his foot, but stopped again.

At that moment, he was in a trance.

The little boy who was smiling happily in front of him overlapped with the lifeless face covered with blood in his memory.

That year, Fenqin probably wasn't even 20 years old.

The age of prime and prime, the most beautiful stage in life.

He was thrown from the city wall and died alive.

There was a hint of sarcasm in Huan Zicheng's eyes.

That's right, all members of the Huan family deserve to die as long as they are male.

Even this humble bookboy deserves to die.

Mere death is not enough, all these servants must be rushed to the city wall, and then thrown down one by one.

Emperor Zhongyuan, Guo Shili, is such a good emperor!

A layer of indifference gradually gathered between Huan Zicheng's brows.

"How old are you?" He looked down at Fen Qin and asked.

A slightly soft voice, as if afraid of waking up something, like raving.

The movements in Fenqin's hands didn't stop, but her drooping little face collapsed: "Lang Jun, I'm nine years old. There was a sword hanging in front of me, because he was sick... let's go, my aunt The Lord asked me to serve the Lord." After finishing speaking, he seemed a little sad, and sighed, "Hanging the sword left early, the Lord forgot and forgot, and now I don't even remember much, alas As he spoke, his mouth was pouted again, and his facial features were wrinkled into a ball on his slightly yellow face.

Hearing his rather sad voice, Huan Zicheng was startled, and immediately, the corners of his lips curved like nothing.

"Forget it, you're fine." His voice was rare and gentle, and after finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and patted Fen Qin's head lightly.

As if scalded by boiling water, Fenqin took a quick step back while protecting the top of her head with both hands, not daring to say anything loudly, so she continued to pouted and muttered: "Mr.

Huan Zicheng's hand was hanging in the air, but he didn't get angry, he nodded and got into the car.

Fen Qin touched her head, then put away the cloth towel, followed the car carefully, and asked softly, "Where is Lang Jun going next?"

"Son of Wujiayuan." Huan Zicheng said.

Fen Qin's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and those eyes flickered like stars in the sky: "Yes, sir." He responded loudly, patted the dumb slave again, and gestured to him a few times.

The dumb slave nodded and drove away.But Fen Qin seemed to be very happy, his eyes were narrowed into slits when he laughed, and he didn't care if the dumb slave could hear him or not, so he leaned next to him and chattered: "Wu Jiayuanzi's pancakes are so good. Let’s eat, Dumb Uncle, you also like to eat. You can eat more this time. Oh, and roasted meat is also delicious, and smoked chicken is also delicious. Dumb Uncle, do you think we should eat meat or chicken? ?” He frowned in distress, as if he was deeply troubled by not being able to choose from them.

Huan Zicheng let him talk to himself, chattering beside him like a cheerful little sparrow, he only wore a bamboo hat, closed his eyes and rested.

Wu Jiayuanzi arrived soon.

This is a restaurant in Linyu County, and it can be called the most luxurious restaurant in the area. In his previous life, Huan Zicheng had never been here, and thought it was vulgar.

Now, he really likes the days when he eats big pieces of meat and drinks in big bowls.

The wine is sorghum red, the meat is broiled mutton, smoked chicken is also served on a large plate, and there are also oil cakes, soup cakes and meat patties, all piled up on the wooden table.

Fenqin chewed on the case, until his mouth was full of oil, but Huan Zicheng took the mute slave to the small room inside.

There was no sound in the room, only the slight sound of the pen dropping the tip of the paper, almost nothing.

Huan Zicheng was having a conversation with the dumb slave, neither of them spoke, they just wrote something back and forth on a page.

It was only after the dumb slave's final touch that Huan Zicheng let out a long breath.

"In this way, the Meridian Stone is finally found, Lu Zong did a great job." He murmured, looking at the writing on the paper, he curled his lips.

Among the more than [-] dead men, some also carried the Meridian seal, but the one in Lu Zong's hand was a spare, it could be dropped anywhere.

Now, Lu Zong deliberately left the seal stone in the hands of another master, and Huan Zicheng was happy to see this result.

A person who can afford a master must not be an ordinary person. Leaving the seal stone in the hands of such a person will definitely have a better effect.

After hearing Huan Zicheng's words, the mute slave pondered for a while, then wrote some words on the paper and handed it over.

Huan Zicheng glanced at the paper, nodded his head and said: "The Phoenix seal is released, and the Meridian Stone is in front of it. In addition to my arrangement later, Guo Shili might be scared out of his wits. He might think that this The incident was the result of the joint efforts of Zhao Guoren and someone from the Dachen Palace."

He directly called Guo Shili, the current emperor of Zhongyuan, by his name, and there was absolutely no respect in his voice, only indifference.

After hearing his words, a very worried expression appeared on the dumb slave's face.

"Don't worry." Seemingly aware of the other party's thoughts, Huan Zicheng said in a calm voice, with a relaxed expression, "The death of the Mo family and the appearance of Feng Yin, these two things are enough for everyone to be busy. Emperor Zhongyuan... ...Guo Shili has never been a smart person, when the time comes, he will think of Liaoxi County and the Huan family, but he will never doubt it, instead he will anxiously hope that my Huan family will come out to help." After speaking, he looked at it reassuringly. The dumb slave glanced at him, and his voice became more indifferent: "You just need to be well prepared. After Meng Zong comes back in a few days, he will lead the rest of the dead to the Tang Dynasty."

In the Huan clan, masters at the level of masters are usually called with the word "Zong" added to their surnames.The Lu Zong mentioned by Huan Zicheng earlier, and this Meng Zong are all listed here, and they all only obey Huan Zicheng's orders.

(End of this chapter)