Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Lou Ying chose a career that was very self-interesting and friendly. Even if Chi Xiaochi drilled his tent and carriage every day, he would be considered by the soldiers as diligent and hardworking, day and night.

At this moment, the two were eating strawberries in the carriage.

Strawberries are redeemed from the warehouse with the good value of Chu Ziling. As long as they are not taken out, they are kept fresh for an unlimited time. They are big and sweet, and they don't need to worry about cleaning.

Lou Ying had a cold body, and even after eating two tastes, she took off the strawberry pedicles and filled a plate of Yin Hong beautifully. While reading, she raised her hands from time to time and fed them to Chi Xiaochi one by one.

Chi Xiaochi was so busy hitting the "Demon Summon" that he hadn't hit for a few days, Teng couldn't open his hands.

A full seven days have passed since that date.

As soon as Chi Xiaochi woke up, he didn't mention what happened before Yika stunned himself yesterday, as if he had forgotten it thoroughly, which made Lou Ying wonder whether he had used his memory card.

Until Lou Ying glanced at the display direction inadvertently, and found that his ID in the "Demon Call" secretly changed.

It is no longer a "floor reflection into a pond", but a pond and a pond.

...... The rules are serious enough to make Lou Ying want to knock on his head.

But until the end he couldn't bear it, so he had to stuff a big strawberry into his mouth to vent his anger.

Soon after, a light thumping sound came from the carriage window.

Iko Koike took the strawberry back to the warehouse and reached out to drive the curtain.

Chu Ziling rode and walked in parallel with the carriage, stooping down: "Master, the general sent a messenger to look back at the city. After meeting on the official road, he said that the general had a letter for you."

"What about messengers?"

"Honestly rushed back to Wangcheng." Chu Ziling paused. "Looking at the face of the messenger, it should be a happy event."

Shidiao Yun was happy, took the letter, and blinked at him playfully: "Thank you."

A glimpse of Yu Ziling in Chu Ziling saw that the master was sitting in the shadow, blocking the light from the curtain with his back of his hand, and he could see that his brows were frowned and unhappy.

Chu Ziling couldn't help but jump in his heart, exaggerating the local three-point fear: "Master, I will leave immediately."

Suspended by Yunyun for many years, Chu Ziling never knelt for three hours.

That day, the rain fell all night, and the skin on his knees was soaked with water, soaked white, the stones on the ground were extremely rough, and his knees were painful. By now, the injury on his knee has not healed.

The injury was a trivial matter, and most importantly, he had never received such a straightforward insult.

Chu Ziling can't afford this insult.

As Yu Fengmian intentionally aimed at him, he showed full fear and retreat to Fengmian, which not only fulfilled his intentions, but also found that he could not find other reasons to do something more extraordinary to himself.

And if he insists on finding fault, that's even better.

He Chu Ziling was not an unknown member in the army, but he was a civilian and talked to many soldiers. His surname Yu topped the dummy title of a male division, but to put it plainly, he was a sinner who had been assigned. Without half an inch of military merit, he was honored in vain, and because of his frailty, he could only ride in a horse-drawn carriage. There was already a voice of dissatisfaction in the army.

As long as you show more weakness, there is no need to say anything, someone will be wrong for him.

If the voice reaches the ear of the son, the son returns to protect him, causing dissatisfaction with the generals and giving birth to mustards, or the son is dissatisfied with wind sleep.

No matter what kind of consequences, it has nothing to do with him.

He didn't chew his tongue at the back, showed no dissatisfaction, thoughtful everywhere, and no one could make a mistake.

However, Yu Fengmian just reached out to block the light, ignored him, and just leaned on the soft pillow to read the book, as if Chu Ziling didn't deserve a glance.

Su Zunyun lowered the curtain.

After returning to God, Chu Ziling's heart couldn't help but jump wildly:

This is his chance!

From Zhennanguan to Wangcheng, they were escorted with heavy grain and grass, marching slowly, at least for 25 days. An expedited fast horse takes three days. A good pigeon maintained by the General's House can fly in two days and two and a half days in a slow time.

Now is the best time for him to do it!

When he arrived in the border town, he wanted to find another opportunity to poison Shi Jinghong, and it was difficult.

Shi Jinghong is a confidant in southern Xinjiang that must be killed, and only when he is dead, can Shiyun stop to have a superior position.

The opportunity to stop the cloud from time to time is equal to your own opportunity.

Thinking of this, he turned his eyes forward. The thirteen prince with a straight back was looking down, while holding the horse, holding a soldier book with one hand and looking at the cover of the volume lifted by the breeze. It was during a chat yesterday. The book recommended to him by Shi Dingyun.

Chu Ziling has to admit that this person, like Yu Fengmian, is a variable that is not in his plan.

But he still smiled suddenly.

The variables are well used, that is, chess pieces.

What if there is one more thirteen prince?

A young man with no prestige and no military power, even if martial arts is superb, if he can break in, it is a death.

After all, on the battlefield, Gong Ya didn't have long eyes, but he didn't recognize him as a relative of the emperor, or a civilian.

At the time he conceived, the curtain was opened again.

Behind the car curtain was a cloud-like face: "A Ling, take a pen and paper."

Chu Ziling was very clever and didn't ask him what he was happy with in front of the Master: "Yes."

It's nothing more than border wars and things like that.

He didn't care how many people died on the southern Xinjiang side, nor how many casualties there were on the Northern Government side. He only hoped that when his plan was advanced to the most critical step, the situation in the southern Xinjiang would not be too bad.

He took the paper and pen and the small table, took it into the carriage, and took a small wooden tube, waiting outside.

Shi Dianyun's reply has always been fast, but within half an hour, a sound of writing came from inside.

"The letterbox."

Chu Ziling presented according to the words.

I stopped to wait for the ink to dry, rolled the paper thinly, stuffed it into the small letter box, and closed the twist cap: "Seal."

Speaking of this, Shi Zhanyun looked up and noticed a thin layer of sweat on Chu Ziling's forehead: "Forget it, you are tired of running this time. After you find the seal, use the fire paint to seal the envelope. Send it out with carrier pigeons. "

Chu Ziling's heart burst into joy, his heart pounding.

Is it so smooth?

He had intended to roll a circle on the poisonous printing ink after tapping the paint, even if the mark was blurred, and the pigeons sometimes stopped to drink water on the road, or caught up in rainy days, and it was inevitable that they would spend the paint.

I didn't expect that Shi Dingyun would leave him with the seal ...

Before he could finish thinking, a sudden cold voice sounded in the corner of the carriage: "Stop the cloud."

Chu Ziling felt cold.

Yu Fengmian ...

Who wants to sleep in the wind and said: "You must be happy and calm, so you can set an example for the soldiers. Come and tell me what is said in this chapter and what do you think."

After all, he glanced at Chu Ziling's face:

Still not working?

Chu Ziling took the lead and left with a horse.

After walking a distance, he found that his hands were sweaty and he would wet the wooden tube.

He wiped the surface of the small wooden tube with his sleeve a few times. For the first time, he couldn't conceal his joy, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider.

However, even so, Chu Ziling still kept 120,000 points of care.

He didn't open the small wooden tube and checked what was written inside.

He remembered clearly that the letter post in the General's Mansion was specially made. There was a built-in small mechanism on the lid of the cylinder. When it was completely closed, the small mechanism would automatically open and generate a small piece of sharp wood inside.

From the outside, there is no clue whatsoever. However, if it is closed and unsealed, a small scrape will be left on the barrel that is engaged with the barrel cap, and it cannot be erased.

Shi Jinghong was attentive. If he opened the barrel and found another trace, he would be suspicious.

Chu Ziling didn't want to let the thousands of miles of **** collapse in a small anthill.

He is familiar with the relatives who specialize in keeping the seal, and only says that he is in charge of the son of the son, and as many times as before, he easily invited the special seal that was stopped when the cloud stopped.

Chu Ziling did not use the piece of fire paint used by the son, but untied the Xiangyun buckle on another small box and took out a brand new fire paint.

The same is the special fire paint made by the General's Mansion. The color, light, and shape of this one are not worse than the other.

Chu Ziling lit the fire.

The flame jumped a few times in his eyes, and the front section of the fire paint began to melt.

In his fanatical eyes, a drop of poisonous poisonous syrup dripped hot into the seal of the small wooden tube.

Snapped.

The bright red seal fell, and a poisonous mark bearing the words "Stop the Clouds" was burnt. Under the sun, there was a bit of dazzling light.

The stamp was executed with someone on his side. The soldier was always by his side, and he could not see the slightest flaw.

Chu Ziling raised his hand and planned to return the arc-shaped chapter to his soldiers: "There is work."

As a result, when the two of them staggered, Chu Ziling lowered his head and put away the fire paint block. He made a mistake and missed, and the round chapter rolled to the ground and stained with yellow mud.

Chu Ziling was startled, sorry: "Sorry, I'll help you clean."

Not far away is Qingxi. He naturally took the chapter and washed away the poisonous poison from the seal little by little.

He smiled at the corner of his mouth as usual.

In the evening, the team was stationed.

When he smelled the rice fragrant, he hid in a tent and quietly wrote to Chu Ziling, a Southern Xinjiang civilian official.

He seemed to smell the smell of mutton.

... It seems that the Zhennan Pass is really a great victory.

Sure enough, at that time, Shi Dingyun took out his own pocket and bought sheep in the nearby village, roasted 20 lambs, and 50 adult sheep, and distributed them to all the soldiers.

If this meat is really to be divided, there is not much for each person, but it is all that Shizuo Yun can collect in a short period of time, and the soldiers will not care about it, and they are all encouraged.

Dingyuan Dajie.

The southern Xinjiang people who came to the siege suffered heavy casualties. Five thousand sergeants never returned.

"Thanks to the teacher's advice!" Shi Zingyun stood on the high platform, full of joy and pointed to the side of Yu Fengmian wearing a power fence, "The southern Xinjiang people used the technique of filling, quietly transported to the wooden pontoon, Attempt to cross the moat. Sir, make a plan, observe the enemy ’s direction, dig a small hole under the city wall, quietly inject oil into the river in the night, and set fire to the wind, the enemy in the future will burn a personal Yangma!

Chu Ziling imagined the picture, his smile was slightly stiff on his face.

This is not obvious on the wind sleep face, but it is a full-hearted black hand poison.

The grandson celebrated so lavishly, and presumably garnered prestige in the army for Feng Mian.

Some of the generals have not even been on the battlefield, and when they heard the good news, they shouted a word "good" deafeningly.

The land of our country, let no cents!

Standing on the stage, Chi Xiaochi calmed down in the excitement of group feelings, jumped to sit on the edge of the high platform, and watched the group of young people who were not seventeen or eighteen talking, laughing, and punching around the fire.

Dignified firelights illuminated their young faces.

At some point in the future, they may turn into the indefinite bones on the scorched soil of war.

Chi Xiaochi wished that the moment they died, they were still dreaming of the Qianqiu country.

He unscrewed the hip flask, took a sip, and turned his eyes slightly. In the continuous light, he saw the thirteenth emperor Yan Yuanheng.

Yan Yuanheng seemed to be in a daze. After looking at him for a long time, he turned away his face slightly and walked away.

There was a frivolous whistle behind him.

Yan Yuanheng originally thought that Stop Cloud was calling himself, his body turned slightly, and he turned his eyes quietly, but found that this was not the case.

Shi Dianyun had already looked in the other direction, and threw the jug to a young soldier with an empty jug nearby, and immediately jumped off the platform and ran towards the wind.

...... It didn't even look at him that much.

Yan Yuanheng's heart was hot and sour, and the idea that he didn't know where it came from, drove him forward quickly, standing in front of the young man who stopped the cloud jug when he picked it up, and pointed at the black-gold wine. Jug: "Can I take a sip of your wine."

The soldier opened his mouth to drink, and when he saw the thirteenth emperor begging for wine, he almost poured the wine on his face.

He was flattered, jumped up, put his hands up, and stammered for his use.

Yan Yuanheng held the jug, sat among the soldiers, and asked a lot of words.

After all, they are all of the same age. The soldiers saw that the thirteen princes didn't have any bad smells. Although they talked crazily, fortunately, they didn't hang the book bag and could understand. he.

Yan Yuanheng held the mouth of the hip flask, took a sip in his arms, and did not return it to the soldiers.

That night.

Chu Ziling wrote "Be careful with the wind and sleep" at the end of the letter, confirming that he had understood the matter of poisoning the horror, and then took out the small wooden tube that had been hidden beforehand, put the letter paper, and closed the cover. Well, the forged curved circle stamp on the surface came to the dovecote.

The night watchmen in the military account still behaved as usual, without being affected by the carnival at all.

Chu Ziling avoided people all the way around, came to the dovecote, took out the pigeon with a white note on his forehead, and tied a small wooden tube to its feet.

There were footsteps behind him: "Who's there?"

Chu Ziling turned back: "I. Chu Ziling."

"It's the commander of the major general." The captain of the night inspector didn't know Chu Ziling very much, only heard his name, then he felt relieved, "I'm coming out so late, is there something wrong?"

Chu Ziling did not change his face: "Work for the major general."

The Captain of the Night Sigh sighed "the major general's hard work" and led the team away without doubt.

Chu Ziling turned his back to a few people, coldly picked a corner of his mouth, and released the pigeon in his hand.

The pigeon flapped its wings and flew away.

In the large barracks, the sound of flying pigeons is not so loud, at least it is not possible to pass to the main account.

He caressed the jade pendant, which was of great significance to him, until the pigeon disappeared within his sight, and Fang moved towards the main account.

...... It's just a small victory.

The real battle in Zhennan Pass began with his Chu Ziling.

What he didn't expect, however, was that two people in the main account were still asleep.

Chi Xiaochi asked Lou Ying: "He has a pigeon?"

Lou Ying single-finger leaned against the temple and focused on another thing, and only rushed to answer: "Well."

Chi Xiaochi didn't bother him.

Until Lou Ying's body softened, she lowered her hands and breathed a long breath.

Chi Xiaochi was busy wiping his sweat: "It's done?"

Lou Ying closed her eyes and panted slightly: "Rest assured. That is the optimal solution for the geomagnetic positioning algorithm."

Different from other people, the way pigeons know their way depends on the subtle magnetic force to distinguish the direction.

Lou Ying can guarantee that under the interference of his magnetic field, the two pigeons released by Chu Ziling will go to where they should go.

It was done, and Chi Xiaochi relaxed a lot, and patted him on the shoulder: "I'll get you some food."

Sending away the first pigeon had already consumed Lou Ying's too much energy, leaving him with no appetite for dinner.

Before going to bed, he deliberately explained A Shu, let him stew a little soup, prepare a few dishes, and be sure to lighten.

Gently grabbed his sleeve with one hand: "No. I don't really want to eat."

Chi Xiaochi was busy wearing shoes: "It ’s not good to eat nothing. I'll get it for you. What do you want? I asked Ashu to do something ..."

He had just got up, but was surrounded by an arm from behind. He couldn't keep his balance, and fell to the bed.

Ears are Lou Ying's voice.

Obviously the voice was not real, but Chi Xiaochi had the real feeling of being touched by the voice and touching his ears.

"Now?" Lou Ying smiled and rested his head on his back. "... I just want my optimal solution."