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The weather will gradually cool down after the summer months. That evening, Lu Zhui was sitting alone in the small room of Shanhaiju, with an abacus and a thick stack of books in front of him. He was muttering words, and his subordinates were very serious. He didn't even look up when Xiao Lan entered the door, but just asked casually. One sentence: "The emperor is finally willing to let you back?"

"What is it, so serious." Xiao Lan covered his eyes behind him, "take a break."

"The accounts for the first half of the year have to be sorted out at the end of this month, otherwise they will be busy until the end of the year." Lu Chau leaned in his arms, "Right, in another seven days, I will go to Fengcheng to collect the accounts."

"Seven days later, are you going to seal the city?" Xiao Lan frowned as expected.

"Know you are busy." Lu Chai stretched out, "I'll go alone."

"Can't send the accountant?" Xiao Lan pulled a chair and sat beside him.

"It's boring to stay in the city all the time. Besides, Fengcheng Lao Zhang has a good relationship with me. Recently, he got a new pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses. I should come to congratulate him anyway." Lu Chai said, "I can come back in one month."

Having said that, Xiao Lan still didn't want to let him go, and said: "Then I don't leave next month, then I can accompany you to go."

"I'm going to Dayan City next month. Where can I take care of the collection." Lu Chai grabbed his sleeve, "Hey, wouldn't you even allow me to do this little thing?"

"You are not allowed to do anything," Xiao Lan held him in his arms, "I obviously just reluctant."

"It's useless to talk, I have all the gifts for Lao Zhang, and the guy will leave first in two days." Lu Zhui said, "When the emperor and you are done, I will almost be able to come back. When the time comes, I will rest at home for half a month, and I will go to Dayan City together."

Hearing that he planned everything so properly, Xiao Lan had no choice but to agree. Seven days later, Lu Zhui rode a donkey alone and wandered out of the city.

The closed city is not too far away from the royal city, and even Lu Chai, a gray donkey, who slept from time to time, can be there for ten days and a half. Therefore, he was not in a hurry. He traveled along the mountain and watched the water to admire the autumn scenery. He also visited three or five friends by the way, and he was very happy and happy.

However, it is too happy to be too happy. The ancients have a cloud, and happiness leads to sadness. For example, in the afternoon of this day, Lu Gongzi was trapped in the depths of Bixia Mountain by a sudden autumn rain. He couldn't see the cave everywhere, so he could barely hide from the rain behind a slope. But seeing the squalls and rain, what can a low **** do? Not long after that, people and donkeys are poured to the heart, the clothes are wet and attached to the body, and then blown by the wind, it feels free Unspeakable sour.

Lu Zhui secretly said unlucky, but the donkey beside him screamed endlessly, screaming through the sky with a cry of hate, making people's brains numb. After half an hour, the rain finally weakened. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a voice suddenly came from the forest not far away.

This kind of spooky weather, could there be people trapped in this mountain forest just like yourself? Lu Chai stood up, and the opponent just came out of the woods. A total of seven or eight people, each with a big five and three thick, with a bright knife in his hand, his face full of flesh and brutal expression, only to "Lao Tzu is a bandit." "Five words were pierced to the forehead.

Lu Zhui: "..."

"Hey, there are really people." The leader swaggered forward, taking the donkey away first, and then provoking Lu Chai's chin with a scabbard to look at it carefully. "It's pure and pure, and looks like a talent."

Lu Zhui cooperated and said: "Yes, I can't get a piece of commoner, please forgive me."

"Are you literate?" the man asked again.

Lu Chai nodded: "Naturally know it."

"Let's be literate, take it away." As soon as the man waved his hand, two of them stepped forward, holding a hemp rope thick with their thumbs in their hands, tying him up sturdily, and yelling: "Be honest!"

Lu Chai promised and asked again: "The hero is taking me back to the cottage?"

The other party made a rough voice, and knocked the knife on the stone with a loud noise.

Lu Zhui kept quiet, followed the group of people through the woods in silence, and then turned three or four bends. He looked up and saw a crooked cottage standing under the night sky. The flag was shaky, and the firewood in the brazier was burning weakly. , It seems that the next moment will be together with this ruined Zhaimen, and suddenly disappear into the wind and rain.

Lu Zhui said from the heart: "You guys don't seem to be very rich in their days."

"I want you to talk nonsense!" The man with a face full of flesh was embarrassed and furious.

Lu Zhui felt that he seemed to have heard something extraordinary, and asked vigilantly: "What kind of relationship?"

"I don't understand if you are married? Baitiandi!" The man pulled him to stand up straight, "You poor talent, this time you are lucky."

This kind of great fortune... Lu Zhui hid behind the pillar: "But when the hero came here when he arrested me, he was clearly illiterate. I thought there was a lack of a teacher in the stockade."

"Why, do you still want to refuse?!" Seeing that he has been looking around and trying to run, the other party immediately became impatient, put the shining big knife on his neck and threatened, "Go and wash your face quickly. Change clothes again."

"This... it's okay, it's okay." Lu Chai was crying, "Can you ask one more question, who do I want to marry? Is there a lady in this stockade who is still waiting to be married?"

"Bah!" The other party spit on the ground fiercely, and laughed loudly, "If there is a woman in this stockade, can you still have your turn?"

Lu Zhui: "..."

Otherwise? !

"It was married to our great king. From now on, you will be Mrs. Zhai." The man slapped Lu and chased his shoulder, slapped him a few steps back, and almost sat on the ground.

The people around laughed, and Lu Zhui was amazed in his heart. According to his original plan, he wanted to come to this stockade to avoid the rain and have a meal, and then he brought the old nest by the way, which was regarded as a treatment for the people. However, he never expected that the other party arrested himself not only for money and coolies, but also for the position of a wife to suppress the village.

When I think of these four words, Lu Er’s master only feels a puff of numb rushing to his head, crying is not a laugh, he is the king of the mountain in Chaomuya in his early years, and he can be regarded as having seen many bandits and bandits. There are many people, and there are many people who are timid and cowardly, but they still encounter such...hungry, thirsty, casually grab a man on the road, and bring him back to worship. Thinking of this, he still wanted to see the mountain king, so he swept away his previous decadence, and the spring breeze smiled and said, "Okay."

"Then go and change your clothes." The other party urged again, "Change your frustrated white clothes and pick a festive one."

Lu Zhui agreed. He originally thought the wet robe was in the way, but this time he just agreed, carrying a baggage to an empty room, putting on fresh dry clothes and combing his hair, holding a bun on the table while gnawing out. After closing the door, he asked casually: "When will you get married?"

The little brother was shocked by him, how could this look so impatient?

Lu Zhui glanced at Shen Shen Tianqiong, and said regretfully, "It's dark, I'm afraid it will be until tomorrow, right?"

The little brother was silent for a moment and said: "Yeah."

Lu Zhui sighed, divided the buns in his hand into half, and asked, "How old are you this year?"

The little brother said nothing.

"After tonight, this stockade will be mine." Lu Chai patted the bun **** on his hands and reminded slowly, "Are you sure you want to offend me?"

"Fifteen." The other party replied.

"So young, why did you come out to be a bandit?" Lu pursued a clean stone, sat down, shook his head and said, "Besides, it's poor and miserable here, and I haven't seen you live a good life."

The little brother remained silent.

Lu Zhui lowered his voice: "You listen to me obediently, and I will treat you as a confidant from now on."

Brother: "..."

Lu Zhui blinked at him.

At this time, the rain in the mountains had stopped, and a round of silver disk and full moon slowly climbed up the sky, shining all the fields brightly. Lu Chai was sitting in the courtyard in a light-colored cloud brocade robe. A few strands of black hair were tossed by the wind, and then he was gently scattered on his shoulders. His eyes shone with brilliance, and his appearance was cool and unrestrained. He was more than incompatible with this dilapidated and desolate stockade. Like a fairy descending to the earth. The little brother shook his head and muttered to himself: "What a confidant, the ghost believes that you really want to stay married."

Lu Zhui laughed dumbly when he heard this, and simply pointed out: "Isn't this stupid? It's much more clever than those in the daytime. Let's talk about it, what is this place?"

"Black Tiger Village." The younger brother said, "But if you have the abilities, you can run quickly. I really can't get away until we get married tomorrow."

Lu asked: "Why?"

The little brother paused and said in a low voice: "All those who were married to him are dead."

Lu Chai's face fell into a faint smile, and his brows curled up slightly: "Dead?"

...

In the mountains, the wind was screaming, and the four hoofs of Feisha Red Jiao stopped steadily, and the sky snorted.

Under the silver moon, a ragged cottage is hidden among the sparse trees not far away. The crooked plaque has been eroded and mottled by wind and frost. No writing can be distinguished. It can only be determined by experience. This seems to be a place... Bandit den? Xiao Lan got off his horse, with some doubts in his heart. When he was in the town in the daytime to inquire about Lu Zhui's whereabouts, the people only said that there were cannibalistic beasts in Bixia Mountain, but no one had ever mentioned any bandit's nest. At this moment, suddenly appeared in front of him. Come to a cottage, in the dark mountain night, it seems a bit too eerie and weird.

Xiao Lan patted the Feisha Red Jiao on the neck and signaled it to go to a quiet place to graze, but he sneaked into the cottage secretly, wanting to find out-but this was a terrible exploration. The kitchen was brightly lit, and it was the cook who was in the night. Cooking meat is said to prepare for tomorrow's wedding banquet.

The gray donkey in the courtyard yelled "Aung Ang" while eating the radish, and the tail fluttered happily. The small cotton pad on the back was sewn with Shu brocade, and the top was embroidered with silver thread landscapes. There was no second place except Mingyu. People have such interesting and expensive hobbies.

Xiao Lan: "..."

Isn't it, this kind of wedding banquet is going to be mixed?