I'm so cheap, you don't want to hit me, do you?

The general never thought that the pigeon he used to deliver the message would be roasted as soon as he turned around...

It's baked beyond recognition...

Nima, roasted the pigeons that were passed on, who the hell is that!

It's just so frustrating, okay? There's no reason for it.

The air suddenly became very quiet...

The two of them just stared at each other stiffly, their eyes wide open...

Chapter 348 This is a pheasant

When Wang Xuan caught the pigeon, he really didn't expect it to be a carrier pigeon.

The fixed method of communication in this era still relies on post stations to transmit information.

The method of using carrier pigeons to send messages is not popular, and only a few people are using it.

Seeing Zishen using carrier pigeons to deliver messages at the inn before, Wang Xuan was still a little surprised and sighed, this Confucianist knew how to use carrier pigeons so early.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, I met another person who used carrier pigeons to deliver messages.

Looking at the other party's expression, Wang Xuan was almost certain that what he roasted was really a carrier pigeon.

"You said that you are a carrier pigeon anyway, and you also put a number plate on your leg so that people can distinguish it. If you don't have anything, how do I know it's a carrier pigeon?"

Wang Xuan felt a little guilty, and didn't know how to speak.

Now he was waiting for the other party to speak first, and then insisted that he didn't know anything, that what was roasted was not a pigeon but a pheasant, and the loss of the pigeon had nothing to do with him.

The general didn't speak first, and was still in a state of confusion.

During a mission, Zhang Han heard that someone in Dongjun had trained pigeons to convey messages, and the effect was very good. After returning, he trained a batch of pigeons and handed them over to his subordinates to convey messages.

After the general got a carrier pigeon, he fed it carefully, even more attentively than serving the uncle. As a result, it was the first time to use it, and it was roasted before it started sending letters.

Are you sick?

Even if he wants to send a message, he can't do it now.

Zhang Han only gave him a carrier pigeon, which disappeared after being roasted.

Without carrier pigeons, it is necessary to use manual labor to transmit messages, and the speed is obviously much slower.

If this has delayed the military situation, then he will inevitably be punished.

Thinking of this, the general felt a toothache.

What he didn't know was that Wang Xuan had already thought of an excuse and was considering how to speak.

Two people just like this, you look at me, and I look at you.

"Anger +599."

……

The general's anger towards Wang Xuan was not a one-off, but popped out every once in a while.

Wang Xuan's eyes lit up, he really wanted to stay in this stalemate forever.

Of course, even if you can't do it forever, the benefits of sticking to it for a day are still very high.

As a result, the general's egg hurts, you are more stiff than a zombie!

Seeing the other party's eyebrows raised, he could not help but run away, Wang Xuan knew that the heat was about to come, so he decided to strike first.

He grabbed the stick and gestured: "I just roasted a pheasant, do you want to try it?"

"pheasant?"

The general looked at Wang Xuan with a painful expression on his face.

How are you fooling a fool, do you have such a small pheasant?

And what happened to the pigeon feathers on the ground?

Is this pheasant a half-breed, mixed with a pigeon?

The general's heart is very ugly, and there are many flaws that he can't spit out.

If I believed you, I would be an idiot.

"Boy, if you roasted the carrier pigeon Master Zhang Han gave me, you will be punished." The general said coldly.

"I told you it was a pheasant."

Wang Xuan pricked his neck and defended.

He certainly won't admit it.

Soon he knew what the problem was, the pigeon feathers in the ground had not been dealt with.

So the next moment, he used his toes to throw all the pigeon feathers into the fire and burn them to ashes.

"What I roast is pheasant." Wang Xuanli said confidently.

The general almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

It's too blatant for you to destroy corpses and wipe out traces.

But by the time he realized it, all the pigeon feathers had been burned off.

He suddenly realized that if this guy insisted that what he roasted was a pheasant, but he had no proof, then he would not be able to explain the matter of the pigeon.

Immediately, the general's egg hurts, where did such a product come from, it can't be judged by common sense, right?

"What's your name?"

The general asked in a calm voice.

There are many people from aristocratic families called this time, but no matter what their origin is, they must be restrained by these generals.

In other words, whoever's son they are also eligible to punish.

Even if there is no punishment at the time, it will be reported when it is over, and someone will naturally come to settle accounts in the future.

When Wang Xuan heard the other party ask his name, he was immediately unhappy.

how?Are you going to sue for eating your pigeons?

I can sit up straight, so what if I tell you my name?I'm afraid you won't make it.

So he straightened his chest and said loudly: "My prime minister's mansion, Li Shan."

"I just parted ways with Li Shan half an hour ago..."

Three black lines appeared on the general's forehead.

"Anger +699."

"Ah! I misremembered, my name is Li Guang."

Wang Xuan said with a chuckle, his face has long been cultivated to perfection, and he can't see the slightest embarrassment at all.

The general was even more ashamed.

I believe you ghost, do you still have a truth in your mouth?Who can remember his name wrong, just kidding me.

"Li Guang, I've heard of your name. As the son of General Li Xin, it's really not good for you to behave like this."

The general took a deep breath and said.

Although it is said that all the descendants of the aristocratic family are his temperance this time, but Li Xin is a famous general in the dynasty after all, if he is Li Xin's son, it is fine to roast a pigeon and endure it.

"I'm under Bigu."

The general reported his name.

The subtext is, this time you roasted my carrier pigeon, I don't care about you, but you have to remember this favor.

It's just that there was something obviously affectionate and said to the deaf man, but Wang Xuan didn't pay attention to him at all.

Turning the pigeon in his hand, he put it to his nose and smelled it again, his face full of intoxication.

Immediately afterwards, he found a wooden stick, cleaned up the blackened residue on it, tore it off and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Li Guang, are you listening to me?"

The general yelled.

"Uh...do you eat?"

Wang Xuan asked inarticulately.

When Bi Gu saw that the homing pigeons he raised carefully on weekdays were left with bones, his heart ached.

"No, you can eat."

Bi Gu took a deep breath and turned his head to the side.

He was afraid that he would not be able to resist drawing his sword and hacking the bitch to death.

Bi Gu ordered his subordinates to send someone to deliver a letter to Zhang Han.

At this time, I saw a few people walking faintly from a distance, all of them were young boys, and they should also be children of various aristocratic families.

One of the chubby guys' eyes lit up when he saw Wang Xuan eating pigeon meat there.

"Brother, where did you get the pigeon? It's really delicious! I want to roast one too."

"Uh, it just came off the flagpole."

Wang Xuan said casually.

Bi Gu, who was about to leave just now, suddenly felt pain in his stomach.

Didn't you say it's a pheasant, is it a pheasant?

Wang Xuan seemed to realize that he had slipped his tongue.

"Actually, it's a pheasant. In our hometown, a pheasant is called a pigeon..."

"Then what do you call pigeons in your hometown?"

asked the chubby boy.