Chapter 4 Fireworks River

"You go."

Leaving Wang Xiner off his horse, An Bochen looked back. More than a hundred guards looked uneasily at the stream across more than a dozen horses across the western suburbs.

"What's your name?"

stood up and rubbed her numb wrist. Wang Xiner lowered her head and asked.

An Bochen was stunned. Just then, a high-spirited voice came from the side.

"Bad bitch, I'm not afraid to tell you. My brother doesn't change his surname or change his name. He is the best man in my Yuanjing Village, Bo Chen!"

When the words fell, An Bochen just wanted to strangle the fat man beside him immediately. He regretted that he promised to take him to escape for his life.

Li Xiaopang had no awareness at all. He rode on the horse and had a round belly. He looked forward to his posture. He really felt that there were thousands of troops and horses behind him, and he took the lead and rejected the enemy chief. Wang Xiner couldn't help laughing.

After a long silence, Wang Xiner looked at An Bochen carefully, suddenly smiled and said.

"You must have cracked the unique sentence left by Li Gongzi on the wall, right?"

"No."

An Bochen stared at Li Xiaopang, stopped his eagerness to try, and said calmly.

The more she looked at the teenager in front of her, the more curious Wang Xiner became. Through the veil, her eyes flashed with a strong interest, as if she had seen some rare treasure.

Mr. Li loves money and loves watching dramas, but he doesn't know the art of practice. It is rumored that he got what he didn't deserve - the secret book of immortals, which was learned by the lord of the country, so he ordered the Wang family to send people to spy. But only the lord who wants to be a real person will believe that rumor. As we all know, as early as thousands of years ago, the immortals died, and only one "Wenwu Fire Practice" has been passed down in the world, which has become the practice method of today's Da Kuang Dynasty. Perhaps there are other Taoist charms that specialize in Taoism and their refining methods, which are collected by major princes and families to deal with those restless practitioners. Since the immortals have already died, how can they leave secrets? Even if there are, they should be discovered early together with "Wenwu Fire Practice".

Therefore, Wang Xiner made an unannounced visit to Liu on this trip. In nominally, she was ordered to investigate the secrets under the order of the lord of the country, but in fact, she was ordered by the veteran alliance of the Wang family to kill Liu Shi. If you casually find a place to kill someone, the lord of the country will doubt it after returning to the country, but if Liu Shi dies because of leaving the prince, even if the lord of the country has doubts, he will not delve further. Although Mr. Li is not a minister of the State of Liu, he is more important than an ordinary minister. His death will definitely cause a shock to the government of the State of Liu. If he knows that it is the people of the State of Wu, it is impossible to declare war across the river.

Your superiors and subordinates know it well, but no one can break it. Just think that it has never happened. This is a check and balance. Although the Wang family has fallen, it has spent countless means to find out the mind of the lord of the country and get the opportunity to go to the State of Liu. He secretly shadyed the lord of the country and grabbed the handle. In the future, it is impossible to rise again.

However, the accident happened, just because the appearance in front of him was not amazing, but the young man with great wisdom.

If Mr. Li really got the immortal secret book and hid it in the final sentence before he died, he might have already cracked it.

What a forbearable teenager.

Wang Xiner sighed and looked up at An Bochen again.

She didn't know that if it hadn't been for the evil dream, the teenager in front of her would have been lying coldly in the secret room.

Because of that dream, everything has changed dramatically tonight, with the fate of countless people.

"Yuanjing Village... Bo Chen... Anwazi... It turns out that you are An Bochen from Yuanjing Village.

Squinting her eyes, Wang Xiner said meaningfully.

The taste of this is a little strange, as if it was staged on the stage. When heroes meet in the world, they will always sing a fat promise and pretend to be shocked. Ah, it turns out that you are so-and-so from a certain mountain, disrespectful.

An Bochen frowned slightly, but Li Xiaopang beside him entered the play. He re-paired the horse's buttocks and jumped to An Bochen's side. He held his head high and raised his chest, with a glorious posture. Only that sentence came from Yuanjing Village.

"Bochen, Bochen, this name is wonderful. It's not vulgar or indecent, but it's elegant. It seems that your father must be a hermit talent.

Hearing the words, An Bochen was stunned again. He glanced at the joke in the woman's eyes, and his heart suddenly felt cold.

An Bochen always feels confused when he usually writes and reads with the prince and watches those obscure dialogues. But after a great disaster of life and death tonight, somehow, An Bochen seemed to be suddenly enlightened and gradually realized some of the truth hidden in books and dramas. Although it is still far from the integration, it can also be a little bit of a little bit.

People have three demons, desire, inertia and cowardice. In the past, An Bochen was the only one. He was born in poverty, so he had low self-esteem. If he had low self-esteem, he would be cowardly. After being cowardly for a long time, he would naturally not fight again, and he would have the inertia of ease. In the final analysis, it was because he did not dare to resist the fate of his humble birth. However, after a bloody night of escaping from death, everything gradually became different.

Li Xiaopang was a little confused, but An Bochen faintly realized that the woman was threatening him with her father.

"Not to mention whether you have that time or not, even if you have, aren't you afraid that I will shake you out the matter of killing the prince and Liu Shi?"

Pretling to be calm, An Bochen sat on the horse and said steadily.

The applause came, and the woman clapped her hands, looked deeply at An Bochen, and said with a smile.

"Anjushi is really an unusual teenager. If Anjushi is willing to keep this secret, Xiner will naturally not disturb your father. I don't know what to do?"

After thinking about it, An Bochen didn't think of what else he could do.

Revenge for that stupid man? Come on, it's God's blessing that he can save his life. Although the prince doesn't treat himself badly, he has also let himself serve for four years, which is not owed to each other. At worst, when the Past Life Festival comes, I will kick a mountain bag and burn high incense for his old man.

"Oi, it's a deal."

Seeing the teenager on the opposite side "thought-out", he nodded and agreed. Wang Xiner couldn't help but feel that this boy was extraordinary, calm, calm, and tolerant. He will be a great person in the future.

"It's a deal. If the resident comes to the State of Wu in the future, he can come to the royal palace to find Xin'er. So, goodbye."

Looking at the expressionless An Bochen, Wang Xiner smiled softly, and then turned to Li Xiaopang, who was confused.

"Little fat man, you too."

After saying that, Wang Xiner turned around and walked across the river.

When the woman went far away, An Bochen breathed a sigh of relief, and his tight little face gradually eased.

Li Xiaopang, who was beside him, had already been dumbfounded. He was Li Gongzi's servant. Although his name was elegant, he was a hard work to repel mosquitoes for the prince's fan. However, he was asked to do it, a rich son, which naturally made him full of resentment. He looked forward to go home early all day long, and he was not in the mood to study. He can understand and understand what An Bochen and Wang Xiner said, but even if he doesn't understand, he can feel the power of An Bochen. In the local language of the village, it is very impressive!

If it weren't for An Wazi tonight, I wouldn't have saved my life, let alone hijacked the stinky woman all the way to the city gate. Listening to her and An Wazi talking politely, it was like two big men talking, and even I felt ashamed.

It was a woman who killed the bastard without blinking her eyes, and with so many guards. Obviously, she was a royal and grandson aristocrat. Her identity was much higher than her own old man. It was simply heaven and earth. If the old man knew that he could talk to such a person, he would not forget to smile at himself before leaving and invite himself to the State of Wu as a guest. I don't know if the old man will be scared.

Li Xiaopang thought affectionately and was happy, but his eyes fell on An Bochen, who was in a daze and didn't know what he was thinking about, and couldn't help but be slightly distracted.

Is he really the one who scolds himself?

No! He must have deliberately concealed it from me before. He is not even afraid of that evil woman, and how can he be afraid of himself? Then he used to...

Looking at An Bochen's "t Tall" back standing on the bank of the river, Li Xiaopang's eyes turned red.

It turns out that he has been letting himself out all the time and is too lazy to argue with himself... What an airy Anwazi!

"Let's go, Xiaoguan, let's go back to the village."

After being silent for a long time, An Bochen raised his head, looked at Li Xiaopang, who was wiping his tears, and said.

Li's Xiaopang is just a nickname given by An Bochen when he was bored. His real name is Li Xiaoguan. Perhaps because he wants to return to that quiet but remote village, An Bochen subconsciously called out Li Xiaopang's real name.

......

Mr. Li is good at six arts. An Bochen and Li Xiaopang have been following him for four years. Needless to say, they are riding horses. At present, the two are driving side by side and heading for the capital.

"When you return to Yuanjing Village, you will definitely be the best ploughing horse in the village."

patting the horse's head, An Bochen whispered.

The State of Wu and the State of Liu are thousands of miles away from each other, across the fireworks river that spans the Da Kuang Dynasty. Although the name is elegant, it is that when the founding emperor of Da Kuang was depressed in Jiangdong, he killed 9,000 pursuers, abandoned the corpses in the river, looked back, and sighed to the generals under his command. If I return to the north of the river one day, I will hire a divine master and make six-grade Taoist charms to release thousands of fireworks. I thought you were waiting for the celebration. Until the day of the capital of the Kuang Dynasty, Emperor Kuangshi did not fulfill his original promise. The old ministers who followed him in the past were either deprived of their military power and became a rich man, or died of depression, but the name of the fireworks river has been passed down to this day. There is a grassland on the left side of the Fireworks River. Although it is not big, the water and grass are abundant. It is occupied by the State of Wu and is specially used to raise horses. The horse here is tall and strong, running like flying. Even if it ingests the Taoist charm, it can run for seven days without dying. There is a folk song saying that the man of the State of Qin and the State of Wu are talking about the vigor of the horse of the State of Wu.

An Bochen and Li Xiaopang are riding Wu Guoma at present. An Bochen knows a little about equestrianism and knows the X-Trail under his horse. But since he has followed himself, he can only go back to Yuanjing Village with him. At worst, when he finishes ploughing the land, he will brush his body for him several times and spread more warm hay.

Touching the soft mane, An Baichen thought, unconsciously, he had come to the official road outside the city.

To the right, it leads to Yuanjing Village. To the left, it is the capital of Liuguo, which has watched the play for four years.