Chapter 11 Duke Huo

Looking at the girl's delicate back, An Bochen hesitated for a long time, but still failed to summon up the courage to speak.

She took a lot of time and did not hesitate to use a six-grade Taoist charm and turned into a realistic Li Gongzi, with flesh and blood, and her expression and manners were vivid, just for the fairy secret book. But even An Bochen didn't know whether there were any fairy secrets hidden in the belly of the doll covered with gold and jade.

A red hair floating like cherry blossoms appeared on the long street of Xijing, stepping on the hazy moonlight. His words and behavior were all mysterious. One night later, he took An Bochen into this wonderful drama... Until now, An Bochen still feels a little unreal.

With her status as the son of the Wu family, there are endless Taoist symbols one after another. She can threaten herself like Wang Xiner, but she made a deal with herself. The prince often says that the family is like a lion and tiger, and the common people are like lambs. The lion and tiger feeds on lambs. How can they have compassion, but she seems to be a little different.

The sea breeze swept across the state and county, rolled up the wind bells on the eaves and rang, and inadvertently raised the teenager's forehead.

Standing beside the smiling young man, An Bochen looked into the distance from the building. The streets of Liujing, Jinli shops, and pedestrians and passers-by became as small as a jujube core.

"Although the capital is good, it is a little flustered when it stands high. When you get a thousand taels of gold and practice well, you'd better go back to Yuanjing Village to buy dozens of mu of land and be a big member... It's just that I will never see her again."

If the "red girl" is still there at this time, he will be surprised to see An Bochen's appearance.

The wooden color on the teenager's face was blown away by the sea breeze, revealing the same indifferent and calm expression as the "Li Gongzi" beside him. There were a few traces of book smells between his eyebrows, and the green shirts were swayed by the wind. Standing at the window, it was like a Haidongqing facing the wind, leisurely overlooking the 70-li Liujing below him.

An Bochen came from a quiet mountain village. He followed the gentle Li Gongzi and developed an indisputable temper from childhood, but he hid under his cowardice and numb appearance. But what happened in the past three days was like a fire wind, suddenly burning his cowardice and inertia to ashes. However, perhaps because he was too impressed by the story of Tian Frog, An Bochen always felt that he was in Liujing and was still a silly little servant before, even in front of his ally "Red Girl".

It has nothing to do with planning. Now An Bochen, who is still a piece of white paper, doesn't know how to intrigue, but this can make him feel more secure.

At this moment, a cold look came from the oblique bottom. An Bochen's heart jumped and turned around. He saw the old man with two triangular eyes looking at him meaningfully by the corridor under the Moyun Building.

The old man's eyes were clear, like a jackal in the night, staring at An Bochen's back coldly, subconsciously retreating half a step. However, in an instant, the old man dropped his eyelids, withdrew his eyes, rolled up his sleeves again, leaned on the column in the sun, and hummed his little song.

"Shouldn't he find out?"

Looking at the "Li Gongzi" beside him, who seemed to have a stroke, An Bochen frowned and muttered to himself.

An Bochen, the old man downstairs, is very familiar with him. His surname is Xiao, and his single name is Hou. Long before An Bochen followed Mr. Li, he was already the housekeeper of Moyun Tower. Moyun Tower has seven floors, and the top floor is the place where the prince drinks with the railings. Except for An Bochen, there is no prince's order, and the rest of the people are not allowed to take half a step. The third to sixth floors are the place for princes to meet guests, frequent guests on the third floor, luxury guests on the fourth floor, distinguished guests on the fifth floor, and rare guests on the sixth floor. Further down is where the servant and maidservant live. Ordinary slaves can only live on the ground floor, while Housekeeper Xiao dominates the second floor. This alone is enough to see his position in the prince's mind.

However, he is not good-looking and wears sloppy clothes. He usually go his own way. The prince's men, including An Bochen, hate him very much. He is just a useless old man who flatters and pleases the prince.

At that time, I thought so, but today An Bochen looked at Xiao Hou again, and there was another idea in his heart.

If he didn't have a skill, how could he get into the eyes of the prince? He could be rewarded with a floor of Mo Yun, which could not be exchanged for flattery. He pretended to be like this in front of people, but he was wise to protect himself, which was equivalent to another field frog.

Once the magic barrier in his heart was broken, An Bochen's mind became more and more agile. In the past, although he could gain insight in a short time, he did not know how to use it. After a bloody night, in just three days, the teenager who came out of the small mountain village changed dramatically, but he didn't even notice it.

With put away his deep thought, An Bochen turned back to the seemingly dull teenager. He sat back next to Mr. Li and looked at the clouds outside the window. The wind was gentle and the sun was beautiful. Before long, his eyelids gradually drooped, and there were bursts of low snoring.

......

"Have you checked it?"

"Yes. An Bochen's original name was An Wazi. He was born in a small village 20 miles west of the city. His parents were all tenants. Four years ago, he was selected by Li Gongzi and brought into the capital. Along with him was the eldest son of the Li family, the head of the household. However, the scout said that the son of the head of the family suddenly turned around two days ago, and others asked him why he didn't say anything..."

Before the small school half kneeled on the ground finished speaking, he only felt a strong wind coming to his face, and his body shrank back uncontrollably. The small school looked up in surprise and saw that the people in the hall's originally closed eyes suddenly opened a crack, and a terrible silver light flashed out, which disappeared in an instant.

The man looks about 40 or 50 years old, but his white hair is over his shoulders and his forehead is wrinkled. His actual age is already nearly 100. The reason why he looks young is that he made a white fire at the age of 40 and set foot on the product of heaven.

His eyebrows were thick and dense, like two competing simple knives, but at this time, they were strangled together, which made the small school under the hall worried. He followed his father-in-law for nearly 20 years, but he only saw this look in front of him twice. The first time was an expedition to Nanman with the army. At that time, he was just a horse servant of the father-in-law. On the eve of the war, he was feeding horses in the stable, but he saw the father-in-law standing in front of the school yard with his hands, staring at the ten-foot sand table with no expression. That was the first time he saw the old man frown, as if two long knives were hitting each other, with a faint smell of fierce fighting. The next day, Liu's reinforcements broke through the southern barbarians and beheaded more than a thousand. They floated on the surface of the Nanyu River in a row, which was miserable and terrible, and the father-in-law's eyebrows also eased.

The second time, during the palace change 14 years ago, the eldest son-in-law relied on 5,000 iron horses, concealed the former king Yu Xun, closed the palace door, and wanted to private his son as the king. As early as half a month ago, the Yulin army was transferred to ten miles away from the suburbs of the city by a strange secret decree. Jin Wuwei had always been timid and afraid of things. Seeing the iron horse galloping around the palace, swords and shadows, how dared to explore. From the general down to the soldiers, they looked pale in the direction of the palace, until a fierce horse as black as cold charcoal appeared.

"Three hundred people."

Riding on horseback, Duke Huo looked down at the Jinwu guard and said with a blank face.

The voice fell, and no one answered.

"Give it to someone 300 people."

Duke Huo said it again.

Looking at the Duke of Huo, who had a trace of murder between his eyebrows, the general of Jin Wuwei had already been scared and squeaked, and could not say a word for a long time.

The eyebrows are like a knife. In front of the garriling camp on the edge of the city, the Duke of Huo turned his horse and slowly drove forward. The horse's hoofs sounded loudly, as if a hammer hit the hearts of the Jin Wuwei.

Suddenly, the Duke of Huo suddenly pulled up the reins, raised his horse's feet high, and pulled out a five-foot-long sword from his waist. Wu Dejun gave him five big characters, facing the moonlight and pointing straight to the palace.

"Someone wants to be a thief, diligent king, and help the country. It's tonight to make contributions, who wants to go together!"

When the voice fell, the Duke of Huo did not stop. He was the first, like a fire wind, and rushed to the palace.

Seeing the departure of the Duke of Huo, General Jin Wuwei was secretly relieved, but in a blink of an eye, his face suddenly changed. He saw a horse out of the garrison, but he was an unknown crossbowman. At this time, his face turned red, and there was a trace of madness in his eyes.

"It's tonight to make contributions and achievements, and I'm willing to go together!"

In a blink of an eye, three riders soared out, shouting the same slogan and killing the palace. In just half a column of incense, there were 800 people in Jinwuwei who went to war against the order, following the footsteps of the military god of Liu in their minds.

At night, Duke Huo, who was in his idle family, led 800 horsemen to break 5,000 anti-army. From the outer city of the palace, he went straight to the depths of the palace. The blood flowed into a river and his head was everywhere, and the Duke of Huo also personally cut the long son-in-law sitting in Jinluan under the sword. The following year, the Duke of Huo welcomed the new king and inherited the throne, and he himself was reinstauted and became the right prime minister of Liu for the third time.

A general shakes his arms and shouts, eight hundred children come out, and walk in Liujing at night, the first achievement in the ages.

The deeds of the Duke of Huo's attack on King Qin at night were talked about by the people, and some people praised him with poems, but several people knew that when the Duke of Huo was killed in the palace of Liu, there were only three people left with him.

It has always been like this. When Duke Huo wrinkled his knife-like eyebrows, he seemed to be doomed to die.

"Xiao San, you step back."

The little school was so distracted that the people in the hall suddenly said.

"That Yuanjing Village is under control..."

The small school hesitated and was not in a hurry to get up.

"It's all scattered."

The deep voice sounded again.

Hearing the words, the small school was slightly stunned and peeked at the expressionless Duke Huo, but he did not dare to say more. He got up and walked out of the hall.

"Also, don't figure out your intentions in the future."

Half of his foot had just crossed the threshold, and a low voice came from his ear. The little school's face changed slightly, sneaked into the night, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The night wind came, and Huo Guogong walked to the window and looked at the teenager who was still practicing boxing in the backyard. The teenager wore a single dress and spread his hair. He punched down all the way, and a white gas swirled above his head, rising.

He nodded and shook his head. Duke Huo raised his eyes and looked at the moonlight night sky. For a long time, there was a meaningful meaning at the corners of his mouth.

"An Bochen..."