Chapter 165 Early Spring

"Your Excellency, Urgent Report of the State of Qi."

"Let's put it there."

"Yes."

The servants in new clothes put down the letter and retreated respectfully, and did not dare to look up from beginning to end.

Three years ago, the leader was dismissed and banned from his job, and the people in the house were spreading it in private. The leader offended the head of the family because he did not want to marry to Beijing four years later. The subordinates only sighed that Miss Seven did not know the blessing in the blessing, but they also admired her courage to contradict the owner. I thought that Miss Seven could no longer be the ice princess who killed the power in the palm of her hand, but she would return to her original position in less than half a month. I heard that several highly-reliable old generals jointly wrote a letter to plead for Miss Seven.

This seventh lady is really unyielding, and her means are very mysterious.

The servants carefully closed the door, with admiration and emotion in his heart.

"Liu Dudu."

When he bumped into a group of hurried old people, the servant panicked and bowed to the ground.

Liu Laoxiu nodded slightly, walked straight through and entered the small building.

Looking up, the girl in snow-white clothes sat by the window and quietly looked at the letter on the case.

Three years have passed, Simajin has not changed much. He still looks indifferent. When his eyes fall through the veil, it seems to be stained with a layer of frost, which makes people shudder. Perhaps the only change is the wonderful charm that makes the Sima family more and more afraid to look directly. The daughter of the Sima family has finally grown up. Tingting is beautiful and charming. It is not too much to say that she is a fairy.

It's a pity that you have to get married when you grow up.

Shaking his head secretly, Liu Laoxiu couldn't help thinking of Sima Fang that year, and his heart tightened.

In the early winter three years ago, Qin Zhongbei Long Sima Fang went south and secretly met the governor of the ghost army. Even Liu Laoxiu was a little moved by the reward he promised. The other two governors have agreed to form an alliance with Sima Fang, and the old man and the owner of the family are also optimistic about this handsome talent from the State of Qin. Even if Liu Laoxiu has the intention to help Sima Jin, he has no choice. The ghost is so bad that Liu Laoxiu told Sima Fang about Liujing's teenager. In his opinion, it is really ridiculous for Sima Jin to fall in love with a little servant. If he does not cut off this evil fate, it will be a big disaster for Sima Jin and Sima's family.

Sima Fang said goodbye with a smile. Liu Laoxiu was not too careful. It only took four or five days for a servant to come back to Sima Fang to kill him.

This is more than half a month, and a lot of things happened in Liu in half a month. First, Liujing's life changed, but he had to be rescued by a master. Then Liu Jun violently killed Xinjun and succeeded to the throne. Princess Lizhu and Princess Lanyue listened to the government... In these changes that shocked the princes of the world, one insignificant thing made Liu Laoxiu confused. The original Yulin Military Academy Lieutenant An Bochen was meritorious in defending the city and was promoted to general. The general of Zhonglang is half a step away from the rank of general, which is not high, but after all, An Bochen is only fourteen or fifteen years old. The fourteen or fifteen-year-old teenager was canonized as a general. Even in the history of Da Kuang, it is rare and less. It is not surprising. What surprised Liu Laoxiu most was that half a month had passed, and An Bochen was not dead. At the same time, there was no news from Sima Fang.

In a panic, Liu Laoxiu was able to find Simafang in Liuwu and Wu. After another half a month, he finally found Simafang, which was begging along the street, on the border of the State of Wu. The once romantic Qinzhong Beilong's hair spread, wrapped in a broken coat given by passers-by, and his face was full of rotten scars, surrounded by maggots and flies, and the stench soared to the sky. When his men secretly brought back Sima Fang, Liu Laoxiu could hardly recognize the teenager with dull eyes in front of him. He lay on the ground and couldn't help trembling. In addition, the governor of the second army came to hear the news. At a glance, he was shocked on the spot. He was speechless for a long time and walked away.

Liu Laoxiu knew that his two old guys only regarded him as Simajin's secret hands, and he was afraid and angry, but he was helpless. Only Liu Laoxiu knew that Simajin, who was taken away by the old man, could do nothing he could do even if he wanted to do it. It was the general named Liu Guoyu Lin Zhonglang named An Bochen who broke Sima Fang's hands and legs and made him a street beggar.

At that time, there are many talents in the world, and the fierce generals are like clouds. Naturally, the young general of Liu is naturally unknown.

How can you be idle when you are one of the most talented people who may be completely defeated? People call Sima Fang the northern dragon of Qinzhong. Now he can only lie down like an earthworm. What kind of person is the teenager who kills the dragon and worships the generals?

Forbearance, dormant, infinite potential... If he and Simajin join hands, in less than 20 years, our Mamen valve may really be able to return to Beijing.

Liu Laoxiu just thought about this idea at most, and smiled bitterly after thinking about it.

In the calculation of the owner of the family, it is a matter of Simajin's marriage to Beijing. The old man has gone, and the head of the door valve is the only one, which makes Simajin take charge of the ghost army. It's just a matter of her ability. It's just a stopgap measure, and there can never be any promotion. In the master's plan, marriage after half a year is the top priority.

"What's the matter with the governor?"

The indifferent voice sounded, crisp and ethereal, with a trace of alienation.

The corners of his mouth were bitter and dissipated in an instant. Liu Laoxiu sighed secretly, "There is a visit from the State of Qin tonight. The owner of the family means that you can also go to the banquet together. Be ready to be prepared."

Looking at the cuckoo blooming outside the window, the wind danced gently, with a trace of softness. Simajin's long eyelashes blinked gently and whispered, "But are you here to buy weapons?"

"It's good that you know."

Liu Laoxiu muttered, waiting for a long time, but Simajin didn't say anything.

With a helpless smile, Liu Laoxiu waved his hand and walked out of Xiaozhu. In the past three years, the number of times he came to Xiaozhu has not decreased, but he has not asked for half a mouthful of tea.

Spring is bright and beautiful, and the soft wind draws ripples in the stream, rolling up the fragrance of flowers into the window lattice.

Simajin looked at the flying newspaper at hand again, and then threw it on the case, laughing inexplicably.

"Is the troubled times coming soon?"

The divine masters from all sides explore the gods. Although it is a secret, paper can't wrap the fire. Even if no one knows it three years later, no one knows it, but no one knows it. How strange it is not to return for three years. Who knows whether Da Kuang will enter an era where there is no magic master in the next ten or twenty years. A great opportunity is in front of him. Surrounded by tigers and wolves, the fat meat in Beijing is so mouth-watering. Emperor Kuang was mediocre, and the rebellion of the princes from all sides continued. Three years ago, it was the State of Qi, and now it is the State of Qin. As for whether there are any princes and kings behind these rebellions, it is unknown.

Maybe there is only one fuse to cover that layer of shame.

But what does this have to do with me?

The smile at the corners of his mouth gradually became brisk and flexible. If the Sima family were present, he would be stunned to see Simajin at this moment.

The spring breeze hit her face, rolled up the green silk and slowly flowed. The national and fragrant girl pulled out the white wooden box and quietly looked at the letter at the top. Her eyelashes blinked, and her beautiful eyes smiled faintly.

"The people in the long gate really hate it. That's all. I'll go with you."

Put down the letter and leaned on the back of the chair. When she was young, a virtual shadow emerged from her concave and convex delicate body, fell suddenly, danced gently in place, looked at her body with a smile, and floated out.

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In the hometown of the south of the Yangtze River, the fireworks are charming, and the pavilions are still the same.

Three years later, Liujing has regained its vitality. The pavilions look at the fireworks, the fireworks look for beautiful women, the old Tang ancient road is bustling, the Wangjun Lake has a series of paintings, and even the rosefinch street is a little more angry. That year, the capital was in chaos, and the city did not become a city, and the king did not become a king. Although several ministers proposed to move the capital, most of them opposed it. Liu people are also in love with their hometown. They have lived in this place for a long time. No matter how dilapidated they are, they are also their hometown. At worst, they spend more gold and silver to rebuild Kyoto. The new king is still young, and the blue moon princess's ears are soft. Princess Lizhu is also an old-fashioned person, so Liujing kept it like this.

The Yuanmen in the southern suburbs opened, and Yi Biao rode a long drive in. The first was a young general with a silver gun and silver armor. He is seven feet tall, heroic and vigorous, with long hair hanging down his waist and dancing in the wind. Under the helmet is a pair of dark eyes, which are cold and frightening. But when he took off his helmet and showed his usual strange face, it was like a sharp sword back to the sheath. The sharpness in his eyes naturally dispersed. At first glance, it was a little simple, but at first glance, he felt very plain.

Few sergeants know the word "out of dust", but only feel that their general's temperament is extraordinary. I think so. Three years ago, he killed the thief with a thousand enemies, and then leaned on the city to force 30,000 enemy troops out of half a miles. Such a fierce general is naturally different.

Hanging on the rein, An Bochen swept over the five hundred iron riders in front of him and said coldly, "Where is Lieutenant Li?"

"The last one."

As soon as he rode out of the column, he straightened his slightly bulging belly, held his head high, and arched his hand to An Bochen and shouted, "General!"

"Inspect the results."

"The last general is ordered!"

Li Xiaoguan answered, and then walked on the horse. He proudly stroked a circle in front of the cavalry. His eyes turned, and a trace of light flashed in his eyes from time to time, which made the five hundred iron riders beat in his heart.

Everyone knows that Lieutenant Li is a confidant who has repeatedly "born and died" with his general. However, he has no other skills except for his riding skills and fighting. What's the use of fighting? On the battlefield, who will jump off the horse with his bare arms and wrestle with you? He can't use knives, guns, axes, and bows and crossbows. This Li Xiaoguan can be a colonel, but he is in the light of An Lang general.

Everyone knows that they will occasionally be outraged by Li Xiaoguanhu, but they won't say much.

Although An Lang is young, he is a few years younger than most people in Hu Benying, but he is deeply righteous. Although he governs the army, he is sympathetic to his subordinates. He often opens a small stove for everyone, especially the pot of meat soup cooked at the end of each month. After eating it, he feels refreshed. When he goes back to sleep, he always feels that his strength has increased a lot. Therefore, even if An Lang will condone Lieutenant Li, the evil horse, the generals and soldiers will not take it to heart.

Stopping in front of a slightly changed-faced cavalryman, Li Xiaoguan narrowed his eyes and sneered for a long time before saying, "Zhang Changgen, he won 30 in the 100 standards. If he is not qualified, he will be punished for running ten laps."

The cavalryman looked at An Bochen carefully, then turned over and disoed his horse with a sad face, and ran around the camp.

Wherever Li Xiaoguan went, there was a lot of wind and a sigh.

An Bochen looked at it quietly and did not open his mouth. He fucked seven times a month. The scene in front of him had long been common. He led the training day after day, and over time, An Bochen was used to it.

At this moment, a roar sounded from the sky. An Bochen looked up and saw a dark shadow hovering thousands of feet high.