Chapter 1108: Successful Retreat, Angelica (7)

In a village in Xiliang, the handsome man crouched at the door of the bamboo building and looked up.

Wandering away.

The Mocheng guards personally sent King Nanling and Princess Nanling out of customs. The news has spread throughout Mocheng and even the whole Xiliang.

He naturally knew it.

To his confusion, the master left, and no signal was sent to let him retreat when he left.

Does the master have other arrangements? Do you plan to let him continue to lure Xiliang to get information?

But even if you want to continue to lurk, you should give a specific arrangement to follow the direction.

He had an inexplicable feeling, shouldn't he? The master forgot what he was doing undercover?

Impossible, who is the master? Mindful planning, the layout of the Nanling King will never make a mistake!

How could there be such a serious mistake of forgetting subordinates.

The master must have other arrangements.

He waited.

"Is your injury better today? Don't squat at the door, sit with a stool."

Behind her came soft voice.

When the man was sober, he immediately covered his shoulders with one hand to make him feel unwell. "Oh, the wound is still painful. I lie down and rest."

...

From the perspective, Wei Lan was still looking at the people in the window from the back window, her entire face was wooden.

Just now I said, forget Wei Orange, forget ...

Is he wrong?

Turning his gaze again to look at his master, his face was as calm as before, and he did not remember the expression of someone. Wei Lan had just comforted himself that he must not forget, so he heard the man say, "Wei Orange is still in the west? Oh, yes, Let him stay there and remind him to pass back information and stare at the new emperor of Xiliang. "

When Wei Lan walked away, a heart was blown up and down. When she saw Wei Hong, her mood suddenly turned again, and she was greatly gloated.

"Dahong, guess what happened to Wei Orange's kid? The master sent him to cope with Qinglian, and later let him mix in Xiliang to steal information. As a result, the master did not even think of this person when he walked away with him. You said he was much Inconspicuous? Hahaha! "

"You were thrown in Cangwu Town for more than nine years, and the master didn't remember you much, did you?" Wei Hong wondered, where is the superiority of these two goods to make fun of others?

Second goods blue, "..." The hero did not mention the courage of the year.

In the backyard room, Liu Yusheng has returned from shock, very sorry for Wei Orange. "It is estimated that Wei Orange does not know that he has been forgotten now."

"There have been too many things lately, I just didn't remember it for a moment."

"... is there any difference?"

Tapping his fingers, Feng Qingbai was serious, "Wei Orange is a hidden guard. What the hidden guard has to do is make others not feel his presence. In this regard, Wei Orange has done a great job. When he comes back, I will give some Praise. "

Liu Yusheng nodded. Well, Wei Orange was really successful on this point. Not only did not make others feel his presence, even the master forgot him.

Make people laugh and cry.

This matter is over, Liu Yusheng didn't ask Feng Qingbai where Wei Orange was sent to Xiliang. No matter where he was, he just collected Xiliang information and tried to make Nanling know more about Xiliang, so that the two countries If there is any conflict, Nanling can quickly make the best response.

"I think croton and red beans are over. After the farm is busy, let's go back to Beijing first." Put the last medicinal materials into the medicine stove, Liu Yusheng said lightly.

Going to the northwest and entering Xiliang, it was half a year away, she really wanted two babies.

Especially when teasing the little baby in the village in the morning, the miss was even heavier.

"Okay, I'll go back when the farm is busy." Feng Qingbai responded.

They both said to go back, not go back.

Now that the overall situation of Nanling has been stabilized, things in the imperial court don't need the wind and cypresses to stare at all times, and the helper he picked for Feng Moyu has also begun to form a team. There are Liu Zhixia, the elders of the Three Dynasties Yuan, and even the entire cabinet minister.

At the beginning, the Iron Triangle that followed the style of Qingbaifeng and Momo went to the second. At the last corner, Qin Xiao was dragged to their own camp, and the empress was also relaxed with them.

It's time to withdraw.

Xinghua Village is their home.

Successfully retired, Angelica.

On the square table, a white mist was emitted from the medicine stove, and a faint scent of medicine spread slowly in the room. The men and women in the room were still doing their own things, and there were light smiles on the corners of each other's lips.

The days of Xinghua Village are very dull. Day after day, it is very regular for crop people to rise and settle for sunset.

Like the Qinghe River in the village, the level of the stream is slow and silent, and there are almost no waves.

However, the people here can not see the cozy and leisurely part of life, and the simple and indisputable part in the hustle and bustle of the imperial city.

Here, it is the state of mind.

Early in the morning, Qian Wanjin moved the bamboo chair to the yard and lay on it to enjoy the coolness of the morning.

While the sun is not out, you can enjoy half an hour.

"That's what it means to live." With his eyes closed, his hands used to squeeze the soft meat on his belly, Qian Wanjin sighed.

Life is comfortable, talents will be fat and fat, so he is fat.

"Grandma, what's for breakfast in the morning?" Raising her throat, Qian Wanjin asked the old woman who was busy between the stoves.

"It's too hot. If you eat something lighter in the morning, don't pancake fried spring rolls. Those things are easy to get angry if you eat too much. Here is simple, drink porridge and pickles." The old woman also whispered.

"Add two salted eggs, grandma."

"Okay, salted eggs are pickled at home. They are delicious. With your mouth, you won't lose anything delicious."

"How can I not eat when I open a restaurant? Especially with your craft, I can't help it."

The old woman smiled with courage behind her head.

Mr. Liu burned fire in front of the stove, listening to the conversation between the old and the young, and cursed with a smile, "This boy, eat so much to raise his tongue, and smooth his tongue."

Mr. Qian was washing at the door of the stove room, and nodded after hearing the words, he agreed very much. "This stinky boy, with a little patience except a mouth all over his body, is basically useless."

He didn't snor in this sentence.

People in the compound rose one after another, took their own cups and towels, drank water, squatted in rows under the eaves of the stove porch, brushed their teeth and washed their faces, while joining the camp of some gold.

It's almost like weird attack with the group attack. Counting a certain gold count, and finally it's a sin to grow too tender and white.

On the other hand, Qian Wanjin, lying on a bamboo chair not far away, allowed these crowds to attack and stand still.

What kind of storm has he not seen, Master Qian? Beiqun has experienced from a young age to a large one. Copper skin and iron bones have been practiced for a long time. Would you be afraid of such a spitting star?

Liu Yusheng followed suit with Qingbai, and he saw a golden tongue fighting against Confucianism.

Of course, the scene can't catch up with the sharp and subtle lip-gun sword on Chaotang.

For more than ten years in Xinghua Village, Qian Wanjin completely learned the essence of the quarrel of the country people. Use one word to describe, vulgar.

Chaotang Political Bureau has come to an end here, it is time to return to Xinghua Village. The plot after that is a long stream of rural life, ha ha ha.

In the last chapter, I should have written two chapters. I fumbled to read the novel, and I was fascinated when I saw it ... I'm guilty, cough. At the end of the month, everyone smashed their votes and waved a small leather whip, inspiring an orange to rise up to pay off the debt.

(End of this chapter)