"It's cooler. ”

Last night, there was a violent storm, and the ginkgo biloba fell to the ground, and the golden yellow on the ground spread outward, and the carpet of the palace may not be so brilliant.

The middle-aged man stared at the yellow leaf for a while, and then he reached out and picked up a piece, and a gust of wind swept by, he shivered and sighed.

"All kinds of things in the palace should be ready, right?" he asked after a while.

"The windows are heavily pasted, so I don't want to let in the air. The tapestry on the door is also ready, and it will be hung in a few days. The roof tiles of each hall have also been overhauled, and all the ones that should be mended have been repaired. There was another person next to the middle-aged man, with two beautifully trimmed mustaches on his lips, and his voice was low, but he was just talking a little babbling, but all that should be explained was clear.

"Don't worry about it. The middle-aged man bowed slightly.

"Hey, what's so polite about this, what should be done. Besides, if you don't bother with a little more effort, I'm afraid that the emperor will only have Lord Wang left in his heart. Bazihu said self-deprecatingly.

A young face appeared in the middle-aged man's mind, and he exhaled lightly, "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves......

He suddenly came to his senses, looked around, and asked, "What about that one, I haven't seen him since the morning?"

"In the room. The worm girl came out and said hello, she couldn't say that she could eat, so she asked her to bring the food in. "Nonsense.

As he was talking, a maid passed by with a plate, and Bazihu got up and looked at it, the plate was bare, and the lunch served in was eaten cleanly.

He shut himself in his room again, and it seemed that he really didn't want to come out. The middle-aged man also saw it, shook his head and said, "I don't know why I have to let him come out with him, this kind of thing, if you're not interested, forget it......"

"It's not what the emperor said, it's 'that one' who forcibly asked for it. Bazihu said lightly.

The middle-aged man was surprised, turned his head to look at his companion, and after a while lowered his voice and said, "But I heard that this one is not the ...... of that one."

"Of course not. I heard that one still hasn't ...... Of course, it can't be ......" Speaking of this kind of palace secret, the mustache also minimizes the volume, almost a whisper.

However, if they are still talking about this kind of thing here, they can only say that everyone in the world has a gossip heart.

"Then why is that one planning for him?" the middle-aged man asked in a low voice.

"Then I don't know. He shook his head.

The middle-aged man groaned for a long time and said softly.

At this time, a small servant walked over quickly, saluted the two of them, and reported: "Lord Yan has already entered the city, and you can get there with another cup of tea." He told me to come and report to you early. ”

"Oh, so fast, not bad. The middle-aged man was unexpectedly authentic.

"Lord Yan...... Is that Master Yan?" asked nonsense.

"Yes, according to the plan, he set off from Jiangnan Road and led a team to the West Desert to complete that task. Now calculated, it is also time to pass through Jincheng. It's a coincidence. The middle-aged man said.

"Is it 'that' mission?" asked Nonsense.

"Yes. He didn't mean it explicitly, but the middle-aged man already understood what he meant and nodded.

“...... It's a bit whimsical. "Nonsense.

"It's been almost 10 days since they hit the road, so it's time to see the results. The middle-aged man stroked his beard and smiled.

Bazihu shook his head slowly, obviously not optimistic.

Xu Wen sat in Yan Jiangguan's car and walked on the streets of Jincheng.

The weather was a little cool, and the doors of the rattan car were closed, but the windows were still open to let in some air.

Xu Wen leaned against the window and looked at the scenery outside.

The high-rise buildings of modern cities feel similar no matter where you go, and the landmark buildings have their own shapes, but the styles are still similar.

But now it's different, Jincheng and Lin Luo are two cities at a glance.

It's not that they say who is new, who is old, who is prosperous, who is backward or something, but the temperament alone is far from the same.

Lin Luoshui has many bridges and boats, and the whole city is built on the river extending in all directions, with the green willows, white walls and black tiles on the riverside, and Wu Nong's soft words under the willows, the overall temperament is elegant and beautiful.

Jincheng is surrounded by mountains on three sides, Fenshui passes through the city, yellow walls and gray tiles everywhere, withered grass and sky, looks vast and thick, tough and simple.

In terms of living environment, of course, Lin Luo is better, but Jincheng also has its own unique beauty.

The rattan carriage shook slightly, similar to the feeling of sitting in the Tianzuokaku carriage.

This is already rare, the road surface of Jincheng is not as good as Lin Luo's with the naked eye, but the smoothness of the carriage is not much worse, which can only show that the shock absorption function of Yan Jiangguan's car is far superior to that of Tianzuoge.

Xu Wen curiously glanced out, but from his angle, he could only see the two wheels side by side, and he couldn't see the wheel axles.

Yan Gongguan looked like he was closing his eyes and recuperating, but as soon as Xu Wen moved, he noticed it, he opened his eyes and asked, "What?"

Xu Wen didn't hide it, and said it directly.

"Vision!" The question was clearly scratching the itch of Craftsman Yan, and he cocked his thumb and smiled very happily.

"I'll tell you about it. There was a few cases by the window, with paper and pen on them, and Yan Jiangguan pulled them over casually and began to explain to Xu Wen in writing and drawing.

In the past few days, the numbers and symbols taught by Xu Wen have also been learned, and it is indeed very convenient to use them directly at this time.

The two use the same system, the same set of ideas, and the communication is completely on the same channel, which is very smooth.

The content of what Yan Jiangguan said can be understood as soon as he listens to it, and the subtleties of the design can be heard immediately, and he can also put forward some new ideas and suggestions.

The more the old and the young talked, the more energetic they became, and the short journey was even deeper than the relationship established together in the past few days.

"You're right! this place could be changed like this......" Yan Craftsman took the pen and said with great interest as he wrote and drew on the paper, but with a "bang", the carriage suddenly jolted violently.

Yan Jiangguan was caught off guard, his hand shook, and the pen directly poked into his eyes.

Xu Wen was taken aback, his balance ability was much stronger than that of Yan Jiangguan, and he subconsciously reached forward, grabbed Yan Jiangguan's wrist, and snatched the pen down.

Only then did Yan Gongguan react to what had happened, and he instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

"What's going on?!" if this one is poked, this eye will be useless. Furious, Craftsman Yan slammed the wall of the car and yelled at the coachman.

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, a louder commotion sounded outside.

"Bumped into someone!"

"Hit someone!"

The two were startled, looked at each other, and hurriedly got out of the car.

Sure enough, in front of the wheels of the carriage, a person was lying on the ground, face down, his body did not rise and fall, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Yan Jiangguan panicked instantly.

He didn't know who this person was, and he didn't know who hit whom first, but if he did hit someone, it would be troublesome.

Even if he can get away with it in the end, this time will be delayed.

He's on his way with a mission!

He didn't have time to blame the coachman, who was a hired handman, not a servant, and hurried to test the man's breath.

As soon as he put his hand up, the man let out an "um" and woke up slowly.

Yan Jiangguan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, helped him up, and asked, "Are you okay?"

The man didn't say anything, just rubbed his head.

You don't need to touch it, you can see it with the naked eye, there is a big bag bulging on his head, which looks a little scary.

After a while, he raised his head, looked at Yan Jiangguan with a confused expression, then looked at Xu Wen, and asked, "Who are you?

After a while, he asked in confusion, "Who am I?"

Hearing this familiar triple question, Xu Wen chuckled in his heart.

Really amnesia?

No way?

This plot is too outdated!