Huan Zicheng's expressionless face showed a little gentleness, and his voice was not cold, and he said in a harmonious voice: "I don't blame you for this, if you want to blame, blame me." ”

After saying this, he sighed and suddenly changed the subject: "What day is the day that Your Majesty has set for me to return to the city?"

"It's early August. The dumb slave immediately replied, "The official document brought by the lord also marked the date of returning to Beijing. ”

They went to Surabaya to patrol the border this time, and there was a clear date for coming and going, and this day was also set by Emperor Zhongyuan himself. Huan Zicheng asked at this time, which made the dumb slave a little confused.

When Huan Zicheng heard this, the corners of his lips were very rare to hook up by half a point, and he said lightly: "Sure enough." ”

The mute slave looked at him in silence, apparently not understanding his words.

Huan Zicheng was expressionless, took out the simple clay pot and pottery pot from the partition, slowly poured a cup of tea, and said: "Since we left Surabaya, we have been attacked one after another. At first, we all thought it was probably the one on the dragon chair who was trying to do it. However, after the two sides fought, Uncle Dumb and Lu Zong both said that these people were all mountain bandits and the like, and they were not worth mentioning at all. So, dumb uncle, please think about it, what is the purpose of the people who secretly set up a situation to sneak attack me several times?"

The dumb slave froze.

He had thought about this question before, but he always missed the point.

At first, they only thought it was an occasional bandit, and later they suspected that someone from the imperial city was doing it, but in the end, the facts have already shown that it is another group of people who are secretly setting up a scheme.

But the means of this person who set up the bureau are too low, and if he finds so many soft-footed shrimp, where can he stop the Huan family's carriage and horses?

It's just nonsense.

Thinking so in his heart, the dumb slave also said: "Back to the lord, I think this person who set up the bureau is just messing around, the so-called frog at the bottom of the well, stupid, this person also looks down on the Huan family too small." ”

"Definitely. Huan Zicheng said lightly, the curvature of the corners of his lips deepened slightly, and the expression on his face seemed to contain some ridicule: "Uncle Dumb is thinking about it this time, in my opinion, the purpose of the person who set up the bureau is not to take my life at all, but to ...... Stand in my way. ”

The dumb slave was slightly startled and asked, "How do you say this?"

Huan Zicheng hooked his lips indifferently: "Uncle dumb, think about it, since we were attacked, has our speed of rushing been much slower?"

The dumb slave frowned: "The lord is the body of a daughter, and there can be no damage." For safety reasons, we have to find out the way ahead before we can move forward, so the speed on this road is a bit ......"

At this, his voice suddenly stopped.

At that moment, he seemed to suddenly remember something, his face changed suddenly, and he lost his voice: "It turns out ...... How can that be?!"

Huan Zicheng bowed his head at him and said, "As Uncle Dumb thought, that's what happened." ”

The breath on the dumb slave's body instantly turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "This plan is really vicious. Several sneak attacks have alerted us, and for safety reasons, we have to slow down and act carefully. And that's what the man was for. He hoped that the lord would not be able to return to Beijing in time. ”

"Exactly. Huan Zicheng drank all the tea in one gulp and put down the pottery cup: "If you don't return within the time limit, it is to resist the decree, and if you say it in a small way, I will be recorded as a big mistake; And if I am guilty, then I am afraid that I will not be able to do it anymore. ”

Speaking of this, the corners of his lips moved again, but his face was cold: "From this and there, it is clear who this person is." ”

The coldness on Uncle Dumb's body instantly froze.

At that moment, it was as if he had suddenly disappeared, or rather disappeared, or even merged with the carriage, with the west wind, and with the mountains of the wilderness, so that people could not even perceive his existence.

After a long while, the breath on the dumb slave's body finally returned to coldness, raised his arms, and lightly spit out two words: "Shaft!"

When he said this, his face was full of contempt and contempt.

Huan Zicheng turned his head to look out the window.

Outside the window is the desolate scenery of the Northland, with craggy cliffs reaching into the sky, and huge boulders rising from the walls, like monsters.

Compared with this dangerous and gloomy mountain, Huan Zicheng feels that the so-called relatives around him, or rather, the hearts and calculations of the people in this world, are the most sinister.

Huan Ziyu, his half-brother, is really quite wise.

In the past and in the present life, it is the same.

"Where's the gift?" Huan Zicheng suddenly opened his mouth, his voice still plain cold.

This topic is thousands of miles away from before, the dumb slave was stunned by the question, and after a while, he crossed his hands and said: "Hui Langjun, everything is ready, according to the head of each room, there will be no mistake, Lang Jun, but please rest assured." ”

While talking, the aura on his body gradually calmed down, and real joy finally floated on that honest face.

"Is Uncle Dumb happy?" asked Huan Zicheng.

Although he didn't look at the dumb slave, he seemed to sense the other party's emotions.

The dumb slave raised his eyes to look at Huan Zicheng and said with a smile: "Even though there are villains making trouble, Lord Lang and Lang Jun are the first time in more than ten years to spend the Double Ninth Festival in the capital. Lord Lang...... still fancy Lang Jun. ”

"Is that what Uncle Dumb thinks?" Huan Zicheng rolled his eyes and glanced at him indifferently.

The dumb slave's expression was a little hesitant, and he pondered for a moment, and finally crossed his hands and said: "The subordinates have no ideas, but they are arranged by the master." ”

Huan Zicheng looked at him expressionlessly, and after a long time, Fang sighed lightly: "That's it, Uncle Dumb is different from others, I can't be strong." ”

He seemed to be a little excited, and after sitting for a while, Fang shook his head self-deprecatingly: "I just said something wrong, don't blame Uncle Dumb." With that, he took out a white porcelain teacup from the partition, poured it slowly, and handed it to the dumb slave.

The dumb slave calmly took the teacup, raised his head and drank it all, then looked at Huan Zicheng again, with a look of love on his face, and said gently: "Lang Jun...... is very smart, if Ming Gong is still alive, he must be very happy. He said with emotion on his face, and looked at Huan Zicheng's eyes full of smiles.

The dumb slave is referring to the Ming Gong here, referring to Huan Zicheng's grandfather - Huan Fucheng.

When Huan Zicheng heard this, his face was slightly moved, and he looked out the window for a while, and said slowly: "What I am doing is a major event in the world, and with the help of my dumb uncle, I feel at ease." ”

"My subordinates are willing to die for the Lord. The mute slave put down the teacup and lowered his head in a solemn voice.

"Then I'll thank Uncle Dumb. Huan Zicheng's voice was gentle, he paused, and then asked, "I asked you to make an appointment, but did you make an appointment?"

"It's an appointment. The dumb slave's expression became solemn, and he crossed his hands and said, "I made an appointment with them to meet at Huangyazikou, a hundred miles ahead." The terrain of the place is hidden and not easy to detect. ”