Yanqin had been waiting anxiously outside, and he had the heart to go in to urge him, but he was afraid that the ox cart would be stolen, so he had to sit on the wheel with his heart down, holding his cheeks with both hands, his face was full of melancholy, his little face was wrinkled, and his mouth was habitually pouted. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When Huan Zicheng came out of the door, he saw the anxious little face of Yanqin.

The moment he saw Huan Zicheng, a big smile suddenly bloomed on Yanqin's little face, and his eyes were almost too smiling to see.

"Lang Jun is back. He jumped out of the car, ran over happily, and then took out a white towel from his sleeve, threw it on Huan Zicheng's body, and muttered in a low voice: "Really, I don't know how to sweep this store, and I don't even sweep Lang Jun when he goes, it stinks." ”

This kid always stubbornly thought that the blacksmith shop was too dirty, and the old man named Ah Huo was too untidy, so every time Huan Zicheng came out of it, he had to dust off his clothes for half a day, for fear that he would be stained with dust.

Huan Dalang likes to wear a white shirt, the sky is ** clean, and he is as high as the moon.

In the heart of the burning qin, there is still such an impression.

But that's all in the past.

Or rather, that's already a lifetime ago.

The corners of Huan Zicheng's lips moved, and he raised his foot, but stopped again.

At that moment, he was in a trance.

The little boy in front of him, who was smiling happily, coincided with the lifeless, blood-covered face in his memory.

That year, I guess I wasn't even twenty years old.

The prime of life, the most beautiful stage of life.

He was thrown from the wall and thrown to his death.

Huan Zicheng's eyes flashed with a hint of ridicule.

Yes, the people of the Huan family, as long as they are men, they should die.

Even this humble scholar is damned.

It was not enough to die, but to drive all these servants up the walls and throw them down one by one.

Emperor Zhongyuan, Guo Shili, is really a good emperor!

Between Huan Zicheng's eyebrows, a layer of indifference gradually gathered.

"How old are you?" he asked, looking down at the lyre.

The slightly soft voice, as if he was afraid of waking up something, was like whispering.

The movements in the hand of the burning qin did not stop, but the lowered little face collapsed: "Lang Jun, I am nine years old this year." There was a man with a sword before me, because he was sick...... left, my grandfather called me to serve Lang Jun. After finishing speaking, he seemed to be a little sad and sighed, "Hang the sword and go early, Lang Jun forgot it, and now even I don't remember much, alas." As he spoke, his mouth pursed again, and his facial features were wrinkled on his slightly yellow face.

Listening to his rather complaining voice, Huan Zicheng was stunned, and immediately, the corners of his lips had a seemingly nonexistent arc.

"That's it, you're fine. His voice was unusually gentle, and when he finished speaking, he reached out and patted the burning qin on the head.

The burning qin seemed to be scalded by boiling water, and he quickly took a step back with his hands to protect his head, not daring to say anything loudly, so he had to continue to pout and mumble: "Lang Jun, I am a man, and my head cannot be touched." ”

Huan Zicheng's hand hung in the air, but he was not angry, nodded, and got into the car.

Yanqin touched his head, put away the cloth towel, carefully followed the car, and asked softly, "Where is Lang Jun going next?"

"Wu Jiayuanzi. Huan Zicheng said.

Yanqin's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and those eyes flickered, like stars in the sky: "Yes, Lang Jun." He answered loudly, patted the dumb slave again, and gestured to him a few times.

The mute slave nodded and drove away. Yanqin seemed to be very happy, his eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile, and he didn't care whether the dumb slave could hear it or not, so he came to his side and chattered: "Wu Jiayuanzi's oil cakes are delicious, dumb uncle, you also like to eat them, you must be able to eat a few more this time." Oh, and the roasted meat is delicious, and the smoked chicken is fragrant, dumb uncle, do you think we eat meat or chicken?" he frowned in annoyance, as if he was deeply annoyed that he could not choose between them.

Huan Zicheng couldn't help but talk to himself, noisy beside him like a cheerful little bird, he only wore a hat, closed his eyes and rested.

Wu Jiayuan soon arrived.

This is a restaurant in Linyu County, which can be called the most luxurious restaurant in the local area, in the previous life, Huan Zicheng had never been here, and he thought it was vulgar.

Now, he really likes this kind of day when he eats meat in large pieces and drinks in large bowls.

The wine is red, the meat is roasted mutton, the smoked chicken is also on a large plate, and there are oil cakes, soup cakes, and meat cakes, all of which are piled up with wooden cases.

Burning the qin and chewing according to the case, eating with a mouth full of oil, but Huan Zicheng took the dumb slave to the small room inside.

There was no sound in the room, only the faint sound of the pen falling on the tip of the paper, and the trace was almost none.

Huan Zicheng was talking with the dumb slave, and neither of them spoke, but wrote something back and forth on a page.

When the last stroke of the dumb slave fell, Huan Zicheng let out a long breath.

"In this way, the meridian stone has finally been settled, and Lu Zong has done an excellent job. He muttered, looking at the handwriting on the paper and hooking his lips.

Among the more than 20 dead soldiers, there were also people with meridian seals, and the one in Lu Zong's hand was a spare, and it could be left anywhere.

Now, Lu Zong deliberately left the seal stone in the hands of another grandmaster, and Huan Zicheng was happy to see this result.

Those who can afford to use the grandmaster must not be mortals, and leaving the seal stone in the hands of such a person will definitely have a better effect.

After listening to Huan Zicheng's words, the dumb slave pondered for a while, wrote a few more words on the paper, and handed them over.

Huan Zicheng glanced at the paper, and said: "The phoenix seal is on the market, and there is the meridian stone in front of you, plus my arrangement later, Guo Shili is only afraid that he will be scared." He probably thought that this matter was caused by the people of Zhao Guoren and someone from the Great Chen Palace. ”

He called the name of the current Zhongyuan Emperor Guo Shili, and there was absolutely no respect in his voice, only indifference.

Hearing his words, the face of the dumb slave showed a very strong sadness.

"Don't worry. As if he had noticed the other party's thoughts, Huan Zicheng said lightly, his expression relaxed, "The Mo family's dead man and Fengyin are here, these two things are enough for the princes to be busy." Emperor Zhongyuan...... Guo Shili has never been a smart person, when the time comes, he will think of Liaoxi County and the Huan family, but he will never doubt each other, but will be anxious and eager for my Huan family to come out of the mountain to help. After speaking, he glanced at the dumb slave soothingly, and his voice became more and more indifferent: "You just need to prepare for your life, and when Meng Zong comes back in a few days, he will lead the rest of the dead soldiers to the Tang Dynasty." ”

In the Huan clan, all grandmaster-level masters usually use their surnames and the word "zong" as honorific titles. The Lu Zong mentioned by Huan Zicheng before, as well as this Meng Zong, are all on this list, and they are all only under Huan Zicheng's orders.