Both the burning qin and the dumb slave had finished their dinner, and when they saw Huan Zicheng coming out, they both stood up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Lang Jun, will you go back?" asked Yanqin, her little face was still flushed with a full meal, and she looked full of energy.

Huan Zicheng said "um", without the slightest pause under his feet, he walked out with his long legs.

At this moment, I suddenly heard someone knock on the door of the private room, and the voice of the shopkeeper came in: "Huan Dalangjun, the people from the Zunfu have found it, saying that there is something to report." The guy spoke a non-standard Mandarin and spoke very respectfully.

Huan Zicheng stopped, his eyebrows moving.

In July of the thirteenth year of the Middle Yuan Dynasty in the previous life, the Huan clan trapped in Liaoxi was like a pool of stagnant water, where did the important thing come from?

According to the calculation of time, the few people he sent to Dadu did not have such a fast footpath, and now they should still be scattered all over the place to avoid the pursuit of the imperial court.

Could it be that his father wanted to ask about the whole story?

Thinking in his heart, Huan Zicheng had already turned around and sat down beside the case.

Yanqin looked at him, knowing that he meant to bring people in to speak, so he stepped forward and opened the door first, and said to the shopkeeper, "I know, you can bring him over." ”

The shopkeeper nodded and retreated, and after a while, he led a middle-aged man in a coarse blue shirt over, and then bowed down and retreated.

Yanqin carefully looked at the person who came, and recognized that it was a steward of the Huan family, and he was usually a little headed, so Yanqin nodded at him angrily, lured him in, and closed the door again.

After the steward entered the door, he saluted Huan Zicheng and said respectfully: "Da Langjun, Lord Lang, please go back quickly, there is a guest visiting." ”

Got a guest?

Huan Zicheng's eyebrows frowned slightly.

In my previous life, there was no such thing.

Besides, where did the Huan family come from today? Isolated from Liaoxi for more than ten years, without the heart of the monarch, relatives and friends, who came to recognize the door of the Huan family when they were full?

Looking down at the steward, Huan Zicheng opened his lips and asked, "Where are you from?" There was a natural coldness in his voice.

The steward bowed downward, and his voice became more and more cautious: "If you go back to Da Langjun, the person who comes is a bhikshuni. ”

Bhikshunis?

Huan Zicheng's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he groaned for a moment, and his pupils shrank.

Bhikshunis!

It's a bhikshuni!

In his mind, a thin woman's figure suddenly appeared, dressed in purple clothes and shoes, tall and gentle, with good eyebrows. Immediately, another figure appeared, and on that young and ordinary face, there was a mixture of grief, pain, and madness.

Huan Zicheng's eyes moved.

Interesting.

If this bhikshuni is exactly who he thinks, then it becomes even more interesting.

"That bhikshuni ...... What do you call it?" he asked quietly.

Sitting upright, with a demeanor as cold as ice and snow, Huan Zicheng at this moment is clearly no different, but the steward has a feeling of a huge cliff standing and a mighty water. He unconsciously bent his body down again, his face almost touched the ground, and his voice trembled slightly: "I...... I heard the bhikshuni call herself ...... Call...... Jue Hui. ”

"Bang", a very slight sound, came from Huan Zicheng's sleeve.

The tips of the dumb slave's ears moved, but his expression remained unchanged, and he still smiled and smiled.

Except for him, the burning qin and the steward didn't hear the soft sound at all. They just felt at the same time that the aura on Da Langjun's body suddenly became very ...... Eccentric.

The two of them lowered their heads and lowered their eyes in unison, trying to minimize their sense of existence, and they didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long, and soon, the aura on Huan Zicheng's body had dissipated, and he returned to his usual indifference and coldness.

"I got it, and I'll go back. He said to the steward, stopped, and said, "Come with the chariot." ”

When the steward heard this, he trembled in fright, but he didn't dare to say anything, so he answered yes and retreated.

Seeing that he was silent with the burning qin, Huan Zicheng's eyes had a trace of extremely shallow emotion.

In the previous life, none of these servants were spared, and all of them died under the city.

The fate of this middle-aged steward should be the same as that of the burning qin.

The ox cart "creaked", carrying the four masters and servants of the Huan family, along the widest stone road in the county, to the city gate.

The west wind swept by, bringing with it the smell of burning grass, slightly smoky and dry.

Huan Zicheng looked up at the blue sky with a confused expression.

The figurines shrank cautiously to the side, not daring to make a sound.

After a long time, Huan Zicheng's cold voice suddenly sounded: "Has Mr. Su ever returned?"

He asked about burning the harp.

This Mr. Su is a master that Huan Zicheng only found a month ago.

In the name of the Huan family, plus a few specious prophecies, it is really easy to take this strategist who was born in his previous life under his command.

The benefits of reliving a life may lie in this.

Huan Zicheng thought faintly and flicked his sleeves.

Before he heard Juehui's name, he was still thinking that this Mr. Su might be able to recommend it to Huan Ziyu first.

Now, Mr. Su's usefulness should be greater.

Hearing Huan Zicheng's question, Yanqin hurriedly leaned forward, lowered his voice and said, "Not yet, Langjun." Mr. Su sent Ah Guo before, saying that there was something at home, and he had to deal with it first, and then he would wait two days to give Lang Jun a gift. With that, he glanced around alarmedly, and glared fiercely at the back of the steward who had come to deliver the message.

The steward was sitting on the wheel, and from his position he couldn't hear the conversation.

Seeing that the burning qin was like an alert little beast, his eyes bulged round, the corners of Huan Zicheng's mouth hooked, and he stopped for a moment before ordering: "When Mr. Su comes back, report me immediately." ”

"Yes, Lang Jun. The burning qin should be neat, and while talking, the head turned around again, and after a while, he was attracted by the street scene.

The ox cart was not moving fast or slow, and at this time it was passing by a rather large rice shop, which was very clean and tidy.

When Yanqin saw it, he immediately opened his eyes wide, forgot all his previous cautions, and pointed to the shop and said happily: "Langjun Langjun, this store is the most fair, and when the grain is harvested this year, it will be brought here to sell." ”

This rice grain shop is the largest in Linyu County, and it is also the most fair price, last year, Yanqin had come here with the adults of the family to sell grain, so it was quite impressive.

Huan Zicheng listened lightly, but he was thinking about other things in his mind, such as praying for rain in drought, such as great prosperity, such as ...... Du Xiao rides.

Thinking about these casually, he indifferently swept his eyes in the direction of the rice shop, and said, "After the grain on the village is harvested, I will sell less this year." ”

"Why?" Burning Qin turned to look at him, her dark eyes wide open and full of questions.

Huan Zicheng didn't look at him, but he looked away from Mipu and looked in the direction of the city wall in the distance, his expression was a little angry, he paused for a moment, and said slowly: "This year, you need to store more grain." ”