Mrs. Zhuo watched from behind, with a smile on his face that was not much different from that of the idler watching the crickets on the side, and his back hand was slightly hunched. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info from time to time followed and called out twice, "Okay!" ”

After watching for a while, Mrs. Zhuo was about to change positions, but as soon as he turned around, he was stopped by a man with a smile on his face. The man was not very old, hunched his waist, rubbed his hands, and smiled at Mrs. Zhuo: "This master, do you want to have a cricket?" ”

Mrs. Zhuo looked at the man and shook his head: "No." "He's always just there to have fun, and people think he's idle, but he's not really fun.

Saying that, Mrs. Zhuo was ready to leave.

"Sir, sir." The man laughed, took two steps forward and hunched his waist to follow Mrs. Zhuo: "Little one, you really liked crickets just now, why don't you like them now." The old man and the small one will tell you the bottom, the small one is here, but they are all good things, and I don't sell them to ordinary people! ”

Mrs. Zhuo listened and slowly stopped, stood for a short time, didn't know what he was thinking, turned his head to look at the vendor who sold crickets, frowned, opened his mouth, and before the words could be spoken, the peddler pulled away the clothes on his upper body, and saw that it was full of bamboo tubes that were two fingers large, and the crickets in it were screaming loudly.

Mrs. Zhuo looked at the hanging weaving, and after a change of thought, he said, "Take a look." As he spoke, he sat down on the stone steps next to him.

"Howler!" The man walked to the stone steps with an excited face, sat down on the steps below Mrs. Zhuo, took off the clothes on his body, opened the small bamboo tube on it, rubbed his hands and looked at Mrs. Zhuo: "What kind of master does you want?" Calm or active, energetic or agile? The small ones are for you to pick! ”

"Calm and agile." Mrs. Zhuo said it without thinking about it.

"Howler!" The man responded, picked out a few bamboo tubes on his clothes, and placed them in front of Master Zhuo one by one: "Master, these are you're satisfied!" ”

"I'll see when I release it." Mrs. Zhuo pointed to the big bamboo tube on the man's waist.

As soon as the words fell, a voice came from the side: "Yo! Wu Ergou, are you here to sell your crickets again? The voice was loud, with a playful and teasing tone.

The people next to him also turned their heads when they heard this, looking at the cricket with a dress hanging up.

The crickets inside hissed, and the loud voice overshadowed the crickets that were fighting.

The people next to him watched, and their eyes slowly lit up. There are many crickets to buy and catch, but there are very few good crickets.

"Where are you going to grab all this stuff?" The person who spoke at the beginning had already walked next to Wu Ergou and walked down, and Rao was looking at the cricket with a look of interest.

Wu Ergou picked up his clothes, snorted, and put them on: "Where do you care about Lao Tzu?" Get out of the way. Ignoring the darkened face of the man on the side, he untied the big bamboo tube around his waist, and handed it to Master Zhuo as if he had to offer the treasure: "Master, you take it, and the little one will show you the good treasure." There was a return to the previous flattery and laughter on his face.

Mrs. Zhuo took the bamboo tube and flirted with the hem of the clothes.

Wu Ergou poured a few crickets into it together: "Look, master." The people next to him all came over and stared at the big crickets in the big bamboo tube, with a look of interest. A few crickets are put together to fight, and they can see less!

As soon as Wu Ergou's words fell, a few crickets in the bamboo tube froze, each of them dead in their own place.

Mrs. Zhuo looked at it like this, watching the crickets inside go from static to moving, and then to the inseparable life and death, when I saw it, it was an afternoon.

The person next to him followed and took a look, and it was also an afternoon.

After watching other people's crickets in the afternoon, when Mrs. Zhuo was leaving, he was embarrassed not to buy one.

Ordered the casual little servant to buy one, and walked back home leisurely. By the time Mrs. Zhuo arrived home, the afterglow of the setting sun had already reflected the streets of the entire East Street and alleys, and the houses and trees were covered with a layer of golden red light and shadow.

Mrs. Zhuo walked to the door of Zhuo's Mansion comfortably, and just as he was about to enter the door, he was stopped by a small servant hiding behind the stone lion at the gate.

"Old General Zhuo! You need to save us! The little guy ran up and knelt next to Mrs. Zhuo with a "plop", grabbed the hem of Mrs. Zhuo's clothes, and cried and begged.

The perennial experience made Mrs. Zhuo not be surprised by the sudden situation, Mrs. Zhuo was stunned for a moment and quickly lost his expression, and looked fixedly at the little guy who was kneeling at his feet, with a handful of noses and tears, his eyes narrowed, this is not Zheng Shaoqing, who has just been imprisoned?

He's seen it a few times.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Zhuo pretended not to know, and looked at the little guy with confusion: "Little brother, I don't know you, don't recognize the wrong person." Although he said it to the little guy, his eyes rolled at the guard guarding the door.

"My lord said that only the general can save him, the old general, you must help my lord." The little guy hugged Mrs. Zhuo's leg.

Mrs. Zhuo was still carrying the crickets he had just bought, but he didn't move.

"Little brother, you must have recognized the wrong person, I don't know you." Mrs. Zhuo's voice was full of helplessness and pity.

The houseguard on the side stepped forward and set up the little guy a few times and walked out.

"Hey! General, please! Also, my lord even wrote a letter to the general! The little guy was walked by the guards of the Zhuo family with his arms crossed, and shouted at Mrs. Zhuo with his feet.

Mrs. Zhuo ignored it, and was about to walk into the mansion, when he turned around, he saw the little guy take out an envelope from his arms and wave it to Mrs. Zhuo: "Master General, this is a letter from your family." As he spoke, he threw the last breath of strength towards Master Zhuo.

The envelope fell three steps away from Master Zhuo, and Mrs. Zhuo looked at the envelope that had been dropped, his face darkened, and he did not speak.

The little guy who followed Mrs. Zhuo saw it, ran to the bottom of the stairs in three steps and two steps, picked up the envelope on the ground, patted it, and ran to Mrs. Zhuo with a 'kick', and handed it to Mrs. Zhuo flatteringly: "Master." ”

Mrs. Zhuo glanced at the little guy and took it.

So Mrs. Zhuo walked into the house with a bamboo tube in one hand and a letter in the other. Just a few steps into the house, Mrs. Zhuo indifferently handed the bamboo tube in his hand to the little guy on the side, and directly opened the envelope.

The Zhuo family and the Zheng family have no conflict of interests and power in the imperial court. For so many years, their Zhuo family really has no contact with Zheng Shaoqing, no affection, let alone hatred. Mrs. Zhuo didn't believe in the letter at all, it was nothing more than a letter for help that knew how to move with reason.

Huaiqiu said

I had a cold and a headache for a day, and I almost didn't get even worse today... It's not that I don't have time, it's just that I don't want to code words because I have a headache..... Dragged and dragged until now, I still got up and yards. It's really self-inflicted, and you can't live.