"Humph!"

Li Yifu smiled arrogantly, turned around and sat on his desk, took out a small letter, as well as the hard pen that was already standard in Chang'an College, and said to himself while writing: "Why are you looking for Ma Zhou and Cui Jue?" It's the right thing to do with someone else! Well, but this matter can't be fanfare, and Ma Zhou and Cui Jue must not be let know! ”

Separated by a wall, Cui Jue and Cui Ziyu, the head of the Hanmen class, finally gritted his teeth and sat down after lingering in front of his desk for a long time. Like Li Yifu, he took out a unique note and hard pen......

At the same time, next door to Cui Jue's office, Director Ma, the recently famous "Second Wine Fairy" in Chang'an, grinned and took out a sticky note and a hard pen!

......

At the end of April in Chang'an, there were already insects and birds chirping everywhere.

The louder the song of insects and birds, the quieter the night.

This is the experience of Xiao Li, director of Chang'an University, who has lived in Jiannan for 15 years. He walked in the not-so-bright moonlight, listening to the insects and birds, and secretly applauded in his heart!

On such a quiet night, no one would have found Li secretly running to the edge of the playground to play with pigeons...... Right?

"Goo! Cuckoo! ”

The pigeon in his arms protested silently, as if to say, "Doesn't this still know?" ”

Li Yifu smiled, lowered his voice and said, "Brother Pigeon, Brother Pigeon, it's really a sin to let you work hard to go to Hanyang in the middle of the night." When you get back, I'll get you something to eat!" ”

After speaking, Li Yifu looked left and right, said "safe" in his heart, and then struggled to throw the white dove in his arms into the sky.

The pigeon flapped its wings and squeezed out a lump of pigeon droppings in silent protest, but it could not resist the inducement of the magnetic field in its body......

Watching the figure of the pigeon disappear into the night, Li Yifu turned around and walked towards the dormitory with a comfortable face.

"Hey, Yifu, why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?"

Just walked to the door of the dormitory building, and the sudden sound startled Li Yifu.

He turned his head and saw that it was the king of Mabin, who always smelled of wine.

"Ahem!"

Li Yifu coughed dryly and said: "The night is long, I have no intention of sleeping, go out for a walk, and be active!" Why didn't Brother Bing Wang sleep? It doesn't seem like you're on duty today, right? ”

Late duty is a fine tradition of Chang'an College, every month, the teachers will take turns to be on duty for one day, starting after dinner and ending at the end of the day.

"Ahem!"

King Ma Bing coughed dryly and replied: "I drank a little too much today, I can't sleep after tossing and turning, come out for a walk, and digest the wine!" ”

"Really?"

Li Yifu smiled faintly, his eyes scanning Ma Zhou's body, as if he wanted to see something.

Well? Wait a minute!

Suddenly, Li Yifu's faint smile turned into a joke: "Brother Binwang, what is that thing on your upper?" How does the little brother feel like bird droppings? ”

Ma Zhou's face changed suddenly, but fortunately, the moonlight was not too bright tonight, and Li Yifu couldn't see it.

Well?

Suddenly, Ma Zhou's face changed again, and he pointed to Li Yifu's feet and said, "Yifu, why do you also have bird droppings on your shoes?" ”

"Ahem! Tonight's wind, listen to the noise! What does Brother Ma think? ”

"Yifu is very right!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, reading each other.

"Yifu, King Bin? Why are you two here? ”

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind them, and the two turned their heads to see that it was Yan Silu.

"Brother Bing and I can't sleep, let's go out for a walk together!"

Li Yifu had an idea, grinned and said, "Master Yan can't sleep either?" ”

"Ahem!"

Yan Silu hid his left foot behind his right foot without a trace and said: "When I am older, I will be a little indigestible if I eat too much, so I will go out for a walk." ”

"Oh!"

Ma Zhou and Li Yifu looked at each other and smiled, and they didn't break it.

"Three, haven't slept yet?"

Suddenly, another voice came, and the three of them looked in the direction of the sound, it was Cui Jue who was on duty tonight.

"Let's go to sleep!"

"That's it!"

"Ziyu, it's hard to patrol the night!"

Ma Zhou, Li Yifu, and Yan Silu all dropped a sentence, and without waiting for Cui Jue to answer, they immediately walked to the corridor......

Watching the three of them leave, Cui Jue suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the hand behind his back quickly took it to his front.

It was a pigeon, and the beak of the pigeon was being pinched.

Cui Jue let go of the hand holding the pigeon's beak, probed carefully, and finally showed a reassuring look: "Whew, fortunately I didn't die!" ”

With that, he grinned and turned and walked towards the corner of the wall.

......

In the fifth year of Zhenguan, on the fifth day of May, the open-air shipyard in Hanyang welcomed several guests, led by the old man surnamed Wu, who was the leader of Jingzhou.

Tang Laosi smiled and welcomed Wu Shi Tong into his office: "Uncle Wu, what kind of wind are you blowing?" ”

"I heard that you got the two Wu Yuanqing brothers into the navy?"

The warrior grinned and said, "Don't worry, the old man is not here to ask the master for sin, the old man is here to thank you." ”

Tang Heshang was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then said with a smile: "The most tempering person in the army, thank you uncle for your understanding." ”

"Hmm!"

Wu Shi Tong nodded, but his voice changed: "Isn't it a little ...... for you to let the two of them start as small soldiers?" ”

"Report!"

Before the word "inappropriate" came out of the warrior's mouth, someone suddenly ran in with a pigeon and said, "General Qiqi, there is a carrier pigeon from Chang'an!" ”

Tang Heshang gave Samurai a look of apology, and reached out to take the small scroll of paper that had been plucked from the pigeon's leg.

"Are you ......?"

"Report!"

After Tang Laosi finished reading the letter, Wu Shitong's sentence of "deliberately" was interrupted again, and someone ran in with a paper roll.

Donald gave him an apologetic look at the warrior again, and picked up the scroll......

"Don ......"

"Report ......"

"Tang Si ......"

"Report ......"

Peat, what do you mean by arranging twenty-one people in a row to come in with flying pigeons? Can't you let Wu finish a sentence?

Wu Shi Tong's face was ugly, and it was hard to see that he directly ignored Tang Laosi's somewhat tangled expression. He thinks that the cliff of Donald Si is deliberate!

"Donald Si, you've gone too far!"

Finally, no one came in with any more letterheads, and Wu Shitong slapped him on the table: "Wu Mou said it, and it's not to ask you to ask for guilt, do you need people to take so much letter paper to report?" ”

Wu Shi Tong said it so bluntly, how could Tang Laosi not understand Wu Shi Tong's misunderstanding?

With a bitter smile, Tang Laosi replied: "Uncle Wu, you misunderstood, this is really a letter from Chang'an." Don't believe me? ”

After that, Tang Laosi pushed all the letter paper in front of him to Wu Shi Tong.

The history of Wu Thorn was not ambiguous, and he grabbed the letter paper and read it one by one.

The more I look at it, the more ugly Samurai's face becomes!

This Nima!!

Wu Shi Tong wanted to scold, and took several deep breaths before holding back, but his tone was not good: "Donald Si, don't take you to fool people like this!" ”