Volume 1 Pattern Chapter 17 Perfect Match

"Ancient Key?" Sikong Xi asked tentatively.

"It's me." Gu Key smiled slightly and motioned to go out with him.

"What, what's wrong?" For this ancient key, Sikong Xi has no objection. Since he is not on the opposite side, then he has no reason to make enemies.

"Don't bother going to the kitchen to find food." Gu Jian turned around and threw a steamed bun to Sikong Xi, and scared away the unkind soldiers around him with his eyes, "Cheng Bi, that kid, isn't a good thing, understand?" ”

"Because of what? Didn't I obey him? Or rather, hit him? Sikong Xi did not hesitate to nibble on the steamed bun.

"No, he just can't swallow this breath," Gu Jian walked to the corner of the vestibule, looked around, and after confirming that there was no one, he sat on the stone bench there, and motioned for Sikong Xi to sit on the opposite side, "Standing guards, they are not the army that followed Yan Ling Jue Lu Dudu to fight on the battlefield!" ”

"You can see that they're just a bunch of hairy boys with little knowledge, right?"

"Yes, that's exactly what you think." Gu Jian handed the cup that the maid had filled in advance to Sikong Xi, "After the end of the Twenty-Eight Marquis Rebellion, that is, the twentieth year of Emperor Mourning." Yan Lingjue led his 5,000 light horsemen and more than 10,000 foot soldiers into the military service area, officially becoming the veritable master here. The local gentry vied with each other to win over Yan Lingjue, and sent their children into the standing guards under Yan Lingjue. In just one year, the number of those gentlemen has increased to 3,000, and many of them have come to join the army. ”

"Yan Lingjue was able to lead 20,000 soldiers to make great contributions to Youya, relying on not treating people and things, but with an iron fist! It's an iron fist that a general deserves! Gu Jian said, "He knew that it was not easy to win the hearts of the people in a short period of time in military service, so he took over these gentlemen with a wide range of soldiers." ”

"Screening is the first step. And this step alone screened out nearly seventy percent of the people. The remaining thirty percent were trained by Yan Lingjue and incorporated into his personal army, that is, Yan Lingjun. ”

"Do you mean that this standing guard is just an outcast in the eyes of Lu Biao?" Sikong Xi asked.

"That's right, it's an outcast. These gentlemen will make offerings to the Lu Mansion every year. So Yan Lingjue waited and watched the changes. ”

"He is a dignified general of the country, will he be able to see such a little money?" Sikong Xi's expression became weird.

"No, these so-called abandoned sons are not useless to Yan Lingjue. But they are different for the major gentry and nobles. Gu Key's voice was very low, "You can imagine that the violent group that does not need to go into battle and holds military power is not a good knife to protect their interests?"

"And for Yan Lingjue, the use of these standing guards is only to select those who are qualified to join Yan Lingjun." Gu Key stared at Sikong Xi.

"What else is this sifting, haven't the people who were qualified to join the Yan Ling Army before been promoted?"

"No, I never said that among the two thousand guards, all of them are gentlemen, and there are no soldiers with great ambitions and no future." Gu Jian said, "Besides, you were promoted by Yan Lingjue to the head of the Scout Division of the Guard Army just after you came. ”

"I think the governor is ...... You're making fun of me! ”

"The Scout Division only exists in the Yan Ling Army." Gu Key ignored him, "The Guards have never had a Scout Division. ”

"What does that mean?" Sikong Xi clenched the tea cup in his hand, and he didn't touch a drop of tea inside.

"It's very simple, he wants to use this to hone you, to observe your movements, and to judge whether you can become the scout division of the Yan Ling army and the soldier of the Yu Division. Now you're just a fictitious one. Gu Key suddenly lowered his voice, "But, do you know how powerful the director is?" ”

Sikong Xi shook his head.

"Ten people are one team, and ten soldiers are one division. The director can directly mobilize hundreds of soldiers! You must know that in the entire guard army, there are only ten division chiefs, and all this power falls into the hands of Lu Yi's only son, Lu Yi. Their father and son managed the two armies as orderly as iron barrels. Gu Jian said, "You have just arrived, and you are already a director, who can bear this?" They want to humiliate you in every possible way because this is just a false position, and let you know who is more powerful here! ”

"Why are you telling me this?" Sikong Xi suddenly asked, "You are also a person in the standing guard......

"I think it was clear yesterday." Gu Jian was stunned for a moment, and there was a slight smile on his cold face, "I respect Lu Dudu, and I also respect his preferences, the person who knows how to repay his kindness and the person who is good by nature, although you were once a thief." ”

Sikong Xi looked into the distance.

There, is the square of the vestibule. On the stone steps, two little maids sat on it and discussed something with a smile. The way they laughed, in Sikong Xi's eyes, was really good-looking. But they spend most of their time in sorrow, they can only be maids, and they are forced to do things that are intolerable.

One less housekeeper will have one more vestibule master. will still do those things that oppress the maids, this kind of injustice, no one can justify.

It was getting dark. Sikong Xi slowly recalled that when he first entered the Lu Mansion, was he forced to have no choice but to let Lu Biao grab the handle and tie him into this standing guard? It seems that I am really willing to join. Don't you want to be a thief anymore, to be the flower child with unclean hands and feet? It seems that I still like that kind of life, although I am often bullied and bullied others.

His original intention was to hate Guangcai......

Sikong Xi sometimes thinks of the girl who left, Qin Yinruo. Where did she go? I'm so quirky and a market prank, she should leave herself, right?

He looked at the ancient key in front of him, and couldn't guess his thoughts for a while.

"Throughout the ages, the law of the jungle has been the norm." The ancient key stretched out his hand to Sikong Xi.

"I believe you!" Sikong Xi was stunned for a moment, and then fiercely put his right hand on it.

The second day of October in the thirty-first year of Emperor Mourning. It's already winter.

On this day, perhaps Sikong Xi never thought that he would be able to meet someone who was really willing to confess to himself. He responded to the Ancient Key and let his guard down against him. In the following time, Sikong Xi was very glad that he believed him. Probably, if it weren't for him, he might not have lived that time.

In the breeze and bright moon, Gu Key, who was three years older than him, often led him to sneak out of the house, and went to the wine shop to listen to the drinkers inside blowing cows that could never be made. At the instigation of the ancient key, he drank the hot liquor and spewed out convulsions, trying to fight him. Go to the dusty land, and make fun of Cheng Bi, who often frequents here, and cause his angry revenge. Sitting on the street, quietly looking at the daughter of the family who was trapped at home and full of sorrow, comparing her delicate figure.

In the thirty-second year of Emperor Mourning, it was the season of winter again.

In the iron-black night, wolf smoke burned everywhere. Beside him lay countless corpses and blood splattered all over the earth. The shouts and shouts of killing were mixed together, and the swords and guns intersected, and someone would fall in the next moment.

Helpless people wander the streets, cut off by the waist. A bustling resort, only scorched earth remains. In the past, singing and dancing, eight streets and nine mos, now they have disappeared into the world with that pride and ambition.

The sky of Youya will never light up. The man who had taken him to drink the liquor had slowly faded away.

"So I'm hungry now, what should I do?" Sikong Xi drank the tea in one gulp, and smacked his lips, "Just a steamed bun, what is enough." ”

"It's all trifle!" Gu Key smiled and took the lead in running towards the main door of the vestibule.

By the main door of the vestibule, there was a little maid who was wiping the carved blue tiles on both sides of the door, looking nervous, for fear that the blue tiles would be broken.

"Shuwan, has the captain ever been here?" Gu Jian reached out and patted the little maid on the shoulder. The lieutenant he said was the lieutenant of the Yan Ling army, and he entered the mansion to report the situation in the army to Yan Lingjue.

The little maid known as Shuwan turned red, shook off the rag in her hand, and turned around to look at Gu Key timidly.

"Ancient Key...... Director. ”

"It's me." Gu Jian smiled, "Blushing like this, what are you doing?" ”

"I didn't ...... Not at all! The little maid picked up the rag and did not look at him.

"It's good if you don't have it, what about us, now we want to go to Yongan Street." Gu Jian suddenly approached Shuwan, "You understand, right?" ”

"Ming...... Got it! She bowed suddenly, her face flushed, "You guys are going to go!" Captain, he estimated that it would take a while to come out! ”

The ancient key didn't procrastinate, and he pulled Sikong Xi and walked out.

"That little girl, it seems to be a little interesting to you?" Sikong Xi said coldly.

"What do children know, don't talk nonsense." Gu Key's body stiffened, he didn't look at Sikong Xi, and waved his hand at the guard at the door, "Two seniors, let's go out to do something, and we'll be back in a while." ”

The two of them kept their faces straight, the spears in their hands converged, and motioned for the ancient key to go out. When they know him, they won't say anything, and it's okay to cover up a little.

"Let's go!" The Ancient Key rushed out of the house.

Behind him, Sikong Xi reacted and strode to follow.