When the sun comes out, the sky gradually warms up, and restaurants begin to open one after another, and all kinds of fragrances waft in the wind. Under the pressure of half a month of dead silence, the people who were comfortable at first time were still a little uncomfortable, squinting at the sky, listening to the direction of the wind sideways, only then there were smiling faces floating on their faces, greetings, polite sounds, buying and selling sounds, and pleasant sounds.

The Huya Army started its normal drill three days ago, Qin Yue was desperately piling up fat and heat for the soldiers, Chen Scar was desperately spurring these guys to consume energy, and the five thousand soldiers were becoming more and more fierce under the double stimulation of pain and happiness.

Guo Rong began to listen to the government, although his voice was hoarse and harsh, but what was even more terrifying was the gray hair and dead expression.

Fan Zhen, Li Gu, Wang Pu, Wei Renpu, Wang Pu, Zhang Mei and other ministers worked hard to find ways to mobilize Guo Rong's attention, but unfortunately, even the good news from Huainan from Xiang Xun did not move Guo Rong.

The officials are helpless.

Wang Pu returned to Kaifeng Mansion, thought hard for a long time, and then summoned his relatives to whisper a few words, and the relatives ran to the Huya military camp with a fast horse, explaining that the government had something to discuss, and asked General Qin to come over the mansion to talk about it.

Qin Yue didn't know what was going on, so he set off with Zhuang Sheng, and when he came to Kaifeng Mansion, he knew that he had picked up a hot potato.

Make the saint happy? Hell, this is a human job?

Qin Yue shook his head desperately, and said: "Ming Mansion, you will spare the last general in this matter, what the Manchu Dynasty can't do in the civil and military, you let me touch this mold?" The last general still wants to marry and have children. ”

Wang Pu sat on the chair very tiredly, holding the fire cage in his hand, living like an old peasant in the countryside, how could he have half the appearance of Kyoto Mansion Yin.

"The old man and the ministers racked their brains and couldn't make the saint's mind come alive, think about it, and you have more ideas, use your brains, you have a good deal about this matter, and all the princes of the Manchu Dynasty will accept your affection."

"If you don't do it, you won't do it, the last general will see the saint and tremble, how can you make the saint happy."

"Really?"

Wang Pu raised his eyebrows, Qin Yue's heart jumped, and he said heavily: "It's all said that the love field is frustrated, and the casino is proud, or else...... Do you want to play mahjong with the saint? ”

"Playing mahjong, what is this?"

Qin Yue went out and called Zhuang Sheng to go home and get mahjong, at this time his heart was settled, and he immediately smiled and said to Wang Pu: "Mahjong, it is an addictive game to play, fun and intellectual, people can enjoy and forget worries at the same time, but also enhance feelings, there is a kind of friend called a card friend......"

Waiting for Zhuang Sheng to bring the mahjong, Qin Yue excitedly explained to Wang Pu, who knew that in exchange for Wang Pu's angry roar: "What a gut, dare to teach the holy plaything to lose his mind, his heart should be punished." ”

Qin Yue shrank back and argued: "You just let me think of a way to make the saint alive and happy, I can't do this, then change it." ”

Wang Pu snorted coldly, sat down slowly, touched the bone carved mahjong in his hand, and said for a long time: "Come, you come and try to play with the old man first." ”

……

Qin Yue came out of Kaifeng Mansion, it was already afternoon, hungry, and the stingy Wang Pu didn't even arrange lunch, wasting time and tongue, and even put in a pair of ox bone mahjong.

Qin Yue looked at the sky, and was about to find a reliable restaurant to deal with at will, but he saw that the nail leaves in front of him were sonorous, and he was escorting an acquaintance over.

Qin Yue hurriedly dismounted, and the military salute to greet him: "The last general, Qin Yue, has seen King Wei." ”

Although Fu Yanqing's face was full of dark clouds and his white hair was dazzling, his waist was still straight, and when he saw Qin Yue's big salute, he reined in his horse and said slowly: "It turned out to be General Qin, you and I are not subordinates, there is no need to make this great gift, the old man is in a hurry to return to Hedong, so he will not dismount." ”

Qin Yue said loudly: "I have gained a lot from studying in Hedong, and I have been taught the art of war by the marshal, and the grace of teaching will be remembered in the end." ”

Fu Yanqing nodded, but stopped talking, waved the horsewhip lightly, and continued to ride the horse.

Qin Yue didn't straighten up until the armor was finished, and he couldn't help but admire this tired old man.

In two months, he lost a son and a daughter, and he was the eldest son and eldest daughter of the best relatives in the family.

Qin Yue rushed to the barracks after filling his stomach, and he swore that he would not leave the camp before the end of the year.

As soon as he entered the barracks, he found the prancing horse of Jiayin Sao Bao, since this guy came back from the Western Regions, there was really no opponent in the army, and he shook off the boss of the crowd.

As Jia Yin himself said, after seeing the vast desert, galloping through the silent Gobi, and indulging in the vast grassland, his eyes were opened at the same time, and his mood was also broadened, and this martial art was unconsciously higher.

Second, this guy has the mount that he called "Little Red", and he really deserves the name of the hell fireworks beast, crooked mouth and glare, a strong comparison, the timid war horse is three feet away from it and the footsteps soften, how can this be compared, you must know that horse warfare depends on horsepower.

Third, this guy is still holding a fine iron lance in his hand......

Qin Yue missed the spear for the first time, and hoped that this guy would come back as soon as possible, so as to suppress the arrogance of this dead bastard.

The spear that was nagged by Qin Yue was far away in the Western Regions, strolling on the sea of stars, looking at the clouds and snow-covered stone mountains in the distance, enduring the cold wind howling, the silence was uninhabited for thousands of miles, and people were only like a drop in the ocean in this world.

He remembered that when he was a child, he was carried by the master in the snow, and even though the goose feathers were falling in the snow, the master's arms were still warm as spring.

He remembered that he had nosebleeds when he was a child, and it was the master who was looking for a doctor with two large balls of papyrus stuck in his nostrils.

At that time, he rode on the master's neck, swaying across the chain bridge, there was a gazebo at the head of the bridge, when he rested in it, he crossed his buttocks, so he pulled a bunch, he pinched his nose and squatted in front of the master, the master groped through his pockets but did not find the straw paper, and finally wiped his ass with the clean handkerchief, and finally slapped him lovingly.

At that time, the master had broad shoulders, bulging arm muscles, and big feet as hard as iron...... However, when he was old, all he could hold up was a skinny body, and he was light and not fleshy.

He spent his whole life on the seven-foot spear, and he pinned his life's hopes on himself, until the oil ran out, and he still couldn't let go.

Flower Spear recalled the past, and unconsciously reddened his eyes.

Iron spear into flower spear, Master! I will do what you want.

He carefully stepped on the soft grass, sensing the hideousness hidden under the weakness, a cold glow refracted by the snow light flashed in the corner of his eyes, and the gun intent that had been suppressed for months suddenly erupted in his chest.

There was a long howl, and the gun moved.

Thirty-six of the Momei guns bloomed like fireworks on the starry sea.