South Chen, North Xuzhou Zhongli County.

Zhongli City is small, even if it is Xiao Maha's identity under one person and above ten thousand people in the army, it is a two-entry courtyard in the city, not to mention a miscellaneous general like Pei Zilie.

Pei Zilie's residence is in the middle of the city, but it is not directly on the street, but needs to pass through an alley, because this alley is quite narrow, so although it is facing the street, except for the people who live on both sides of the alley, no other people will come. It is for this reason that Pei Zilie's residence, located at the end of the alley, is only a small courtyard, but it is quite quiet and has its own taste of quietness.

If you really need anything to describe it, in Li Xinchen's opinion, Liu Yuxi's "Burrow" is the most suitable.

"This is it." Xiao Shilian looked up at the plaque, "Although I haven't been here, I heard that these three words are written on the plaque of his house." ”

Li Xinchen followed Xiao Shilian's gaze, and the three words "Chengyuan Zhai" were written with iron hooks and silver strokes, and the writing was angular. It is often said that "words are like people", and regardless of the rest of the personality of the person who wrote them, it should at least be very decisive.

And the word "Chengyuan" hides lofty ambitions in the subtlety, low-key and introverted without losing the spirit of conquering the world, and it sets off the image of the master, even Xiao Shilian, who doesn't have much affection for Pei Zilie, can't help but secretly scream good.

In the courtyard, under a thick tree, the sword wind whistled, drawing one silver light after another, and even the surrounding air was ignited by the rapid cutting blade. The knock on the door sounded at this moment, but the man who wielded the knife did not stop, as if he was completely immersed in the whistling light of the knife, and did not care about everything outside.

An old servant glanced at his sword-wielding master, shook his head slightly, opened the door, and in a few moments walked back in his master's direction. It seemed that he felt that someone was coming, and the whistling knife wind stopped a little reluctantly, and it was the Dianwei General Pei Zilie who was dancing the knife.

However, at this time, Pei Zilie was naked, because of the knife practice, there were beads of sweat on his forehead, and when he saw the old servant who came over, he waved the knife in his hand with some dissatisfaction, frowned and said, "Uncle Ping, what's the matter?" ”

"Childe, the son of General Wu Yi outside the door asks to see you." Uncle Ping is obviously used to it

"No ······" Pei Zilie just wanted to subconsciously refuse, but immediately remembered Wu Mingche's instructions and expectations for him on the boat, and hurriedly swallowed the last word "see", "Uncle Ping, please invite the guests in, and go and change your clothes." ”

Uncle Ping was stunned for a moment, and looked at his son-in-law in some surprise. Pei Zilie's personality has always been arrogant and unsmiling, although he is brave in battle, but there are not many robes that call him a brother and a brother on weekdays, and Wu Mingche can barely count the generals who are familiar with him in the army, but Wu Mingche and Pei Zilie are the relationship between the elders and the juniors, and of course Pei Zilie goes to visit Wu Mingche on weekdays.

Therefore, there are not a few guests in this family all year round, and most of them are turned away by Pei Zilie, and seeing Gongzi today is in the mood to meet guests, it really surprised the old servant of the Pei family.

You must know that what your master is most worried about is that the young master's character will make it difficult for him to move an inch in his career, so he sent the young master to the army, after all, compared to literary skills, martial arts are more genuine to a certain extent.

In the army, Pei Zilie did rely on his own ability to step by step to the position of General Dianwei, and he could be regarded as a young man, but it was precisely because of his character that it was not so easy for him to continue to move forward, and the upper-level generals in the army would not want such a misfit guy to come out of their ranks.

After all, the battlefield is not a one-person battlefield, and with Pei Zilie's character, most generals can't control him, which is why Wu Mingche is the only one who has a relationship with Pei Zilie in the army, and I'm afraid only Wu Mingche can suppress Pei Zilie.

At the beginning, the master of the family asked Uncle Ping to take care of Pei Zilie, and he also wanted this old servant who was familiar with the world to remind Pei Zilie more, and today he saw that Pei Zilie had finally changed, and Uncle Ping was also relieved, at least go back to explain to the master.

"I heard that few people can come in Pei Zilie's house, but we are lucky today." Xiao Shilian looked at the simple small courtyard and whispered to Li Xinchen.

Li Xinchen nodded, but didn't say anything, although Pei Zilie doesn't like people and sophistication, it doesn't mean that he is an elm pimple. Even if he doesn't think about himself, he has to think about the entire Pei family behind him, and he has to think about his descendants, with Wu Mingche leaving, the Nanchen military after that will inevitably be the only one who looks to Xiao Maha, as long as Pei Zilie still has a little brain, this door must be opened today.

But what really surprised Li Xinchen was that Pei Zilie was at home and didn't go out to have fun like the rest of the generals, you must know that even a child of a family like Xiao Shilian tried his best to relax himself after the rest of the war, this Pei Zilie is really different, which also makes Li Xinchen think a lot more highly of him.

Such a person is better to be his own teammates than enemies.

"The two of them came to visit, Pei didn't know beforehand, he missed the distance, and he hoped to forgive his sins." Pei Zilie, who put on a coat and hastily wiped away the beads of sweat, walked out quickly and bowed his hand to Xiao Shilian and Li Xinchen.

Xiao Shilian is Xiao Maha's eldest son and the only son he has with him, and Li Xinchen is the chief staff of the Xiao family.

Pei Zilie was also relieved in this regard, Xiao Shilian and Li Xinchen came to the door, it was easier for Pei Zilie than for him to lower his head and find Xiao Maha. Of course, for Xiao Maha, no matter whether the two sides have a good conversation or not, this reputation of "Corporal Lixian" may not be able to escape.

Although I don't know what Xiao Shilian and Li Xinchen came to visit, but when they entered the door as guests, Pei Zilie was also from a family, so naturally he would not lose his hospitality, and invited the two into the hall at the moment: "The cold house is ugly, the two of you are here, please don't laugh." ”

"General Pei found such a paradise in the middle of the city, quiet in the middle of the noise, with a hidden demeanor, this is only from the artistic conception, if you say ugly, then you don't want to." Li Xinchen couldn't help but laugh and bowed.

And several Xiao family relatives followed behind and put the few jars of wine they brought on the ground. Xiao Shilian stretched out his hand and pointed: "I came to the door in a hurry, I didn't tell you, it should be us who asked General Dianwei not to be surprised." This is a few jars of daughter red hidden in the house, a little thin courtesy, not a tribute, and General Pei is invited to smile. ”

Pei Zilie is a good drinker, and when he heard the name of "Daughter Red", his eyes lit up. During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the daughter red is just emerging, because the brewing is less, so it is quite expensive, generally only when there is a happy event in the family will be taken out to entertain guests, and "daughter red" is a special product of Huiji, the rest of the places really have not heard of it, these jars of daughter red must have been transported from the south of the Yangtze River, and the people of Jiangnan naturally have a symbol.