It was day and night, and Zhang's house was brightly lit.

In the county prison, it was a different scene.

In the evening, the jailer brought wine and meat again, and Han Rui and Luan Bu's guards drank bitterly and fell asleep comfortably.

In the middle of the night, as soon as Han Rui wanted to get up, he found that the door of the cell...

Hidden?

Suspiciously, he stepped forward and found that not only was the door unlocked, but even the jailer was gone.

Looking at the cell again, dozens of guards slept like dead pigs, and the snoring was shocking.

He shook rudely, but he couldn't wake up at all.

The cell is full of weirdness.

The jailer was nowhere to be seen at the vigil, and only two of them were drunk on the dining table.

From his cell all the way to the exit, all the way unimpeded.

"Someone wants me to escape..."

"Who could it be?"

Thinking in his heart, Han Rui had no intention of escaping at all: if he ran away, wouldn't the old thing be intelligible?

Guessing that maybe the old guy was worried that he wouldn't be able to fish himself out and wanted to save himself like this, Han Rui's heart swelled with a faint warmth.

"Old man Luan, it's righteous enough, I, Han Rui, remember it!" Muttering in his mouth, Han Rui tied the door with an iron chain, returned to the bed, and continued to sleep beautifully: "Where there is wine and meat, you can stay for a few more days." ”

About a hundred feet outside the county prison, a group of masked men in black were hiding in the shadows, trembling and waiting.

Waiting for the goal they are destined to not wait.

Two streets apart, a horse-drawn carriage was escorted by guards.

Inside the carriage, Luan Bu was closing his eyes and recuperating, thinking about the obscure words of the angel during the banquet.

A weak-crowned young man sat opposite Luan Bu, his face full of desire to speak.

Luan Bu slowly opened his eyes, looked at his beloved grandson's appearance, and laughed softly.

"Grandfather, how can that undoubted words be rude?"

Luan Burong has been a horse all his life, and his martial arts are world-famous, but his hateful children are all cockfighting lackeys!

The eldest son, Luan Ben, is close to the age of six, and he lingers in Willow Lane of Flower Street all day long!

It really broke Luanbu's heart.

The eldest grandson in front of him, who was raised by his old wife under his knees, has traveled with him since he was a child, has great ambitions and extraordinary force, which is the only comfort in Luan Bu's heart.

Seeing that Aisun was puzzled, Luan Bu stroked his beard lightly, and his eyes were full of doting: "Yi'er wants to know, and grandfather will tell you." ”

Tapping the carriage twice, the groom and the old butler knew it, and withdrew from the guards gathered around the car: "Master, there is no one around." ”

Luan Bu nodded, and began to give Luan Yi his first political education lesson.

"Yi'er, do you know who was closest to my grandfather when he was still in Chang'an?"

Luan Yi didn't even think about it: "That's Han Shibo and Li Shibo." ”

Gong Gaohou Han Rongdang and Qu Zhou Hou Li sent it can be regarded as a rare best friend in Luan Bu's life.

Nodding, Luan Bu asked again: "The bottom of the two families of Gong Gao and Qu Zhou, can Yi'er know?" ”

Luan Yi thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "Han Shibo is a general of the Huns, Li Shibo..."

After all, I didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence: a person who betrays his friends and seeks glory.

Luan Bu shook his head indifferently, and then said: "That Yi'er thinks that these two people are both stained, how should they act to protect themselves?" ”

Luan Yi couldn't answer this time.

For Aisun to be able to see through to this point, Luan Bu was quite satisfied in his heart.

looked out the window, sighed, and said leisurely: "Thunder and rain and dew, all are Jun's grace..."

During the banquet, although the respect in his eyes did not seem to be fake, his words were vague and full of temptation: Who is the boss? Emperor Hu? Gao Dihu?

He just came out of Chang'an, and Xinjun was so eager to weave his wings, it was really...

Lord!!

At that time, Emperor Taizong Xiaowen joined Chang'an to succeed the unification, and it was the same in the end!

As soon as he entered Chang'an, he appointed General Zhang Wu as Lang Zhong's commander overnight, with Song Chang as the general of Wei, and preemptively grasped the guns of the northern and southern armies.

Then with water milling, from the hands of Chen Ping and Zhou Bo, the military power was pulled out little by little, and finally the real king of the world!

Today's saint, for more than 20 years, once he ascended the throne, he first stretched out his hand to military power.

It's really the true biography of the first emperor!

Such a majestic lord is alive...

Driving Hu Lu and returning to Munan, or can it become a reality in his lifetime?

Thinking like this in his heart, Luan Bu looked at his beloved grandson in front of him: "Yi'er is twenty years old this year, right?" ”

Luan Yi nodded lightly: "Exactly, my father said that he would give his grandson a weak crown ceremony after the New Year." ”

Luan Bu sighed lightly: "It's time to find a family affair..."

Hearing this, Luan Yi, who is more than eight feet tall, and Luan Yi, who is a tiger's back, blushed...

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Qian Mansion, inside the study.

Qian Heng listened to the report of the black-robed man in front of him, his teeth clenched together and squeaked.

"How could such a foolproof strategy be seen by that kid?"

Qian Heng's eyes glared at the big man in front of him with a gloomy look: "But the wind leaked under your feet?" ”

When the big man saw this, he was full of indignation: "If Master Qian can't trust someone, why don't you ask someone else?" ”

As he spoke, he wanted to brush his sleeves and leave.

Just as he was about to jump out of the window, Qian Yi walked into the study: "The strong man walks slowly, and my father doesn't mean it." ”

The big man stopped, but he squatted by the window with no anger, and he didn't bother to look at Qian Heng.

Qian Yi sighed helplessly, walked to Qian Heng's side, and bowed deeply: "Father." ”

Qian Heng snorted coldly and turned his head to the side, unwilling to take care of it.

Qian Yi had no choice but to whisper in his ear: "If this person leaves with a grudge, it will be detrimental to my family..."

Qian Hengshu turned his head, pointed at the big man and roared: "This guy can't even kill a yellow-haired child, and he still needs the old man to pay his hired money?" ”

"Dad, money is something outside the body..."

The words of painstaking persuasion made Qian Heng's chest more and more depressed, and he left the case.

Helpless, Qian Yi had no choice but to come to the big man gently: "I don't know how much my father Xu Zhuangshi hired gold?" ”

The big man saw that the son in front of him was gentle and polite, and he felt a little guilty in his heart: "Originally, I said that I would pay 100 gold if it was done, but if it didn't work, I would also have 10 gold of hard money..."

Qian Yi shook his head with a wry smile, and sent someone to take twenty gold from his bedroom and handed it to the big man: "My father is angry, and I hope that the strong man will not hold a grudge." ”

Looking at the twenty gold cakes stuffed in the tray in front of him, the big man didn't have the face to reach out and take it.

But thinking that he would not be able to explain to his brothers when he returned, he finally took it, stuffed the gold cakes into the package piece by piece, and tied them on his back.

After finishing his work, seeing that Mr. Qian was still as warm as jade, the big man blushed slightly.

gritted his teeth and bowed his hand: "Gongzi Gaoyi, don't dare or forget; In the future, whenever there is an opportunity, Han Rui's head will be presented to thank the Qian family for his great kindness. ”

The war is extinguished, and there is a food shortage in Cloud City, and the rice stone is 500 yuan!

The women and children in the village were waiting to be fed, so they forced the big man to resort to this risky trick in order to have food for the villagers to survive the winter.

In a war, there will never be a real victorious side.

As Afang Gongfu said: Xing, the people are bitter; Death, but also the people suffer.