Chapter 335: A Mass of Suspense

The generals were surprised, Xiang Ye asked his wife to personally arrange a banquet for them, this honor is probably not a few in the world, with the status of Xiang Ye, even if it is a cabinet minister, just need to order the governor is already a very good manner, but he actually let the ladies personally arrange, is to treat them as highly respected and respectful.

"Xiangye is so received, how can the lowly people stand it." Hong Ze clenched his fists tightly and bowed, and his emotion was beyond words.

Ah Zhen lifted up and moved everyone, smiled and invited them to take a seat, shush the cold and ask for warmth, recalling the battle against the enemy, and instantly everyone was full of blood, sometimes angry, sometimes laughing, all sighing that they would serve under his command again in their lifetime, make meritorious achievements, and spill blood in the dunes.

At noon, the snow in the sky stopped, the sky was dark and gloomy, and the three-table banquet was placed in a corner of the patio.

Ah Zhen invited the crowd to drink and eat, and said in his heart: They still want to fight with me, they don't know that the day of goodbye is the time of hostility, they now praise me as the god of war, I don't know if they will praise me like this in the future, maybe they will insult the sky.

"The generals praise falsely, in fact, the little brother is not talented, just a beggar's scheme, as long as you don't scold me, I will be happy, what celestial people, gods and reputations really dare not be." Holding the wine in his hand, Ah Zhen saluted the generals one by one, "Please drink this cup to the full." ”

"Xiangye is too modest, isn't he?" Everyone laughed, naturally picked up wine and saluted each other, and drank it all.

In fact, Ah Zhen was very annoyed, knowing that something must happen in Jinling, but he had no bottom in his heart, and he was very tired of entertaining this group of sworn enemies who came to Japan, but he was a guest, and he couldn't help but laugh. After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food, Jun's face was flushed with a burst of wine, he stood up upside down, his eyes flashed with light, he was drunk and put on Yang Qingyang, and invited with a wine burp: "Don't be polite, everyone, just treat it as your own home, come and come, and do it again!" ”

The generals saw that his face was full of wine and his standing was unstable, all of them were like him, Yang Qingyang and Qi Fei were the same age as him, and the two of them supported him, and said with a dumb smile: "Brother Zhen, you are drunk." ”

Ah Zhen shook his head, his hands were on the two of them, and when he saw the generals get up, he shouted loudly: "Don't go, let's drink again." ”

The generals hugged their fists and said with joy: "Xiangye, everyone is in a hurry to go back to their hometowns and go home, and when they return to the capital, they will have a drink with Xiangye." ”

Yang Qingyang knew that his uncle didn't drink much, so he hugged him from Qi Fei and said, "Qi Fei, you are in a hurry to return home, let's go quickly." ”

"Then there is Lao Qingyang." Qi Fei nodded, hugged his fists and said, "Brother Zhen, when I return to the capital in the future, I will definitely drink with you again." ”

The generals were very grateful, and looked at the drunken right prime minister, and when they saw that he had drunk to death, they looked at each other and smiled, and turned around and left the mansion one by one, and they all sighed that the right prime minister was heroic and enthusiastic enough.

Sending the generals away, Cai Jingzhi and Aunt Wang hurriedly stepped forward and took Ah Zhen from Yang Tengfei, Cai Jingzhi thanked: "Thank you General Yang, the young master can hand it over to the slave." ”

Yang Tengfei hesitated for a moment, handed over the drunk uncle to the two of them, hugged his fists and bowed: "When Brother Zhen wakes up, tell me the meaning of gratitude." ”

"General Yang walks slowly." Cai Jingzhi and Wang Kegu thanked each other and sent him away, and the two of them hurriedly went to the bedroom with the drunk king in their arms.

Yang Tengfei was extremely depressed, everyone went back, he had been drinking with Jingchen for the New Year for six years, Jingchen was not in Jinling, should he go home, what is the use of going home?

"Hey......" silently went to the school field outside the north city, or went to drink with Hu Che'er, since he was a child, he followed General Su Lao and fought with Jingchen, and suddenly the class teacher came back, isn't this a life?

Walking and walking, he came to the school yard where he was stationed, and walked through Ling Ling's scattered, lazy tent and military tent, Yang Qingyang waved open the military tent and shouted: "Hu Che'er, let's drink!" ”

"What kind of wine?" Hu Che'er squatted on the bed, sorted out his clothes, and replied without raising his head: "I want to go home to see my mother, I don't have time." ”

"!" Yang Qingyang cursed, walked to the edge of the bed unhappily, glanced up and down at the kid squatting on the bed, picked up his big palm and slapped his head, "The bed is for sitting and lying, not for squatting." ”

"Hehe...... "Hu Che'er picked at the head that was patted, tied the package with cracked teeth, jumped off the bed and said: "Get used to it, goodbye on the third day of junior high school, I'll go home to see my mother." The words fell, and they swept away like a hurricane toward the tent curtains.

Yang Qingyang saw that he was running faster than a thief, he smiled dumbly and opened his big mouth, looked at the shaking curtain, sighed deeply, straightened his legs and lay down on Hu Che'er's dog bed, in a daze, thinking about the beloved girl in his hometown and marrying someone else; Thinking of his parents, they are all dead; Thinking of his brother and sister-in-law, he kicked him out of the house; Thinking......

"Fuck!" Confused eyes, gritted his teeth and cursed, waved open the tent curtain, ran to his tent, took out two pieces of silver, stuffed it in his arms, and ran towards the military horse camp with his legs, and soon a fast horse turned into a small black dot with a hoof and wind, until it disappeared without a trace.

The night was quieter, and the intermittent snow suddenly became bigger, and from night to midnight, Jinling was already white, the candlelight on the candlestick was swaying, and the forehead of the man who did not move or lie flat was covered with a warm towel. He wasn't drunk, he just had a lot of doubts in his head, he couldn't figure it out, he didn't want to say anything he didn't want to do, he just lay quietly and thought about things. From noon to midnight, I sorted out the messy ball of thread in my head, and cut the silk to go to the barbar.

In the candle room, the night was far away from the universe, and after a long time, the man on the bed suddenly opened his big eyes, and the essence in his eyes was overflowing, and it seemed that something had passed.

The wise people of the world always make the mistake of complicating a simple thing. If a person sins, he always wants to destroy all the testimonies, but doing so is dangerous and exhausting. So what to do? It's very simple, instead of destroying the testimonial drama, we have to create more, so that the case-solving personnel will have no way to start around these testimonial dramas that are true and false. When the case drags on for a longer time, then all the testimony dramas will become more and more powerless. Until the smoke disappears, until there is no power to return to the sky.

Ah Zhen recalled his road from a commoner to the right prime minister, in which he met many nobles, the old lady, the old man, the old man Shen, He Shidao, the emperor, even if he was capable, if he didn't come to the old lady, he wouldn't be able to enter the Yin Mansion, if he didn't enter the Yin Mansion, the old man Shen wouldn't have given him a place in the Su Mansion, if he hadn't entered the Su Mansion, he wouldn't have fallen in love with Ting'er, if he hadn't fallen in love with Ting'er, he wouldn't have broken into the Great Northwest, and the emperor wouldn't value him if he hadn't entered the Great Northwest, if the emperor hadn't valued him, how could there be anything behind? Everything has a cause and effect.

He's lucky to climb this way, right? After all, it is not ordinary people who value him, but the king of a country, who can do anything. Although he has no ambitions, he also hates being an official. But how many people in the world do anything for a little power? As the saying goes, money makes the devil grind. However, in this feudal slave world, money is only an appendage to power, and as long as there is power, the richest people in the world have to kowtow. If it is said that there is money to make the ghosts to grind, then there is power to make the king of Yama drive the donkey.

"The eyes are clear and sick, the flowers are seen in the air, the flowers are transformed, and the life and death are all upside down." In the silence, Ah Zhen was enlightened, turned over and sat up, put his hands together and said: "Amituo Buddha, good and good!" ”

"Huh?" Murong Pian sat at the tea table and waited, Su Tingting dripped a towel, listening to this voice, all of them screamed, turned her eyes to look at the bed blankly, and saw that the monk was so humble, she was stunned and didn't know what to do.

Murong Pian closed his cherry mouth, reacted and stood up immediately, rushed forward with his hands together, and said respectfully: "Master Buddhism is boundless, not only from which lineage?" ”

"Amitabha, good, good!" Ah Zhen was compassionate and compassionate, and recited in a loud voice: "One flower is one world, one Buddha is the same." The poor monk is Xuanzong, and he believes in the great compassion of my Buddha. ”

"Poof!" Seeing that Xianggong would be strange as soon as he woke up, this was exactly the same as the old hatred of the Taoist, Su Tingting couldn't help but laugh out loud, looked at him and his aunt with disgust, and called softly: "Xianggong ......"

"Hey, hey, hey......" In less than a minute, Ah Zhen immediately broke the vows, stopped with a compassionate palm, and immediately hugged the two babies left and right into his chest.

Murong Pian was embraced, and he looked up at Brother Ah Zhen who was smiling and said shamefully: "Holy monk, you are a person who has attained the Dao, how can you hug Pian'er and break the color ring." ”

Ah Zhen lowered his eyes and smiled: "Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, red powder is like a skeleton to me, and it is just a skeleton to be hugged by the poor road, how can you say that you can break the vows?" ”

"Liquan let you say it." Murong Pian smiled and buried his little head in his arms.

Ah Zhen smiled, turned his eyes to look at Ting'er up close, couldn't help biting her pink lips, and the fairy was full of shame and joy, and then asked: "Ting'er, have you taken out my identity as the king of Dali?" ”

Su Tingting's lips were licked and bitten, and she shook her head shyly, "This matter is important, and Ting'er has never mentioned it to anyone." ”

Ah Zhen smiled and nodded his head, let go of the two of them and raised a finger and smiled: "By the way, don't say it, even if the Jade Emperor is here, you can't say it." ”

Murong Pian was surprised, it was the first time for Brother Ah Zhen to be so cautious, so he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Brother Ah Zhen, is something happening?" ”

Pinching the tender cheeks of the little cutie, Ah Zhen smiled and said: "Don't worry about it, it's nothing, as long as my identity is not revealed, there will never be anything, so I have to be cautious." ”

His cautious and frightened Su Tingting's heart tightened in her throat, and when she heard this, she breathed a sigh of relief, covered her heart with her hand and said: "The identity of the husband is so important, Ting'er and Pian'er will never talk to anyone." ”

"That's good." Ah Zhen stretched his muscles, twisted his neck and said, "I've slept all day, but I have to walk around, you go to sleep first, I'll go out for a walk." ”

"Where can I go in the middle of the night?" Murong Pian and Su Tingting sneered in unison, then looked at each other and smiled, Su Tingting blushed and whispered: "It's too ridiculous for Xianggong to play, and the girls outside are not very clean." ”