Following the cobblestone path, Cao Shaoqin walked to the small pavilion not far away, a pool of budding new lotus, the breeze blew slowly, carrying a faint burst of lotus fragrance, the pool water was slightly wrinkled, sparkling, and the summer heat disappeared a lot.

In the pavilion, Guo Ran, who was wearing a white silk dress, drank cold sour plum soup, shook his head at Cao Shaoqin, who came over, and sighed, "You are still wearing this clothes on this hot day, and you are not afraid of suffocation." ”

"I've seen my grandfather." Cao Shaoqin is nearly forty years old, his eyebrows are picturesque, but his temples have long been gray, his complexion is as pale as a dead person, his face is expressionless, he is wearing a black heavy brocade dress all the year round, and his voice is also flat and stable, and he can't hear the slightest human taste.

"Sit down!" Guo Ran waved his hand to repel the two guards behind him, and pushed the iced sour plum soup on the case in front of Cao Shaoqin, who was sitting down, "Take a few sips first to cool off the heat." ”

"Grandpa Xie." Cao Shaoqin gestured and was thoughtful, but he just gave people a gloomy feeling, which made people feel bad in their hearts, and drank the slightly cold sour plum soup in the small cup, and then he said slowly, "All the things that Grandpa ordered have been done." ”

"You shouldn't kill all those people, they have hard work, even if they don't have merit." Looking at Cao Shaoqin, who was always a dead face, Guo Ran shook his head and said.

"Only the dead don't leak secrets, and they each have their own way of dying." Cao Shaoqin glanced at the old man beside him and said quietly, "Grandpa has relented." “

"There are a few people who are doing intelligence and have clean net worth, according to your words. You and I deserve to die. Guo Ran glanced at Cao Shaoqin, who was sitting precariously, and stood up, "Forget it, don't talk about this, and tell me how you feel about that young man?" ”

"I can't see through him." Cao Shaoqin replied, frowning slightly, "It's not appropriate for a young man to be used on him, the vicissitudes of life on him." Not what he should be at his age. ”

"How is he these days?" Guo Ran thought of Li Ang, and suddenly asked, "Is there a daughter with the Lin family..."

"No, he hid it, still pretending not to know her identity." Thinking of the return of his subordinates, Cao Shaoqin replied.

"Oh!" Guo Ran's voice was low. There was some surprise in his heart, but soon he turned his head and said to Cao Shaoqin, "You go, remember to check the henchmen who escaped under Liu Lian, and don't let them do anything bad." ”

Cao Shaoqin left, his steps were the same as when he came, and between each step, there was no difference at all.

In the study room with a faint woody fragrance, Li Ang set fire to the Trist file transferred from the East Factory. Throw it into the incense burner lit with sandalwood and walk back to the desk. Picked up the book of 'Explaining Words' and continued to read.

Lin Fengshuang pushed the door in, holding a cup of cold mung bean soup in his hand. In the past few days, Li Ang has been reciting words day and night in the study, and he has become a lot haggard, so he walked to him gently, Lin Fengshuang put the sweet and delicious mung bean soup in a small bowl and put it in front of Li Ang, "This mung bean soup has been frozen all morning, drink it and look at it!" ”

"Thank you." Leon put down the scroll. smiled at Lin Fengshuang, who was standing quietly with low eyebrows, picked up the bowl of mung bean soup and drank it.

Looking at the departing slender figure. Li Ang sat in the chair with a tired face, he was not a fool, he knew in his heart why Lin Fengshuang wanted to lie to herself, she just didn't want to use the identity of King Qiling to make herself like her, thinking of Feng Siniang who helped her deceive herself, Li Ang sighed, maybe just like Guo Nu said, he should let go of his arms and slowly fall in love with this woman named Lin Fengshuang, as for the secret of King Qiling, he should have never known it!

In the evening, Leon watched a table of people sit around to eat, with a happy smile in his eyes, only those who know the taste of loneliness will know how happy it is to sit and eat with his family.

"I took over a military task and needed everyone's help." Seeing that everyone was eating about the same, Li Ang suddenly said, "I will pretend to be another person to go to Taixue, and you have to pretend to be my local family." ”

"Okay!" After just being stunned for a while, Feng Siniang came back to her senses and asked with a smile, "Who are you going to pretend to be, tell me about it?" Immediately, everyone looked at Li Ang, and they were all quite curious.

"He is the descendant of General Li Dian, the Marquis of Po, the seventh brother of the Shanyang family, Li Liuru." Thinking of the new identity that the military hall chief had prepared for him, Li Ang replied, "Nineteen years old, both parents died, and there are two younger sisters, this time it is Chang'an who sold the family property. ”

"Qingzhi and Xiaoyu are just pretending to be your sister, Sister Lin, Luo Shen is pretending to be your maid, I am a cook, Acui is a housekeeper, Lao Cen and Tulle are subordinates, what do you think?" Feng Siniang thought for a while.

"That's good, but the names of Qingzhi and Xiaoyu need to be changed." Seeing that Feng Siniang had already decided on everyone's identity, Li Ang smiled and said, "Qingzhidi's name is Liuyi, and Xiaoyu's name is Liuji." ”

"Okay, everyone remembers, in the future, I will call Liuru Gongzi." Feng Siniang smiled, stood up and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks with Lin Fengshuang and Yuan Luoshen, and said to Li Ang, "I don't know what role you want to play Liuru Gongzi?" ”

"I don't know, tomorrow, someone will come and talk to me." Li Ang couldn't help frowning when he thought of the few helpers who would come tomorrow, not knowing who it would be.

At night, when the light was shining, Leon found Triste and went to the pavilion in the court, looking at his back, Trist didn't know what was going to happen, and he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

"I remember that I promised you that after returning to Chang'an, I would help you redeem Amei." Leon looked at Triste's green eyes, took out the dragon ticket from his arms and handed it over, "This is 10,000 gold baht, you can take it and redeem her!" ”

"Childe!" Looking at the dragon ticket handed to him, Trist looked at it in a daze, not knowing what to say, he didn't expect Leon to remember his things all along.

"You are my housekeeper and my family, and you can't let you be a bachelor for the rest of your life." Li Ang said with a smile, and stuffed the dragon ticket into Trist's hand, "Redeem Amei early, people have been waiting for you for so many years!" ”

"Thank you, Childe." Carefully hiding the dragon ticket, Trist said to Li Ang, "When Gongzi's new identity is familiar to everyone, I will go to redeem Amei." ”

"That's fine, you can just endure it for a few days!" Leon nodded, Trist was right, at this time, the people in the family were all trustworthy to him, and the woman named Amei should not let her know about this trip.

Walking back to the study, Li Ang couldn't help but smile when he saw Lin Fengshuang holding Qingzhi in his arms, and walked over to Qingzhi and said, "What's the matter, do you want Sister Lin to sleep with you again?" ”

"My brother refuses to sleep with Zhi'er, so Zhi'er has to find her sister." Qing Zhi leaned

's shoulder, hugging her neck and saying to Li Ang, looking cute.

"You!" Li Ang shaved Qingzhi's little face, shook his head, looked at Lin Fengshuang, and suddenly brushed his hand next to the hair on her sideburns, twisting off a flying insect. Seeing Li Ang's hand withdrawn, Lin Fengshuang only felt that the heart that had just stopped jumped violently, so that she couldn't hear what Li Ang said to her, and just let him send her back to the room in a daze.

"Go to bed early, don't be naughty with your sister." Pushing open the door, Leon smiled, turned around, and walked back to the study.

"Sister, your face is so hot, are you sick?" Hearing Qing Zhi's voice, Lin Fengshuang came back to her senses, she looked at Qing Zhi in her arms, and smiled, "Sister is fine, sister is just happy in her heart." ”

"Happy." Qingzhi shook her little head and muttered to herself, "Why is your face hot when you are happy, I don't understand, I don't understand?" ”

"I don't know!" Lin Fengshuang hugged Qingzhi and walked briskly to the side of the big bed, "You, be obedient, go to bed early, don't be a little lazy cat?" ”

"People aren't lazy cats." Qingzhi pouted and lay down under the quilt with Lin Fengshuang, listening to this beautiful and gentle big sister tell the story, and soon fell asleep with her in her arms. Looking at the sleeping Qingzhi, Lin Fengshuang thought of Li Ang's face when he brushed his sideburns, and a sweet smile appeared on his face.

Walking back to the study, Li Ang's heart suddenly tightened, he put his hand on the doorknob of the study, slowly pushed it open, and his eyes fell on the back of the man standing in front of the desk, "Who are you?" ”

The man turned. Li Ang saw him clearly, it was a middle-aged Taoist, with a Chinese face, long eyebrows and fine eyes, and a little sadness in his expression. Looking at Li Ang, the Taoist said after a while, "You are the senior brother who likes the land?" ”

Li Ang didn't understand what the middle-aged Taoist meant at all, and just said coldly. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"I have no ill will." The middle-aged Taoist's voice was low, "Yu Liyan is my senior brother, I heard General Han say that he gave you his spear skills before he died, so I came to you." ”

"Do you know General Yu?" Li Ang looked at the middle-aged Taoist. Frowning, he had never heard Li Yan mention his family and friends, and he couldn't help but still be a little suspicious.

"'Extremely soft spear, extremely round spear' is the spear technique created by my father, and the spear skill of my senior brother is essential, only the key to the style and the earth, and the key to the lack of 'qi'." Seeing that Li Ang didn't believe him, the middle-aged man took out a yellowed book from his arms and said, "This is the key to the internal kung fu made by the 'extremely soft spear, extremely round spear'." ”

"I'm here. It's just that I want to return this trick to you, which can be regarded as the fulfillment of my brother's last wish. He placed the yellowed booklet on his desk. The middle-aged Taoist glanced at Li Ang and walked to the door. "I'm leaving, I hope you won't live up to my brother's expectations of you."

"Wait." Li Ang stretched out his hand to grab the middle-aged Taoist, but he didn't expect that the middle-aged Taoist just flicked his wrist, and the sleeves of the wide Daoist robe rolled up, and he repelled him, and when he stabilized his body, the figure of the middle-aged Taoist had disappeared into the darkness in the courtyard.

Covering the door, Li Ang clenched his left hand, which was beaten by the middle-aged Taoist's sleeve. Walked over to the desk and picked up the yellowed book. After looking through it, I found that the handwriting on it was exactly the same as the gun skills that Yu Liyan gave him.

Li Ang looked at the book, the breathing exercise method that cooperated with the shooting, and realized that the so-called 'qi' was not as mysterious as he thought, but only the cultivation of internal kung fu, unlike the external kung fu to enter the realm quickly, it required perseverance, and it took a long time to practice the real 'internal strength', which can be said to be the slightest trick.

Putting down the inner family in his hand, Li Ang thought of the middle-aged Taoist's vague words, and his brows furrowed, it seemed that he needed to find Dongchang or Jinyi Wei to check the origin of this middle-aged Taoist. Blowing out***, Leon walked out of the study.

The next day, there were five more people in Li Ang's family, two of whom were curly-haired and black-skinned Kunlun slaves. Feng Siniang and Lin Fengshuang, who had never seen before, couldn't help but be secretly amazed.

In Jiaozhou and all parts of Nanyang, the slave trade of the Great Qin and Romans has always been prosperous, and the Kunlun slaves are extremely popular because of their long strength and hard-working. In the estates of the big landlords of the Han people in the south, the Kunlun slaves who worked almost surpassed those Nanyang natives.

"Master Li, we're going to dress up for you again." In the study, Lu Ziqing looked at Li Ang's cold face, frowned, called the two people beside him, re-tied the scholar's hair bun for Li Ang, and took out a set of white scribe clothes worn by the students for Li Ang to wear.

Looking at Li Ang, who was dressed as a scholar, Lu Ziqing still frowned, and he suddenly said in a deep voice, "Master Li, please soften your eyes a little more, and when you walk, your steps will slow down a little!" ”

According to Lu Ziqing's request, Li Ang's sharp eyes softened a lot, and he walked more slowly, with a somewhat leisurely meaning, "Okay, Mr. Lu." Seeing that Lu Ziqing still kept looking at himself, Li Ang frowned, he didn't expect this scribe in charge of makeup and disguise in the East Factory to be so picky, in one morning, he had changed several buns and changed no less than five sets of clothes.

"Give the folding fan to Master Li." Lu Ziqing turned around, and the two subordinates hurriedly took out a folding fan with ink bamboo painted on it from the box they carried with him and handed it to Li Ang.

"Well, that's pretty much it." Looking at Li Ang, who was holding a folding fan, dressed in white, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, Lu Ziqing nodded, "Master Li, remember that when you walk, you might as well take a slower step and have more smiles on your face." ”

"I see." Li Ang replied with a smile, only to feel that the cheeks of the face that had been smiling were sore.

"Alright, that's it." Lu Ziqing looked at Li Ang, clapped his hands, and asked his subordinates to open the door and let them in.

Looking at the elegant scholar in front of him who was holding a folding fan, his white clothes were spotless, and he was smiling lightly on his delicate face, Feng Siniang and Lin Fengshuang were stunned, is this still Li Ang, although the appearance is still the same, but it gives people a completely different feeling, how can the person in front of him not make people think of the cold and strict young officer, who is completely a handsome son from a scholarly family.

"How?" Looking at the people who were staring at him motionless, Li Ang asked with a smile on the corners of his mouth and eyebrows according to Lu Ziqing's meaning.

"Splendid, splendid!" Trist muttered, "Childe, you must not laugh like this when you go out on the street, the girl will follow you home." ”