After crossing the boundary of Datong City, Fang Xing ordered the team to march to the left from the fork in the road, and the destination was already clear. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Along the way, you can see some greenery, and the horses sometimes look for some young grass from the melted earth, and then look up and neigh, and are extremely happy.

The knife was also very fast, he lay on the back of the horse, looked at the blue sky and shouted: "Seventh brother, Madame said that she would find me a daughter-in-law when I went back!" ”

Xin Laoqi frowned when he looked at his unsteady appearance and said, "You kid know what a daughter-in-law is?" ”

The knife flexibly sat up straight on the horse's back, and said unconvinced: "Isn't it just a fight?" Last time I heard the fifth brother ......"

"The fifth brother is easy to say, but the younger brother is wrong."

Fang Wu drew the knife quickly, and in the face of the knife hanging on his neck, the knife quickly admitted his mistake.

"If you dare to talk to me again, be careful to strip you naked and hang on a tree at night!"

Fang Wu put away the knife, and said faintly: "What is that woman doing?" How did the child come out? Brother Seven, how did your big girl and tiger head come out? ”

Xin Laoqi's face was a little red, and he shouted: "What are you doing by asking seven questions!" When you marry a daughter-in-law, someone will naturally teach you. ”

Ay! The road to education is bumpy, and there is a long way to go!

Fang Xing listened to Xiaodao's words, and couldn't help but think of a joke, a joke about not getting pregnant after getting married.

Someone shouted: "Little knife, marriage is marriage, and when you wait for you, you will kiss your daughter-in-law hard, and it won't be long before you have a child!" ”

The knife didn't believe it: "You lie!" Last time I listened to ......"

"Shut up!"

The knife is agile and often squats on the rooftop, so it hears a lot of 'privacy'.

"Then I'll go ahead and have a look!"

The knife was a little hazy and shy, and as soon as he grabbed the horse's belly, he rushed out.

Fang Xing watched them laugh and felt that the hardships along the way were nothing.

Huang Zhong also smiled: "Uncle, looking at these young people, I also remembered that I was back then, there are still many good people in this world!" ”

Xiaodao only changed his trajectory when he met Fang Xing, otherwise, he would probably become a scout in his life, and then die on the grassland one day.

And Guo Zhong is similar to Xiaodao, he has had a difficult life since he was a child, but fortunately he met Yu Yi, the county magistrate of Jing'an County, otherwise he would not even be able to be a scribe for the rest of his life, let alone Yu Yi recommended him later.

"O nobleman!"

Thinking of Yu Yi, Huang Zhong felt a little emotional. In the end, he was cut off by Fang Xing and played the role of a staff member, but he was also satisfied.

Before lunch, the knife returned, accompanied by a man who looked like a butler.

"Little Lin Sheng, I've seen my uncle."

The man looked at his elegant temperament, and Fang Xing asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"The little one sent the young lady to visit relatives, and now the return trip to Taiyuan, this way is not very safe, I implore the uncle to allow the young lady to accompany me, and after returning to Taiyuan, the little master must be grateful."

Some way ahead, there was an ox cart parked on the side of the road in front of him, and when Fang Xing looked, the curtain of the car was lifted and a pretty face poked out.

After seeing Fang Xing's gaze, the woman's face flushed, and she sighed softly and quickly lowered the car curtain.

"Yes!"

Fang Xing nodded slightly, and then said, "Old Seven, let's cook!" ”

"Thank you, Uncle!"

Lin Sheng saluted overjoyed, then ran back to the side of the ox cart and whispered.

Immediately, a maid got down from the ox cart, and then the woman was also carefully helped out of the carriage by the maid, and she also put on a veil.

After eating, the ox cart followed closely behind the team, and Lin Sheng and the two family members nervously supported them all the way.

In the afternoon, Fang Xing called for camping.

This time there was no post station, no town, and I had to camp in the wilderness.

Fang Xing was very leisurely, and even had time to get a big pot of gnocchi, which was fragrant, which attracted people from hundreds of scouts to say that they wanted to eat this pot.

"The same material, grab what to grab!"

Fang Xing's craftsmanship is indeed good, and he may be able to eat the food that Xing Hebo personally made, which is the reason why everyone wants to compete for it.

Fang Xing made a big bowl by himself, and Huang Zhong also made a big bowl, and then he didn't care, you snatched it yourself.

Walking to the side, Fang Xing squatted and ate like this, without the slightest shelf of the Ming nobles.

After eating, Lin Sheng came again, "Uncle, Miss Jia is timid, can you camp in it at night." ”

The scouts camped according to the rules of the march, and the middle was Fang Xing's tent, so it was also the safest place.

The woman Huang Zhong also took a look, even if she was veiled, she could still feel pretty.

"No way!"

Fang Xing said coldly: "How can you mix women in the army, don't even think about it!" ”

Huang Zhong also said: "It is an exception to let you camp on the side, don't be dissatisfied, go back quickly, and prohibit walking around after dark, otherwise there will be no mercy!" ”

……

It was dark, and in the tent, a portrait was brought to the candle.

The man in the portrait looks to be in his twenties, dressed in a green shirt, holding the hilt of a knife in his left hand, and his eyebrows are full of coldness.

His lips pursed slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he could see some murderous intent in a painting.

"Is that right?"

A nice woman's voice asked.

"That's right, it's him, the demon god!"

A man's voice said: "Judging from today's refusal, this person is decisive in killing, has moderation in women, and is not the demon in the sex that is rumored in the outside world. ”

"He is young and ambitious, and he has offended countless literati, exaggeration is the temperament of literati, and making something out of nothing is their forte, so let's be careful, otherwise he will not pity the fragrance and jade, and cut off your beautiful head!"

"Just now they tried to go in and try it, but they were driven out by his men, and the carriage was escorted inside, and they could no longer see the situation. We have a heavy responsibility, this place is not far from Taiyuan, we must find out who is in the car before they arrive in Taiyuan! ”

The woman's voice sounded a little crisp, but her tone was murderous.

"But for now, we have no hope at all! Legend has it that he used his soldiers boldly and cautiously, and he was indeed a famous general! ”

The man's voice was a little impatient.

The woman said, "I can't wait, call someone to ......"

……

There are not many tents brought by the scouts this time, Fang Xing must occupy one, and Zuo Wei's body also has some problems because of his long-term imprisonment, so Fang Xing let him live with him.

The candlelight flickered, and Fang Xing held the book and looked at it on the side, nodding from time to time, as if he was studying knowledge.

Zuo Wei saw that the cover was the 'Book of Songs', and couldn't help but secretly admire.

Who said that Xinghebo completely rejected Confucianism? People can't let go of the volume, but what they see is ...... Hey! No, can the Book of Poetry be attributed to Confucianism?

Fang Xing felt his gaze and closed the book, "It is said that there were originally thousands of poems, but most of them were deleted by the old master, and only three hundred remained. Three hundred poems, in a word, think innocent! What do you think? ”

Zuo Wei smiled bitterly: "I don't have a deep study of the Book of Poetry, so I don't dare to say anything." ”

The person in front of him is a young man who is known as a genius. If he hadn't started a new school, perhaps Confucianism would have touted him as his leading figure.

Fang Xing smiled, and under the candlelight, it looked a little hideous.

"It's okay to read it, but you don't have to dig deeper, that's what a few people do."

Zuo Wei said embarrassedly: "Yes, uncle, I admire you." ”

There was a dark shadow swaying outside the tent, Fang Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, and Zuo Wei felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, as if he was guarding against something.