Fang Zhongyong entered the door and walked straight to the lobby, looking at the stiff expressions of Ma Erya and Wang Ziyue, and the big pot of cold chicken soup and medicinal food on the table in front of the two of them, he said slightly apologetically: "I'm late to come back, what's the matter, you are all waiting for me, didn't you go to see the lights?" ”

"No, no. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Ma Erya's face was full of the four big words "being a thief", which made Fang Zhongyong feel very strange.

Fang Zhongyong took off his official hat, his official robe faded, and he casually asked the maid to take a big coat and put it on, and then sat down on the four-legged round stool of pear blossom wood on the side of the table, and his eyes slid down on the table.

Under the soup plate of chicken soup, the letter with crooked handwriting was pressed.

"Send a servant to hot chicken soup, and if you eat it cold like this, won't it hurt?" Hey? Letters, huh? Fang Zhongyong said, took out the letter, and read it three times and two times.

This time the face changed became Fang Zhongyong:

Liu Yue'e said in the letter that Zhe is still missing, what is the situation? How so? It is not clearly written, and there is no explanation of the cause and effect, only that he disappeared when he was attacked outside the city of Gyeongju.

The whole letter is vague and incomprehensible, and it is simply confusing bad news.

Fang Zhongyong calmed himself down, squeezed out a reluctant and extremely ugly smile, and then, taking the letter, without saying a word, he led the horse and galloped outside.

Ma Erya and Wang Ziyue looked at each other, and they couldn't guess what Fang Zhongyong was going to do. But there was no way to stop Fang Zhongyong, a road killer, from stepping on his horse and whipping away.

……

Chai Lin and Zhang Xi watched the Keju competition downstairs getting hotter and hotter, and they were very excited.

The folding fan was originally an ivory fan bone, and the silk cloth in the middle was finely smoked through Yongzhou Yanling incense, and under a fan, a fragrance jumped like a little lady's boudoir.

The two teams downstairs each have a lot of fans, and each other occupies a place under the stage.

At first, there was some order, each cheering for their own team, shouting and cheering wave after wave, as the game heated up, the fan team began to integrate with each other with "you have me, I have you".

"What are you doing, stepping on my shoes."

"Call what is called, call again, believe it or not, I will send you to see your ancestors with a punch."

"Under the rule of Master Bao, you dare to do it." ……

After less than three or five sentences, the fists began to swing wildly, and the fans of both sides began a unique off-court battle with hand-to-hand combat as cheering.

Chai Lin and Zhang Xi looked at the scene downstairs, it was simply, full of magical rhythm:

The Keju team on the field tried their best against the Merry Eyes, and the Keju hooligans off the field threw shoes, copper plates, and even all kinds of food to fight with the opposing fans.

A lot of stinky shoes flew directly to the field. The noisy scene made many people who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, eating melons, drinking water, eating cakes and eating chicken legs, and the masses became more and more crowded around.

It is not a big deal to watch the excitement, which is the traditional virtue of the people of all countries in the world.

……

Due to the Shangyuan Lantern Festival, the inner city is crowded, and it is difficult for horses to pass.

Fang Zhongyong had to drive his horse from the outer city, went around the circle of the boss, and went around for more than an hour before making a detour to Sima Mansion.

The place where Zhe is still missing is close to Gyeongju, and now it is a huge person from Pang who knows Gyeongju. I don't care to look back at this huge Pang person, which is the prototype of the Pang Taishi written in many drama books that have been handed down to later generations.

Fang Zhongyong only thought that now Sima Guang was serving as an official under Pang Ji, and he was also the only person he knew who was in charge of Gyeongju, although it was abrupt, he could only find Sima Guang's mansion in Bianjing and find a way to bring a letter to Sima Guang and ask him to help.

And he will have to wait until tomorrow at noon at the earliest, when he goes to the wheel of cultivation and living note, so that he can ask Zhao Zhen for personal favors, see if he can let himself take turns off, and go to Gyeongju to find someone first.

The huge moon hung high in the sky, and as soon as he raised his head, Fang Zhongyong had a scorching and hot feeling of sadness, and his heart was stinging for a while.

Can't mess around. It's still going to be okay, and with me, everything will be fine. Fang Zhongyong silently told himself in his heart.

……

In Gyeongju City, Zhi Yi, Liu Yue'e, Di Qing and others were happily strolling around the light market.

Although it is not as prosperous as Bianjing, it is also full of joyful festive atmosphere.

Zhi still walked in front with Liu Yue'e, talking to several beautiful palace lantern riddles, a girl, a young woman, the two whispered, said a word, covered their faces and smiled, said a word, covered their faces and smiled.

Fold still has an iceberg-like face, and for some reason, there is no sense of disobedience when talking and laughing with Liu Yue.

Di Qing's six senses are naturally better than ordinary people, and at this time, because of curiosity, he deliberately saved a little bit of ear power, and got close to behind Zai Zheyi and Liu Yue'e, so he listened to a few ears intermittently, and the private conversations of the best friends of these two female generals.

Passing by a lantern riddle, the riddle on it is "3,000 beauties in the harem", and then, Liu Yue'e folded it in half and still said: "The iron pestle is ground into an embroidery needle".

"Hahaha."

After another place, "a moment of the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold", Zhe still gently raised the silk fan in his hand, and said to Liu Yue: "You must know that you have to bow down to this matter."

"You're bad."

"You're worse."

"This and this, life must be happy," Liu Yue'e pointed to one place and read softly, folded up, and whispered, "From now on, the king will not be early." ”

"What a faint gentleman, oh hahaha," "oh hahahaha"......

What is this? Di Qing was in the back, deeply feeling that eavesdropping on the chat between the woman's close friends was also an experience that subverted the three views.

At this time, Di Qing didn't know that there was a saying in later generations, called filthy filthy filthy. In later generations, there is also a term called, girls, a little dirty is cute.

A young girl, with a young woman and an old driver,

A young woman, a young girl followed her into the car.

In later generations, this picture has no sense of disobedience.

However, Di Qing, who is still a young and young virgin in this regard, is still quite broken in his heart at the moment.

……

This night, Fang Zhongyong was not the only one running around.

When the Zhefu received Liu Yue's letter, it was also turned over by the upper and lower people, and Mrs. Zhe cried and cried with the folded clothes to see things and think about people, and her favorite Lantern Festival on weekdays was brought to the front, and she couldn't care about eating it.

The old general, who refused to ask for help for hundreds of years, also pulled down his old face that night, found his old comrades-in-arms of the Western Army, and asked for help in various ways.

Hearing the news, the first person to take the initiative to come to the door to greet was naturally the Yang family.

Yang Yanzhao and Yang Yanxi's brothers, all of whom grew up with Zhe, heard the news and came to express their cordial condolences and expressed their willingness to contribute. (To be continued.) )