Sunlight shone through the gray iron windows on the thick stone walls around the cell, and Fang Zhongyong ended his conversation with Hairpin Potato and walked towards the outside of the prison step by step. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Outside, a large number of melon-eating people waiting to see a good show are looking forward to the results infinitely.

Han Qi had been listening outside, feeling that Fang Zhongyong, like those rotten Confucians who refused to be tortured, would not be able to break through the difficulty of hairpin potatoes at all.

However, Fang Zhongyong, who walked out of the door, had a calm and indifferent smile on his face.

He walked directly to Han Qi, with the infinite spring breeze on his face, and there was still a clear and unpredictable sense of confusion in his eyes, and the whole person looked like an evergreen deciduous broad-leaved forest: "Lord Han, can you keep me and these two brothers staying here for a few days?" ”

Han Qi looked at his expression, he was originally worried that this kid's two brushes could really make a hairpin potato, but after hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but smile on his lips: "Naturally, as long as Lord Fang himself doesn't delay his own appointment." ”

Fang Zhongyong looked at Han Qi's gaze, and naturally understood that Han Qi's seemingly calm and businesslike eyes were full of meaning that you wouldn't be able to judge it if you dragged it out for a few days.

But he only smiled slightly, arched his hand and said, "Then thank you Lord Han." ”

In the evening, an eagle falcon and a carrier pigeon inadvertently flew out of the backyard and flew in two different directions.

The frost sent Xiao Han to invade the quilt, Fang Zhongyong woke up from a dream, and it was already past the end of the day, and a sound leaked through the quiet courtyard.

"Sure enough, I don't know it's spring sleep—" Fang Zhongyong arched the quilt and sighed softly.

Hearing this, the captain who was guarding outside beckoned, and the two rough girls went in with water and served Fang Zhongyong to wash.

I can't afford it, and the morning light has not yet revealed the first rays of brilliant color. Densely scattered, a faint light reflected in the soft smoke of the faded windows.

Fang Zhongyong glanced at the two girls twice, waved his hand and let them quit.

Then, Comrade Fang Zhongyong jumped up from the quilt, wiped two handfuls with cold water and wiped it with cold water, grabbed the handkerchief next to him and wiped it, cleaned his teeth with green salt, rinsed his mouth with mint water next to him, combed his hair with both hands left and right, and did not pull any tricks, only wrapped his hair into a braid and tied it with a silk silk knot at the top of the heart, and tied it with a stone blue silk with a bronze pendant with a cloud pattern.

Waving his hand, he grabbed a set of gowns and robes on the clothes next to the bed, climbed on the green satin soap-soled boots, and drew a blue blue flower belt to tie it, measured it meaningfully, pushed the door out, and went straight to the main hall.

When he arrived at the main hall, he realized that he was the bird that got up late, and Han Qi and the others were already waiting for him. Han Qi stood in the hall with his hands in his hands, on the sleeves of the brocade dress with black blue carved leopard print, and the standard Zhengrong cufflinks were tightly buttoned on his wrists, which were dazzling.

Under the plaque of the muddy gold Kowloon Qingdi with the words "self-improvement" written on the head, there is a red sandalwood carved glass case, on which there is a three-foot silver-white dot Zhu Liuxia bronze tripod, and the side of the Junyao beauty bottle is inserted with magnolia flowers, and the budding flowers hang low.

There are four large log chairs on the side of the hall, with stone blue brocade chairs, four pairs of foot pedals at the bottom, a pair of high ones in the middle, and two red sandalwood bookshelves on the side are full of volumes. The candlelight in the overnight lamp in the hall was already flickering, and the light was dim.

Seeing Fang Zhongyong entering, Han Qi beckoned everyone to prepare for breakfast, this breakfast is ordinary, nothing more than spring flower cakes, soup cakes, bean cakes, xiaolong crisps and five-grain rice soup, all of which are placed in white porcelain bowls and cups, and there are not many rules in the army, so everyone eats roughly.

The sun gradually lifted the eaves, and Shi Shiran outlined the golden outline of the eaves of the house. The sound of martial arts competition and training in the backyard gradually sounded, and there was a sense of déjà vu of daily life in the army.

Fang Zhongyong came to the cell again, and talked to the hairpin potato.

Hairpin Potato knew that Fang Zhongyong was just trying to pry his mouth open, but he couldn't resist him in the slightest.

After all, the hairpin potato was arrested for a month, it is natural to be tortured, tortured, tortured, lonely and unbearable for the future, although his heart is firm, but now there is a chatter and himself chattering, gossiping, but it really makes him feel nothing bad.

Fang Zhongyong is chattering, but it is definitely not the intention of chatting. At this point, Fang Zhongyong understands that hairpin potatoes are also bright in his heart.

However, Fang Zhongyong's favorite topics to talk about, one is homely, the other is novels, but both are also topics that hairpins and potatoes like to talk about.

The spies sent by Han Qi to stare at the content of Fang Zhongyong's chat with the hairpin potato were quite impatient with this situation, but Fang Zhongyong was still chatting with the hairpin potato.

After the spy reported to Han Qi, Han Qi's lips became more and more disdainful: "It's really a sour and rotten literati, he was so bored that he went to talk to Hairpin Potato about the customs of Western Xia, and Hairpin Potato's childhood life, is he going to write a new book?" You keep staring. ”

When the spy heard Han Qi say this, he naturally took the order and left.

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Zhe still escorted Fan Yong and the others to Yanzhou, paid the order, and rushed to Gyeongju non-stop.

Nominally, she took over an urgent delivery to the old man Pang in Gyeongju, Zhizhou, but in fact, she took this errand more because she was still worried about the mine deployment of the secret spy department, which would have an impact on the activities of Wangcai and other wolves, and she was afraid of causing any damage.

When it came time to deliver the letter to Gyeongju City, Zhe still found that the suburbs of Gyeongju, which had been robbed three or five times by laying mines on the Song-Xia border, were indeed much more prosperous this year.

The chilling willow wind blew for ten miles, and the city of Gyeongju, which was not harassed and war-torn, had a few more rare scenes of peace:

The hawkers in the streets and alleys, the stalls for sale, the merchants with flags open on the doors, the patrol soldiers who hurried by, the green oil trucks driving the tames, the small sedan chairs decorated with golden silk horns, and the aunts who shouted and paved the rows, the alleys and alleys were very lively.

After sending the letter and explaining the errand, he still followed his memory and went to the cave of Wangcai and the wolves to find Wangcai, and did not forget to buy a few more roast chickens for Wangcai before going.

The breeze is gentle, the horse is still bolted, climb up the mountain, pull away the overgrown weeds, find the upper hole buried deep in the green mountains and valleys, because the lower cave is located on the strange rocky steep rock, the height difference between the two holes is up to twenty or thirty zhang, there are three sinkholes on the top of the cave and communicate with the ground, such a multi-hole cave is undoubtedly a ventilation channel.

Whether it is a cold day or a midsummer in Yankou, there is a breeze blowing in the cave. Moreover, the water in the cave is inexhaustible, there are many springs and waterfalls, the fresh air does not need to be repeated, the most rare thing is that the four seasons are as warm as spring, and the air is fresh. The shelter that Wangcai chose for the wolves was indeed excellent.

It's just that here today, it's quiet.

An inexplicable feeling rose in his heart: No, something happened, right?

Thinking of this, Zhi Zhen's heart couldn't help but thump, she touched her waist, and the jade pei given by Fang Zhongyong calmed her mind for a while, and then sat down and continued to wait for the wolves.