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Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Junao walked into Wanhualou and listened to the sound of the orchestra, melodious and beautiful.

They were supposed to go to the county guard's mansion, but when they arrived at the county guard's mansion, they were told that the general Nangong Qianyue was holding a banquet in Wanhualou, so they followed a captain of the Longwu Army to Wanhualou.

In the main hall of Wanhualou, there is a song and dance being staged, there is a woman dancing, the purple and gold skirt is dazzling, like countless gold leaves flying in the air.

Such a beautiful dance could not attract the eyes of Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Junao at all, and the two walked straight to a table of eight immortals and nodded to Nangong Qianyue, who was sitting on the main seat.

Nangong Qianyue squinted his eyes slightly, got up and said, "King Beiliang, General Leng, please sit down quickly." When Xuanyuan Chen and Leng Junao sat down, he stretched out his hand and pointed to a man beside him: "The old man will introduce you to the two, this is the Tianshui County Guard, Lord Wanyan Puzhe." ”

Wanyan Puzhe was in his forties, burly, muscular, wearing only a sleeveless leather coat, and at first glance he was a vulgar mountain hunter, where could people think that he would be the lord of a city.

And the most eye-catching thing about Wanyan Puzhe is his blue eyes.

These blue eyes, coupled with Wanyan's surname, basically show that Wanyan Puzhe is by no means Han, at least not a pure-blooded Han.

In fact, Wanyan Puzhe was born in a grassland tribe, and he is also the head of a family, so he should be rich and prosperous for a lifetime, but someone wants to take away everything from Wanyan Puzhe.

That person is none other than the lord of the Great Golden Kingdom, Borjueluo!

In addition to the temptation, for those tribes who do not obey, Borjuoro relies on strong force and iron-blooded conquest for those tribes who do not obey.

Wanyan Puzhe was rebellious by nature and did not want to be conquered by others, so he rebelled against Borjueluo, but unfortunately his strength was not good, and he was finally defeated on the battlefield.

Although Wanyan Puzhe was defeated, he had more than 10,000 people of his tribe who escaped the pursuit of Borjueluo, among whom more than half of the men were young and strong, and all of them had both bows and horses, which was obviously a force to be reckoned with.

Therefore, there were important ministers in the Han Empire who persuaded the emperor to accept Yan Puzhe's subordinates and place them in Tianshui County, which is likely to become a barrier to the northern part of the empire against the invasion of Dajin in the future.

The emperor did not refuse, and rewarded Wanyan Puzhe with a big reward, and directly ordered him to be the guard of Tianshui.

As for Wanyan Puzhe's background background, Xuanyuan Chen didn't know anything, and he didn't want to know, just nodded to the other party as a sign of politeness.

Wanyan Puzhe grinned and said with a smile: "King Beiliang, General Leng, both of them are heroes in the world, and this official has admired them for a long time. He said politely, but he didn't stand up, and I don't know if he didn't understand the etiquette of the Central Plains, or if he did it on purpose.

Xuanyuan Chen didn't care at all, but a gentle smile appeared on his face, but the smile was not because of Wanyan Puzhe, but because of another person at the Eight Immortals table.

As soon as that person stepped into the hall, that person had already hurriedly got up, he was none other than Captain Zhichong Shangguan Liuyun.

Shangguan Liuyun's official position is not small, but on this table of eight immortals, he only belongs to the last stream, and he can sit here, just as a companion. In addition to him, there were two military attachés, judging from the armor they were wearing, one was the general of the Longwu Army, and the other should be the general of the Pengcheng garrison.

Seeing Xuanyuan Chen's smile, Shangguan Liuyun also treated him with a smile, bowed down and solemnly gave a military salute before slowly bowing his head and sitting down.

When saluting Xuanyuan Chen, Shangguan Liuyun's lips moved slightly, but in the end he didn't make a sound, Xuanyuan Chen didn't notice this, let alone the complicated meaning in Shangguan Liuyun's eyes.

On the table of the Eight Immortals, the Pengcheng County Shouwen Dao, who can be regarded as the master's family, will naturally not be absent, but this fat man who is as fat as a pig seems to have not seen Xuanyuan Chen, and a pair of eyes have been staying on the stage, to be specific, it should be on the snow-white thighs of the dancing girl.

It is extremely shameful to do this, but who among those present would think that it is shameful to hear the teacher's way?

Wen Shidao is acting, a clumsy play.

Maybe he also knew that it was clumsy, but he did it anyway, just to make shame his umbrella, after all, a shameful person is often not easy to be jealous of, and it is easier to stay out of things.

Xuanyuan Chen saw the drama of Wen Shidao in his eyes, and a shadow was already cast in his heart.

Wen Shidao wanted to stay out of the matter, it must be because he felt that something was about to happen, and thinking of the assassination he encountered on the way into the city, as well as the portrait in his arms at this time, Xuanyuan Chen knew very well that if something really happened, it would definitely involve himself.

I believe that it will not be long before many things come to the surface.

And his fate will also change.

If the change cannot be avoided, then the only person present who can change the fate of Xuanyuan Chen is the Longwu General Nangong Qianyue.

Out of instinct, Xuanyuan Chen set his sights on Nangong Qianyue.

And it just so happened that Nangong Qianyue also looked at him.

The eyes of the two met, and there were no imaginary sparks splashing, just like dragonflies dotting water, and they were fleeting.

When he retracted his gaze, the performance on the stage also came to an end, and the dancing girl curled up on the ground, her skirt falling like a waterfall, like an elegy at dusk and sunset.

The hall is quiet, quiet as snow, and snow is lonely.

The applause rang out, and Wanyan Puzhe laughed and said: "This dance is really good, and the dancing girl is also good!" After speaking, her eyes fell on the dancing girl, and she was already lustful.

Nangong Qianyue stroked his hands lightly and said with a smile: "I don't want Pengcheng to have such songs and dances, even if I am in the capital, I rarely see them." ”

Brother Zhu's performance finally reined in, and said with a smile: "If the general likes it, the lower official can send that dancing girl to your tent, and you can watch it every day in the future." ”

Nangong Qianyue shook his head and smiled: "The old man doesn't want to live up to Lord Wen's wishes, but the old man has heavy military affairs, how can he have the time to appreciate singing and dancing!" ”

Hearing the teacher's words, he did not give up, and said: "One piece and one relaxation, the way of civil and martial arts, it is precisely because of the heavy official duties that the general needs to find time to relieve his body and mind, so as not to be tired and unable to serve the Han anymore." ”

Nangong Qianyue smiled politely, there seemed to be something hidden in the smile, and said: "To soothe the body and mind, there is no need to rely on singing and dancing, if the official affairs are done smoothly, it will naturally be smooth." ”

Wen Shidao complimented: "The general is eloquent and strategic, and he will definitely be able to go along with his heart, and everything will be worry-free." ”

Nangong Qianyue said with a smile: "The old man doesn't dare to call himself a great talent, otherwise he won't be heavy and struggling." ”

Wen Shidao showed a look of surprise on his face, and asked softly, "Is the general worried about the banditry in Jiannan Dao?" ”

Nangong Qianyue sighed, his face was bitter, but a smile suddenly flashed on his face, raised his eyes and swept the people on the table, and said lightly: "The chaos in Jiannan Dao is indeed worrying, but some things are even more worrying, the old man can only solve the current matter in order to deal with the banditry in Jiannan Dao with peace of mind." ”

As soon as the words fell, the banquet suddenly fell silent.

Nangong Qianyue laughed dryly twice and stopped talking, her fat face was extremely bright, and she didn't know whether there was oil or sweat.

Wanyan Puzhe's eyes were still on the dancing girl, but there was a gloomy look in his eyes, and there was no lustful desire.

Shangguan Liuyun kept his head down, not knowing what he was thinking. The other two military attachés focused on Xuanyuan Chen's body and never left for a moment.

Xuanyuan Chen felt the gaze of the two, but did not make any response, just looked at the wine glass in his hand, as if he had not drunk the person, and his eyes were full of confusion.

Leng Jun sat proudly, his expression was indifferent like a thousand-year-old cold stone, and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him.

At this moment, on the stage, Maihime's second dance had begun.

The wine flows like water, and the dance whirls like the wind.

In the midst of wine, time always flies by like water.

Nangong Qianyue's eyes suddenly flashed a little weird, and he finally stretched his waist and muttered, "It's time." He said inexplicably, but some people could understand it.

Wanyan Puzhe smiled coldly and said, "It's long overdue." ”

As soon as the words fell, only a sound of "choking" was heard, and Wanyan Puzhe's face showed a hideous look, and he suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and he only felt that his whole body was flying. Looking down, I saw Nangong Qianyue holding a single knife, with blood on the knife, facing a headless corpse.

Wanyan Puzhe suddenly woke up, and the most thoughtful thought flashed through his mind: "Why did I kill it?" ”

Nangong Qianyue cut off Yan Puzhe's head with a single sword, and the blood soared, dyeing the spring color red!

The orchestra stopped suddenly, and the dancing girl on the stage lost her face, while the other people at the Eight Immortals table did not change their faces, as if everything was expected no matter what happened.

The snow was cold, and the sky was white.

Nangong Qianyue took out a piece of silk cloth from his arms and wiped the blood stains on the blade. After he finished wiping the knife, he waited for a while, and then he took a bamboo tube from his arms in a hurry, walked to the window and shook the tube twist.

There was a loud sound of "Tong", and a brilliant flower suddenly appeared in the misty sky. The fireworks bloomed like flowers, dazzling, and lit up the sky above Pengcheng...