Sitting on his own horse given by Qian Gong, Zhao Pu looked at the leader of the night march not far away. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

That man's surname was Zheng, and he was known as the king of Zheng Yan, and he acted violently, went out by day and night, killed people like hemp, and everywhere he went, he made the enemy fearful.

Whether it is a civilian, official or martial arts hall, but in the realm of the Yongxing Army, few people dare to challenge the prestige of King Zheng Yan.

Zhao Pu is the second, and the first one heard that he was a major general who showed off his might in the early years, but in the competition, he was accidentally beheaded by King Zheng Yan.

It is said that it is accidental, but who knows the reason?

According to King Zheng Yan's temperament, if someone dares to challenge him, isn't it that he will die?

But now there is another one who is not dying.

Several of the soldiers under King Zheng Yan shrugged their shoulders and looked at Zhao Pu, and a trace of resentment flashed on their faces.

Turning his cheek slightly, Zhao Pu was staring at him in front of and behind him, like a man's back.

The pursed lips seemed very steady, and Zhao Pu's face had no other expression, probably a cold face that did not change, but the ups and downs in his heart, I am afraid that only he can know.

Looking a little farther away, it was not King Zheng Yan who was at the forefront of the team.

King Zheng Yan was dressed in an iron horse costume, burly and full of huge muscles, but the horses under him were extremely thin, withered wood like bacon hanging on the branches of a tree for ten months, without any fat state, and the fur was even more black, needless to say, this was an ordinary horse borrowed from everywhere, and it may not even be a war horse.

After all, King Zheng Yan's mount had already been packed into the wine skin bag on Zhao Pu's waist.

Originally, he didn't really want to slaughter the horse, Zhao Pu sighed helplessly.

It's just that the master is ignorant, what is the matter with the horse?

Poor Zhao Pu had to eat and sleep in the open, and he had to take a good horse as a sacrifice, if it weren't for the aggressive night marching of King Zheng Yan, Zhao Pu would never have made such a request.

It's a pity for this BMW.

Looking at the bloody plasma in the wine skin bag, Zhao Pu just sighed silently in his heart.

But for now, what matters is your own safety.

……

These night marches searched for Zhao Pu in the small city for a whole morning, and stayed until nearly dusk in the afternoon, when Zhao Pu was brought back to the Yongxing military city.

The streets here are spacious, the people are thriving, and the surrounding small merchants and vendors are also peddling these food, wine and tea, but when they see the cavalry horse of the night march, they unconsciously dodge away.

"Brothers, look, that woman looks good."

It was like a woman sitting at the door of the house, holding a crying baby in her arms, and the mother and son were not like a poor family, buying food at the door.

The leader of Zheng Yan was furious, "You also moved that person?" ”

King Zheng Yan raised his eyes and glanced at the mansion without a flat card, and his face was pale.

Among them, the two small soldiers who were just about to make a move also turned their horses and came back obediently.

As if aware of something, the woman did not want to eat in her hand, but grabbed the child in her arms and walked towards the gate.

"Disappointing, why is this good-looking mother-in-law from this family?"

A few ruffian-like guys didn't ask, but stepped forward and picked up a few steamed cakes and began to chew them heavily.

The boss who sold steamed cakes was pale, and he couldn't help himself, so he had to smile and say, "How many military masters...... Last month, last month, you ate a small steamed cake for three or six dollars...... I'm a small business, but I can't afford it......"

"How?" The ruffian who was about to stuff the steamed cake into his mouth immediately threw the hot steamed cake directly in the peddler's face, and suddenly his face was burned red by a burst of heat, and he howled a few times. "Do you want money from your little master?"

A few ruffians looked at the moving stalls opposite, and scolded loudly, "There is no turmoil in the realm of our Yongxing Army, it is all the credit of the brothers, if there is no night march of ours, just with you loach-like guys, the chaotic soldiers outside will come one by one!" Why don't you thank me for that? ”

"It's just that you still ask my brother for money, and I don't want to live anymore?"

As he spoke, a trace of iron-clad anger appeared on the faces of these people.

The steamed cake vendor who was burned was pulled up by several vendors around, and a group of vendors hurriedly laughed, but their expressions were more ugly than crying.

If you want to survive in this realm, you have to live under the control of these ruffians, and if you don't obey these people's will, it is very likely that your head will fall to the ground immediately.

Sitting on horseback, Zhao Pu's face was very ugly.

These small traders and peddlers are wailing on the ground, but they are always helpless.

"Isn't there anyone in charge?"

Although Zhao Pu didn't say it, he always had some doubts in his heart.

The soldiers didn't bother to bother with these little people, and turned away from the realm.

Zhao Pu looked at a small soldier in front of him, and his face was a little more questioning.

……

"Where's Lord Ji?"

This is really Zhao Pu's only question along the way.

The ruffians turned their heads with disdain.

"Do you really think you're a character? Why did you let Master Ji come out to see you? Master Ji is a great deal of opportunity, and someone will naturally come to take care of your little things, and you can do the rest by yourself. ”

Zhao Pu didn't say anything, although it seems that Qian Gong has a good personal relationship with this Ji adult, but after all, Zhao Pu is just a doorman, and the doorman should have the appearance of a doorman, especially when this kind of handle has fallen, let alone lose etiquette.

Led by two small soldiers, Zhao Pu entered the pavilion of this place.

For one side of the feudal town, there will naturally be one side of the warlord.

The Yongxing Army is stationed here, just like the emperor of the realm, and naturally has the power of the realm.

Zhao Pu has never been to other feudal towns, so naturally he doesn't know what the buildings of other feudal towns look like, but the houses of the Yongxing Army are magnificent enough.

In his previous life, Zhao Pu had only visited the Forbidden City, in addition to the magnificent atmosphere, more of them were tourists and travelers, and there was no atmosphere of the times at all.

However, this time, although the festival of the Yongxing Army is far less than that of the Forbidden City, it is enough to surprise Zhao Pu.

Carved beams and painted buildings, pavilions are stacked, Zhao Pu has seen the posture of the Wei family, although the Wei family's furnishings are more exquisite, but they are far less than the size of this realm.

Zhao Pu doesn't know how much it occupies, but after all, the water can be comparable to a creek, and the rockery can be comparable to a low peak.

The ancients all yearned for rights, and now why is it, Zhao Pu can be regarded as a glimpse of one or two.

Although the emperor is diligent, as long as he submits to the next emperor in advance, naturally there is no shortage of local feudal towns in this fertile land and silver.

Zhao Pu still has no opinion on this kind of living environment, but Zhao Pu is a little dissatisfied with the room brought by the passer-by.

"This is the place?" Zhao Pu asked viciously with a hint of doubt on his face.

The two little soldiers looked at Zhao Pu with disdain, "Otherwise, where do you want to go?" ”

"What? Want to run away again? ”

"Hmph, I'm not afraid to tell you, our boss only told us one sentence, we just need to watch you don't run around, as for the rest, we have the final say. As for your life......" The little soldier narrowed his eyes and had a chuckle on his face, "Your life, our leader said, naturally our leader has the final say, Xiaoxiang, save this place where you stay, even if our leader moves a finger, your little life will whine in an instant." “

"Won't I tell Master Ji?"

"Jokes, you have to see it, Lord Ji."

Zhao Pu was stunned, and the little soldier looked at Zhao Pu with a hippie smile. "There are a lot of visitors here, all of them are idlers, and we usually raise these people like pigs. As for the other ideas, there are not too many, I just think that these people are dispensable, and after a year or two, even if these names are mentioned in front of our Lord Ji, there is no chance to know. ”

Xiao Bing looked at Zhao Pu, as if he wanted to see a trace of panic on Zhao Pu's face, but Zhao Pu didn't, which made Xiao Bing a little disappointed.

Looking at the molting red walls of the surrounding courtyards, and the few old men sitting in the courtyard, Zhao Pu suddenly felt that this place was really not easy to manage.

Maybe it's really as he said, when he came in, it was Corporal Lixian, and when he ran aground in the future, a few years later, Lord Ji would still remember this little doorman from the Three Thousand Pavilion who only had a few faces with him?

Zhao Pu shook his head lightly and sighed for no reason.

This place may not be able to stay in the next place.

can't tolerate a literati like Zhao Pu.

The little soldier didn't bother to take care of Zhao Pu, and walked away slowly, the house was old, it looked like a rich family's firewood house, and it was not even as warm as the farmer's small family.

After simply taking care of the bed, Zhao Pu hurriedly stayed, only to find that he was not alone in this house.

"You're new here?"

Zhao Pu looked at a middle-aged man with messy long hair in front of him, a little confused.

This person is in rags, worse than the beggars outside the city wall, his fingers are black and long, he stretches out his hand and keeps scratching his back, and two lice pop out when he lands, although Zhao Pu has seen all kinds of Confucian scholars, but such a literati, it is really unseen and unheard of.

Unexpectedly, within this magnificent city wall, there would be such a thing, so Zhao Pu was also a little caught off guard.

Whether this place is the literati home of the Yongxing Army or a dilapidated nursing home, Zhao Pu has no idea for a while.

I had to withdraw, slowly close the door, and sit down on the stone steps of the courtyard.

An old man sat down in the distance opposite, raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Pu, "Offended people?" ”

"Hmm."

"Who have you offended?"

The man raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Pu, full of interest, although the clothes on his body were shabby, but the old man was also clean.

"The leader of the night march." (To be continued.) )