Counting the more than 1,000 Changxingfang brothers, there are now more than 6,000 prisoners of war of the Anxi Army gathered in the small city of Samo.

Seeing the miserable situation of those robes of Changxingfang being abused by the Bo Xilin cavalry, Ma Lan desperately wanted to endure it, but he knew that he could no longer endure it.

Crossing here, I originally thought that the original owner of this body, the Guanzhong man who should have become famous in the world in a few years, had gone away, but at this time, Ma Lan realized that he was not far away at all!

The current Ma Lan wants to calm down, but the former ranger in Chang'an City can't bear it at all!

Who is the owner of this body, and who can say clearly?

The Posilin cavalry disappeared at the end of the long street with the prisoners of war, and under the leadership of Kang Lin'er, everyone quickly returned to the Kang family's paper workshop.

The time for curfew has arrived, and tonight's sassy construction is destined to be uncalm. The killing of more than a dozen elite Posilin cavalry is definitely not a trivial matter, and I don't know how many people will be involved in the turmoil because of this incident.

But these things have nothing to do with Ma Luan. His eyes flashed with the robes that had been struggling under the leather whip of the Posilin cavalry, and he could not get rid of it.

……

The candlelight fills the house, and the beauty is like jade.

Kang Lin'er looked at the hideous whip mark on Ma Lan's face, her clear and clean eyes were full of distress, her soft little hand gently stroked Ma Lan's face, and said softly: "General Ma Lan, does it hurt?" ”

"It's just a flesh wound, it's fine." Ma Lan smiled, and suddenly opened his arms and forcefully took the little Sogdian beauty into his arms.

"General Ma Luan, you—" The little beauty snorted, a layer of crimson on her porcelain-like face.

Ma Lan didn't speak, and her big hand had already reached under the little beauty's clothes. The tentacles are rich and soft, and the elasticity is amazing.

The little girl screamed, her delicate body instantly softened, her clean eyes looked at Ma Lu, and her teeth bit her red lips tightly, looking extremely nervous.

"General Ma Xuan, don't ......"

The little girl's voice begging for mercy did not make Ma Lu stop moving, but made his long-suppressed desire rise instantly, and his movements became more rough. At this moment, his heart is extremely turbulent, and perhaps only this method can calm his mood.

Past and present lives, all kinds of past. The rangers of Chang'an City, the jumping vanguard of the Anxi Army......

Which is false and which is true, who can tell.

At this moment, the only real thing is the tight and powerful delicate body of the Sogdian girl under her.

……

A night of joy, the night is deep.

Ma Lan looked at the Sogdian girl sleeping quietly beside her, sighed softly, and squinted at the horizontal knife in her hand.

This horizontal knife was used by the young man Ma Lan in Guanzhong when he was a ranger in Chang'an, and it was cast by a famous teacher, and it was once dyed with a lot of blood. Since the end of the Kaiyuan Dynasty to join the army in Anxi, he has followed several governors to protect the south and the north, and he has killed many people who are not subservient.

Little Bolu people, Tubo people, Tuqi Shi people, Tuyuhun people...... I don't know how much heroic blood this horizontal knife has ever been stained with, and it is still unmatchedly sharp.

Looking at the well-behaved interracial woman like a kitten in the brocade quilt, a trace of warmth appeared in Ma Lan's eyes.

The snow-like Chengxintang paper was spread on the desk, and Ma Lan lifted the lake pen, and lines of large characters jumped on the paper.

After writing, the ink was blown dry and gently placed on Kang Lin'er's pillow.

This is the recipe for the papermaking technique that Kang Million dreamed of, which was originally used to exchange for more robes and free bodies, but at this moment, Ma Lan did not give up in the slightest.

The miserable appearance of more than a thousand Changxingfang soldiers had made him unbearable anymore, or rather, the original owner of this body could not bear it. Ma Lan understands that it is inevitable to launch in advance!

After all, he is not a merciful person, and the formula of this Chengxintang paper is the only thing he can leave to Kang Lin'er before leaving.

……

In the morning light, Ma Lan slowly woke up, and the recipe on the table was gone. And the incomparably beautiful figure next to the pillow has also disappeared.

Recalling last night's madness, Ma Lan smiled bitterly. Kang Lin'er seems to be weak, but her physique is really good, if it weren't for this, she wouldn't be able to bear his crazy venting.

At that time, his heart was extremely troubled, and he had no thoughts of pity at all. Thinking of the pitiful appearance of the little Sogdian beauty who gritted her teeth and endured it, he also felt a trace of shame in his heart.

There was still the body fragrance of the Yiren in the air, and Ma Lu's mood was slightly melancholy for a while.

As soon as he opened the door, a fat face appeared in front of Ma Lan, which frightened Ma Lan.

"Lao Kang, what are you doing?"

"Son-in-law, are you awake?"

As soon as Kang Wanwan spoke, Ma Lan couldn't help but blush. Looks like the old guy knows everything.

"Oh, young man! What's so embarrassing about that. The purple-haired fat man's Zhongyuan official said that he was a thief, and laughed, "Virtuous son-in-law, you and Lin'er have become husband and wife, we will all be a family in the future, we must be closer and closer, haha!" ”

"Lao Kang, haven't you already got what you want? As you know, I'm going back to Anxi. Ma Lan said with a stiff face.

Looking at the appearance of the old goods, he naturally got the formula from Kang Lin'er. Otherwise, if you lose your daughter but don't get the formula, the old guy will definitely not have this expression.

The purple-haired fat man smiled and said: "If you want to go back to Anxi, I naturally know, although Kangju is good, it is always not as good as Datang, if you want to go back, Lin'er and I will definitely not keep you." The Tang Dynasty is the kingdom of the Heavenly Empire, you are the general of the Anxi Army, and you may become the protector of the capital in the future, why would we keep you here and cut off your future? ”

"Lao Kang, you have something to say." Ma Lan waved his hand.

Although he had a spring breeze with Kang Lin'er, Ma Lan didn't think that he had become Kang Million's son-in-law, and he didn't want to give this money-greedy Sogdian a good look. This Sogdian has nothing to do and will never come to him.

Kang Million smiled, not angry, and said: "Lin'er is a Hu girl, I know the rules of your Tang people, and I don't expect you to treat her as a wife." But as the saying goes, there are three holes of cunning rabbits, since Lin'er has already followed you, you have a home in Kangju, don't you? What's so bad about having an extra home. Virtuous son-in-law, Lin'er and I have already discussed, no matter how big the scale of the workshop is in the future, you and Lin'er will always account for forty percent of the income of our workshop! ”

"Why?" Ma Ling was surprised and frowned.

The papermaking workshop is a cash cow for Kang Million, and the expansion of the workshop can be said to be an exaggeration to make money every day.

This guy had already gotten the formula, and Ma couldn't figure out what reason he had to do it.

The Sogdians, though greedy, were very contractual. Once such words are spoken, they will never go back. Kang Fatzi is willing to pay such a price, and it is absolutely unbelievable to say that there is no attempt.

Kang Million smiled, took out a contract full of Central Plains characters and handed it to Ma Lan: "Virtuous son-in-law, take a look, the old man has already written very clearly." When you return to Anxi, I will send someone to pay you the proceeds of the workshop once a year. Virtuous son-in-law, if you want to make a difference in Datang, you can't do it without the support of money. ”

Ma Lu took the contract, looked at it carefully, and didn't find anything special, it was indeed the rights and interests of the paper workshop that gave him forty percent.

"Son-in-law, sign your name, and this contract will take effect." Kang Million laughed.

"Why?" Ma Lan was still suspicious.

He always felt that there was something wrong with nothing to do.

"Hehe, what's this...... You must ask if you are willing, virtuous son-in-law, the story of strange goods, you must have heard it. The purple-haired fat man laughed.

"Strange goods can live ......"

Ma Lan glanced at Fat Kang deeply: "You think too highly of me, and you also think of yourself." I'm just an Anxi soldier, not Qin Yiren, your name is Kang Million, but you can't become Lu Buwei. ”

Fat Kang smiled and said: "Old man, I'm just gambling, and if I can't make it, it's nothing, what if it happens?" Son-in-law, you have figured out for yourself whether you want to sign this contract or not. ”

"Sign, why not?" Ma Lan snatched the lake pen from the fat man's hand and wrote his name directly.

It doesn't matter what kind of fame this purple-haired fat man makes, why don't you want the money you give away for nothing.

When the fat man saw Ma Lan signing, he smiled with relief and said, "Virtuous son-in-law, from now on, this is our family's unique business." The old man is also well-informed, and he is confident that he will be able to sell this paper to Chang'an in the future. Just remember that the recipe must be kept in the palm of your mouth and not told to anyone. ”

"It's nature." Ma Lan nodded.

The golden and silver dinars are all good things, who will have trouble with their own business.

What strange goods can live in is complete, and the fundamental purpose of Kang Fatzi is to monopolize the formula of this Chengxintang paper.

Ma Lan found it quite pleasant to deal with the Sogdians, and if Kang Fatzi was a Persian or a cannibal, he would definitely choose to use force to coerce, and after getting the formula, he would definitely kill people.

Kang Fatzi did this, and in order to get the formula, he would rather lose his daughter, and only the Sogdians would do this. However, the Sogdians were able to occupy the middle of the Silk Road for thousands of years, which is not a kind of survival wisdom.

……

Kang Fatzi was extremely happy to get Ma Lan's promise, put away the contract very preciously, and took out a thick stack of contracts to stuff it to Ma Lan, and left happily.

These contracts were the slave contracts of the other fifty Ancy men in the paper workshop. After getting these things, these Anxi men are no longer slaves in Samojian. Although this no longer has much meaning, it also represents the attitude of Kang Fatzi.

After Kang Fatzi left, Kang Lin'er appeared in front of Ma Lan's eyes again, her little face was full of shy smiles, and her clear and clean eyes were full of brilliance.

"Ma Luan, this is also your home, you have a wife here, you have to remember."

It is still a Chang'an country accent, crisp and soft.

Ma Lan nodded, but didn't know what to say.

The little girl has finished dressing up, and she looks brighter and brighter in the morning light.

Looking at this beautiful interracial woman, Ma Lu's heart was reluctant.

……

It seems that Kang Million is completely ready to stand on Ma Lan's side. Because Kang Lin'er brought more than 100 healthy horses, as well as a large number of Anxi military standard weapons.

She also brought the news that she and her father would be temporarily traveling to Mulu to leave the mansion to Ma Lu and them.

Kang Lin'er did not keep her promise, but let Kang Million know about Ma Lan's plan. And now all this is obviously the choice made by Kang Million.

Between Black-clothed Dashi and Datang, Kang Million chose Datang.

Kang million fled to Mulu, obviously not preparing to suffer from the pond fish. Mulu, as the capital of the Great Food Country Khorasan Province, is quite far away from Sa Mojian, and no matter what happens to Sa Mojian, it will be difficult to trace his head.