When Fang Bei said District 11, no one really understood.

"District Eleven?" Xue Ling asked suspiciously, "Is there a place?" ”

Sheng Junqian shook his head: "I haven't heard of it." ”

"Have any of you heard of it?" Sheng Junqian looked at the others.

Huo Ying shook her head, but smiled sideways: "In which direction?" ”

"East." Fang Bei said calmly: "That is, Yingzhou." ”

Guyun has three immortal mountains overseas.

Said abbot, said Penglai, said Yingzhou.

Speaking of Yingzhou, many people present know about it.

"Seafarers talk about Yingzhou, and it is difficult to find a letter in the smoke waves." Huo Ying opened his mouth to read out this poem.

"The more people talk about the sky, the clouds may be visible." Xue Ling sighed and continued.

This is Li Bai's poem, for these two former ladies, it really belongs to the category of Zhangkou.

Although there is a custom of not deciding to choose Li Bai in case of trouble, this poem is really Li Bai's.

"Dongying?" Sheng Junqian also reacted: "But I heard that Dongying has not been very peaceful recently. ”

"The southeast side has been making trouble for a long time."

"yes, that's why I want to go and see it." Fang Bei smiled and said: "But it may not be going soon, just like the Western Regions, the west of the Western Regions, Yingzhou may have to wait until a long time later, and then float on the sea to find out." ”

According to the original world history projection, the current Dongying, or the 11th District, is in the Warring States Period, and if you can go to Dongying now, it will indeed be an interesting life experience.

And then again, the reason why the southeast Japanese were prevalent in this era was also related to the large-scale war in Dongying.

Just like the production of mercenaries in war-torn areas in later generations, human life in troubled times is not valuable, so a large number of people are willing to pin their heads to their belts and lick their lives on the edge of knives.

"I feel good." Huo Ying said with a smile.

"If I can, I would also like to go to Yingzhou to have a look."

"So, where does Sister Ping want to go?" Huo Ying moved his gaze to He Ping, who had been quietly watching.

"Me?" Sister Ping didn't expect the problem to be thrown to her side.

After all, except for Huo Ying, no one will take the initiative to ask Sister Ping where she wants to go.

It was realized next to the entire table, and only He Ping and Huo Ying were left without saying where they wanted to go.

Others, Heiwu and Ningxia, two people born and raised in the Western Regions, really wanted to see the prosperity and water towns in the south of the Yangtze River.

Shang Jiuge and Dragon Boat Festival are eager to see the sea.

Sheng Junqian traveled all over the country, so he wanted to go to the Western Regions to see the desert scenery over there.

Xue Ling longed for the world outside the Western Regions.

The general's Fang Bei actually didn't think about where he was going for a while, so when he talked about it, he really wanted to go to the eleventh district for a while.

The 11th district in this era should be interesting, right?

Maybe you can see those heroes of the Warring States Period in the 11th District?

What is the style of the legendary village chief's group frame, I really want to see it.

Still, it's just a matter of thinking.

Now there are still many things to do in Central Plains Shenzhou, and there is no need to go overseas.

"I want to spend more time with my children while I can still walk." He Ping thought for a moment, and finally replied.

Then she looked at Huo Ying: "What about Firefly?" ”

"Where do you want to go?"

"Sister Ping, this is a foul." Huo Ying sighed and said.

Because it's really foul.

Everyone else is talking about where they want to go.

Only He Ping said that Fang Don't go anywhere, she wants to go wherever she wants.

That's really a foul.

If it weren't for Sister Ping's non-participation in the party struggle, otherwise, everyone here would be knocked out of the game.

He Ping shook his head lightly: "I've been to too many places, and I probably can't think of any places to go." ”

"Besides, I'm not young now, I don't know when I can't walk, and I don't know where I'm going too far."

"As long as I'm with my son, I'm very happy."

Huo Ying listened to He Ping's words, and fell silent for a while.

In fact, He Ping's feelings, only Huo Ying could understand them.

Because for He Ping - probably, where is Fang Bei.

Home is there.

In fact, for He Ping, there was no concept of home, or rather, the hive was her home, the place where she was born and raised, but this home did not have much warmth at all, but it was a game of endless killing and competition, and only the best could survive.

And when he met Fang Bei, he was given another choice.

It's like the seven-year-old boy she stubbornly ignored everyone's dissuasion and stayed behind.

She tried her best to raise Fang Bei as her younger brother, and in the end, He Ping, who never had a family, regarded Fang Bei as her own family, and this time it was ten years.

If there is no other way now, where can He Ping go?

Of course, it's still the same sentence, the world is big, He Ping can get it.

But the world is big, where He Ping is willing to go.

Maybe it's Fang Bei's side.

Now, although Fang Bei always doesn't let He Ping make a move, He Ping understands that in fact, he can indeed be the last insurance for Fang Bei, watching this younger brother wander outside casually, as long as he is here, no demons and monsters dare to make trouble.

Wait until when you are old.

It's probably time to leave Fangfarewell.

And Huo Ying is the same.

The world is big.

There is no Huo Ying's home.

"I want to go to Yanjing." Huo Ying said suddenly.

Shang Jiu Ge looked at Huo Ying.

Huo Ying's expression remained unchanged.

Keep repeating it.

"I want to go to Yanjing."

Fang Bei sighed: "Got it." ”

"So, let's get ready to pack."

"Let's go one by one."

"But before I do that, I have a little little thing to do."

……

……

Late at night, the Los Angeles Mansion.

The cicadas chirp and the frogs chirp in the pool in the palace.

Lu Yuan was lying on the bed, unable to sleep.

Of course—Lu Yuan's current room is no longer the room he used to be.

The previous room had been smashed by Lu Yuan and couldn't be occupied.

Even after that, Zhao Jing gave Lu Yuan an idea.

But whether this idea is useful or not, Lu Yuan has no bottom in his heart.

Including Lu Yuan and Lu Yuan.

Lord Lu usually pretends to be good, but it is not enough to pretend to be mediocre, after all, that saint does not only look at loyalty.

At the very least, competence is important rather than faithfulness.

Lu Yuan was able to rise all the way to the position of Jinyi Wei's envoy, that is, he was also capable enough, and he was also able to hide his ability very well, after all, in addition to being capable, Lord Lu was also a two-faced person who was strict and unkind to his superiors and subordinates.

Therefore, everyone is very accustomed to understanding his promotion as being able to tie up with his superiors and squeeze his subordinates to death.

But then again, isn't that what the left and right are all about?

And at this time, at Lu Yuan's window lattice, there was a rhythmic percussion sound.

The young man's voice sounded slowly: "Lord Lu." ”

"Can't sleep?"