Zhang Liao landed, never looked at the corpse again, and walked slowly to the road. The soldiers who heard the sound from a distance had already surrounded the place, cautiously observing the surrounding people, for fear that another assassin would suddenly appear among them to assassinate Zhang Liao.

"Stand down. By the way, take the corpse away. Zhang Liao stopped and said loudly.

"Yes!" The soldiers stood up one after another, responding in unison. Then they began to move quickly, and the two soldiers walked forward, lifted the body, and began to leave in an orderly manner. Rather than worrying about the assassination of the general, they obeyed orders more, which is also the origin of military orders.

Zhang Liao continued to walk forward with his legs raised, not caring if any more assassins would come to assassinate him. The previous time was to assassinate Yun Ting, this is him, so next time, is it Ding Assassin History? Inhumans are so bold and reckless, even so mad, is there anything they don't dare to do? Zhang Liao didn't have an answer, probably no.

Just when there was an accident in the post house the night before, he had already arranged it for the first time, and the Taishou Mansion was now heavily guarded, and with all the pro-military camps stationed, the entire Taishou Mansion was already monolithic. Even now, Ding Jianshi is around him, and he will be personally guarded by a general in the state army every day, and the one who guards today is Song Xian. I believe that nothing will happen, because under such heavy guards, even if he wants to get in, it will take a lot of effort.

The rest are the major generals of the Bingzhou Army, Zhang Liao has no worries about this, not at all. They all came out of the battle formation, countless life and death choices, how could they be killed by a little assassin? It is him, who has experienced hundreds of battles so far, and he is standing here well, so there is no need to explain that the enemies who once stood in front of him are dead.

Just like this archer, he didn't believe it, but he died a real death.

"Coming back?" Yun Ting beckoned Zhang Liao, the table had been cleaned up, and a new wine glass was placed. He was pouring wine into two glasses, and when he filled them, Yun Ting lifted one of them, stood up, and drank it down.

Zhang Liao smiled, also raised the other cup, saluted Yun Ting, and drank it all. His face was like a crown of jade, and after drinking so much wine just now, after another battle, a chase, and there was not the slightest blush on his head.

"General Yun, please take a seat." Zhang Liao arched his hand.

"Wen Yuan also sits." Yun Ting also said, and then sat down.

It is not so troublesome to interact with the generals, and it is also about the sophistication of people, so everything is as simple as it gets. If you are in trouble, or if you speak too deeply and can't let go, it will make people mistakenly think that you are contrived, but Yun Ting will not make this kind of mistake.

The two sat down, and began to push the cup and change the lamp again, as if the life-and-death attack just now was just illusory. It is also true that there is wine today and drunk today, and many soldiers drink when they can, and enjoy themselves when they can, because they don't know whether they will be able to come back one by one when they go to the battlefield next time. It's useless to think too much, it's better to be drunk and dream of death, and life and death are all laughing and talking.

Even if they return from the battlefield this time, they will not care about life and death on the battlefield, will not think about it, and will not rejoice. The veterans all understand that not dying this time does not mean that they will come back alive next time, but fortunately they will let themselves die faster, and they will not recall, what to recall? Memories of fear? Fear of death is just fear, not fear, fear, once you are really afraid, then it is closer to death.

Yun Ting and Zhang Liao are also among the veterans of this kind, for people like them, they have just cut off the enemy's head in the front, and the next moment, they can drink and laugh. The real strong man is the mentality, and the reason why many recruits will die as soon as they go to the battlefield is also because the mentality is not good. Once they go through a battle, their mentality transforms, they grow and become real soldiers. If you have luck and strength, you can become a real soldier in a hundred battles if you survive one battle after another.

"Alcohol is not good." Yun Ting drank a glass of wine, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he shook his head and said.

"Oh?" Zhang Liao looked at Yun Ting in bewilderment, he brought Yun Ting to a relatively well-known wine shop in Jinyang City. If you want to say that the wine here is not good, then I am afraid that Jinyang City will not find a place with good wine.

After getting along with Yun Ting for a while, Zhang Liao also knows Yun Ting's personality, so he doesn't think that Yun Ting means something, he is just saying that wine is not good.

Zhang Liao was confused, smacked his mouth, and suddenly felt that the taste of wine in his mouth was light. Probably a delusion, he poured himself another glass, drank it all, and instead of swallowing it down his throat at once, he allowed it to ferment in his mouth. After a few seconds, Zhang Liao swallowed the wine into his throat, and the confusion on his face became deeper and deeper.

Exactly? This is good wine, Zhang Liao feels that he will not be unable to taste it, and the wine here will not be mixed with water.

"Haha." Yun Ting continued to shake his head, and he said slowly: "Wen Yuan has definitely never drunk real spirits, and when I go to Liangzhou, I will definitely make my own wine to send Wen Yuan a few bottles." ”

After a pause, he continued: "Maybe you don't have to wait for me to go to Liangzhou, Wenyuan can drink good wine." ”

While laughing, Yun Ting grabbed the small wine jar on the table with one hand, tilted his head, and his mouth had reached the edge of the altar, and the wine in it rolled down and poured into his mouth. Swallowing it in a big gulp, Yun Ting felt extremely hearty, even if his clothes were wet with the wine dripping from his chin.

"Okay." Yun Ting took away the wine jar, wiped his right hand to his mouth, and exclaimed loudly.

This time Zhang Liao's expression was even more exciting, he didn't know what to say, could it be that this was the rumored inconsistency.

Shaking his head slightly, Zhang Liao asked, "General Yun just said that wine is not good, and now he says a good word, why?" ”

Yun Ting put the wine jar back on the table, just half a jar of wine was poured into his body, even if the degree of these wines was not high, but the amount of deterioration had already made him slightly numb, and a faint flush of pale pink appeared on his face.

He stretched out his index finger and pointed at Zhang Liao.

"That's because of Wen Yuan."

"Good wine is drunk with bad people, and no matter how good the wine is, it will go bad."

"Drinking with the right person, even if it's just water, can make you feel happy."

Hearing this, Zhang Liao couldn't help but smile and agreed: "Who said it wasn't? ”

(End of chapter)