Xiao Lang is not a person who is good at disguising himself through his expression, but he can be indifferent to everything, and not let the other party see the answer they want from his face.

Just now, he just made a small pouting action, which made Che Ma Xiang see that he didn't like to drink this kind of tea made very primitive and rough, and then Xiao Lang would naturally pay attention to it.

Of course, Xiao Lang didn't dislike the rough preparation of this kind of tea, but he didn't like to drink tea very much, relatively speaking, he preferred to drink.

"It's not even you who can decide the outcome of this battle, but the two of us have been summoned." Xiao Lang picked up the tea and drank it all.

Xiao Lang never likes to play any sharp edges, especially in the face of chariots and horses, and there is no need to play sharp edges.

As for hiding clumsy, Xiao Lang didn't have that idea, especially in his eyes, all these arrangements of the Snow Shadow Palace were not hidden at all, and with a little brain, he would understand who was the commander behind this battle.

It's just that many players are not very good at that kind of "use their brains a little", and more players are not in that position. And Che Ma Xiang, after hearing Xiao Lang say this, obviously trembled slightly at his fingers twice, but he was quickly covered up by himself.

"Brother Xiao, you are too modest," Che Ma Xiang replied, deliberately ignoring the second half of Xiao Lang's sentence, "If it weren't for the fact that you resisted the three hundred flying horses of Xuchang with the strength of one person, and used your magical powers to help us stabilize our position, and buy time for the partial division of my Snow Shadow Palace, this battle would definitely not have been won so smoothly." ”

"Really?" Xiao Lang asked lightly.

Che Ma Xiang looked at Xiao Lang's playful eyes, knowing that he already knew seven or eight points in his heart, and he was not ready to hide it at the moment, because Che Ma Xiang understood that for people like Xiao Lang, the effect of going straight is always much better than beating around the bush.

"Hehe, I really can't hide it from you." Che Ma Xiang also smiled: "It depends on how you understand, if it weren't for you, the palace master might have given up this battle." ”

"If it weren't for the support of your air cavalry brought by Wind Illusion, I wouldn't be able to last long alone, speaking of which, the Xuchang players on the other side are still afraid of the strength of your Snow Shadow Palace, or I'm alone, they will definitely have someone flying into the sky to find me desperately." Xiao Lang said.

Che Ma Xiang just wanted to say something more, but the young man who poured tea for Xiao Lang walked out of the inner room and said to Che Ma Xiang: "Sir, please go over first, there is something to discuss." ”

Then he said to Xiao Lang: "Please wait for a while." ”

When the chariot and horse heard this, they stood up and walked to the inner room, he and Xiao Lang were both players, and they were not very familiar with each other, so there was not as much etiquette as the ancients, just nodded to Xiao Lang, and followed the young man into the inner room.

After the young man led the carriage and horse into the inner room, he again carried a bowl of water and wine and placed it beside Xiao Lang.

From a cup to a bowl, from tea to wine, it seems unreasonable, but I saw Xiao Lang smile slightly, just like drinking tea, pick up the bowl and drink it all.

The ancients made wine and didn't know how to distill, so naturally they couldn't talk about how high the degree was, but this bowl of water and wine went down, Xiao Lang still sighed, good wine!

As for how to make a good method, Xiao Lang can't describe it, maybe the word "good" was not originally used by him to describe wine.

Just a quarter of an hour later, during which Xiao Lang drank three bowls of liquor, he saw a serious Che Ma Xiang walking out of the room, smelling a smell of wine in the hall, looking at Xiao Lang's slightly ruddy face, and joking at Xiao Lang: "It feels like going back to the student days, there are teachers holding their own transcripts, and we students with bad grades are all trembling at this time." ”

Xiao Lang also smiled heartily: "Then isn't this Zhuangxing wine?" Wine is intimidating, that's right, now I'm not afraid, and if there's a tiger in front of me, I'll treat him like a cat. ”

Che Ma Xiang didn't expect Xiao Lang to answer like this, and just as he wanted to say something, he saw that the young man also called Xiao Lang in, so he stopped talking, but walked straight out of Jiafu, and at the same time went to an inn in Wancheng.

Xiao Lang followed the young man and walked a distance that was not too far, but only passed through a corridor and came to where Jia Xu was.

The young man closed the door from the outside, and in this room, which was only about twenty square meters at most, Xiao Lang and an old man who was nearly fifty years old were left.

It should be a study, surrounded by bookshelves more than one person high, and the bookshelves are also full of bamboo slips, as well as a small number of paper books, which represents the erudition of the owner of the room, and can also represent his status.

Because, in this era when knowledge was monopolized by the world, Bai Ding categorically could not have such a large collection of books.

Although it is said that the amount of words in the five cars and five cars of bamboo slips is only the length of a novella, considering that in this era where there is no water injection and ten thousand words, even if those books are removed, these bamboo slips alone can still represent a very terrifying reading volume.

Although the sky was dark, the lights in the room still clearly illuminated the appearance of the fifty-year-old man, or rather, Jia Xu.

The black and white mixed hair, combed into a neat bun, the corners of the eyes are wrinkled, but it does not cover the pair of elite eyes, the jaw is slightly pointed, only from the physiognomy, Jia Xu seems to be an ordinary old man, without the blessing of both ears and shoulders, and there is no disappearance of eyes and heavy pupils, but that kind of spirit is not at all what an ordinary old man can have.

Thin, Jia Xu at this time did not pretend to read, but took out a scoop of sake from the wine bottle under the table and poured two glasses on the table.

After stretching out his hand to signal, he drank a full glass of himself, although Xiao Lang likes wine, he is not a drinker, not to mention that the wine of the Han Dynasty really has no taste, but since the master has done it first, Xiao Lang has no reason not to give face.

After drinking a cup, Xiao Lang followed Jia Xu's example, knelt down at the table, and said first: "Under Xiao Lang, Mr. can call the kid's real name." ”

"A single name Lang word, but Ling Zun wants you to be the middle Lang general?" Jia Xu put down the cup and asked.

"Could it be that the person surnamed Cao was born to be the minister of the official Cao?" Xiao Lang reached out and took the scoop, and replied while pouring the wine.

"What a sharp-toothed boy," Jia Xu looked at Xiao Lang with the demeanor of an elder looking at a junior: "I'm very curious about who you strangers learn from, and can teach you to be so eloquent." ”

It seems that Jia Xu also understands that Yiren is different from himself, and he didn't mean to delve into this question, just as the end of the chat, and then said to Xiang Xiao Lang: "This time in the Tuao Valley, you have made a great contribution to the battle with Cao Cao, and you need to be rewarded as usual." ”