Chapter Seventy-Five: Speak Well

Hong Ze sat quietly on the big tree in the backyard of the Guogong Mansion.

Through the dense foliage of the treetops, looking into the water chestnut window, the county lord of Danyang, Sven was handsome but not slow to eat at all.

Gollum –

After another guthorn in his stomach, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and laugh at himself in his heart.

As a dignified four-rank general, he commanded the left guard in front of the emperor and assisted in the military general of the palace gate guard. Today, he didn't just sneak over the wall and sneak into other people's backyards like Xiaoxiao. Now I'm still hungry, condescendingly snooping on other people's relatives......

Really, after a few days of bad luck, finally he himself began to fall willingly? It was so easy to be persuaded by a little girl.

Woo, speaking of which, this seems like the second time?

But the corners of his mouth just curled up helplessly, and the whole person tensed up for a moment.

In the next moment, while he jumped silently on the spot, he turned around and neatly pulled out the dagger in his boots, and his movements flowed smoothly, only bringing a gust of fresh air.

And the moment it gently fell back on the branch, the knife light in Hong Ze's hand had swung to the other side behind the trunk.

"Who's coming? Come out! ”

Because the other party came quietly, and there was no hostile murderous aura, it was obviously not a guard of the Guogong Mansion.

While Hong Ze was on guard, he left room for his actions, and at the same time, he didn't want to expose his whereabouts, so as not to be caught by the people from the Guogong Mansion below.

As a last resort, although his old face is not brilliant, he still wants it.

Fortunately, the other party also cooperated, and the resistance and ingenious dismantling methods used at the beginning of the fight did not make much movement. And when Hong Ze shouted in a low voice, he was relieved again.

Tsk, this trick seems to be a little familiar.

As soon as Hong Ze thought of it, he listened to the trunk of the tree, and a greeting came slowly.

"Lao Hong, it's me."

At the last two words of laughter, the man behind the trunk also took a step forward, apparently leaning over.

And this kind of frivolity seems to be full of sincere tone, as far as Hong Ze knows, there is only one in the capital, there is no semicolon!

Sure enough, the person who turned around the next moment was Han Qinglan.

At the beginning of Hong Ze's fight, although he felt familiar and vaguely guessed that it was his friend. But the two haven't talked to each other for too long, and they are really a little unsure.

And after confirming it at this moment, when Hong Ze snorted, his hand flipped down, not retreating but advancing. Without hesitation, he sent it over in the blink of an eye.

"Huh?!"

Han Qinglan was caught off guard. But the stunned expression on his face had not subsided, and the light figure of dodging and the posture of his subordinates when they saw the move were not chaotic at all.

"Hey, hey, Lao Hong, are you drunk? Or are you dizzy from hunger? Tsk, I don't even recognize it, it seems to be more serious than the last time I was drunk. ”

While teasing the other party, Han Qinglan casually tore off a piece of bark.

The moment they fought again, he shook his hand and immediately took it out of his hand and catapulted it to the dense foliage in the middle of another tree a few dozen paces away.

! ——

It was like the sound of a blunt object hitting an iron pillar, and like the distant sound of the evening drum and morning bell in the temple, rippling through this woodland.

Although the backyard of Songhetang is simply arranged, it looks like a forest, two or three bushes, and a few deer, cranes, birds and other things are scattered among them.

But in fact, everywhere is low-key, but it is all luxury.

Not to mention those flying creatures, all of them are rare birds, and even among the herds of deer that occasionally shuttle through the forest, there are two or three varieties, of different heights.

And the most ordinary trees in other places, in the backyard of Songhetang, are also ebony trees from at least a few decades old, as well as two iron trees that are rare in the world.

Among them, ebony is difficult to find, and seedlings less than ten years old are extremely difficult to survive. There is a joke in the market that "a family with half a square of ebony is better than a box of treasure", which shows its preciousness and rarity, and it is rumored to be more useful for town houses.

And ironwood is even more legendary to the world. Just because this thing grows up, it is a rare talent for building houses. And the inner pillars of the palace are indispensable for this.

But at this time, what Han Qinglan and Hong Ze stepped on was one of the two ironwoods. The other one was just hit by Han Qinglan's "dart".

The quiet environment, the ancient trees are towering, and such an abrupt and wonderful sound suddenly startled this wild bird that was resting in the forest.

In the blink of an eye, the sound of chirping and flapping wings was endless, and the tricks of the two stopped at the same moment.

In the corridor, the two servants who had just stared at the windless wind in the canopy immediately dispelled their doubts and fears after this sound. Laughing, he continued into the distance.

“…… Really, what. I was shocked, I thought it was haunted by the blue sky and daylight. ”

"Not really. Why don't you give that stupid deer a different place. ”

At first, Hong Ze also stopped because of that wonderful sound.

But when he followed the prestige with curiosity, he noticed his feet in a moment because of his condescending and wide vision. The elk grinding the tree with its antlers, and the two little guys who walked away from the stunned to the smiling and chatting as they walked away.

After thinking about it for a while, he had a stalk in his heart, and he also stopped planning to continue to find Han Qinglan to be angry. Anyway, most of his anger was dispersed at this moment.

After that, Hong Ze simply sat on the ground and leaned back against the tree. He continued to gaze at the Lord of Danyang from the window lattice, completely ignoring the person who was just a stone's throw away from him.

Han Qinglan touched her nose and smiled bitterly.

had to be very honest, walked to Hong Ze's side, sat cross-legged beside each other, and looked quietly into the window together.

After a while, it was Hong Ze who couldn't stand this strange situation, and suppressed his throat in a rough voice, and said critically:

"Sit away! The two old men are sitting so close, and it's noon, aren't you too hot? ”

Han Qinglan was secretly happy when she heard this, but she only made a grudge on her face.

Blinking a pair of big watery eyes, he looked sideways at Hong Ze deeply, and also whispered, in a weak tone:

"But I just escaped death, and I am tired. If you sit far away and accidentally fall asleep, you ...... save you."

Before Han Qinglan finished speaking, Hong Ze couldn't stand it and smashed his fist solidly.

"Are you tired? If you can't talk well, you can go back where you came from! ”

Han Qinglan grinned and rubbed the shoulder that was hit, and after laughing silently, she shook her head and said:

"Hey, you're really good at it. Poor brother, I'm going to have a good time for you today. Hey, I only got a fist. ”

Speaking of this, Hong Ze's anger just went down again, turned his head and glared at Han Qinglan fiercely, grinding his teeth and saying:

"You kid dare to say that?! I ask you, is there something that has come today according to the plan you told me? Especially, how dare you, how dare you ......"

After Han Qinglan heard this, she immediately raised her hands and pressed down gently, and said with a smile:

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, brother, didn't I get punched and make amends. Forgive me, forgive me. ”

When it came to the end, he didn't forget to arch his hand, and his attitude was even more rare.