A courtier is definitely not so easy to be;

Let the superior think that you have the ability to find you interesting at the same time, this difficulty is really not low.

To put it simply, you have to grasp this degree of seriousness and liveliness, but this is the most difficult to grasp, every time, it is equivalent to dancing on the tip of a knife.

Zheng Fan doesn't really like this feeling of "performing" himself in front of big people, but sometimes people are under the roof, you don't bow your head, and you can't even hide from the rain.

So, I can only hope that I can build a house of my own.

Halfway through the procession, Zheng Fan had to be ordered to return to Cuiliu Castle.

Jingnanhou didn't give a reward, nor did he give other explanations, but sometimes, not punishing you and letting you go home like a nobody, is already an expression of attitude.

As a soldier, without a military order, he makes the decision to cross the border to do things in a foreign country, and when he comes back, he still has nothing to do, isn't this encouragement?

The most important thing is that Zheng Fan feels that he has deepened the impression in the heart of Jingnan Hou, and sometimes, no gold, silver, jewelry, or goods are worth a "Jane in the emperor's heart".

Zheng Fan has no intention of earning money to retire, to a certain extent, he is similar to an entrepreneur who is working hard in this world.

In the afterlife, you let an entrepreneur choose one of the two options.

"One Million Principal" and "Meet Jack Ma",

Which one will he choose?

When Castle Willow appeared in everyone's sight, it was already afternoon.

The walls of Cuiliu Fort have been erected, and although it still needs a lot of work days to further improve and enrich, it finally belongs to the inner taste of the fortress.

Zheng Fan took a deep breath, and after going outside for a few days, he was actually very homesick in his heart.

Blind North and the others were already waiting on the road outside, and everyone's faces were filled with enthusiastic smiles, as if relatives from their hometown were greeting the returning wanderer.

Zheng Fan was taken by Siniang to bathe and change clothes first, and the wound also needed further treatment.

After Zheng Fan left,

The blind Zibei, Ah Ming, Xue San and Fan Li, their faces immediately became gloomy.

Liang Cheng tied his horse,

seems to have been mentally prepared,

Stand still,

Seems to be waiting...... Face the wind!

Xue San narrowed his eyes and said:

"Have fun?"

Liang Cheng replied very realistically:

"It's fun."

"Oh, it's fun."

Xue San jumped up and patted Liang Cheng on the shoulder,

"If you're cool, forget about your brothers, right?"

Liang Cheng still replied calmly:

"It's the Lord's decision."

Liang Cheng really didn't tell a lie, this was indeed Zheng Fan's own decision, Liang Cheng always thought that he was just accompanying the lord to the academy to arrest people that day, but the lord directly decided to go to Qianguo after the academy was over, he didn't know in advance, of course, he also wanted to go shopping at that time.

At this time, Fan Li next to him pretended to be serious, pretending to be a teacher teaching students who made mistakes and said:

"The Lord is not sensible, are you not sensible?"

"............" Xue San.

"............" Liang Cheng.

The audience suddenly fell silent.

"Ali, are you full for lunch?" Blind North asked.

"Eat to your heart's content, the steamed buns at noon are delicious."

"Oh, if you're full, go over there and move bricks, and build the fort as soon as possible, so that we can live in it sooner."

"Okay, let's go."

Fan Li turned around and went to move the bricks.

The rest of the people, Blind, Xue San, Ah Ming, and Liang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time.

"Ah Cheng, do you know what we are most dissatisfied with about this matter?" The blind man said to Liang Cheng from the north.

"I shouldn't have taken you with me."

"It's okay, but that's not the point, in fact, each of us, living in this world, no one can guarantee that we won't encounter danger, and we are not afraid of danger.

But the safety of the Lord is very important, we don't want to keep the Lord in the nest, the Lord actually still needs to go through the wind and rain, otherwise we can't be normal, the Lord can't be normal, we can't grow.

It's just that we have a premise, because once something really happens to the Lord, it is very likely that the seven of us will also ......."

Speaking of this, the blind man paused and continued:

Therefore, one thing we have to do is that if the Lord is really in danger, it is okay for the Lord to die again before we die, so that even if we die, we will die willingly, at least, there will be no regrets.

Now it's better that you and the Lord have gone out on a wave, risking your life to fight, leaving the five of us here, what can we do if we stay here?

Waiting for a violent death? ”

Liang Cheng shook his head and said, "I was wrong. ”

The blind man stretched out his hand, patted Liang Cheng's shoulder, and said:

"Do you know what I'm afraid of in the end?"

"You're a little special, I can't guess."

"What I'm afraid of is that, in fact, we have the courage to face death, a cup of tea, a handful of erhu, and a stick of incense, just like this, and just go to death, the artistic conception is not bad, and it is not unacceptable.

But two days ago, when you went to wave, if something really happened and I was implicated, it would be difficult for me to accept it.

Because before death,

I'm actually drawing construction drawings and working as a contractor. ”

Liang Cheng understood and nodded.

Death is acceptable, but if you don't have a sense of ritual in death, you can't forgive.

The blind man seems to have vented his emotions well,

He took out another orange from his pocket, peeled it and said:

"Now, tell us about you and the Lord these days."

Saying,

The blind man sent a petal of orange flesh to Liang Cheng's mouth,

Liang Cheng hesitated,

Finally, I opened my mouth.

"Isn't it sweet?" Blind North asked.

Liang Cheng shook his head,

"It's a little sour."

The blind man threw the orange in his hand directly to the ground,

Road:

"I guessed that the oranges here are not as sweet as the oranges in Beifeng County."

"............" Liang Cheng.

……

"Lord, how did you get the wound on your back, tsk, it's too miserable."

Siniang asked with some distress while helping Zheng Fan treat the wound and apply medicine.

Zheng Fan was really embarrassed to say that he was stabbed by Liang Cheng,

I can only say:

"On the battlefield, there are no eyes for knives and guns."

"This is really distressing, lord, you must not leave the slave family next time, that stinky zombie, how do you know how to serve people."

"Well, I was wrong."

Admit mistakes to your own women and don't lose your manhood.

"By the way, my lord, didn't you bring back the daughter of the festival envoy?"

"I was taken away by the cuckoo sent by the secret spy department."

"That's a shame."

"What a pity?"

"Originally, it was possible to make a pair."

"Liang Cheng doesn't seem to be very interested in her." Speaking of this, Zheng Fan frowned slightly and thought, "He seems to be the same as Ah Ming, the two of them are not interested in women. ”

"Oh, didn't the slave family say that the daughter and Liang Cheng, when she and Fangcao, they are a perfect match."

"Yerba grass?"

"That's right, one was killed by Ah Ming and brought back, the daughter of the festival envoy was killed by Ah Cheng's mother, if it is brought back, these two girls are not a perfect match."

"Hehehe............"

Although Zheng Fan felt that he shouldn't laugh at this time, he still couldn't help it.

"But it seems to be true, it seems that when men are older, they have little interest in men and women."

"I've heard of a lot of old men in their seventies and eighties, and they're not old."

"That's different, can the old man compare with those two dead people? One is an ageless vampire, the other is a cold zombie, and the two of them are not as old as dozens of old men combined. ”

"Yes."

"Speaking of herbs, they estimate that in a while, they should also go to Cuiliu Castle."

"Hmm."

"Lord, do you want to rest?"

"It's okay, I'm not very sleepy, I'm a little hungry, I haven't eaten well these days."

"Then the slave family will give you something to eat?"

"Okay."

"Lord, you wait."

Siniang got up and left the room to cook.

The room where Zheng Fan is now is one of the few rooms that can accommodate people in Cuiliu Fort, and most of the barbarians are actually still living in tents outside the fort, and if they want to live in the fort, they have to wait for the further improvement of the construction of Cuiliu Fort.

Sitting up straight from the bed, Zheng Fan picked up a coat and draped it over himself, and walked out of the door.

The sun is already sinking in the west, and the afterglow shines down, giving people a very unreal feeling, but this feeling makes Zheng Fan a little nostalgic.

In the past, I only "fought" when playing games, but this time, I personally led the troops out for a walk, and I also captured a city, although I ran away after pretending.

Then, it took nearly two days to be chased and killed by the army.

To tell the truth, at this point, when I recall the scenes of the previous few days, there is not much surging in my heart, and more of what is coiled in my mind is the Qianguo soldier who died on the beacon tower, the veteran of the Qianguo who went retrograde with a gun, and the dozens of barbarians who have become corpses.

"Lord, watching the sunset?"

Blind North's voice came from one side.

Zheng Fan took a breath, reached out and patted his chest gently, and said:

"Will you be able to make a sound when you walk in the future?"

"Okay, my subordinates will also light lanterns when they go out during the day in the future."

"Huh."

"What was the Lord thinking?"

"It's just that I suddenly understand why you like the sun so much."

"The subordinates are more exposed to the sun, and their minds are heavy, and it is easy to grow fungi if they don't do too much sun."

"Do you have a problem?"

"Something."

"Say."

"My subordinate used to be a psychiatrist."

"I know."

"So my subordinates just heard Liang Cheng finish talking about the things of the Lord in the past few days, and came to do psychological counseling for the Lord."

"I don't need to, I'm fine."

"The most common thing a drunk person says is that I'm not drunk."

"Okay, let's talk about it."

"Yo, blind man, you have a dog's nose, right?" Siniang happened to come over with a large pot of noodles.

The blind man smiled and said:

"When I went to Tumancheng to do business before, I came across a very big Erha, and I tried it, but its nose didn't have my spirit."

"Is there something wrong with the Lord?"

"I'm hungry."

"How did you go hungry for the first few days?"

"If the Lord is not there, you won't cook, and the food cooked by other people is really not delicious."

"Okay, move the stool." Siniang is not a stingy person.

The blind man clapped his hands, and the four stools floated up and landed in front of him and Zheng Fan.

Two stools are put together, and the other two are placed sideways as chairs.

A large basin of noodles, two bowls, and two pairs of chopsticks were placed on Siniang.

Originally, she was going to eat with Zheng Fan, but now she can only be cheap and blind.

"Blind, scoop up your own noodles."

"Okay."

The blind man picked up his chopsticks and began to scoop noodles.

"Why don't you use your mind?" Siniang asked with some curiosity.

"The noodles that are fished out with the power of the mind have no soul."

"Okay, okay, I can't say you, Lord, you eat slowly, I'll send them some."

"Hey, don't go, is there garlic? Eating noodles without garlic makes the taste less than half. ”

"Blind, I remember you weren't good at this before."

"I suddenly want to eat it."

"Wait, I'll get it for you."

Siniang quickly brought a bowl of garlic, all of which were peeled.

Zheng Fan and the blind man sat opposite each other, Zheng Fan was really a little hungry, so he picked up the chopsticks and ate several bites.

"Lord, eat garlic."

The blind man picked up two cloves of garlic and handed them to Zheng Fan.

"I'm not in the habit of that." Zheng Fan shook his head.

"Gotta try."

Zheng Fan hesitated, took the garlic, put one in his mouth, and chewed.

"Lord, another one?" The blind man handed another clove of garlic.

Zheng Fan shook his head and said, "You can eat, I can't eat like this." ”

"I don't eat it, it tastes bad in my mouth."

"............" Zheng Fan.

"Life is like this, Lord, don't force things you don't get used to, don't force things you don't want to do, don't have burdens.

Perhaps, in the previous life, the life of the Lord was too ordinary people, and there was too much pressure from rules and regulations, but in this life, in this world, it is good to be happy. ”

"I see."

"Actually, the subordinates are not worried about the psychological tolerance of the Lord, in the end, it is the person who can create our characters."

"Are you complimenting me?"

"Yes, Lord."

"Okay."

"The Lord can find someone to talk to him, such as me, and in this way, the Lord's psychology can be greatly relieved."

"I will."

"Hmm."

"By the way, I lost some people this time."

"When the Lord returned, his subordinates had already counted."

"Can you add that?"

"In terms of combat power, it is difficult to replenish it quickly."

After all, the original brute soldiers were originally from the criminal tribe, and the archery of bows and horses was excellent, and after a bit of ideological education, coupled with excellent armor and horses, it was an extremely good cavalry, but this kind of high-quality soldiers, wanting to replenish continuously, is obviously too difficult for today's Cuiliu Fort.

"However, the subordinates think that our top priority is not to recruit troops, first, what should be done, we have actually done it, I believe that this time in the heart of Jingnan Hou, you must have left a deep impression on the Lord, and then, we are not suitable for too much, otherwise, it will not be really interesting, but really annoying.

Besides, it won't be long before a large number of Yan Kingdom prisoners will be assigned to our borderlands, and when the time comes, we will only have too many of these prisoners, not too few. ”

"You mean, Gate Valve?"

"The Lord is wise."

Once Emperor Yan sees that the time is ripe, and with the cooperation of Zhenbei Hou, he starts to open the door valve in China, and the gate valve family will definitely bleed.

People will definitely die many, many people, but it is unrealistic to kill them all, and many families will certainly be convicted and exiled at that time, and batches of prisoners are destined to be sent to the southern border to become "fuel" after the war against the cadres.

These prisoners themselves are of extremely high quality, and they have a great desire to atone for their crimes and get rid of their status as prisoners for their families.

The blind man put down his chopsticks and said:

"Lord, the subordinates will go to discuss some details of the engineering drawings with those craftsmen later, and the subordinates will retire first so as not to disturb the lord's rest."

"Good work."

"Your Excellency is gracious."

After the blind man left, Zheng Fan also put down his chopsticks and sat like this for a while.

Then he got up, turned a corner, walked to a very cramped door diagonally opposite, pushed the door open, and walked in.

Inside, there was a coffin, to Zheng Fan's surprise, on the ground in front of the coffin, there was an incense burner, and there were some incense ashes in the incense burner, and at the same time, there was a bowl next to the incense burner, and there was a red mark on the mouth of the bowl.

Zheng Fan walked to the coffin and sat down with his back against the coffin.

"The first time I led troops out to fight, I was a little nervous and a little excited, but do you know that the dry people are even more useless than I imagined............"

A lot of times, when you want to talk to someone, it's often difficult to find the right person.

Not wanting to show your weakness and your true emotions in front of others, but wanting to share these things, is a contradiction, and people themselves are a combination of contradictions.

Xu is a habit that he developed when he ate every day in Meijiawu for a while, Zheng Fan felt that Sha Tuo Que Shi was a good person to talk to, he died, but he was not dead;

He seems to hear anything you say, but he never seems to speak again.

Zheng Fan leaned on the coffin and chattered for a long time, talking about many people and many things.

After saying that he was tired and finished speaking, Zheng Fan breathed a long sigh of relief, he felt that after he went back to sleep well later, he would be full of energy when he woke up tomorrow.

rise

When Zheng Fan was about to leave the house, he hesitated, and out of politeness, he felt that he should meet Sha Tuo Que Shi and say good night.

Stretched out his hand and pushed the lid of the coffin open, when Zheng Fan set his eyes on the coffin,

The whole face,

Immediately sank:

"Why are you here?"

Lying in the coffin was actually Ah Ming, a neat night dress, with a red paper flower on his chest, cut into a rose.

The air, suddenly quiet, the atmosphere, began to be awkward;

It's like when you go to the dark room of a church and tell the priest all the secrets of your heart, but unfortunately, it is your daddy who is sitting in the dark room and listening.

"Lord, I also sleep in coffins."

Ah Ming began to explain.

Zheng Fan looked at Ah Ming and didn't speak.

"Lord, you went to the wrong room, Sha Tuo Que Shi, he lives next door."

"Why didn't you say anything at first?"

Ah Ming stretched out his hand and knocked on the coffin wall, and said helplessly:

"It's damn soundproofing."

"Oh."

"Lord, I've just woken up."

"It's okay, I trust you."

"The Lord is wise."

"Starting tomorrow, come and practice archery with me."

"This is the honor of my subordinates, and my subordinates do know some Western swordsmanship."

"It's a bow and arrow."

"Huh?"

A Ming suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"I asked the brutes who were good at archery, and they said that archery with living creatures as targets works best."

"The subordinates understand, tomorrow the subordinates will go to catch some animals for the Lord to let the Lord ......"

"I'm a soft-hearted person, and the little animals are too pitiful, I can't do it."

"........." Ah Ming.