Su Meng looked at the letter, with tears hanging from his red eyes, and kept muttering, "It's really strange to write a letter!" "It's not the same as it used to be.

Su Ming's little head came out of Huo Siwei's warm arms, his eyes were as moist as mist, he folded the letter and put it in the placket of his clothes, and said in a dumb voice: "Why does Brother Huo still have correspondence with his brother?" ”

It's good to be able to write letters, but if it arouses suspicion and makes my brother reveal his identity, it's not good!

"Huo Shun escorted grain and grass, and by the way, investigated the assassination of the Sere envoy." Huo Civic replied in a low voice. "This letter was delivered this morning."

Su Luo bowed his head, it seems that he helped Sister Ah Qiang escape from the clutches of the devil, and Brother Huo also had a part. "Then, will the assassination of the envoy affect the diplomatic relations of the Servant State?"

"Sege himself is in civil strife, and the death of a concubine is insignificant, not to mention that he is not a servant." Huo Civic said lightly.

"They're doing it themselves?" Su Meng frowned and asked.

"Not only that, but the people of the Tartar tart also made a move!"

Su Luo's face was gloomy, except for himself, Brother Huo, Huo Shun, Su Shi, Sister Aqiang, and Brother Zhao, who were trustworthy people, only Ye Luqin knew that his brother was still alive, and he turned his head to attack Sister Aqiang with the intention of causing a conflict between the two countries, was he warning me, or threatening me?

There was a steady sound of footsteps outside the pavilion, and Huo Civic's ears flickered, and he looked back and swept away.

The man hurriedly stopped his pace, lowered his head and clenched his fists, and said respectfully, "The last general, Tian Jianzhong, asks to see General Huo!" ”

Su Ming's thin figure was completely covered by Huo Siwei's wide and long figure, and his vision was also blocked.

Tian Jianzhong didn't take a closer look, and suddenly saw the general's green robe and the woman's soft and plain crimson silk fluttering in the wind, and the woman's soft-soled jade embroidered shoes stepped out.

Su Meng walked lightly, saw Tian Jianzhong, who was masculine and upright with a masculine complexion, and immediately lowered his head when he saw his gaze, "The last general has seen the county lord of Huiyu!" ”

"How do you know me?" Su Meng hooked his lips and smiled lightly.

"Naturally, naturally, I have heard the deeds of the county lord many times from the mouth of the general, and the county lord is sure enough, the person is as his name suggests, gathering beauty and wisdom!" Tian Jianzhong cautiously raised his eyes and looked at General Huo's face, thinking that who didn't like to hear praise, so he panicked and speculated about the title of the county lord.

Su Meng pulled his lips and smiled, the title given by Emperor Su casually, I am afraid that Emperor Su himself didn't care too much, this young general seems to praise this title.

Su Meng lightly opened his lips towards Huo Siwei, "Since Brother Huo still has military affairs in his body, then it is inconvenient for me to disturb," he turned his head to look at the respectful and serious Tian Jianzhong, "Tian Jianzhong, right?" You're an honest man who can be ingenious, I remember you! ”

Tian Jianzhong saw Su Meng striding away, and said in a deep voice: "Congratulations to the county lord!" ”

Su Meng slowly left Honglu Temple, walked through the noisy and cheerful crowd, thinking about the letter in his arms, and the loneliness of being alone in a foreign land was driven out by the warmth of his heart.

"Hey, have you heard about it lately? Shan Lok Fang is going to hold a dance competition! A vendor who bought sugar gourds said to the person next to him with a thick wooden stick in his arms

"Not really! Didn't you still put the news, saying that you would invite the county lord of Huiyu to be a mentor or a judge! A rough black and gray man, leaning against the wall, said in a rough voice.

"It is said that the Qingjia Oiran and Wanying little lady who painted Yan Pavilion, they will all go to participate!" The short shopkeeper threw away the long spoon in his hand, rubbed his hands, and said with glowing eyes.

The proprietress next to her crossed her waist, glared at her man angrily, grabbed his ears with her fat hand and said, "What does it have to do with you when people dance beauty pageants?" The saliva is almost gone! Look at your poor and sour appearance, except that the old lady will want you, they will scarce you? ”

The shopkeeper tiptoed and screamed, patting his mother's hand and begging for mercy. The crowd of onlookers laughed heavily, "Don't say it, it's weird to look forward to it!" ”

"That's not! When the time comes, I'm going to take a look, and everyone will join in the fun! A middle-aged man sitting on a wooden chair drinking tea and eating melon seeds finished speaking, laughing with everyone.

After hearing this, Su Meng silently got into the crowd and continued to go home. Xiao Wenteng asked her to be a person who would create and edit to comment on people who make a living from dancing, but she was really promoted.

Su Meng thought, he still had to discuss it with Xiao Wenteng, this matter couldn't be done like this, how could the embroidered fist dare to play a big knife in front of Guan Gong?

Early the next morning, she was sleeping in a daze when she was carried by Chifeng, and was taken to Shanle Fang, where she sat in the middle of a group of delicate and enchanting women, and let them toss.

Chi Feng held the black sword in his arms, smiled provocatively and looked at Su Ming, who wanted to cry without tears and almost smoked to death, and said, "County Lord, don't be too humble!" You're a dancing fairy! A dance shocking and shocking to all directions! ”

Su Ming's little face was turned sharply by the maid in front of him, and the rich fragrance and strange touch all covered Su Ming's face.

Su Meng thought to himself, I'll go to your dancing fairy!