Zhenwu army originally belonged to Shuofang, is the largest barrier to defend against the Turks, they can be good at fighting brave and heroic, there are not only Han soldiers in the army, but also many Khitan people, Hu people, Tiele, Xue Yantuo, Zhaowu nine surnames, etc., mixed into a group of wolves on the grassland.

A smile appeared on the pale face of the man who spoke, and the deep pool in his eyes was like a starlight falling.

Zhong Wu couldn't help but take a step back, and the sluggish Zhong Hou clenched his fist, glanced at the man, and was eager to try: "You are young, and you look better than the old thing's porter." ”

Zhong Wu subconsciously wanted to reach out to stop Zhong Hou, but reason made him stop.

These men in front of him are indeed not easy to fight, but will the Tianfu Army of Jiannan Dao be afraid of the Zhenwu Army? How can you lose the face of the Metropolitan Governor in front of the old immortal!

Form 5 took a step forward, followed by others who followed.

Their conversation happened quickly, and the people on both sides didn't feel anything, but the officers and soldiers of the capital who were about to disperse and leave became nervous in an instant, and the brawl between the two sides in front of the door was quite restrained before, but now if these people fight, it is not a joke, they urge the horses to hold down the waist knife.......

The white-faced man in black cloth stepped aside: "We don't fight. ”

The men beside him also hurriedly retreated to both sides, and the way was out of the way.

Zhong Hou fed, and was about to reach out and grab the man, the old immortal soldiers should be beaten, this time Zhong Wu stretched out his hand to grab him, and said in a low voice: "Liang Zhen is no longer the envoy of Zhenwu Festival." ”

So Zhenwujun is no longer Liang Zhen's person.

If you do it again, you will lose money.

Zhonghou smacked his lips and withdrew his hand, glanced at the young man, and strode over, Zhong Wu bowed slightly to them, neither enthusiastic nor hostile, and walked over without waiting for them to return the salute.

The people on both sides passed by, the tense atmosphere dissipated, and the officers and soldiers who were about to come over withdrew their hands on their waist knives, but did not turn their horses' heads, but looked at the men who came over.

"Who are you?" The leader will ask, with a little vigilance.

If it is the Zhenwu Army, it is a capital crime to enter Beijing without an order.

The white-faced man saluted: "Shangguan, we are the head of Master Liang's family, and we are here to send the Double Ninth Festival." ”

He leaned over slightly and held up the basket behind him to show the general.

The basket is covered with a lid and tied to the body with a strong hemp rope, revealing the antlers of a sheep or a deer and some animal skin blankets, these are all northwest goods, Liang Zhen has been in the Zhenwu Army for many years, and it is normal to buy a house and the local area.

They said that Liang Zhen's head was Liang Zhen's head of the village, and the truth would not be responsible for verifying, and it was Liang Zhen's business to investigate it, so he put away his guard: "This year's harvest is good." ”

The man sighed: "It's not good, so let's meet the boss and see if we can find a way for everyone to live." ”

will not speak again, the people of the Liang family called all kinds of simple and simple names, and welcomed these people into the house lively, there was no excitement in front of the Liang family, and the crowd was scattered.

The gate slowly closed, cutting off the bustle of the street, and the white-faced man who was accompanied by a few subordinates walked inward looked back.

"Li Feng'an is dead, and his people are still so arrogant." He said.

The subordinates of the Liang family will cry whenever Li Feng'an mentions: "It's just a grasshopper after the autumn." ”

"What are they coming for? It's too much to bully the door like this. The other men frowned in displeasure.

The subordinate snorted: "This time I came to deliver a letter for their eldest lady." ”

"What letter?" The white-faced man asked curiously.

"What can it be, or because of the happy words at Li Feng'an's funeral to scold the old lady." The subordinate was disdainful, and smiled proudly, "If you have the ability, you will send another golden coffin." ”

The white-faced man obviously knew about this, and smiled slightly: "Li Feng'an is gone, they really don't have the ability." ”

The butler ushered in from the front hall: "The old lady is reading the letter, you wait a minute." ”

The white-faced man didn't care about waiting: "The old man still reads the letter?" It's not supposed to be burned directly. ”

The housekeeper snorted: "Is the old lady still afraid that she is a little girl scolding?" Li Feng'an is not afraid of scolding. ”

The white-faced man smiled: "If you really want to scold, wouldn't it be better to stand at the door and scold?" ”

The housekeeper was slightly stunned, yes, just like the last time Jiannandao sent a golden coffin, half of the street scolded at the door, the old lady could hear it, and the people in the capital could also hear it, and the scolding could only be heard by the people who read the letter, as if there was no fun.

Not for scolding?

The thought flashed, and there was a snap in the hall, and the old and deep voice also came: "What an arrogant little girl!" ”

I don't know how the little girl scolds? The butler and the white-faced man all stopped talking and pricked up their ears.

"What do you mean it's a shame that I'm alive?"

"I should die for his father, anyway, I can't compare to her father, not as useful as her father?"

"She really thinks her dad is very powerful? He was pretentious when he won a battle, and if he didn't have me, he could have won? ”

"He's just a madman with no respect for his superiors and no military orders! This kind of person cannot be trusted, and cannot be trusted! ”

Speaking of the events of the year, time and age have not erased the anger, the old voice is excited, and the sound of slapping the table is continuous.

The butler thought that time and age had not taken away the old lady's anger, but had taken away his strength, and if it had been left before, the table in the hall would have been shattered.

The table only creaked and creaked, withstood the storm, and then became calm.

You won't be dizzy, will you? The butler looked uneasy, and the white-faced man stepped up the steps, and then heard a loud laugh coming from within.

Liang Zhen, who was short and fat, with a gray beard and a brocade robe, was like a rich man in the countryside, laughing wildly, and his beard flew up with laughter.

The butler began to worry about whether he would faint from laughing again.

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous."

"I've never seen anything so ridiculous."

"A little girl is so ashamed of me, if it is Li Bong'an, it will be almost the same."

"Well, this should be what Li Bongan said."

"Phew."

Liang Zhen took a heavy sip.

"Shameless!"

The snap made his eyes look at the doorway, and with a wave of his hand, the letter he held flew like his beard.

"Ah, little crow, here you are."

The white-faced man stepped over the threshold and leaned over to salute, with the basket still behind his back: "Wu Ya'er has seen the old man." ”

Liang Zhen was impatient: "Don't be rude, come and see this big joke." ”

Wu Ya'er got up and untied the basket and put it at her feet, and sat on the chair at the bottom casually: "What joke?" ”

The housekeeper came in and quietly carried the teapot to pour tea for the two.

"The dead ghost Li Feng'an wants to let his yellow-mouthed child inherit the festival envoy." Liang Zhen said, laughing again and slapping the table.

The butler picked up the teacup in time.

Their family is not as rich as Li Feng'an of Jiannan Province, and the teacup cannot be broken casually.

Wu Ya'er held the teacup and said, "Of course the boss won't let him get his wish." ”

Liang Zhen leaned back in his chair and snorted nonchalantly: "Of course I want to let him get his wish." 2k reading network