The rain doesn't cost money, the more it falls, the wind blows, the black clouds press the top, Changshi looks at the rain, and can't help shrinking his neck, "It's so cold." He tightened the coat on his body, stepped forward and said to the county king and county lord of Fangshan who were standing under the broken pavilion with an umbrella, "County king, county lord, why don't we go back and wait." With such a heavy rain, even if the king of Maolin County came, he would stop in Fangshan County. ”

"Who is the escort?" Half of the body of the king of Fangshan County was already wet, and in order to protect Yun Chu under the umbrella, he could only aggrieve himself. Rao is like this, Yun Chu's skirt has also been wet by the rain, and the yellow mud on the ground is stained along Yun Chu's snow-white skirt all the way up, printing her layers of skirts piece by piece. There is no way that loess is produced here in Fangshan County.

"His Royal Highness the King of Huijun, it's Weiyuan General Murong Qianqian." Lord Changshi's voice was a little floating, as if it was about to be buried by the sound of rain and thunder.

Honestly snuggled in his arms, his cat-like daughter suddenly trembled, and the king of Fangshan lowered his eyes, "What's wrong?" Is it cold? He asked Yun Chu softly.

It's not cold... Are you afraid!!

O iniquity! Unjust! How could it be his evil obstacle, ah, no, it's a killing god. How could it be that he, the god of killing, escorted the king of Maolin County back to Beijing.

There is a memory called confusion.

The strong arms, the stinging pain in the body, and the state of shame。。。。。 Like a tide, it instantly poured towards Yunchu, and the power was so great that she had to hold her father's shirt tightly, and it seemed that only in this way could she have the strength to stand firm and stand upright.

Seeing that his daughter's little face was pale, the king of Fangshan couldn't help but worry and touched his daughter's forehead with his hand, "It won't freeze." ”

Father's warm big hand covered his forehead, covering Yun Chu's eyes, and Yun Chu's eyes were dark, but it made that memory clearer.

The hot lips, the crazy gnawing, the painful skin pinched by the big hands, and the endless humiliation resurrected little by little in the deepest part of Yun Chu's memory.

"Go home, go home." I had never seen my daughter so depressed, and the king of Fangshan County immediately ordered, "Doctor Chuan is waiting in the mansion." After speaking, he handed the umbrella to Changshi, and hugged his daughter, his originally handsome face was full of anxiety, "It's all because my father is not good." If it weren't for his father's insistence on waiting here, Yue'er wouldn't have gotten sick. ”

This daughter has never been sick except for scaring people once when she was born, and she has been alive for more than ten years, so Yun Chu's appearance really made the king of Fangshan County like a great enemy.

A group of people from the county king's mansion rushed back to the palace in the rain, and heard that Yun Chu was sick, and there was a shortage of soldiers in the county king's mansion.

Yun Chu is really sick, I don't know if it's because of the heavy rain or because of the memory in my heart, Yun Chu had already had a high fever when he was carried back to the palace by the county king, and his little face was red.

Seeing Yun Chu lying listlessly on the back of the king of Fangshan County, the princess of Fangshan County was scared to death.

When I went out, I was still alive and kicking, and I didn't wilt in less than two hours.

Yun Chu has never been sick.

After being diagnosed by the doctor, everyone's hearts were relaxed, and the princess of the county sent someone to boil the medicine, while counting Yun Chu, "I told you to wear more on weekdays, but I don't want to!" Now it's okay, let's eat the pain. She said as she tucked the corners of the cup for her daughter.

Yun Chu, who had taken the medicine, fell asleep deeply, and at this time, the county king's mansion received news that General Weiyuan took the escorted Maolin county king's family to Fangshan County, because the rain was too heavy, so he decided to rest in Fangshan County for one night.

The king of Fangshan County then sent an invitation to General Weiyuan, the palace is a big place, so let the family of the king of Maolin County who are in a hurry come to the palace of Fangshan County for a night. The king of Fangshan County said sincerely, and moved out the brotherhood between himself and the king of Maolin County, for fear that this death was not enough.

Lord Changshi trembled and handed over the invitation letter from the king of Fangshan County to General Weiyuan, who was temporarily sheltering from the rain under the city wall and preparing to set up camp, and his heart was like a drum.

The king of Maolin County is suspected of rebellion, and others are afraid to avoid it, as long as the stupid king of his own family can stick to the pole.

Alas, just post it, didn't I just take a fancy to his affection and righteousness, so I vowed to follow him for the rest of my life and never give up? Anyway, he was also a famous celebrity in Shengjing back then, okay! Now he also followed the king of Fangshan County to fall in such a place where birds don't, and willingly stewarded him for him.

Changshi, what he said is a courtier of the county king's mansion, but what he said is not good, is he the chief manager of the county king's mansion? The eating, drinking, and Lazar of the county king's mansion are all directed at him.

Even the three little masters were pulled by him with a handful of and urine, (Hey, are you dead to be a princess?) He was a dignified strategist, and he was so degraded that he was insulting.

The rain was like hanging, falling in a torrent, and Lord Changshi's face was full of rain, and his eyes were a little unable to open. He stood outside the arch of the city wall and handed the letter of the king of the county to General Weiyuan, who was standing under the arch.

In the dark and heavy arch, Murong Qianyu stood tall and jade, wearing a dark armor, the armor was stained with water, as if there was a layer of dark light, and the tall and slender body gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression. He was very young, only eighteen. His eyebrows are clear, and he can even be described as bright, he has a pair of peach blossom eyes, the corners of his eyes are slightly upturned, as long as he is willing to smile, then he is Yima Zhuqiao, a young man with an apricot blossom in his hand, just a slight smile at you, can make you drown in it. But the coldness and murderous intent revealed in the peach blossom eyes that were supposed to be bright made the adults of Changshi, who had already been mixed with oil, shudder. That kind of coldness and slaughter emanates from the bones, is cut and honed by thousands of knives on the battlefield, and is forged with blood. There was a small scar under his left eye, like a teardrop, which was not terrifying, but added a little charm to his already bright and cold face.

A pair of slender and powerful hands took the letter and unfolded it.

Lord Changshi looked at these hands, it is hard to imagine that it is this pair of beautiful hands like a famous man, three years ago, when he was fifteen years old, he had led the army to quell the Uighur rebellion, and it was also these hands that ordered the killing of 50,000 rebels, since then, he became famous in a war, because of the tear-shaped scar at the corner of his eye, people gave him the nickname Scarface Killing God.

After reading the letter, Murong Qianqian glanced at Master Changshi lightly.

"Got it." He whispered. The voice is a little hoarse, but it is very magnetic.

"I don't know the general... Is this going or not going? Anyway, give me a word! Lord Changshi asked.

"Since the king of the county also said it, it is just a brotherhood, and Ben Jiang is not an unkind person. Then let's go. The young general said slowly.

Oh mom, fortunately, thanks to his cleverness, all the small barrels and jars made of gold at home have been put away, otherwise this young general would not have been exposed.

After so many years, hiding a mountain of gold, Lord Changshi also feels that he is cute enough, no, he is sweaty.

In order to fear that the wealth will be exposed, there are very few people in the palace, all of them are old people brought out of the capital, and they are all loyal.

Don't you dare to use the gold that has been dug up in secret? It's just that there is a secret place, and I can only take some small barrels and jars that have been cast out to live a dry life, and I have to claim that they are all brass.

Alas. It hasn't been a rise in years.

Guarding a pile of gold that you can't use, do you make it? Do you make it? It's so hard to eat public meals!

"In this way, the lower official will lead the way." Lord Nagasaki immediately walked over to the head and made a gesture of please.

Murong Qianqian ordered to go down, and the twenty members of the Maolin County King's family, escorted by a hundred soldiers, walked towards the County King's mansion.

The king of Maolin County is not as simple as the king of Fangshan County, there is one concubine in the family, two side concubines, plus concubines and sons, everyone's face is gray.

King Maolin County, oh, yes, now that he has been robbed of his title, Yun Qiuxuan also looks like an old man in the twilight, and finally Murong Qianqian left him a trace of face, did not shackle him, but also did not give him an umbrella, walking in the rain, like a ghost.

Lord Changshi watched the high-spirited King Zhou in the capital fall into this situation, and he was infinitely embarrassed in his heart.

Fortunately, the fool of his own county king has a foolish fortune, otherwise it would be too miserable.

The king of Fangshan County was waiting in front of the gate of his house, he didn't know what the result would be if Lord Changshi brought the letter to the past, so he hurriedly circled in place.

Seeing a pair of soldiers coming from afar, the sergeant's dark armor came from afar, and the king of Fangshan County was stunned.

The umbrella in his hand fell to the ground, and he took three steps into two steps to meet him, and the anxious princess of the county didn't care about Feng Yi, picked up her skirt, and chased after her with an umbrella.

Old, small, none of them are worry-free goods.

"Third brother!"

"Sixth brother!"

The two of them clasped hands in the rain, and the king of Fangshan County hugged his brother into his arms, tears rolling down.

He's been putting up with it for many, many years.

It's raining today, which is good, because it's impossible to tell if it's rain or tears on his face.