Yuan Chonghuan kept paying attention to his movements from the corner of his eye, and suddenly felt that this vulgar guy was not only cute, but also quite funny: "It's stupid." Well, it's not that I don't qualify to be the younger brother of the main department. ”

The emotions between men are so strange, sometimes everything is in the wine, and sometimes they can draw a knife against each other if they don't agree with each other. Seeing that the two of them drank a bowl of wine with enmity, Chongzhen also poured a bowl for himself.

He put down the wine jar, picked up the wine bowl, and said: "This bowl of wine is marked with respect to Yuan Shuai, President Mao, and years." ”

The three words "respecting the years" touched the hearts of a jinshi and a veteran.

Looking at each other, they suddenly noticed that each other's sideburns were white.

Whether it is the governor or the general army, whether it is public interest or selfishness, it is to resist the invasion of Jin Jiannu.

In addition to the factor of ability and speculation, this is their original intention.

"Why did you have to put him to death?" Yuan Chonghuan reflected silently.

Mao Wenlong also thought: "I want to be my Dongjiang commander-in-chief Phi Daotu Emperor, why do you want to slap him?" ”

Seeing that the two were silent, Chongzhen first filled the wine bowl for Yuan Chonghuan, then Mao Wenlong, and finally for himself.

Then he put down the wine jar again, picked up the wine bowl with both hands and said: "This bowl, pay tribute to us who have been wasted in the years." ”

"Time flies, time flies." Yuan Chonghuan sighed silently and picked up the wine bowl.

Mao Wenlong wiped his rough face to hide the tears in the depths of his eyes, and picked up the wine bowl.

The three of them raised their glasses, touched each other, and drank them all.

"Goo-dong, goo-dong......"

As the Adam's apple rolls, all grievances and hatreds are eliminated invisibly.

Yuan Chonghuan wiped a handful of wine stains from the corners of his mouth and said loudly: "Good wine!" ”

The three of them looked at each other and laughed.

After laughing, Chongzhen looked at Yuan Chonghuan and said: "Do you still remember the experience of marking the south and westward from the forest of the extreme north, and on the way to the north of the town with blood, breaking the Fushun Pass, spying on Shenyang City, and setting up an ambush in old Jinzhou?" ”

"I've told you everything, can I not remember?" Yuan Chonghuan spread his hands, and immediately remembered this kid's unintentional personality, so he rubbed the slight hair under his chin and said, "What do you want to do?" ”

Chongzhen smiled evilly: "I want to take the handsome to experience this feeling." ”

Mao Wenlong gasped and said busily: "Marshal Huang, this matter must not be allowed!" ”

Yuan Chonghuan glared at him, was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "You mean, from west to east?" ”

Mao Wenlong was aggrieved, and he didn't understand why he was thinking about his safety, but he was thankless.

On the contrary, it was Chongzhen, a person who wanted to put Yuan Chonghuan in danger, who was quite appreciated by him.

"Mr. Mao, you still don't know enough about our Yuan Shuai." Chongzhen glanced at Mao Wenlong meaningfully.

"Could it be that when I say this, I think Yuan Shuai doesn't have the guts?" Mao Wenlong was inspired by his repeated prompts, and the simple slightly bald melon seeds suddenly opened up a little, thoughtful.

Seeing this, Chongzhen showed a teachable expression, so he looked at Yuan Chonghuan again and chuckled: "Yes, find a sea area to land, and then go from west to east to reach the Liaoxi Plain." I want to go and see Wu Sangui's kid. ”

Such a feat, Yuan Chonghuan felt his blood boiling just thinking about it, and he couldn't help but want to agree.

However, thinking of all kinds of things, thinking that being the commander of Guan Ning, which is very implicated, is hesitant after all.

The reason for this is clear.

In fact, let alone Yuan Chonghuan, he is no longer the ignorant and ignorant hot-blooded young man whose master has just died.

The responsibility on his shoulders is a hundred times heavier than the hearty blood of a young man.

In this time and space, although he is still a teenager, he knows that it is not easy for middle-aged people.

Therefore, Chongzhen suddenly sighed slightly: "In fact, the mark is just to talk casually, the stakes are important, and I dare not expect extravagance." ”

"Yes, you and I have a heavy burden on our shoulders, including you." Yuan Chonghuan sighed deeply.

Mao Wenlong was flattered and hurriedly wanted to express his position, but saw Yuan Chonghuan waving his hand casually.

He was still stunned, but Chongzhen had already understood, and added a big bowl of brown and yellow wine to Yuan Chonghuan.

Looking at the amber old wine, Yuan Chonghuan was stunned for a long time, and suddenly picked up the wine bowl with one hand, raised his head and drank it all.

The wine was sad, but this elegant middle-aged man heroically wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth and said loudly: "Good wine!" ”

"Mr. Mao, don't gossip, let's drink." Shige really raised the bowl to signal.

"Oh...... Oooh! Drink, let's drink! Mao Wenlong, who is always half a beat slow, hurriedly served a bowl of sponsorship.

On this night, three anti-gold leaders from different backgrounds, different statuses, and different ages were drunk.

After getting drunk, go out of the city and look at the cold waning moon in the cold winter sea breeze.

"Swear to the Ming Dynasty!" Yuan Chonghuan suddenly yelled.

"Swear to the Ming Dynasty!" Mao Wenlong followed.

"The dawn is now, and the night is the moon. The sun and the moon shine, only I am bright. Chongzhen took off Xu Wenchang's wine gourd and poured wine into his mouth with a clatter.

"You've got it in stock!"

"Yuan Shuai, Mr. Mao, you two also have a mouthful? This is Xu Wei Xu Wenchang's wine gourd. ”

"Come, come, drink! Drink! Hahaha......"

"It is said that Xu Wenchang lived to be one hundred and five years old? Really? Locusts, don't lie to me......"

"Yes, yes, I don't read much Mao Wenlong's book......"

"If you know that you are uneducated, you will talk less, and no one will treat you as a mute! Hiccup......" Yuan Chonghuan swayed his body and gave a long wine burp.

Mao Wenlong took the opportunity to dodge the ancient wine gourd in his hand: "Yuan Shuai, don't drink the wine, mark a little left!" ”

On this night, the sound of heroic laughter, which was almost crazy, resounded throughout the Phi Island.

The three of them were completely drunk, and even took out Shang Fang's sword.

Each of their subordinates cared for the three of them, each holding the lamp, and accompanying each other from a safe distance.

The three of them each danced their swords, drunk, and picked up the lamp......

"Look at the sword!" Yuan Chonghuan laughed and stabbed out with a sword, drunk and hazy.

Mao Wenlong's martial arts are no worse than him, and he is drowsy, but he still swings his sword and successfully blocks, as if out of instinct.

Chongzhen was crazy, and raised his sword to make a third party between the two of him.

His Shang Fang sword qualification is the oldest, and the two of them have scruples, so they have both restrained.

The stamina of the old wine is very strong, and the wine is upwelling and drowsy.

The three of them looked at each other and laughed, like a bump, like a tsunami, like a night owl.

It was night, each of them went to sleep, still dancing, which shows the scenes of the day, and the deep imprint on the three of them.

However, resisting gold is an almost crazy thing.

Whether it is Mao Wenlong or Yuan Chonghuan, they have done to a certain extent what others dare not think about or dare to do. For Chongzhen, who knows the direction of history, it is tantamount to stretching out his arms to block the trend of history.

It's like a praying mantis stretching out its arms, trying to block the rolling cart of history.

Even if you don't measure yourself, but you are fearless and fearless.

The Han family does not admit defeat and does not admit defeat.

All feelings, finance in this.