Guan Yiming got out of the account, but he only felt depressed and difficult to understand for a while.

So, he changed into civilian clothes, left the camp, and went straight to the city.

At the moment of the war, the defeat of the troops in the past few days made the people in the city panic. From time to time, some people were wrapped up in baggage and wanted to leave the city. However, Cui Yuan gave an order, and all the intersections out of the city have been guarded, and if you want to leave, there is really no way.

At the moment of the catastrophe, I don't want to appease the people, such mediocre people are placed above us, it's really strange, no wonder!

Guan Yiming was unhappy in his heart, and he didn't dare to say it.

He also read the text sent by King Fu's mansion. The list of things in the meantime is truly appalling. He learned martial arts at a young age, was familiar with the art of war, and joined the army as a teenager, and he was not very clear about the affairs of the court, but according to the text, what King Jing did was really against the way of the courtiers. Ever, thinking of the righteousness of the monarch and the minister, he wants to take off this skin, hide in the rivers and lakes, and be a happy knight. It's just that, after all, he also has his own limitations in thinking, and after all, he always feels that something is wrong. As for what is wrong, it is not clear for a while.

"Xiao Er, come to the hot pot of wine, and cut another pound of beef!"

Sitting by the window of Wangjiang Tower, he shouted loudly, feeling bored, but also relieved.

After a while, when the wine and meat were ready, he looked at the chaotic scene downstairs and poured himself a bowl of wine.

"The world is in turmoil, and in the end, it's not the people who are suffering!"

He muttered to himself, unconsciously, a little worried.

Today, there are not many guests in this Wangjiang Building, and there are only two or three tables of guests on the huge upstairs, except for him. At a table in between, there were two people who were looking at Guan Yiming frequently.

"Brother, it's boring to drink alone, why not drink faster?"

At this time, a white-clothed showman, holding a wine jug, sat opposite Guan Yiming with a smile.

"Go, go!"

Guan Yiming was already troubled, and he wanted to be alone quietly, so he instinctively waved his hand to refuse, but when he raised his head, he couldn't help but stay.

The person in front of him had a handsome face, picturesque eyebrows, and an irresistible grace in his smile. How many good-looking characters have you seen on weekdays?

Of course, Guan Yiming doesn't have the fetish of Longyang, but when he saw this person, he strangely felt some ripples in his heart.

"Sit, sit!"

As soon as he finished saying and went, he said that he would sit down again.

Phew!

The white-clothed Xiushi smiled mischievously, sat down very elegantly, and stared at Guan Yiming again.

"Brother, you're stingy, just a little beef, how can you drink!?"

This made Guan Yiming embarrassed.

"Little Er, bring a few more dishes and pick up the delicious ones!"

He has always been arrogant, and the showman in front of him, with his gestures, makes people feel comfortable. It is said that drinking alone is boring, and it is also a wonderful thing to be accompanied by someone.

Soon, several delicate dishes were on the table.

The white-clothed showman was not polite, picked up the chopsticks, and grabbed a spoon by himself.

At this moment, Guan Yiming saw that his skin was as white as jade, and his hands were slender, and his heart was even more strange.

What man can be like this?

It's just that although he was surprised in his heart, he didn't dare to ask more, picked up the wine bowl, and took a sip.

"Brother, the food is indecent, it makes you laugh!"

The white-clothed Xiushi put down his chopsticks, pursed his lips and smiled.

"It's okay, it's okay, they're all sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, why bother!"

Although Guan Yiming said this, his eyes were lowered, and he didn't dare to look at him directly.

"Yes, hehe, brother, please forgive me for taking the liberty of asking, how should I call you?"

The white-clothed Xiushi smiled, his eyes not taking off Guan Yiming's face.