Zhang Lu looked back suddenly with anticipation, but saw that there were already many people standing behind him, including Sun Ping's family, as well as Liuli and ingots.

Sun Ping's family solemnly saluted Zhang Yuan, with a smile on the corner of Liuli's mouth, it was still so good-looking, and the ingots also changed into women's clothes, which looked equally good.

Zhang Yu thought that his eyes were spent, and hurriedly rubbed his eyes.

But when I look up again, where are they still there?

Yes, people can't be resurrected after death, so they probably drank too much, right? But there are too many things in this world that can't be explained, it's like crossing by yourself, maybe, if they die in this world, they can also travel to other worlds to continue to write the excitement of life.

Zhang Yan slowly sat on the ground, leaned against a big tree, raised the wine jar in his hand and poured it violently, and when the wine jar bottomed out, he also fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know why, Zhang Lu slept very sweetly this night, and dreamed of many people and many things.

By the time he awoke, the sun was already setting.

He stretched, glanced at a few more tombstones, and headed straight home.

When passing by the outer city, he couldn't help but look at the group of beggars, but no matter how much he looked, he could no longer find the slightly stuttering ingot.

Zhang Zhen shook his head and distributed all the silver on his body to the beggar.

When he returned to the mansion, he found that the people in the mansion were putting their bags away, and Zhang Zhen remembered that the emperor had appointed the uncle as the commander of Yanshanwei.

He found Zhang Yu and Zhang Fu and said, "Your Majesty appointed Uncle Yan Shanwei to command the affairs, and he didn't say when he would take office, so there's no need to be in such a hurry, right?"

Zhang Yu opened his mouth and said, "How can I delay this matter, besides, I have been at home for so long, if it is delayed now, it will inevitably displease Your Majesty."

Zhang Lu sighed and shook his head, and asked again, "Where is Yanshan?" Far from it? And what was the weather like?"

I only heard Zhang Yu answer: "Yanshan is in the north, it is under the management of King Yan, and Yanshanwei is also under the commander of King Yan."

Zhang was stunned for a moment and said, "King Yan? Zhu Di?"

Zhang Yu stepped forward and covered Zhang Yu's mouth and said, "The name of King Yan can be called by us?"

This is the feudal dynasty, and it is quite taboo to shout a name, Zhang Yu hurriedly nodded.

Zhang Yu let go of his hand and said, "Let's hurry up and clean up, let's leave early tomorrow morning."

If you want to go to King Yan's fiefdom, how can Zhang Lu be willing to do it? Isn't this equivalent to giving away people's heads for thousands of miles? Now the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty know that they have a good relationship with Zhu Yunwen, and when Zhu Di drives Zhu Yunwen off the throne in the future, can he spare himself?

Zhang Yu knew that his nephew had some disagreements with King Yan, but in his opinion, it was not a big deal at all, after all, he could not predict history, and he did not know that Zhu Di would become the emperor in the future, Zhang Yu knew, but he couldn't say.

Of course, Zhang Yu was transferred to the north, in Zhang Yu's opinion, this is still good, eggs can't be put in one basket, and when his uncle and Zhu Di mix well, Zhu Di can't help but give his uncle face in the future, pull himself out and cut himself, right?

Zhang Yan waved his hand, showed a bitter smile, and said, "I won't go, it's too cold in the north, I'm not used to living there, and now I'm also the chief flag officer of the Jinyi Guard, and I have an official position."

Zhang Yu couldn't figure it out, when he was the prefect of the Privy Council in Dayuan, he lived in the north, and later followed the Yuan Lord to Mobei, at that time Zhang Yu didn't say that he was afraid of being cold and unaccustomed? But after thinking about it, Zhang Yu did have an official position now, Zhang Yu could only nod and said, "That's right, then the uncle will leave some people to take care of you."

At this time, Wu Peng, who had finished the execution, also returned, Zhang Yu hurriedly pointed at him, and said to Zhang Yu: "I'm really not used to having people to serve, just leave a porter and sprinkle sweeping, and I'll leave this monk here."

Zhang Yu also knew that Zhang Lu had this temperament, so he also let him go.

It's just that Zhang Fu was a little uneasy, he said to Zhang Fu: "Brother Lu, you are not calm enough, you are always reckless, if you cause any trouble, we are not around, I really can't rest assured."

Zhang Lu opened his mouth and said, "Brother Fu, don't

Worry about it, all I can cause now is a big mess, even if you and Uncle are here, you won't be able to solve anything."

The corners of Zhang Yu's and Zhang Fu's father and son's mouths twitched, this is true, but it hurts a little bit to say it, isn't it?

Zhang Yan didn't care what their mood was, and continued: "Besides, my martial arts are still quite strong now, not that I blow it, in the entire Jinling City, there are few people who can hurt me."

Zhang Lu said, dragged Wu Peng over on the side, and said, "And this monk is also quite strong, it is enough to protect me, he came out of Shaolin." Come, monk, show my uncle and my brother my help."

Wu Peng only felt as if he had become a street performer again, but he didn't care, after all, he was able to avenge his family thanks to Zhang Lu's contributions.

I saw that Wu Peng was a little lucky, the muscles on his body bulged, and his whole body was also glowing with golden light, Zhang Lu was not polite, and directly knocked on Wu Peng's body, and the sound was no different from the sound of knocking on the iron plate.

Zhang Yan smiled slightly, and said, "This monk is practicing Shaolin kung fu, called the Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt, let alone using his fists, even if he slashes with a knife, he can't hurt it in the slightest."

Zhang Yu and Zhang Fu and the father and son were also curious to touch and touch Wu Peng, if outsiders saw it, I am afraid that they would think that the father and son had some bad taste.

Seeing Wu Peng's martial arts, Zhang Yu exclaimed: "I have long heard that Shaolin's martial arts are unique in the world, and today I saw that it really deserves its reputation."

Seeing that Zhang Lu really has the power to protect himself now, Zhang Yu and Zhang Fu are also relieved, but they are still nagging at Zhang Lu at dinner.

Early the next morning, the city gate has just opened, Zhang Yu led a large family to set off, Zhang Yuan took Wu Peng to see off, the farewell picture is somewhat touching, in Zhang Yuan's eyes, the distance from Beiping to Jinling is really not far, but in the era when the traffic is not developed, this trip is really not close.

Moreover, communication in this era is not developed, not the same as in later generations, even if it is thousands of miles away, it is very easy to make a phone call and send a video, but in the Ming Dynasty, a long trip is likely to be forever separated.

Zhang Yu was sad in his heart, and he still had some tears in his eyes when he sat on horseback.

Zhang Rong shook his head disappreciatively, and sent people out of the Jinling realm, and then Zhang Rong took Wu Peng and returned leisurely on horseback.

As soon as he returned to the mansion, the porter who stayed behind immediately came over to report: "Young Master, there is a guest at home, saying that he is looking for you."

Zhang Zhen scratched his head and asked, "Looking for me?" Who?"

This is a little difficult for the porter, the Zhang family came to Jinling for a short time, and it was low-key, and there were almost no guests before, so the porter was naturally not very familiar with the courtiers and nobles in Jinling.