Kuroko smiled bitterly and pointed to the road that had been blocked by the melee, and said, "My lord, I can't go back."

There was white sweat on Jiaohe's forehead, his body was weak and he continued to strengthen, and at this moment a feeling of nausea welled up in his heart, and his whole body gradually twitched and swayed.

"My lord—"

"Leave me alone, you go forward, go to the atrium!"

Jiaohe interrupted him as he swung his scimitar to cut down the approaching Cana warriors. But at this moment, countless war horses suddenly swept by their sides. It was the defeated Waiko who were retreating, their leader dead, their heads being raised into the air by the Cana warriors with short swords.

Kuroko's eyes narrowed as he approached the Canadians, and he suddenly drew the spear from the corpse on the ground, and immediately lay it in front of him.

He shouted in a loud voice, "My lord, you go first, and the sunspot will give you the queen of your palace!"

Jiaohe stepped back and pressed his shoulder, and said with a serious expression, "Kuroko! Am I still your captain?"

"Of course, Jiaohe-sama will always be the captain of Kuroko!" Kuroko roared at the Canadians, "So Kuroko is going to hold here, until the Jiaohe Lord evacuates!" Your Excellency!" Kuroko mustered all his strength and shouted, "Let's !!."

A deafening roar spread through the sky, causing the approaching Cana warriors to gather their eyes on Kuroko.

"Kuroko—"

Jiaohe was just about to pull the back collar of the sunspot, but Burigood picked him up on a horse, and then galloped in the direction of the atrium!

"Lord Jiaohe, your kindness Kuroko has been repaid today!" Kuroko stabbed his spear hard and fast, and after stabbing a Cana warrior down, he thrust his spear into the sand with an upside-down spear, "Go! Don't look back!"

Jiaohe struggled violently on the horseback, he stared at Kuroko's back with his eyes wide open, and shouted heartbreakingly, "Kuroko!!"

The Cana warriors all approached Kuroko, who drew his sword from the corpse and raised his sword against the enemy in front of him.

"Grandchildren, your grandfather Kuroko is here to think about it!" Kuroko raised his sword alof, stared at the fierce big eyes and roared, "The scout of the Blowing Horn Camp Kuroko is here, come! Come !!"

Big Foot stepped on the sand and raised flying sand, the crimson blood sand drifted into the air, and Kuroko raised his sword and charged towards the Cana warriors!

The spear stabbed out, and Jiao He closed his eyes in shock by this scene, and he turned his face sideways without looking back.

"He died with dignity." Břigood's words were heavy, "I respect a valiant warrior like him."

Jiaohe couldn't bear to look back, and he closed his eyes tightly.

Liang Fenghou on the sand dunes had his eyes open, and he watched Kuroko standing in the sand, his spear piercing his chest, blood dripping down the spear. Miraculously, Kuroko stood upright in the sand even after he died, staring at the earth and intimidating the Cana warriors who walked by him.

"Your Excellency." The scout saw this as well, and he clenched his fists, "The whole army is ready, it's time to go."

Liang Fenghou indifferently turned around and grabbed the reins handed to him, and when he turned over and got on his horse, the scout asked, "My lord, do you still need to send someone to garrison this place?"

"No need." Liang Fenghou took one last look at the sunspot in the sand, "He'll keep an eye on it for us."

The scout followed his gaze for one last look at Kuroko's body, and then sighed silently.

The eagle in the sky flew suddenly, its sharp talons clasped into the scout's arms.

The scout took out the scroll on the eagle's feet, handed it to Liang Fenghou, and said urgently, "My lord, Chongdu Express!"

Liang Fenghou opened his eyes and glanced at it, his eyes gradually frowning between the lines.

He turned to the scout and said, "Immediately send a message to Lord Wei Shi, telling him to hurry up and buy grain in Daizhou immediately."

The scout asked in surprise, "The military rations in the Kannai are enough to survive the summer, my lord, this is—"

Liang Fenghou said indifferently: "Lord Taiwei is dead, from this moment on, I am the guard of the Red Pass, this is the general's military order."

The scout clenched his fists in shock, and Liang Fenghou clamped the horse's belly and drank lightly.

"Drive."

June 22, the summer solstice.

Time flies, time flies. Summer in Yanzhou is a good season for planting tea, although there are frequent floods every year, but the suburbs outside the city are surrounded by mountains, and tea farmers are planting seedlings in the tea fields early to sprinkle water.

During Jiang Zimo's 30 years as state pastor, he has been slowly implementing the people's policy of turning tea fields into farmland. However, most of the local tea farmers in Yanzhou are barren, and most of their ancestors are tea farmers, who do not like to cultivate, coupled with the great floods, the price of tea is falling again and again, even so, the strategy of changing tea to rice is pushed again and again, until Jiang Zimo was escorted into the capital, and thirty years of hard work is completely wasted.

Now that summer has arrived, autumn and winter are in sight, and time is running out. Farmers in Yanzhou are scarce, and every year they have to invite all parts of the southwest to mobilize grain and grass for disaster relief. Time was pressing, and it was a major matter for the local county officials to burn their eyebrows, so they went straight to Yanzhou to ask Chen Qiusheng to make a decision, but Chen Qiusheng's attitude made them bored.

On the summer solstice, there are cicadas screaming, and the loud sound lingers in the fence yard.

Chen Qiusheng was dressed in a plain cloth shirt, and he was sweating profusely and squatting on the steps, holding bamboo strips in his hands and patiently weaving them one by one. There are piles of finished products woven with bamboo strips on his side, most of which are bamboo baskets and bamboo plates.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency!" The servant stood in front of the fence and whispered, "Chongdu has sent a letter, it is a handwritten letter from the third master."

"Come in." Chen Qiusheng lowered his head and was busy with the work in his hands, "My hands are not clean, you read."

The servant opened the letter, he cleared his throat, and as he was thinking about it, he suddenly looked at the old man sitting in the room. The old man was short in stature, like a dwarf, and the white whiskers on his chin were thick and long, and he didn't care if he dragged it on the ground.

Chen Qiusheng skillfully pulled up the bamboo strips like sewing needles and threads, glanced at the servant while looking up, and said in a slow voice, "Don't care about the old man, but it's okay to read it."

"Why?" The servant lowered his head and began to read the letter, "The eldest brother has received it personally, and now that the chaos in Chongdu has passed, Your Majesty's Sacred Heart has mercy on the world and is back in charge of the court. Pang Boyi plotted to usurp the throne, and everyone was punished by the rebellious ministers and thieves, and he was escorted by King Jiao Hongxueqin, the guard of the western border, and His Majesty was unharmed. It's just that the old man Tingwei Pinghu Biaozhen was killed by thieves in order to protect the holy car. The prison lost his talent, and the little *** was heartbroken, and he begged his brother for forgiveness. In addition, in the Chongdu Rebellion, Shangshutai hundreds of officials were killed and injured countless times, and Taiwei Tian Cangzhou also died, but the younger brother was blessed by God and survived, the prison has been determined, and the eldest brother should not worry. Chen's second brother, Chen Jinqiu, left a book."

After listening to this, Chen Qiusheng put down the bamboo strips, raised his hand and pulled the letter over, he read it at a glance, and then handed it to the servant.

"Send a letter to Lord Hu's family, a thin gift, you go to Chongdu for me to worship incense, and tell his eldest wife, "Qiu Sheng and Lord Hu are also teachers and friends, the ancestors went to trouble for the country, they were loyal and brave, Qiu Sheng is ashamed." In addition, if the heirs of Lord Hu's family are in trouble in the future, they will definitely try their best to help." Chen Qiusheng propped his knees, "Word for word, remember?"

"Remember, word for word." The servant bent over and nodded, "The little one is going."

Chen Qiusheng bowed his head, and then picked up the bamboo strips and began to weave them slowly.

"Master Qi Zhou, today's bamboo is very good, with moderate hardness and softness, which can be described as the best choice for bamboo chairs and bamboo mats." Chen Qiusheng raised his sleeves and wiped his sweat, "The younger generation is brave and wants to make a bamboo chair to honor you."

"In the months since you came to Yanzhou, you have learned the old man's handicraft for decades." Qi Zhou Zhenren made bamboo strips and said with a smile, "Do you want to make a bamboo chair for Lao Tzu? I can't."

"One day as a teacher and a lifelong father, a bamboo chair to express their hearts, the younger generation has learned the master's craft, so it is natural to serve the master and return to the old." Chen Qiusheng picked at the bamboo thorns in his fingers, "In the future, if the younger generation is no longer an official, he will make a bamboo peddler to serve the master and retire for a long time."

"Old man, I'm Tiannian now, you kid is really slippery." Qi Zhou Zhenren dangled his feet, pointed at Chen Qiusheng and said, "Since ancient times, officials have two mouths, they can speak well or not, and they all have abacus in their hands. It's been a few years, you don't suffer."

Chen Qiusheng wrapped the boiling clay pot in a cloth, and after entering the house, he respectfully poured tea and said, "The master has a strong body and bones, and he will definitely live a long life."

"Oily and slippery." Qi Zhou Zhenren happily nudged him, "If Lao Tzu has a daughter, he will definitely allow you to be a wife." When he said this, his expression suddenly appeared

He shook his head melancholy, "It's a pity, that dead girl now secretly promises that Lao Tzu can't be the master anymore."

Chen Qiusheng smiled warmly, he poured the tea and handed it over respectfully. But at this moment, a leisurely voice suddenly came from outside the house.

"If life is only as it first sees, what is the autumn wind and sad fan." The man who spoke stood in front of the fence and looked inward, "Yama has served hell in the world, and has never been hurt by love, but has only made his own boat through sorrow."

Chen Qiusheng heard the prestige in the past, the two were separated by a narrow path, the fence seemed to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, the two looked at each other from afar, the warmth in the eyes was a familiar gaze of each other, and the smoke curled up, hazy the faces of the two.

"Haruka." Chen Qiusheng looked at him calmly, "You're here."

"I am not good at riding horses, and the ox cart is very much to my liking." Gu Yaozhi looked at him and smiled slightly, "I haven't seen you for many years, Qiu Sheng."

Chen Qiusheng got up and walked to the fence, he pushed open the door and stopped to look at Gu Yaozhi for a long time, then raised his sleeves sideways and said, "There are friends from afar, please."

Gu Yaozhi lifted the bag on his shoulder, he was wearing a light shirt, his lower robe was decorated with mud spots, and the same was true of the shoes on his feet. He was born with a vulgar appearance, and at first glance he looked like a scholar, but he was too inconspicuous, always like a stranger in the world, and when he walked in front of people's eyes, he was like a passer-by with a light breeze, and he would be forgotten after a while. Z.br>

Gu Yaozhi nodded slightly and said, "The wind and dust are upset, and I chatter."

Qi Zhou Zhenren looked at the two of them, blew his white beard impatiently, and muttered, "Wen Crepe, a good man is the same as a girl."

Chen Qiusheng is induced to sit down, the house is simple, the straw mat is paved on the floor, the low case is simple and old, the windows on all sides of the house are wide open, and the cool breeze is blowing.

"Good place, with mountains and water." Gu Yaozhi leaned over and smelled the fragrance of tea wafting from the mud pot, "There is also a dream of cage incense."

"Yanzhou is barren, there is no other hospitality, only tea quenches your thirst." Chen Qiusheng put away his sleeves and poured tea, "Please forgive me."

"A cup of tea, a friend, very good, very good." Gu Yaozhi pursed his lips and smiled, "How are you doing lately?"