"Yes or no, it doesn't matter." Chen Jinqiu's face was a little more terrifyingly hideous, "Follow me and go to prison, and you should do everything if you stay overnight!"

Jiang Nianhua shouted again and again, and Liu Taijing suddenly stopped Chen Jinqiu and said, "My lord, since these crossbows have been recovered, they are still safe. Besides, the lower officials also knew that the adults were still worried about raising grain and grass for disaster relief, so why not bypass Jiang Nianhua for the time being, and let him transport the grain and grass out first, and then slowly investigate the theft of the crossbow in detail." Z.br>

Jiang Nianhua grabbed the life-saving straw and echoed it again and again.

"Nonsense! Zheng Guo binds the people with the law, and now that the people have broken the law, do I have to pretend that I don't know anything?" Chen Jinqiu was righteous and awe-inspiring, "I can think of a way to deal with the matter of grain and grass, but those who break the law, so, will not be spared!"

Chen Jinqiu was about to take the person away after speaking, but Liu Taijing stopped him again and said, "Slow down, please think twice. Nowadays, there are only a handful of grain merchants who can search Kyushu. If you are looking for someone else to collect food, and you don't talk about it, I am afraid that there will be a lot more trouble. Now that Jiang Nianhua is here, why don't you let him raise grain and grass to transport to Biansai first, and make up for his mistakes. My lord, the war on the border is urgent, and I can't wait."

Jiang Nianhua looked at Chen Jinqiu with blank eyes.

Chen Jinqiu's eyes rolled, and he flicked his long sleeves for a while. He sighed and said, "You are very reasonable, and it seems that this is the only way to go." He turned to Jiang Nianhua, "Jiang Nianhua, Ben Tingwei ordered you to immediately raise grain and grass and transport it to Biansai, Yan, and Menzhou, and the theft of the crossbow will be calculated after Ben Tingwei's detailed investigation, do you understand?"

Jiang Nianhua shouted as if he was about to be amnestied: "Understand below, understand below!"

Chen Jinqiu turned around and walked out of the warehouse and stood in front of the dock to stop and ponder, Liu Taijing ordered people to carry the crossbow, and then walked out of the warehouse to Chen Jinqiu's side.

Chen Jinqiu glanced back and whispered, "This drama is singing."

Liu Taijing smiled and said, "The adult's performance can be described as eye-catching."

There is mercy everywhere in this green building, but who has not acted, and who has really been infatuated?

The red sleeves on the edge of the window were soaked by the overnight rain, and cold raindrops dripped under the eaves.

The raindrops reflected the graceful woman leaning against the hook railing, and she looked at the hurried passers-by in a daze, looking for the plain clothes in her memory from the colorful clothes.

She looked at it obsessively, longing to find the dashing figure of the past from the vast sea of people, and looking forward to the confident gaze projected from the corner of the street.

At that time, she would smile heartily, like a delicate flower quietly blooming in the heavy makeup of the hook bar, all she wanted was to wait for the high-spirited lover to return again.

She fantasized as if someone was smiling at her on a street corner in her dreams. She also laughed, but when there was a shout from outside the building, she suddenly woke up.

All this is just another dream of a long day.

"Mengniang~" Mom's soft voice seemed to be sandwiched with warm spring water, "I'm going to pick up the guests~"

Mengniang didn't answer, she still looked at the street, and saw the gray world from the faces of countless displaced people who were lost and dazed.

The door was pushed open, and the mother walked in with the embroidered curtain, she first glanced at Mengniang, and then approached and looked out the window.

"Still waiting for your lover?" Mom sneered and asked, "Don't wait, Jiang Baichuan's son-in-law went to Biansai, and you can guess that he must not live long." My good daughter, the Jiang family is now in power, what are you waiting for?"

"What kind of thing is Mom talking about?" Mengniang's plain hand held the window edge, "The Jiang family is still there, and the people of Baichuan Ji have their own natural appearance, so they must be safe."

"Hey, daydreaming?" Mother held the embroidered jacket and lowered her hand, "Now that this Yanzhou Prefecture Pastor has changed his surname, Gu Yaozhi is young, and he looks at him from a distance as a graceful son, alas~" She sighed and buried her breath, "It's just that this gentleman doesn't like to come to the flower boat to play, and the girl in the building thinks about it every day, which can be called a morning thought." It's a pity, it's a pity, a good man is not lustful, you say, can you call a man?"

Meng Niang looked in the direction of the north and chuckled and said, "Naturally, it can't be counted, he is also lustful."

But he only wants my color, whether it is green silk or old and white, he only wants me.

"You damn girl, you know how to drill the horns of a bull." Mom raised her finger and nudged Mengniang's head, "Don't talk about him, you should get up and dress up, put on makeup and get ready to pick up customers."

"Pick-up?" Meng Niang turned around, she said in surprise, "Mom, haven't you forgotten that Baichuan has redeemed me before I went to join the army, and I am already free, why do I still have to pick up customers?"

"What are you talking about?" Mom crossed her waist and raised her head and smiled, "Jiang Baichuan is gone, and the deed of sale is still in my box, you are the red head card in the building, what do I leave you to do if you don't accept customers?" She took Mengniang's hand and pointed to the jewelry on her wrist, "Food and clothing, I will reward you with such a good bracelet, why is that?" Naturally, it was my mother's good daughter who felt sorry for me. You, obediently, ah."

"I don't pick up customers!" Meng Niang waved her gauze sleeves, turned her head with a cold expression and didn't look at people, "How can my mother not speak, I am from Baichuan. This bracelet, silk, and jewelry, my mother wants to take it as much as she can, just to drive Mengniang away, and Mengniang has no complaints. But to pick up customers, Mengniang swears to the death!"

"Yo, have you learned to talk back?" Mom's eyes widened as she pointed at her, "Who do you think you are?" In the past, Jiang Baichuan relied on his identity as the eldest son of the Jiang family, and he became ~ He can play as much as he wants! As long as I give enough money, my mother and I will serve it myself. But now that his Jiang family has fallen, you are still sticking chicken feathers as an arrow, let me tell you, if you don't take it today, you have to take it, otherwise the family law will serve!"

Mom clapped her palms, and when she stepped outside the door, a big man walked in, and Mengniang recognized this person at a glance.

All newcomers who are sold into the building are not sensible and trained by this person, no matter what temper that person has before he sells himself, as long as he is beaten by this big man for three days, he will be submissive and obedient after that.

"Mom......" Mengniang bit her lower lip and asked hatefully, "Are you trying to force Mengniang to die?"

"Forcing you to die? My good daughter, who is forcing whom!" Mom pointed to the crowd outside the window, "Look closely, it's flooding now, and there are homeless people everywhere. Those boys and brothers don't come to the party to eat and drink, you don't know how many mouths I have in this building, now there can be a businessman who is willing to support your field, you will be content."

"Mommy......" Mengniang shook her head blankly and said bitterly, "I can't-"

Syllable!

The beautiful face was printed with a red five-finger palm print, and Mengniang tilted her head sideways in a daze, and then slowly looked at her mother.

Mengniang said, "Mom, ......."

"Ke'er is waiting downstairs, I'll greet people, you clean up for me." Mom dusted her sleeves, and then walked to the door with her embroidered jacket, "This master turned over your cards, if the waiter is not happy, you, you will go to the room in the future to wait for the evening guests, this night guests, but not so pity the jade."

Mengniang gasped when she heard this, she looked at the door, watched her mother's figure gradually be obscured by the tall body of the big man, and then looked back at the window edge blankly.

Her gaze gradually shifted from above to downward, her wandering gaze as if drawn to the street below the fence.

She stood up and approached the window.

"Faith."

The big man suddenly spoke.

Mengniang looked back at the big man with a low voice, looking at a piece of letter paper in his hand.

"Manhongguan Jiang Baichuan pro-book." Dahan shook the letter, "When the guest leaves, I'll give it to you."

Meng Niang clenched the embroidery and froze in place, she stared at the letter and nodded slowly.

That night, the bed creaked, the red candle burned for half the night, and the wax solidified on the table. Mengniang's shoulders were bruised, and her legs were bruised red.

The snoring on the bed was like thunder, and the night outside the house was filled with a mournful sigh.

Meng Niang's clothes did not cover her body, she carefully opened the letter scroll like a treasure, and looked at the delicate small characters, she knew that this handwriting came from Jiang Baichuan's hand.

"Dream Niang herself. The wind is strong, the yellow sand is thousands of miles, Yanzhou is thousands of miles away on this road, looking forward to seeing each other but not seeing, lovesickness to the bone, sleepless all night. I want your dance, hoping to return triumphantly one day, and I am drinking with you. Listening to your complaints, I hope you are happy

No annoyance. Mengniang, I have never regretted it, this desert is lonely and desolate, but my heart is as warm as early summer, what I read and think, it is all you. In the coming days, I will take you to the desert to see the starry sky, pour the night with wine, and dispel sorrows for eternity. And wait, wait. Jiang Baichuan's own letter."

Under the eaves, the wet red sleeves hung raindrops, dripping in the puddles and causing endless ripples.

Tears wet the letter and smudged the delicate handwriting. Mengniang stroked the stroke, and tears fell silently like rain. She held the letter in her arms as if she were holding hope, and she read it silently.

I wait.

I wait.

After a long time in the desert, the vanguard of the exchange embarked on a journey.

The battle line of the desert shifted from the northeast to the west of due north, and the Cana troops, after being blocked one after another, doubled their forces and continued to advance, and the destination was still the desert atrium.

The front line of the trapped camp continued to hold its ground, and the Canadians had tried to bypass the trapped camp and hit the atrium, but Liang Fenghou had already followed up on both sides of the battle line. On the left side, the death squad composed of the Iron Blood Battalion and the Wind Breaking Battalion held out, while on the right side, the Xiao Cavalry Battalion fought guerrillas.

The speed of the cavalry was very fast, and the encounters between the two sides were short-handed, and the Canadians advanced in a concentrated formation after suffering a series of guerrilla attacks, and their numbers gradually increased, and the momentum of the advance became more and more stable, and the cavalry battalion became more and more powerless for a long time.

Under such circumstances, Marquis Liang Fenghou thought twice and decided to send the Shensha battalion to make a long journey to the middle of the right court and the middle court to set up an ambush to intercept the support of the Canadians.

He sent this strategy back to Guan in a letter to Liu Shuoyun for advice, and then less than half a day later, he received a letter of approval.

Liang Fenghou looked at the handwriting on the letterhead, the pen was vigorous and ruthless, and Liu Shuoyun's usual handwriting was very different, and at that moment he knew that Liu Shuoyun was definitely not in Manhongguan.

The scout reported that Liu Shuoyun had left Manhong Pass to the west in order to raise military rations.

This made Liang Fenghou's brows frown, because the military rations of the various departments of the front-line military camp had actually been cut off a few days ago.