When the news of Duo's death reached Zhang Junlin's ears, it was already past the first seven.

"Miduo died with the former prince?"

Zhang Junlin was cutting rice and was shocked when he heard the news of this thunderous man.

The prince in ancient times was indeed a high-risk occupation.

Either by his brother or by Lao Tzu, Mi Yuan is even more pitiful, Lao Tzu is going to be karma and take him away directly, belongs to the kind that sees his head die at the foot of the throne.

"Mi Yuan must be dead, although I haven't seen this Mi Duo, but I'm glad that he was unlucky, and he met Xiao Shuo, who is more powerful and stronger than him, otherwise, Nanyue will definitely be cut to death by Mi Duo's soft knife."

The ruthless and scheming old emperor is close to the "demon".

Fortunately, he died when South Vietnam was peaceful, and he also died during the crisis of Western Chu.

"Your Majesty, are we going to visit his enthronement ceremony as requested by Qi Neng?"

"Go, why don't you go."

If the investment is rewarded, why don't you go to waste?

"It's just a pity that there is no chaos within Western Chu, although the Northwest Battlefield was lost, but the foundation is still there, and this kind of death of Qi Duo directly extended the life of the overlord of Western Chu who was about to be divided for ten years."

Zhiyi listened to His Majesty's words, revealing a confused look.

As Mi Neng said above, Mi Duo was killed by Mi Yuan, is there anything unusual about this way of dying?

"Mi Neng cleaned up the mess left by Mi Yuan and ascended the throne in three months, and I don't know if Nanfeng can deliver the letter to Baicao Valley in these three months."

His enthronement has not yet been held.

Although it is not bad for that set of processes, the sense of ritual is used to show the whole country, and it must be there.

If the people of Baicao Valley do not agree to his marriage with Chanyi and do not leave the valley, he can only cook the raw rice and cook it first.

Even if a foolproof plan is taken, in order to prevent accidents, before leaving for Western Chu, you have to leave the fire that continues the vitality of South Vietnam.

"Your Majesty, was I so slow to deliver messages before?"

Nanfeng's voice suddenly appeared behind him, so frightened that the sickle in Zhang Junlin's hand almost didn't hold it steadily.

"Nanfeng, can you say hello in advance when you appear in the future?"

“……”

As a shadow-like secret guard, if he talks a lot like His Majesty, he will be at the end of his life.

Zhang Junlin turned around after complaining, and just wanted to ask if the letter was sent to Baicao Valley, if anyone replied or something.

Suddenly, a familiar and unfamiliar face leaned over his face, making him hold his breath and not dare to breathe.

"Looks okay."

After looking at him, the other party only commented on these shallow four words.

Zhang Junlin only regarded this as a compliment, but he smiled silently.

The young man in front of him looked like he was about thirty, especially those eyes that were clear and clear, ignoring the mundane dust, and he was three points similar to Su Chanyi's appearance.

Before confirming the identity of the other party, of course, he couldn't answer rashly, so he could only ask in a proper manner: "Who are you?" ”

"Your father-in-law."

“……”

Zhang Junlin is rarely choked up and speechless.

Nanfeng, who brought the person, saw his deflated expression, pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, and hurriedly dodged away.

When Zhang Junlin finally accepted that there was an old man who didn't look much younger than him, the other party was reporting to his family again.

"My name is Su Rendong, the valley master of Baicao Valley, I agreed to your request to marry my daughter Chanyi."

"Once the sea is difficult for water, except that Wushan is not a cloud, I understand what you mean, and I believe that you will not live up to Chanyi, in order to ensure that you will not change your mind, I specially arranged for Mrs. to gather all the people who are willing to be born in Baicao Valley to Nanyue, and those who are not willing to be born are still being persuaded to come."

My father-in-law, alas, what you believe is not in line with your actual actions.

After Su Rongdong finished speaking, he stared at Zhang Junlin with deep meaning.

"Monarch Zhang, do you know what I mean?"

Understand.

"Don't worry, old man, if I fail Chan Yi one day, I don't need you to do it, I will find a knife to wipe my neck, so as not to stain your hands."

“……”

This time, it was Su Honeysuckle who choked.

On the letter, I saw the words written by my daughter, as well as the poem written by Zhang Junlin at the end.

He also thought that this new monarch of South Vietnam was a person who liked to go on the platform, but he didn't expect it to be quite lively.

Look at the age again......

"How old are you?"

"It's almost seventeen."

Zhang Junlin smiled honestly.

"I'm old, I probably look almost twenty."

In this era, teenagers have already started a family, and sixteen-year-old children can make soy sauce.

"It's normal to work in the wind and sun every day, and look old."

Su Rongdong evaluated it very objectively.

But when Zhang Junlin saw the old man in front of him who was supposed to be middle-aged but was about the same age as himself, he always felt that this sentence was full of ridicule.

Forget it, it's pointless to worry about whether the father-in-law is like a father or a brother.

"Old man ......"

"The queen's father should be called the national master."

Su Rongdong reminded with a headache.

He pretended to escape, and wanted to try his daughter's status in Zhang Junlin's heart by means of rudeness.

Didn't think about it.

Zhang Junlin, this kid is really jumping out, a mouthful of an old man, shouting that he wants to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"Lord Guozhang, when will my mother-in-law come?"

“…… I don't know what she's going to do, what? ”

"Oh, I heard that you love to drink, but your mother-in-law often won't let you drink, if she comes a few days late, I will let your treasured wine drink enough."

To please the father-in-law, any smart son-in-law knows how to do it.

Really.

Su Rongdong's eyes lit up, and he looked at Zhang Junlin, who was smiling badly, and suddenly laughed dumbly: "Monarch Zhang, you are really slippery, if you have the idea of getting drunk with me, I advise you not to waste your efforts." ”

When Su Honeysuckle was young, he had a nickname in the valley - the god of wine.

Literally, when it comes to drinking, he is a god-like being, with no opponents.

"Has Lord Guozhang ever drunk Zhenzhou Baigan?"

Zhang Junlin laughed even more.

Su Rendong thought for a while: "I have drunk a lot of rice wine and fruit brew from Zhenzhou, what kind of wine is this Baigan?" ”

"A wine that is stronger than them, and of course, my treasured wine tastes better than the white dry."

Zhang Junlin put down the sickle in his hand, beckoned the soldiers next to him to help him sweep his tail, and then dared to hook the shoulders of the prospective old man.

Su Rongdong glanced at Zhang Junlin, but the latter didn't see it, and the two walked towards the house of Huangzhuang with their shoulders hooked.

"Dad, I will personally cook and greet you, give you the most tensile meat and drink the strongest wine, and ensure that you will definitely not lose by marrying the best daughter to me."

“……”

Su Honeysuckle didn't react.

I haven't heard the title of Lord Guozhang yet, how did I become a father?

Zhang Junlin, this kid really doesn't recognize life.

"Dad, I heard Chanyi say that you like to eat hares the most, you sit here and drink some wine to cushion your stomach, and I will hunt a few hares and make you a table of rabbit meat to eat."

Ten rabbit meat to eat?

Sounds delicious.

Su Honeysuckle was pressed on the shoulders and sat on the chair.

Zhang Junlin deliberately picked out a small jar of three-pound low-alcohol white dry wine from the corner.

"Dad, don't drink the rest of the wine jar, be careful of getting drunk."

"You know, how long you can catch rabbits."

Su Rongdong glanced at the remaining two small jars of wine, and thought disapprovingly: Drunk?

These three small jars of wine together can't drink him slightly drunk.

The young man is still young and has little knowledge.