In the spring of the thirteenth year of the Tang Empire's Apocalypse, it rained in Weicheng.

This military border city located at the northwest end of the vast territory of the empire, in order to prevent the invasion of barbarians on the steppe, the earthen walls in all directions were extremely thick, and it looked like a solid earthen enclosure.

In the dry season, the floating earth on the earthen wall will be blown by the northwest wind and the knife will drift in all directions, and then fall on the simple barracks, and fall on the soldiers, and the whole world will turn into an earthy yellow, and people will shake a sandstorm when they fall asleep and shake the covers.

In the spring drought, this rain came at the right time, and was warmly welcomed by the soldiers, and the rain from last night to this time washed away the dust on the roof, as if it also washed people's eyes a lot brighter.

At least Wang Shixiang's eyes were very bright at this time.

As the highest military governor of Weicheng, his attitude at this time was very humble, although he was a little dissatisfied with the yellow mud footprints on the precious blanket, but he disguised that dissatisfaction into a trace of consternation.

He bowed respectfully to the old man in a dirty robe next to the short table, and he whispered: "Respected lord, I don't know if the nobles in the tent have any other needs, if the nobles insist on leaving tomorrow, then I can send a hundred-man escort at any time, and I will immediately make a file at the military headquarters and pass it over." ”

The old man smiled gently, pointed to the figures in the tent, and shook his head to indicate that he had no opinion. At this moment, a cold and proud woman's voice came from the tent: "No need, run your own errand." ”

Early this morning, after the other party's convoy rushed into Weicheng in the rain, Wang Shixiang didn't take long to guess the identity of the noble man in the convoy, so he didn't have any opinion on the other party's pride and indifference, and he didn't dare to have any opinion.

The people in the tent were silent for a moment, and then suddenly spoke: "From Weicheng to the capital, the roads in this area of Minshan are difficult to travel...... You send me a guide from the army. ”

Wang Shixiang was stunned, instantly remembered a certain hateful guy, and responded with a smile: "There are ready-made candidates." ”

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Several lieutenants outside the barracks looked at each other, with different expressions on their faces, some regretful, some reluctant, some happy, and some shocked, but it was obvious that none of them thought that Ma Shixiang would choose to let that person be the guide of the nobleman.

"General, are you really going to let him go?" said one of the lieutenants in surprise.

Weicheng is not big, all the officers and non-commissioned officers together are not more than three hundred, the military camp far from the bustling area is sometimes more like a bandit nest, the so-called general is just the lowest level of a general, but Ma Shixiang is very strict in governing the army, or this Weicheng bandit leader likes to be called a general, so even if it is a daily conversation, the subordinates dare not forget to add the word general in their heads.

Ma Shixiang wiped the rain on his face, looked at the yellow-brown stagnant water around the barracks, and sighed with emotion: "You can't always leave him in this place where birds don't, the receipt of the recommendation letter has been down for almost half a year, and a good future is waiting for that kid, since he is going to the Capital Academy, just by the way, we can also send that noble man a favor by the way." ”

"I don't think that noble man appreciates it......," replied the lieutenant in annoyance.

The barracks door behind everyone was pushed open, and a handsome maid walked out, looked at Ma Shixiang and the captains and said coldly, "Take me to see the guide." ”

In the end, it is the personal servant of the noble, and in the face of the court generals, she does not hide her faint arrogance.

The prime minister's concierge, the nobleman's close maid, and the prince are the most troublesome characters in the officialdom. Ma Shixiang really didn't want to deal with this kind of person, so he said a few words of gossip at random, so he waved his hand to summon a lieutenant and told him to take this noble maid to find someone by himself.

The rain is temporarily stopped, the Weicheng after the light rain looks particularly fresh, the three or two willows on the side of the road are blooming with spring green, but although the scenery is good, the city is too small, and after walking a few steps, the captain led the maid to a barracks.

Listening to the noisy shouting and scolding and the sound of the order, the maid frowned slightly, thinking to herself that in broad daylight, someone dared to drink in the barracks? The curtain of the door was blown by the wind, and the voice inside suddenly became clear, and it was indeed a fist, but it was not a drinking fist -- listening to the content of the order, a trace of blush and anger flashed on the handmaiden's delicate face, and she secretly clenched the fist in her sleeve.

"Let's make a fist! Who is you! Who is me! Who is ......"

The filthy sound of the order replied back and forth and was noisy, but after a long time, the winner could not be distinguished, and the maidservant, whose expression became more and more annoyed and ugly, lifted the corner of the door curtain, and looked in with a very unkind look, and at first glance saw a young man on the opposite side of the square table.

The young man was about fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was wearing a standard cotton shirt common in the army, the front of the cotton shirt was full of oil, and his black hair was not known whether it was natural or because it had not been washed for several years, and it was a little frizzy, but the face was extremely clean, so that the eyebrows and eyes were particularly clear, and the freckles on the cheeks were also very clear.

"Who's you!"

Diametrically opposed to the filthy content of the punch, this young man's expression at this time was extremely focused and strict, not only did he not have the slightest obscene taste, but even his eyebrows and eyes revealed a bit of holy and noble meaning, his right hand kept gesturing rock-paper-scissors in front of him, punching like the wind, and the knife with killing intent, as if the victory or loss of this punch was more important than his own life.

A few green-headed flies with strong vitality that survived in the harsh environment of the northwest were constantly trying to land on the placket of the young man's oil-dyed cotton shirt, but they were always driven away by his fist and sword intent.

"I won!"

The long punch that seemed to drain all the air out of the lungs of the two men at the table was finally over, and the black-haired boy waved his right arm to declare his victory, smiling extremely happily, and a cute dimple appeared on his left cheek.

The young man's opponent refused to admit defeat, insisting that he finally changed his fist when shouting at whom, so the room suddenly fell into a fierce quarrel, and the soldiers watching the battle had their own positions and tendencies, and no one could convince anyone, and at this moment I didn't know whether it was a shout: "According to the old rules, listen to Sangsang!"

All eyes were on a corner of the room, where an eleven or twelve-year-old girl was carrying a bucket of water, short and thin, with a dark complexion, ordinary eyebrows, and the maid's suit that she had stolen from somewhere was obviously too loose, and her hem was constantly dragging on the ground, carrying a bucket that might be heavier than herself, and it was obviously very difficult.

The little maid named Sangsang put down the bucket and turned around, and the soldiers looked at her nervously, like high rollers in a casino waiting for the dealer to make the final dealer's offer, and it was clear that this was not the first time that this had happened.

The little maid frowned and glanced at the young man, then looked at the still indignant soldier on the other side of the table, and said expressionlessly: "In the twenty-third round, you cut and he punched, but you said him, so you had already lost at that time." ”

There was a burst of laughter in the room, and the crowd dispersed, and the soldier gave the money with a scolding grin, and the young man smiled happily and took the money, wiped it with his hand on the grease stain on his chest, and then patted the other man on the shoulder as a sincere comfort.

"If you want to open some, the whole Weicheng ...... No, in this whole world, who can win against me Ning Que?"

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(It was really pushed last week, unexpectedly, thank you.)

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