"You're not curious, why did I come to Beiliang?"

Zhang Sohao, who was nailed to the wall, raised his head weakly, and a playful look appeared in his eyes.

"Huh."

Sitting on the carved wooden chaise longue, the old scholar did not have any curiosity at all, but poured the wine in the teacup into the pot, and the spirit talisman appeared, and the water washed the teacup, and also took away the smell of wine inside.

"It's my business."

Leaning back, the old pedant put his hands behind his head with great relaxation, swaying, and looking leisurely:

"I'm just too pedant, and you pickled things have nothing to do with me. If it weren't for Zhou Li's kid who was afraid that you would be killed, and asked me to take care of you, I would still talk nonsense with this thing? ”

The old scholar didn't intend to pay attention to Zhang Sohao at all, or rather, like Zhou Li, what he liked most was to look at others with a confused face, and he still laughed and didn't say anything, which made the other party anxious and then turned over himself.

But Zhang Sohao was different, he didn't seem to care about the old pedant's response, he just looked at the old man under the moon in a daze, his eyes were constantly intertwined with confusion and thought, as if he was trying to recall something.

The old pedant didn't say anything, just closed his eyes, and the slightly moist evening breeze blew very comfortably, as if he didn't want to make people think too much.

"Why are you in Beiliang?"

Unable to suppress the doubts in his heart, Zhang Suohao held his spirit and said:

"The arrow you just had, even a border general can't do it, you are not weak, and a pedantic official position is not worth your hard work. The great husband was born in heaven and earth, how can he be depressed and live under the people for a long time? Old gentleman, you let me go, and I will give you the position of General Sipinbian. ”

"There are soldiers, there is real power, don't you want to contribute to the Ming Dynasty? I can beg my brother-in-law to give you 3,000 battalions of soldiers, and the Shenji battalion can also be, and I can give you whatever you want. ”

"Money, power, soldiers, don't you warriors just want these things? I have everything, and I will give you as much as you want. ”

Zhang Sohao began to be a little hysterical, his eyes were red, his voice was rough, and he kept whispering:

"Why are you holding me back? Why?! You scheming warriors don't know what I'm going to do! Jianwen's orphan is in Beiliang! Do you know that once the King of Han gets Jianwen's orphan, the Ming Dynasty will fall into war again! ”

The old pedant is still unmoving, as steady as Mount Tai. Even if the four absolutely forbidden words of Jianwen's orphan appeared in his ears, he didn't take it to heart at all, and the wind was light.

"Crazy, all crazy."

Weakly lowering his head, Zhang Sohao hung his arms in despair and stopped talking.

"You're stalling for time."

Suddenly, the old scholar stood up, he looked at Zhang Sohao, who hung his head and said nothing, as if he had thought of something, and his eyes were full of dragon and tiger. He walked quickly to Zhang Sohao and pinched his head.

Then, there is a face of madness and cruelty.

"You recognize me."

The old pedant stared at Zhang Sohao's eyes, his eyes were like torches, and he said sharply: "The Thirteen Cities of the Northern Ring Road have long been in the bag of the King of Han, do you dare to mention Jianwen's orphan under his nose?!" ”

"Heh, hehehe..."

Zhang Sohao grinned at the corners of his mouth, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his bruised face. He looked at the old pedant in front of him and laughed hysterically.

"Hahahahaha!"

The old scholar didn't give Zhang Sohao a chance to continue pretending, and directly smashed his fist on his lower abdomen, and suddenly, the sharp pain made Zhang Sohao curl up, but the feather arrow nailed to the shoulder blade tore his wound.

"If you don't make a move... I don't recognize you at all..."

Raising his head weakly, Zhang Sohao trembled and smiled:

"The courage is shocking to Hebei, and the famous town is in Shuzhong. Unexpectedly, General Zhengyi Pintian, who fell into the scorching sun with a bow and was like the reincarnation of Hou Yi, would survive in such a border deserted city. ”

"Say, what the hell are you going to do?!"

At this time, the old pedant's whole person was like a demon killed in a sea of blood, and the blood qi and killing intent around his body were almost solidified, which was suffocating. But for some reason, this time, Zhang Sohao was no longer afraid.

Laughing sarcastically, Zhang Sohao raised his head weakly, looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and whispered dreamily:

"Like a dream, like a dream. In the 30 years of the DPRK, how many people wanted to kill me, but I sat firmly in Diaoyutai. I didn't expect that I would be planted in the hands of a nobody. What I didn't expect was that I didn't lose unjustly, this Beiliang is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. ”

Lowering his head, looking at the old pedant, and pulling the corners of his mouth, Zhang Sohao seemed to want to laugh, but he couldn't. He looked at the old pedant and said softly, "If you don't count, what day is today?" ”

Day?

August 18···

Midyear Festival!

Suddenly, the old pedant's eyes were cold, and he grabbed Zhang Sohao's throat tightly, with a chill in every word: "What are you talking about?!" ”

"Lu Youzhong, are you familiar with this name?"

Pulling the corners of his mouth, Zhang Suohao looked at the old pedant, and his voice was like a tattered bellows: "In the twenty-first year of Yongle, he found me and exchanged 100,000 taels of silver for an official position." I gave it to him, and gave him the county order of Beiliang. ”

Lu Youzhong didn't expect that Beiliang was barbaric and poor, and he couldn't earn back the 10,000 taels of silver. Even if he privately gave a murderous loan, robbed people's houses, and worked hard for seven years, he didn't get back the 100,000 taels. On the contrary, there are quite a few more rides. ”

As if mocking Lu Youzhong, Zhang Sohao said with a sad smile:

"Eventually, the old thing couldn't take it anymore. He coveted the Ghast Soul Jade in the capital, and was worried that I would not share with him. Therefore, Lu Youzhong colluded with the son of the prime minister, wanting to secretly extract the essence of the Northern Liang people and make a priceless [beauty trick] that can even make people become immortals. ”

With a sneer, Zhang Sohao seemed to be sighing, and as if mocking, he said slowly:

"Should I say it or not, Lu Youzhong is bold in the end. In order to create a beauty trick, he even secretly ordered private soldiers to dig out an underground camp in the south of Beiliang City. ”

Externally, he said that this was for military training, and internally, he sacrificed the captured virgins alive in this underground camp, suppressed their souls with the city of Beiliang, and waited for the opportunity to plunder the vitality of the entire Beiliang. With only one year to go, Lu Youzhong's plan succeeded, he could obtain a million-dollar fortune, and the prime minister's son could also attain immortality. It's a pity that you still noticed it. ”

Raising his eyes, Zhang Sohao looked weird, and said with a strange smile:

"It is estimated that this Lu Youzhong did not expect that in a dilapidated and deserted city in the north, there would be a heavenly general who likes to pretend to be a pedant. No wonder this Lu Youzhong ended up beheaded by the whole family, and the prime minister's son also died, but..."

"As for you, you don't know much about the evil formation. Otherwise, you would have completely blocked the north and south of Liang back then, or even destroyed it, instead of staying there and leaving me a backhand. ”

The corners of Zhang Suohao's mouth are grinning, and with his blue and purple face, he looks like a clown. He stared at the old pedant in front of him, who had his head bowed and couldn't see clearly, and laughed maniacally:

"Dead man's knife, dead man's knife! If the soul of the heart was taken away from the Midyear Festival, and the soul of the dead man's knife was eaten by the beauties who had been suppressed for several years, guess how bloody Beiliang would be? What a wonderful view! ”

"Your self-righteous student will be torn to shreds!"

(End of chapter)