When he was still thirty or forty paces from the city gate, someone hurried out of the city gate and strode towards the city.

Seeing the spring smile on the man's face from a distance, Zhao Wu'an felt helpless for a while.

"Zhao Jushi, don't come to harm!" Li Huanglai grabbed his hand enthusiastically.

Duan Taoli's eyes widened. Zhao Wu'an silently withdrew his hand and responded, "It's okay." ”

It has been nearly a year since Fuzhou was farewell. The day the two first met was also the first glow after the snow, and it is still vivid in my mind.

Mrs. An also asked at this time, "Is it your friend in Jinguan City?"

Zhao Wu'an nodded. If it weren't for people like Hu Buxi who could be called friends, then let the requirements be relaxed, and the person in front of him could barely be regarded as his friend.

But speaking of which, he has quite a few friends.

This obviously made Li Huanglai very happy, and hurriedly said: "Don't say anything else, everyone has worked hard all the way here, let's go to the city first!

Hu Buxi looked at this "friend of Zhao Wu'an" who he didn't know too well, and Duan Taoli pulled Zhao Wu'an aside: "What's going on? Why is Li Huanglai in Shuzhong?"

"It's a long story. Zhao Wu'an said briefly, "It's a coincidence that there is no book." ”

Summoning him to Shudi, the original intention was to let Li Huang come to the ears and eyes to be exposed to the profound Buddhism and compassion of the Ten Wish Monks, and to take care of Mo Dao by the way, but it seems that the two original intentions have not been achieved.

Approaching the city gate, Li Huanglai diligently sent two strings of copper coins to the officers and soldiers defending the city, saying that they were distant relatives returning to the province, and the group entered the city unimpeded.

"Speaking of which, what about Mo Dao?"

When Fuzhou City was separated, Mo Dao was only a half-grown child in Zhao Wu'an's opinion, and his bitterness and hatred were deeper because of the death of his best friend, and it was difficult to say whether he could pinch the dead chicken or not, so he entrusted Li Huang to take care of it. Unexpectedly, Xiongdao Baihui became a first-class master in one go, and he also won Hu Buxi and grabbed the knife, which gave him a lot of fright.

Speaking of this stubble, Li Huanglai was also a little helpless: "Don't mention it, not long after he left, he suddenly relapsed into a stubborn illness when he was a child, and he insisted on going back to Liuye Villa in the north of him, I couldn't stop him, so I let him go." ”

Stubborn disease?

Zhao Wu'an frowned.

"What's wrong?" Li Huanglai asked with an embarrassed smile, "I heard that he seems to have mixed well later, right? ”

Zhao Wu'an nodded silently, and said, "I just think it's a little strange." After all, it's not our business, it's better to forget about it. ”

Li Huanglai said angrily: "That's the reason. Oh, the restaurant in front of you is the restaurant where you are invited to dinner today, you're welcome, it's good to be in this Jinguan City, and I'm now a figure with a head and a face. ”

Zhao Wu'an pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

The group entered the restaurant in turn, and Li Huanglai pressed behind one by one, full of spring breeze.

Duan Taoli still looked at him with some doubts, and asked as he passed by, "Why did you come here?"

"Don't ask me. You have to praise Zhao Jushi for his clever layout. Li Huanglai said with a smile.

Duan Taoli was still a little hesitant in his heart, and stepped into the restaurant.

Li Huanglai turned around and was about to follow, and when he was about to enter the room, he paused intentionally or unintentionally, turned his head to a teahouse on the other side of the street, and looked at a closed window.

Behind the lattice window, someone closed the folding fan, took a sip of tea, and said lightly: "Twenty years, I finally found you." ”

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I haven't seen him for nearly a year, and Li Huanglai seems to be mixing well in Shudi, and a table of wine is also generous. During the banquet, except for Zhao Wu'an, everyone from afar to Shu drank some wine. Drunk and hazy, the flow of time is long.

During the conversation, I learned that Li Huang had almost only done two things in the past year since he came to Shu, selling cloth and planting trees.

When he first entered Shu, he was penniless, so he dropped the family heirloom jade he was wearing. The silk that is the most prevalent in Shu is fifteen carts when you buy it, and you are ready to break the kettle and sink the boat.

Starting from Jinguancheng, all the way to the small road and dangerous slopes, the mountain road is rugged, even the thieves do not want to patronize, arrived in Hanzhong ten days earlier than the official road, and sold out. Xu made a desperate determination, and this won the peak turn.

With spare money, the first thing is of course to redeem the previous peiyu, and almost all the rest is invested in the cultivation of mulberry trees.

The ten-mile mulberry forest outside Jinguan City has been neglected for many years, and it was originally a dead branch and a broken leaf, Li Huanglai began to take care of it for a year, and it gradually recovered in summer and autumn.

"You're early. Wait another two months, and the mulberry forest will bloom. The new leaves cover the old leaves, and the branches are luxuriant, which is sure to be very eye-catching. Li Huang's eyebrows fluttered.

Zhao Wu'an bowed lightly, "Trimming the mulberry forest, one can become a scene, and the other is to provide high-quality mulberry leaves, and the silk cloth output in Shu will definitely rise again in the coming year." You have a way to make money. ”

"These people in Shuzhong, life is too comfortable, especially in recent decades, under the care of Dongfang Lian Mo, even the silkworm industry has been abandoned, and only a few are still holding on. It's hard to say if I can take the opportunity and buy it together. Speaking of this, Li Huanglai seemed full of confidence.

"If that's the case, congratulations. Zhao Wu'an replaced the wine with tea and toasted Li Huanglai.

Li Huanglai hurriedly raised his glass in return, and said humbly: "It is also thanks to Zhao Jushi's words in Fuzhou City, that he was persuaded to open up in Xiamao, so that we have the current situation." ”

"Don't want to get back to your Li Tang?" Zhao Wu'an asked with a little jokingness.

"It's not that I don't want to. Li Huanglai shook his head and said, "But Zhao Song and Li Tang are no different to the common people, in the final analysis, we still can't let go." ”

After finishing speaking, the hand holding the lamp hung down slightly, and put down the wine bottle.

Zhao Wu'an also silently put back the teacup. There was a moment of silence.

Just when the rest of the people were drunk and half-drunk and half-awake, Li Huanglai suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Zhao Jushi, at today's dust washing banquet, there is another person, you must meet it." He's almost come to you. ”

"Specifically for me?"

Zhao Wu'an couldn't help but feel a little surprised. After 20 years of ups and downs in the rivers and lakes, how many benefactors and enemies he has almost broken cleanly, and now, who else will make a special trip to the door?

Li Huanglai had already stretched out his hand to open the door, leaned out, bowed, and said, "I've been waiting for a long time." ”

Footsteps were heard. When the man walked towards the back room, Li Huanglai said respectfully: "Rise and talk a little more, I didn't pay attention to the hour, I hope Mr. will forgive me." ”

There was a fan-folding sound, and then a voice that seemed to be even more lazy and shallow than Zhao Wu'an sounded: "It's okay." I've been waiting for twenty years, and I don't care about these two sticks of incense. ”

Zhao Wu'an's posture suddenly froze at that moment. He looked up in disbelief and looked at the doorway where Li Huanglai was standing.

Folding fan crane crane, Confucian crown green shirt. On the jade-like white face, a pair of deep eyes are demonic.

Zhao Wu'an gasped and couldn't help but stand up, his fingertips trembling slightly.

The corner of the man's mouth hooked and said, "So shocked that you can't even speak?"

During the banquet, everyone raised their heads one after another and looked at the strange man who suddenly appeared at the banquet, most of them with a little confusion in their eyes.

Hu Buxi, who drank the most, suddenly became a few points more energetic the moment he saw him, and reached out to touch the beard knife on his waist.

Zhao Wu'an hurriedly raised his hand and stopped Hu Buxi's movements.

Then he gasped lightly, glanced at Li Huang, and asked, "You deceived me? To lay a foundation in Shudi, you actually relied on this person's strategy?"

Li Huang was stunned for a while, and he didn't know what to say.

How could the person holding the folding fan be someone else, it was the one who had a lot to do with Xie Hui, who made the leaves to the Great Song Dynasty, and the great minister who had been chasing Zhao Wu'an for twenty years, Yuwen was lonely.

In the early years, this name was tantamount to chasing souls to Zhao Wu'an, but Li Huanglai respected him as a gentleman.

Although in terms of status, Yuwen Guhang can indeed afford the word Mr. in front of anyone in the two dynasties, but Zhao Wu'an always feels uncomfortable when he hears it.

"It's been a long time, Zhao Wu'an. Yuwen Guhang spit out Zhao Wu'an's name from his lips as if spitting, "You were able to enter the first grade before the age of thirty, and it didn't disappoint me too much." It's a pity that compared with Luo Jianqi, it's still too late. ”

Zhao Wu'an stared at him coolly, "What are you doing here?"

He was indeed a master and apprentice.

In the palace where the sun does not shine in the leaf-making country, the nameless slave sits opposite the national teacher. He shook his fan and bowed down, word by word, and unreservedly revealed his half-life skills of governing the country and self-cultivation, and taught it to the children in front of him who were still ignorant.

However, the grace of his childhood teaching could not make Zhao Wu'an forgive him for provoking the war between the two dynasties and taking the fate of millions of people with his hands.

"I'm going to ask you a question. Yuwen Guhang shook his fan gently, "Which side of the person are you now, Da Song, or making leaves?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Zhao Wu'an asked coldly.

Li Huanglai sighed: "Zhao Jushi, Mr. Yuwen is not here to make things difficult for you......

"Shut up. Zhao Wu'an glanced at him, "We'll talk about you later." ”

Li Huanglai hurriedly stopped, and was silent for a while.

Yuwen smiled bitterly: "Yes, Zhao Wu'an has grown up, has a brother and wife, and no longer has to live as a Jialan Anxulie, and he will be promoted to a first grade, and he will no longer have to worry about the pursuit that may appear at any time." Can you sleep well at night now? Are you happy?"

Zhao Wu'an secretly clenched his fists.

Yuwen Gu Sen sneered: "You're not happy, are you? You will never be able to escape your fate, as long as this sword box is on your body, you will always be bound to the myth left by Luo Jianqi, and you will not be able to escape." ”

Zhao Wu'an said angrily: "Are you here to laugh at me!?"

"Of course not. Actually, quite the opposite. ”

Yuwen put away the fan and said in a positive way.

"I'm here to give you relief. ”