When Guan Yiming came out of the tent, he felt depressed and couldn't understand it for a while.
Simply, he put on his casual clothes, left the camp, and headed towards the city.
At the moment of the war, the defeat in the past few days made people in the city panic. From time to time, someone would roll up their luggage and want to leave the city. However, Cui Yuan gave an order and troops were posted at all intersections leaving the city. If you want to leave, there is really no way.
In the face of a great crisis, we still don’t want to appease the people. It’s no wonder that these mediocre people are placed above us. No wonder!
Guan Yiming felt unhappy but did not dare to speak out.
He has also read the message sent by Prince Fu's Mansion. The things listed there are truly horrifying. He practiced martial arts at a young age, was familiar with the art of war, and joined the army at a young age. He was not very clear about the affairs of the court. However, according to the memorandum, what Prince Jing did was really against the principles of a minister. Every time, thinking about the righteousness of the monarch and his ministers, he wanted to take off his skin, hide in the rivers and lakes, and become a happy knight. However, after all, he also has his own ideological limitations, and after all, he feels that something is wrong. As for what was wrong, it was not clear for a while.
"Waiter, bring me a pot of wine and cut another pound of beef!"
Sitting by the window of Wangjiang Tower, he shouted loudly, feeling depressed but somewhat relieved.
Not long after, the food and wine were ready. Looking at the hurried scene downstairs, he poured himself a bowl of wine.
"The world is in chaos, but in the end, the people will suffer the most!"
He was talking to himself, and unconsciously, he felt a little sad again.
Today, there are not many people drinking in Wangjiang Tower. Apart from him, there are only two or three tables of guests in the huge upstairs. On the table in the meantime, there were two people looking towards Guan Yiming frequently.
"Brother, drinking alone is boring, why not drink for fun?"
At this time, a scholar in white clothes, holding a wine bottle, sat opposite Guan Yiming with a smile.
"Go!"
Guan Yiming was already troubled and wanted to be alone, so he instinctively waved his hand to refuse, but when he raised his head, he couldn't help but froze.
The man in front of him had a handsome face, picturesque features, and an irresistible aura in his smile. How often do you see such good-looking people on a daily basis?
Of course, Guan Yiming didn't have the habit of Long Yang, but when he saw this person, there were strange ripples in his heart.
"Sit, sit down!"
Just as he finished saying "Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go."
Chi!
The scholar in white smiled mischievously, sat down gracefully, and stared at Guan Yiming with his beautiful eyes.
"Brother, you are too stingy. How can you drink with just a little bit of beef!?"
This statement made Guan Yiming feel embarrassed.
"Waiter, bring some more dishes, pick something delicious and serve it!"
He has always been heroic, and the gestures and gestures of this scholar in front of him make people feel comfortable. Since drinking alone is boring, having someone to accompany you is also a wonderful thing.
Soon, several plates of exquisite dishes were placed on the table.
The scholar in white was not polite, picked up the chopsticks, and picked up a chopstick.
At this moment, Guan Yiming saw that his skin was as white as jade and his hands were slender, and he was even more surprised.
What man can be like this?
However, although he was curious, he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He picked up the wine bowl and took a sip.
"Brother, I'm eating indecently, making you laugh!"
The scholar in white put down his chopsticks, pursed his lips and smiled again.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, we are all children of the world, why should we be coy!"
Although Guan Yiming said this, his eyes were lowered and he did not dare to look directly at him.
"About Ji, haha, brother, please forgive me for asking, how should I call you?"
The scholar in white smiled, his eyes never leaving Guan Yiming's face.
