Hong Ze sat quietly on the big tree in the backyard of the Duke's mansion.
Looking through the leafy treetops and looking into the water chestnut window, Princess Danyang was eating her meal gracefully but not at all slowly.
Gululu——
After another bout of intestinal rumbling in his stomach, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, laughing at himself in his heart.
As a dignified fourth-grade Zhonglang general, he is in charge of the imperial guards on the left side of the imperial palace and assists in leading the palace gate guards. Today, he didn't just sneak over the wall and sneak into other people's backyards like Xiaoxiao. Now I am still hungry, spying on other family members from a high position...
Really, after a few days of bad luck, did he finally start to let himself down? It was so easy to be convinced by a little girl.
Wow, speaking of it, this seems to be the second time?
But the corners of his mouth just turned up helplessly, and his whole body suddenly became tense.
The next moment, he jumped up silently on the spot, turned around on his heels, and neatly pulled out the dagger in his boot. His movements were smooth and fluid, and only brought up a gust of breeze.
And the moment it gently fell back onto the branch, the light of the knife in Hong Ze's hand had already been swung to the other side behind the tree trunk.
"Who is coming? Come out!"
Because the other party arrived quietly and showed no hostile or murderous intent, it was obvious that he was not a guard of the Duke's Mansion.
While Hong Ze was on guard, he left some room for his actions. At the same time, he who shouted in a low voice did not want to reveal his whereabouts, lest he be caught by the people from the Duke's Mansion below.
As a last resort, even though his old face is not outstanding, he still wants it.
Fortunately, the other party also cooperated. He used resistance and clever dismantling methods in the first confrontation, and did not make much noise. And when Hong Ze shouted in a low voice, he relaxed again.
Tsk, this technique of splitting moves and breaking moves seems a bit familiar.
As soon as Hong Ze thought about it, he heard a slow greeting coming from behind the tree trunk.
"Lao Hong, it's me."
When the last two words with a smile came out, the person behind the tree trunk also took a step forward, obviously intending to lean over.
And this kind of frivolity seems to be full of sincerity. As far as Hong Ze knows, this is the only one in Beijing, and there is no other semicolon!
Sure enough, the person who turned around the next moment was none other than Han Qinglan.
At the beginning of the fight with Hong Ze, although he felt familiar with him, he vaguely guessed that he was a bad friend. But the two of them hadn't discussed each other for too long, so they were really unsure.
After confirming at this moment, when Hong Ze let out a groan, he turned his hand and advanced instead of retreating. Without hesitation, a punch was delivered in the blink of an eye.
"Why?!"
Han Qinglan was caught off guard. But the expression of shock on his face has not faded away, and his dexterous body shape to dodge, and his men's posture of showing off every move are not messed up at all.
"Hey, hey, Lao Hong, are you drunk? Or are you dizzy from hunger? Tsk, you can't even recognize me. You seem to be more drunk than last time."
While teasing each other, Han Qinglan tore off a piece of bark.
The moment they fought again, he made a feint and then immediately took it off his hands, launching it towards the lush branches in the middle of another tree dozens of steps away.
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The sound is like a blunt instrument hitting an iron pillar, or like the distant sound of evening drums and morning bells in a temple, echoing like ripples in this forest land.
Although the layout of the backyard of Songhetang is simple, it looks like just a forest, with two or three bushes, and a few deer, cranes, birds and other animals scattered among them.
But in fact, everything is low-key but full of luxury.
Not to mention the flying creatures, all of them are rare birds. Even among the deer that occasionally shuttle through the forest, there are at least two or three varieties, varying in height.
What may seem like the most ordinary forest trees elsewhere, in the backyard of Songhetang, are also ebony trees that are at least decades old, as well as two iron trees that are rare in the world.
Among them, ebony is difficult to find, and seedlings less than ten years old are extremely difficult to survive. There is even a joke in the market: "Half a square of ebony at home is worth more than a box of treasures." This shows that it is precious and rare, and it is also rumored to have a magical effect on the house.
To the world, Ironwood is even more of a legendary existence. Just because once this thing grows up, it will be a rare talent for building a house. Moreover, the beams and inner columns of the beautiful buildings in the imperial palace must be made of this kind of stuff.
But at this time, what Han Qinglan and Hong Ze stepped on was one of the two iron trees. The other one was just hit by Han Qinglan's "dart".
In a quiet environment with towering ancient trees, such an unexpected and strange sound immediately frightened away the wild birds resting in the forest.
In the blink of an eye, the sound of chirping and flapping wings was heard endlessly, and the exchange of blows between the two people also stopped at the same moment.
In the corridor, the two servants who had just stared at the calm wind in the tree crown were immediately relieved of their doubts and fears after this sound. Laughing, he continued to move further away.
"...Really, what? It scared me. I thought Qingtian Bairi was haunted."
"No. Why don't you give that stupid deer another place?"
In the beginning, Hongze also stopped because of the strange sound.
But when he walked out curiously, he immediately noticed his feet due to his condescending position and wide field of vision. The elk was grinding its antlers against a tree, and the two young men who had gone from shock to smile, chatted and walked away gradually.
After thinking about it for a while, he had a clue in his mind and gave up his plan to vent his anger on Han Qinglan. Anyway, most of his anger was dissipated at this moment.
After that, Hongze simply sat on the ground and leaned back against the tree. He continued to stare at Princess Danyang from the window lattice, completely ignoring the person just a few feet away from him.
Han Qinglan touched her nose and smiled bitterly.
I had to be very honest and walked to Hong Ze, sat cross-legged next to him, and looked quietly into the window together.
After a while, Hong Ze couldn't bear this strange situation, and he said harshly and harshly:
"Sit farther away! You two gentlemen are sitting so close together, and it's noon. Don't you feel too hot?"
Han Qinglan was secretly happy when she heard this, but her face only showed resentment.
Blinking his big watery eyes, he turned his head and looked deeply at Hong Ze, and also whispered in a soft tone:
"But I just escaped from death, and I am exhausted. If I sit too far away and accidentally fall asleep, you can save me..."
Before Han Qinglan could finish speaking, Hong Ze couldn't bear it and punched him hard.
"Are you tired? If you can't talk properly, just go back to where you came from!"
Han Qinglan grinned and rubbed the shoulder that was hit, laughed silently, shook her head and said:
"Hiss, you are really ruthless. Poor brother, I have gone through fire and water for you today. Alas, I only got a fist."
At the mention of this, Hong Zegang became angry again. He turned his head and glared at Han Qinglan, gritted his teeth and said:
"How dare you say that?! Let me ask you, is there something that happened today that was based on the plan you told me? Especially, how dare you, how dare you..."
After Han Qinglan heard this, she immediately raised her hands and pressed them down gently, while laughing and saying:
"Don't be angry, don't be angry, brother, I've been punched in the face, so I have to make amends. Forgive me, forgive me."
At the end of the sentence, he did not forget to raise his hand, and his attitude was rare and correct.
