Guan Ji returned to her room in the post house. After lighting the candle, she put down her knife and sat on the couch in a daze for a while, muttering to herself.
If you get closer, you will hear her reciting exactly the two sentences Feng Yong said just now: A general's achievements will cause thousands of bones to wither, and he regrets teaching his husband to find a title.
After reading it several times, I shook my head, frowned, and thought to myself, these two sentences have neither a predecessor nor a successor, and I don’t know if they were originally in the article "The Road to Shu".
After thinking for a while, I really had no idea, so I raised some bamboo slips in my hand and looked at them. Only one of them was engraved with words, and the other three were blank.
She carefully wiped off the dirt on the bamboo slips and touched her body. Only then did she realize that her knife and pen seemed to have been thrown away on the city wall.
It seems that I have to go to the city wall to search again tomorrow. I wonder if they fell under the city wall?
It's just that I have to find a way to engrave those two sentences tonight, otherwise I will have to forget them tomorrow. But where can I find a pen and knife at this time?
I was secretly worried when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"who?"
"Go back to Lady Guan. This maid is sent by the Lord to bring food to Lady Guan."
Guan Ji heard the voice of Feng Yong's personal maid, and immediately went to open the door. As expected, she saw Amei standing outside with food.
Facing Guan Ji's puzzled gaze, Amei bowed slightly to salute Guan Ji and explained: "The Lord said that Madam Guan must be exhausted today, so she sent her maid to bring some food."
After entering the house and setting out the food, Amei pursed her lips and smiled again: "The master also confessed behind Zhao Langjun's back that Mrs. Huang didn't have chicken soup. If Mrs. Guan wanted to take revenge, the maid would send some more tomorrow morning. When the chicken soup and chicken come, Mrs. Huang will definitely not be able to match Mrs. Guan’s physical strength at that time, so it’s a good opportunity for revenge.”
Guan Ji was stunned after hearing this and thought for a while before she realized what was going on. Her face suddenly turned slightly red.
Feeling ashamed and annoyed, I thought to myself that I said I was weak just to gain face in front of that person, so as not to let him underestimate me. I didn't expect him to be so concerned.
Then he thought that he had found a far-fetched reason that could actually make him remember it seriously, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Of course, in the end, Guan Ji naturally rejected Feng Yong's offer to bring her breakfast tomorrow morning, but she asked Amei to send a message back.
"Knife and pen?" Feng Yong touched his chest with some guilt, and said to Amei who came back to send a message, "Don't I have my luggage? Just give it to Madam Guan."
After all, Wang Ping did not rush into Yang'an Pass before the gate was closed, so he had to find a place outside the pass to make do with it all night. Fortunately, it was only autumn and not winter yet. He lit a fire, so he could survive. past.
Early the next morning, the two found a mountain stream, washed their faces carefully, changed into another set of clothes, and then walked towards the pass.
"He Muxi, can I really go in that place?"
Muwuzhe, the leader of the small tribe, followed Wang Ping timidly, looked at Xiongguan in front of him, and said with some fear.
In places where Han people gather, there are many places where Qiang people cannot go. Especially at passes like this, if one approaches these without permission, the Han soldiers guarding them will kill them directly.
Therefore, except for specific places designated by the government, they always contacted Han businessmen in the wild to exchange some daily necessities.
Of course, this situation is not only for the Qiang people, but for everyone except the Han people.
"Don't worry, Muwuzhe. The man I took you to see was sent by the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty to Hanzhong to supervise the reclamation. He has won the trust of the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, so the soldiers did not dare to embarrass the people he wanted to see. .”
"Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty? Isn't the greatest among the Han people the emperor?" Muwuzhe asked strangely.
"The emperor is still young, so the prime minister is in charge of all affairs of the Han Dynasty."
"According to what you said, he is a noble person. Is it really okay if I am empty-handed? I once heard the leaders of the big tribes say that the noble people of the Han people like others to give them things."
Wang Ping chuckled and glanced at Muwuzhe: "Muwuzhe, I told you before I came here. That noble man is a disciple of a master. He will not look at ordinary things in the world. On the contrary, he has wisdom that other people do not have. As long as he is willing, he can get the wealth in the world at his fingertips."
Feng Yong got up on time in the morning, washed up, and was doing stretching exercises in his room. Amei came in and reported to him the news that an adult who claimed to be Wang Langjun had brought a Qiang man and was outside the hospital. waiting.
"Great!" Feng Yong was doing the "Nine Ghosts Drawing the Sword" move at this time, which is to put his left and right hands behind his back in a hugging position, as if drawing a sword. At this time, he heard the news from Amei, and no one Be careful, you almost dislocated your arm.
He grinned at the pain, waved his hand casually, and hurried out the door.
"I feel really guilty for making General Wang work so hard!"
Before anyone arrived, Feng Yongyi bowed from afar.
Although he had changed his clothes, Wang Ping could not hide the look of dust and exhaustion on his face.
When he got closer and saw clearly, Feng Yong was moved again and bent down to salute again: "Just for my words, I never thought that General Wang would hide in the mountains for such a long time. I am so grateful that I can't describe it!"
Seeing Feng Yong making two big gifts in a row, Wang Ping felt a little moved and grinned, thinking that Feng Langjun had a straightforward personality and was no better than his colleagues when dealing with him.
At the same time, he was secretly ashamed, but it was a pity that he had failed Feng Langjun in his regard.
Thinking of this, Wang Ping's face darkened again, and he turned away slightly: "I can't bear this great gift from Feng Langjun. Wang has a heavy responsibility!"
"I deserve it. Why can't I say it? No matter what happens in the end, I can deserve this gift because of General Wang's affection."
Feng Yong saw the Qiang people behind Wang Ping and heard Wang Ping's words. He already had some confidence in his heart. He probably would only attract fewer people, but Wang Ping's intention was as important as Mount Tai, you have to take it.
Wang Ping let out a long sigh and returned the gift with his hand: "The more Feng Langjun behaves like this, the more ashamed he makes me. I went to Guan to talk about the Qiang people, and found about a dozen tribes, large and small, and promised to go down to the plains to graze their herds. Liao Liao few. , I am afraid that Feng Langjun will be disappointed."
"What's the point of disappointment? I'm just kindly reminding you that General Wang also cares about his old friends. If they don't listen, they will regret it later and come to ask for help. I'm afraid it will be too late."
Feng Yong smiled slightly, but felt great hatred in his heart.
Damn these bastards, if you don’t eat the toast, you’ll be fined with alcohol! When I finish my arrangements in Hanzhong, see how I deal with you!
"Feng Langjun, please don't comfort Mr. Wang." Wang Ping obviously regarded Feng Yong's words as comforting words, and did not intend to dwell on it. He turned sideways and introduced to Feng Yong, "This person's name is Mu Wuzhe is a small-headed man. There used to be more than 300 tribesmen, but now there are only about 200 people left, who are willing to go down the mountain to feed Feng Langjun."
