Yan Baichuan felt that something was wrong.
When I came, I was a scholar of one hundred and sixty-three. When I left, why was half the people standing across from me to see me off?
Forget about those big scholars who were just gang members, at worst they would move here, but why are there still a bunch of Wenchang Pavilion backbones who just handed in their resignations on the spot?
Chen Luo just said that Dongcang City's household registration is given priority, and Wenchang Pavilion is also qualified!
In the final analysis, I was so successful in shaping Zhuge Liang’s image that it backfired...
Yan Baichuan looked at the former Wenchang Pavilion scholars one by one. All the scholars met Yan Baichuan's gaze and opened their mouths to explain.
"Wen Xiang, you know me. The scenery in Dongcang is pleasant, the wind is warm and the sun is... uh-huh, it's my... uh-huh, my favorite place." Facing the barbarian who came towards me like a knife slicing his face. "Wind," Confucian A opened his mouth and said, the strong wind howled and poured into his mouth. If the Confucian was not full of energy, he would not be able to hear his words clearly.
"Wen Xiang, you know me well. I flew tens of thousands of miles from Zhongjing to Dongcang. I have to recuperate for more than ten years before I have the strength to fly back." Confucian Yi stopped his heart beating with righteousness and looked pale. said.
"Wen Xiang, you know me. I am alone for two years, and I just fell in love with a woman on the stage at first sight. I am willing to stay in Dongcang for the sake of friendship and spread my branches!" The great scholar Bing's face turned slightly red and he was a little shy.
"Wen Xiang, you know me. I made a prediction for myself. The fortune lies in the north. I should follow the destiny." The great scholar Ding said confidently.
Yan Baichuan let out a long sigh, glanced at the great scholars, and his eyes narrowed: "Head of the Confucius Institute, is it not appropriate for you to stay too?"
Kong Tianfang was stunned: "Huh? Oops, I accidentally stood on the wrong team. Mistake, mistake."
As he said that, Kong Tianfang suddenly appeared and stood behind Yan Baichuan, with a look of regret on his face.
"I've been keeping such a low profile, how come I was still discovered?"
Yan Baichuan glanced at the great scholar who was about to return with him, and thought about how outrageous half a day ago, hundreds of great scholars went to Dongcang, how wanton they were.
"Wen Xiang, what are you going to do here?"
"Go to Dongcang and kill Wen Shame!"
"What if you never come back?"
"I'll never come back!"
At this moment, there is only one voice circulating in Yan Baichuan's mind——
"Zhou Lang's clever plan to calm the world, he lost his wife and lost his troops!"
…
City Lord's Mansion.
Liu Jingzhuang put down the tea cup in his hand and asked, "Brother Chen, when Wen Xiang and the others leave, is it appropriate that you don't go and give them away?"
Chen Luo shook his head: "I wanted to send him off, but Wen Xiang slapped me back."
"He said he was worried and I said something else. In the end, he was the only one left to return to Zhongjing!"
Liu Jingzhuang laughed and did not mention the topic. Instead, he looked around and lowered his voice: "Brother Chen, I have a favor to ask of you."
Chen Luo immediately became vigilant and whispered: "Brother Liu, there are no brothels in Dongcang City!"
"It doesn't matter if it's a brothel or not. Brother Wei is very interested in your theater."
"A lot of old friends are here, and Brother Wei wants to join too!"
"I just like piles of makeup... No, I just like that fragrant atmosphere..."
Chen Luo looked at Liu Jingzhuang, this is... the general manager of Dongcang Grand Theater?
It's not impossible, it's just...
"Brother Liu, does Mengrui know that you want to stay in Dongcang?"
Liu Jingzhuang slapped his head: "Oh, that's bad. I even forgot that I have a daughter!"
"Just write a letter and tell her!"
Chen Luo: Bah, scumbag dad!
…
Under the barbaric sky.
From a small and inconspicuous tribe, a horse rushed into the tribe.
The barbarians in the tribe were not surprised by this, and they were busy with their own affairs.
The barbarian colt stopped in front of a tent. The barbarian on top of the barbarian colt turned down, walked to the tent, and said softly: "Ati, my master has news."
A lazy voice came from inside the barbarian tent: "Come in."
The barbarians opened the tent and saw a stunning barbarian woman leaning on a mat, holding a human book in her hand to read. Since Torhan, the ancestor of the barbarians, proposed to imitate the human race, naturally many human classics have been translated into barbarian languages and spread to the barbarian world. Of course, the barbarians will not gain any power from heaven by reading these classic articles. Some even have major deviations due to translation problems. Therefore, the nobles among the barbarians will specialize in learning the plain language of the human race.
It is impossible to learn Yawen, because it is impossible for barbarians to obtain the power of heaven.
The barbarian girl put away her books and raised her head, revealing a beauty that was definitely rare even among barbarian women. If Chen Luo were here, he would be able to recognize him at a glance.
The barbarian girl who conspired with him to steal horses and was finally cut off by him - Yujia!
"Does Kamsa Ammo have any news for me?"
The barbarian who received the money lowered his head and replied: "My master said that Her Royal Highness Charisa has agreed to the marriage proposal of the Qili Barbarian King and is willing to marry her sister Uhena to the eldest son of the Qili Barbarian King Bildou."
"In addition to the normal barbarian wedding ceremony, King Qili also sent a thousand human prisoners of war according to the request of His Highness Wu Hena, including 800 Confucian scholars and 200 masters."
“The two parties agreed that the place where the ceremony will be completed is in Surrey City!”
Yujia frowned slightly, revealing some disdain: "Wu Hena wants to use the blood sacrifice ritual to break through to the fourth level barbarian witch?"
"What a good plan."
Yujia rolled his eyes: "I understand, thank Amo for me."
The barbarian bowed: "My master said that your tribe will always be the most noble tribe under the barbarian moon. Please put your own safety first."
"Last time, the Mantian Palace forcibly recruited 10,000 sky-traversing wild horses from the Ati tribe. Our tribe will find a way to compensate them."
Hearing these words, Yujia's face flashed with a hint of loneliness and a bit of hatred: "Is there any news about Dou Erdun?"
The barbarian shook his head and said: "I have asked the master to take action, but nothing has been achieved. My master suspects that there are forces behind it to cover it up."
Yujia's face returned to calmness: "In this case, then don't continue the investigation."
"Please inform Amo and help me delay Wu Hena's trip."
"Isn't she asking for a blood sacrifice?"
"I'll give her a surprise!"
…
Dongcang City.
"Master Hou, Master Hou!" Yang Nanzhong rushed into the city lord's mansion with a serious face. Chen Luo and Liu Jingzhuang looked at Yang Nanzhong.
Chen Luo looked unhappy: "What's wrong? A general should have the demeanor of a general."
Yang Nanzhong cupped his fists and saluted: "The general is reckless, but I have something important to report to the Marquis."
As Yang Nanzhong spoke, he glanced at Liu Jingzhuang. Liu Jingzhuang understood and said with a smile: "I won't get involved in major city affairs. You talk about yourselves. I'll go to the theater to see the old prime minister... Go old friends!"
With that said, he got up and left without delaying.
Seeing Liu Jingzhuang leaving, Chen Luo looked at Yang Nazhong in confusion. To be honest, Yang Nazhong was rarely so rude and asked quickly: "What happened?"
Yang Nanzhong took two steps forward: "Master Hou, the barbarian we captured before has given full account."
"It is Qili, the second-grade barbarian king under Mordan, who plans to marry Charissa, the saint of Barbarian Temple, and let his eldest son Bierdu marry Charissa's sister Wuhena."
"That barbarian's father is the quartermaster under the Qili Barbarian King, so he knows these things. I went to check the relevant information. The information should be reliable."
Chen Luo thought for a while: "Does that mean the kiss ceremony is very important?"
Yang Nanzhong looked ugly: "It's not a question of whether it's serious or not. According to the barbarian's account, in addition to the precious barbarian materials, there are also a thousand of our comrades!"
Chen Luo looked solemn: "Keep talking!"
"The general wrote to ask my father. My father said that the barbarians attacked the Great Wall of Zhengqi two days ago. Maybe he was captured by the barbarians during those days."
"Sir, do you still remember the tribe we slaughtered before that sacrificed human blood?"
"According to what the barbarian told me, these comrades who were used as barbarian wedding gifts were taken to perform a blood sacrifice for that Wu Hena!"
Chen Luo stood up suddenly: "What time and what route?"
Yang Nanzhong said: "They have been setting off for two days, and their goal is Surrey City in Mantian's fourth domain!"
Chen Luo took a deep breath: "Notify brothers that we will fight Mantian again tomorrow!"
"yes!"
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