In a village in Xiliang, a handsome man squatted at the door of the bamboo building and looked up at the sky.

Wandering out of the world.

The Mocheng guards personally sent the King of Nanling and the Princess of Nanling out of the customs, and the news has spread throughout Mocheng and even the entire Xiliang.

Of course, he also knew.

What made him dazed was that the master was gone, and when he left, there was no signal for him to retreat.

Does the master have any other arrangements? Are you going to let him continue to lurk in Xiliang to get information?

But even if you want to continue to lurk, you should give a specific arrangement to follow the direction of your hand.

He inexplicably had a feeling, could it be that the master had forgotten what he was doing undercover, right?

Impossible, impossible, what kind of character is the master? The King of Nanling, who is meticulous in planning and planning, and never makes a mistake!

How could there be such a major mistake as forgetting subordinates.

The master must have made other arrangements.

He waited.

"Did you get better today? Don't crouch in the doorway, sit with a stool. ”

A woman's soft voice came from behind her.

The man woke up and immediately covered his shoulder with one hand to make a gesture of discomfort, "Oh, the wound is still aching, I'll lie down and rest." ”

……

The perspective was earned, and Wei Lan was still looking at the people in the window in the back window, his whole face was wooden.

Just now, I said that I forgot about Wei Cheng and forgot about it......

Did he hear it wrong?

Then he turned his eyes to look at his master, his face was as calm as ever, and he didn't suddenly remember someone's expression, Wei Lan was just about to comfort his master must not have forgotten, and then he heard the man say, "Wei Cheng is still in Xiliang?" Oh yes, then let him stay there and remind him to pass on the information back and keep an eye on the new emperor of Xiliang. ”

When Wei Lan left, his heart was shattered, and when he saw Wei Hong, his mood instantly turned again, and he gloated.

"Da Hong, what do you guess about that kid Wei Cheng? The master sent him to pick up Qinglian at that time, and later let him sneak into Xiliang to steal information, but when the master left with Nannan, he didn't think of this person at all. How inconspicuous do you say he is? Hahaha! ”

"When you were thrown in Cangwu Town for more than nine years, the master didn't think much of you, right?" Wei Hong wondered, where did these two goods come from to have a sense of superiority to make fun of others?

The second goods are blue, and the "......" heroes do not mention the courage of the year.

In the backyard room, Liu Yusheng had already recovered from shock, and felt very sorry for Wei Cheng, "It is estimated that Wei Cheng doesn't know that he has been forgotten now." ”

"There's been so much going on lately that I just haven't remembered it for a while."

“…… Is there any difference? ”

Tapping his fingers, Feng Qingbai was serious, "Wei Cheng is a hidden guard, and what the hidden guard has to do is to make others not feel his existence." At this point, Wei Cheng has done a very successful job, and I will give him some praise when he comes back. ”

Liu Yusheng nodded, well, Wei Cheng was indeed very successful at this point, not only did others not feel his existence, but even the master forgot about him.

It makes people laugh and cry.

This matter was revealed, and Liu Yusheng didn't ask Feng Qingbai where he sent Wei Cheng to Xiliang, no matter where he was, it was just to collect information about Xiliang, and try to let Nanling know more about Xiliangjia, so that if there was any conflict between the two countries, Nanling could quickly make the best response.

"I miss croton and red beans, and when the farm is over, let's go back to Beijing first." Put the last herb into the medicine furnace, Liu Yusheng said lightly.

went to the northwest and entered the west of Liang, and it was half a year to go, and she really wanted two babies.

Especially when I teased the little baby in the village in the morning, the longing was even heavier.

"Okay, I'll go back when I'm done farming." Wind green cypress should be.

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It's all about going back, not going back.

Now that the overall situation of Nanling has been stabilized, there is no need for Feng Qingbai to keep an eye on the affairs of the imperial court, and the helpers he picked for Feng Mohan have also begun to form a team. There are Liu Zhixia, the elder Yuan of the Three Dynasties, and even the entire cabinet ministers.

The Iron Triangle, who followed Qingbai Feng Mohan as his opponent, had already gone to the second, and the last corner Qin Xiao was pulled into his camp by them, that is, the Queen Mother, and he also eased relations with them.

It's time to get out of the way.

Xinghua Village is their home.

Retire after success, angelica.

On the square table, a white mist came out of the medicine stove, and the faint medicinal fragrance slowly spread in the room, and the men and women in the room were still doing their own things, and the corners of each other's lips were smiling.

The days in Xinghua Village are very dull, day after day, the crops are sunrise and sunset, which is very regular.

Like the green river at the entrance of the village, the flow is slow and silent, and there are almost no waves.

But the people here are so comfortable and leisurely in life that they are simple and indisputable, which they can never see in the hustle and bustle of the imperial city.

Here, it's the state of mind.

Early in the morning, Qian Wanjin moved a bamboo chair to the yard and lay on it to enjoy the cool morning breeze.

While the sun is not out, you can enjoy half an hour.

"That's what life is called." With his eyes closed, his hands habitually pinching the soft flesh on his belly, Qian Wanjin sighed.

If you live comfortably, you will be wide and fat, so he is fat.

"Grandma, what's breakfast in the morning?" Raising his voice, Qian Wanjin asked the old woman who was busy working in the stove.

"The weather is too hot, if you eat light things in the morning, you won't fry spring rolls with pancakes, and if you eat too many of those things, it will be easy to get angry. Let's be simple today, drink porridge and send pickles. The old woman replied with a raised voice.

"Add two salted eggs, grandma."

"Okay, the salted eggs are pickled at home, and they are delicious. With your mouth, you don't have anything to eat. ”

"How can I not know how to eat when I open a restaurant? Especially your craft, I can't help it. ”

The old woman behind the stove smiled.

Old man Liu lit the fire in front of the stove, listened to the conversation between the old and the young, and scolded with a smile, "This kid, he has eaten so much and nourished his tongue, and he has a smooth tongue." ”

Old Man Qian was washing at the door of the stove room, nodded when he heard this, and agreed very much, "This stinky boy, except for a mouth with a little ability, is basically useless." ”

He doesn't say anything about this.

The people in the courtyard got up one after another, took their respective quilts and cloth towels, fetched water, and squatted in rows under the eaves of the stove room, brushing their teeth and washing their faces, while joining the camp of a certain gold.

It's like a group attack, counting a certain gold crime, and in the end, even growing too tender and white has become a sin.

On the other hand, Qian Wanjin was lying on a bamboo chair not far away, letting these crowds attack, towering and not moving.

What storms hasn't he seen before? Being scolded by the group has been experienced since childhood, and Tongpi has long been practiced, will you be afraid of such a little spittle?

Liu Yusheng followed the trend of Qingbai belatedly, and what he saw was a certain golden-tongued battle group of Confucianism.

Of course, the scene can't catch up with the sharp and subtle words and swords in the court.

After more than ten years of wandering in Xinghua Village, Qian Wanjin has completely learned the essence of the quarrel between the villagers. In one word, vulgar.

The political situation in the court has come to an end here, it's time to go back to Xinghua Village, and the plot after that is the long stream of rural life, hahaha.

There was another chapter, which was supposed to be written in two chapters, but I quietly took a look at it, and I was fascinated by it...... I'm guilty, cough. At the end of the month, everyone smashed the ticket, waved a small leather whip, and encouraged a certain orange to rise up to pay off the debt.

(End of chapter)