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After passing the boundary of Datong City, Fang Xing ordered the team to march to the left from the fork in the road, and the destination was already obvious.
You can gradually see some green along the way. The horses sometimes look for some tender grass from the melted land, then raise their heads and neigh, extremely happy.
Xiaodao was also very happy. He lay on the horse, looked at the blue sky and shouted: "Brother Qi, Madam said she would find me a wife when she gets back!"
Seeing his unstable look, Xin Laoqi frowned and said, "Do you know what a wife is?"
Xiao Dao nimbly sat upright on the horse and said unconvinced: "Isn't it just a fight? Last time I heard Fifth Brother"
"Fifth brother is easy to say, but I am wrong."
Fang Wu drew the knife very quickly. Facing the knife on his neck, Xiaodao quickly admitted his mistake.
"If you dare to talk to me again, I'll strip you naked and hang you on a tree at night!"
Fang Wu put away the knife and said faintly with the knife: "What does that woman do? How did the child come out? Brother Qi, how did your big girl and tiger head come out?"
Xin Laoqi's face turned red and he shouted: "What are you doing? When you get married, someone will teach you."
Why! The road to education is rugged and we have a long way to go!
When Fang Xing listened to Xiao Dao¡¯s words, he couldn¡¯t help but think of a joke about not getting pregnant after getting married.
Someone shouted: "Xiao Dao, getting married means getting married. From now on, you will kiss your wife as hard as you can, and you will have a child soon!"
Xiaodao said in disbelief: "You lied! Last time I heard"
"Shut up!"
Xiao Dao has a flexible figure and often squats on the roof to patrol, so he heard a lot of "private things".
"Then let me go and take a look in front!"
The knife was a bit shy, and as soon as it was caught in the horse's belly, it rushed out.
Fang Xing watched them laughing and thinking that the hardships along the way were nothing.
Huang Zhong also smiled: "Uncle, looking at these young people, I also think of my own time. There are still many good people in this world!"
It was Xiaodao who met Fang Xing that changed his trajectory. Otherwise, he would probably have become a scout in his life and then died on the grassland one day.
Huang Zhong is similar to Xiao Dao. He lived a difficult life since childhood. Fortunately, he met Yu Yi, the magistrate of Jing'an County. Otherwise, he would never be able to become a scribe in his life, let alone Yu Yi later recommended him.
"My noble man!"
Thinking of Yu Yi, Huang Zhong felt a little emotional. In the end, he was intercepted by Fang Xing and played the role of a staff member, which was quite satisfying.
The knife came back before lunch, and there was a man who looked like a butler with him.
"Little Lin Sheng, I have met my uncle."
Looking at the elegant man, Fang Xing asked, "What's the matter?"
"I sent my young lady to visit relatives. Now I am returning to Taiyuan. The journey is not very safe. I kindly ask my uncle to allow my young lady to accompany me. When I return to Taiyuan, I will be very grateful."
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After seeing Fang Xing¡¯s gaze, a blush appeared on the woman¡¯s face, and she quickly lowered the car curtain with a soft cry.
"Can!"
Fang Xing nodded slightly, and then said: "Old Qi, let's cook!"
"Thank you for your kindness, uncle!"
Lin Sheng saluted with joy, then ran back to the bullock cart and whispered softly.
Immediately, a maid got off the bullock cart, and then the woman was carefully helped out of the car by the maid, and she also put on a veil.
After eating, we continued to set off. The ox cart followed closely behind the team, with Lin Sheng and two servants nervously supporting them all the way.
In the middle of the afternoon, Fang Xing called to camp.
This time there is no inn or town, so we can only camp in the wild.
Fang Xing was very leisurely, and even had time to make a big pot of gnocchi. The aroma was so fragrant that all the people who scouted hundreds of households said they wanted to eat this pot.
"The same materials, why grab it!"
Fang Xing¡¯s craftsmanship is indeed good, and he may be able to eat the food prepared by Uncle Xinghe himself. This is why everyone is fighting for it.
Fang Xing made a big bowl for himself, and Huang Zhong also made a big bowl, and then ignored it and grabbed it for yourselves.
Walking to the edge, Fang Xing just squatted and ate, without any airs of Ming aristocrats.
After dinner, Lin Sheng came again, "Uncle,My young lady is timid, can she camp there at night? "
Hundreds of scouts camped according to the rules of the march. The camp in the middle was Fang Xing's camp, so it was also the safest place.
That woman Huang Zhong also took a look. Even though she was covered with a veil, she could still feel her beauty.
"no!"
Fang Xing said coldly: "How can there be women in the army? Don't even think about it!"
Huang Zhong also said: "It is an exception to allow you to camp on the edge. Don't be dissatisfied. Go back quickly. It is forbidden to move around after dark, otherwise you will be killed without mercy!"
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It was getting dark. In the tent, a portrait was held next to a candle.
The man in the portrait looks to be in his twenties, wearing a green shirt, holding the handle of the knife with his left hand, and his eyebrows are full of coldness.
The lips were pursed slightly, the eyes were narrowed slightly, and one could actually see some murderous intent in the painting.
"Is that right?"
A pleasant female voice asked.
"That's right, it's him, the devil!"
A man's voice said: "Judging from today's rejection, this man is decisive in killing and restrained in his sexual behavior with women. He is not the devil in sex that is widely rumored in the outside world."
"He achieved his ambition at a young age and offended countless literati. Exaggeration is the nature of literati, and making things out of nothing is their specialty. So we must be careful, otherwise he will not show mercy and chop off the head of a beauty like you!"
"Just now they wanted to go in for testing, but they were driven out by his people. The carriage was escorted inside, and the situation could no longer be seen. We have a heavy responsibility, and we are not far from Taiyuan here. We must be there before them Find out who is in the car before arriving in Taiyuan!"
The woman¡¯s voice sounded a little crisp, but her tone was filled with murderous intent.
"But judging from the current situation, we have no hope at all! Legend has it that he is bold yet cautious in his military use. He is indeed a famous general!"
The man's voice was a little impatient.
The woman said: "We can't wait any longer, ask someone to go"
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The scouts did not bring many tents this time, and Fang Xing definitely wanted to occupy one. Zuo Wei's body had some problems due to long-term imprisonment, so Fang Xing let him live with him.
The candlelight was flickering, and Fang Xing was holding a book and looking at it, nodding from time to time, as if he was studying knowledge.
Zuo Wei couldn¡¯t help but admire it secretly when he saw that the cover was ¡®The Book of Songs¡¯.
Who said that Xing Hebo completely rejected Confucianism? People couldn't let go of the scroll, but what they were looking at was Hey! No, can the Book of Songs be attributed to Confucianism?
Fang Xing felt the gaze and closed the book, "It is said that the Book of Songs originally had several thousand poems, but Old Master deleted most of them, leaving only three hundred. Three hundred poems, in one sentence, Si Wu Xie! What do you think? ?¡±
Zuo Wei smiled bitterly and said, "I haven't studied the Book of Songs in depth, so I don't dare to speak nonsense."
The man in front of me is a young man who is known as a genius. If he hadn't started a new school, perhaps the Confucianists would have regarded him as their leader and praised him.
Fang Xing smiled. Under the candlelight, he actually looked a little ferocious.
"You can read it, but you don't need to study it in depth. That's something a few people do."
Zuo Wei said awkwardly: "Yes, uncle, everyone, I admire you."
There was a dark shadow shaking outside the tent, Fang Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, and Zuo Wei felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, as if he was on guard for something. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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