Chapter 163

"What's wrong?" He Yong looked blankly.

"I didn't say, you'd better let him follow you." Perhaps he was too sensitive. Zhao Changyuan laughed at himself when he saw that the other party looked calm. I've been strangers since I was a child, but it's normal for men to be careless and unrestrained. They have different personal habits.

He Yong touched his chin and was embarrassed“ Ah, but the robe is not so fast. "

"I can overcome it myself."

As soon as the voice fell, He Yong suddenly stared at the word eyebrow at the door and shouted, "come here!"

One word eyebrow trembled with fear and hurried to come: "what's the general's order?"

He Yong asked coldly, "how did you offend the marshal?"

"Ah? Subordinates... Subordinates didn't offend the marshal... "I winked and looked at Zhao Changyuan innocently.

"Nonsense! Why did he kick you out without offending the marshal? "

He Yong said that Zhao Changyuan, who was drinking water, almost choked to death“ Ah, you... "

"Be honest! Are you going to get a stick! "

He Yong gave a sharp voice. Yizi Mei stood in front of the two military masters in a panic, and suddenly burst into tears“ I didn't... Marshal... Please tell me something. Where did I offend you... Wuwuwuwuwu... "

Zhao Changyuan stared at He Yong, and suddenly felt that his robe was gripped by the claws of Yimei.

"You said you were so handsome. It's too late for people to treat you. How can I offend you... Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu..."

He cried and howled, which embarrassed Zhao Changyuan. He Yong, the initiator, fell aside and became a good man: "you see, you see, how pathetic. Don't drive him away. "

Zhao Changyuan is going crazy by these two guys“ When did I say I was going to kick him out? I... "

The cry of one eyebrow stopped suddenly and wiped the nonexistent tears with his sleeve“ Thank you, marshal! Would you like some porridge? Let me help you to get some more? "

"No, I'm full." Full? He didn't eat at all. He was filled with anger.

"Then I'll wipe your hands..." Yimei grabbed the towel and wanted to greet him.

He immediately withdrew his hand and said, "I'll do it myself."

Throughout the morning, the unimaginable eyebrow stuck to Zhao Changyuan like a dog skin plaster. Serving tea and pouring water and serving tea is really meticulous.

The military affairs in the camp were busy, and Zhao Changyuan had no time to care about anything else. He gradually got used to the existence of a word eyebrow. There was an endless stream of people in and out of the accounts, some of whom discussed important military affairs with Zhao Changyuan. Yes, he was called into the big tent and reprimanded by Zhao Changyuan for violating military discipline.

Yimei silently stood in the corner, sometimes bored yawning, sometimes carrying eyebrows and seeing Chang white rabbit turn into a male lion

Until Ge Xiaoqing asked for a meeting: "see the marshal at the end!"

"Please get up. Where is the spy caught the other day? "

"Go back to the marshal. At the end, I will put the bastard in the water prison and wait for the marshal to come down."

"Show me."

"Please follow the future."

Zhao Changyuan stood up from the table and followed Ge Xiaoqing outside the account, with a word of eyebrows.

The water prison is gloomy and rotten. A man with disheveled hair was locked in the water, only half of his body was exposed, his head drooped and listless. As soon as he saw Zhao Changyuan, he immediately raised his head and said, "hum, I have a rotten life and can invite you little bastard. It's worth it. "

Ge Xiaoqing stepped forward and wanted to whip him. But Zhao Changyuan raised his hand and said, "don't hit him."

"Marshal, how dare he abuse you so..." Ge Xiaoqing's face was green with anger. A word eyebrow also subconsciously rubbed his nose. But Zhao Changyuan didn't think so, and carelessly left a sentence: "since he scolded, he must have put life and death aside. If you can't find anything, kill it. "

Ge Xiaoqing replied without hesitation: "yes!"

I took a breath from my eyebrows and felt suffocated in my chest. When Zhao Changyuan turned and left, he hurried up.

Behind him came the fine voice: "ah, wait!"

Zhao Changyuan stopped, but didn't look back: "if you have any last words, just stay in your stomach. I'm not interested in knowing."

"Marshal Zhao! What do you want to know? I tell you, don't kill me! "

Is this the rhythm of immortality before the Yellow River?

Zhao Changyuan was finally willing to give him a chance and turned back to him: "who sent you? Liao or Xia? "

"Marshal Hui is... The state of Liao."

"How many other people like you?" The big white goose went to the water, squatted down and looked directly at the man, and stretched out his hand to stroke the tangled hair on the man's shoulder.

The man was a little short of breath. I think it was because he was too nervous: "still... There is another one, yes..."

Before he finished, the big white goose suddenly interrupted him: "well, I don't want to know." With that, the big hand has been copied on the man's back, which will harm the spine

With a "Kara", the man didn't even have a chance to moan, so he hung his head and collapsed in the water.

Zhao Changyuan stood up and turned his head. He met his eyebrows, his slightly twitching hair face and his staring eyes“ Why not let him finish? " A word eyebrow is a little incoherent.

Zhao Changyuan took the handkerchief from GE Xiaoqing, wiped his hands and said faintly, "he's lying. The fine works of the Liao people don't recognize each other at all. He just wanted to give us a plot before he died and provoke the hearts of our generals. " Then he went to the gate of the water prison.

A word eyebrow followed him and asked, "what if what he said is true? How did you know he was lying? "

Zhao Changyuan suddenly stopped and turned to look at him. His eyes were changeable and his look was a little complicated.

Yizi Mei knew he was a little reckless. He lowered his head and whispered, "damn my subordinates..." it seems that he can't run away after being scolded by the male lion.

Who knows, Zhao Changyuan was not angry, but very calm and patient to explain to him: "if he was greedy for life and afraid of death, he would have confessed long ago. In such a place, life is worse than death. "

Seeing the other party's face turned pale, he chuckled: "are you afraid of seeing the dead?"

"No... my subordinates just... Eat enough..." of course he's not afraid of seeing dead people, but he's never seen anyone crush people so easily. I really can't offend this white face in the future

After lunch in the dining room, the two men, one tall and one short, one white face and one hairy face, returned to the big tent.

After a while, a guard came into the account with a scroll: "I inform Marshal that there was a girl surnamed Liu outside the door just now. Let my subordinates give you this scroll."

Suddenly I saw a word eyebrow standing motionless beside me, looking dull and thoughtful. Zhao Changyuan put away the picture scroll and handed it to him: "why don't you help me run."

"Where are you going?" A word eyebrow Zheng Zheng asked.

"Cangzhou Governor Liu's house, return this painting to Miss Liu."

A word eyebrow took the scroll and muttered angrily: "do you really want to return it? The painting is pretty good. "

Lifting his eyes, he saw Zhao Changyuan squinting at himself, with a thin anger on his face. He had to accept it honestly: "subordinates, let's do it now."

Just as I was about to go to the door, I heard the man behind me call again, "wait." A word of eyebrows stopped and waited for him to go on“ Don't let anyone know about it. Do you understand? "

"Yes."

Zhao Changyuan only saw the back of his eyebrows, but didn't see his abusive expression at the moment“ Miss Liu. What... "

Out of the camp, he went straight to a carriage.

"Miss, where are we going?" Xiaomeitian has been waiting for a long time.

Yimei, also known as Gong Yueyue, said unhappily, "magistrate Liu's family."

Out of order make complaints about girl brew storms on rivers and seas. The toy boy slowly pushed on the green slate road. Gong Yue Yue puckled her hairy mouth and twisted the corners of her clothes. And let me be your carrier pigeon! I'm so angry! Don't let me tell anyone, do you? You're afraid of losing face, aren't you? You wait for me! "

Near Liu residence, Gong Yueyue got out of the carriage early, held the picture scroll and walked to the gate with complex thoughts“ Brother, is your young lady there? "

The guard of Liu mansion looked at the ugly face in front of him and wondered“ Yes, but your excellency is? "

Gong Yueyue sighed in his heart and said reluctantly, "I'm ordered by Marshal Zhao to come and talk to your young lady." She really didn't want to move out of Zhao Changyuan's name to verify that there was a connection between her husband and the family lady.

"Wait a minute. I'll invite you right away." But the other party's decisive and courteous attitude poured cold water on her from the beginning.

Before long, I saw a beautiful, slim and well-dressed woman coming out. Seeing Gong Yueyue in a soldier's dress, his beautiful face suddenly rose a thin layer of Red: "it's... General Zhao asked you to come?"

Gong Yueyue didn't have such good self-restraint. He talked too much nonsense with people who colluded with his husband. He went straight to her and handed her the picture scroll: "our Marshal asked me to return this thing to you."

Miss Liu's face turned from red to white, and there was a feeling of loss in her eyes: "has he... Seen it?"

"Yes." Nima, her pitiful appearance really makes people angry!

"Did you say anything?"

"Let me give it back to you."

"Just... That's all?" Holding the scroll tightly in her hand, Miss Liu lowered her head, bit her lips and wanted to cry.

Gong Yue was angry, gritted his teeth and asked coldly, "otherwise, what do you want from him?"

"That's what I said." What he said last time was so decisive that Liu Xiaoyu just wanted him to leave his meager heart. If he could look at the painting in the future and occasionally think of her appearance and her love, she would be satisfied and thankful.

"Do you like him?" Gong Yue tilted his head and asked her.

She looked sad and shy with a young girl's spring. "..."

"But he has a wife." Is it appropriate to be a junior on the pole like this?

"I know."

"Do you still like it?" Gong Yue was so angry that she raised her voice and looked at the girl's model. How can she despise herself so much!