Devil’s Advent

A sycophant is definitely not so easy to be;

It is really difficult to let the superiors think that you are capable and interesting at the same time.

To put it simply, you have to grasp the degree of seriousness and liveliness, but this is the most difficult to grasp. Every time, it is equivalent to dancing on the tip of a knife.

Zheng Fan doesn't really like the feeling of "performing" himself in front of big shots, but sometimes when people are under the eaves, you can't even hide from the rain if you don't bow your head.

Therefore, I can only look forward to building a house of my own.

Halfway through the procession, Zheng Fan had to return to Green Willow Castle.

The Marquis of Jingnan didn't give rewards or other explanations, but sometimes, not punishing you and letting you go home like a normal person is already an expression of attitude.

As a soldier, if there is no military order, you can take the initiative to cross the border and go to a foreign country to do things without a military order. After you come back, nothing will happen. Isn’t this encouragement?

Most importantly, Zheng Fan felt that he had deepened his impression in the heart of the Marquis of Jingnan. Sometimes, gold, silver, jewelry, and other goods were not worth a "Jane in the Emperor's Heart".

Zheng Fan does not intend to earn money for retirement. To a certain extent, he is similar to an entrepreneur who is struggling in this world.

In future generations, you let an entrepreneur choose one of two choices,

"One Million Principal" and "Know Jack Ma\

,"Which will he choose?

It was already afternoon when Green Willow Castle appeared in everyone's sight.

The walls of Green Willow Fort have been erected, although it still needs a lot of man-days to further improve and enrich, but it finally has a bit of the inner flavor of the fortress.

Zheng Fan took a deep breath. After wandering outside for a few days, he felt very homesick.

Blind Bei and the others were already waiting on the road outside. Everyone had warm smiles on their faces, as if relatives from home were welcoming a returning wanderer.

Zheng Fan was first taken by Siniang to take a bath and change clothes, and the wound also needed further treatment.

After Zheng Fan left,

The faces of Blind Bei, A Ming, Xue San and Fan Li immediately became gloomy.

Liang Cheng tied up his horse,

It seems that I have been mentally prepared,

stand still,

Seems to be waiting... Face the blast!

Xue San narrowed his eyes and said:

"Are you having fun?"

Liang Cheng answered honestly:

"Very happy."

"Oh, very happy."

Xue San jumped up, patted Liang Cheng on the shoulder,

"When you're happy, forget about the brothers, right?"

Liang Cheng still replied calmly:

"It's the Lord's decision."

Liang Cheng did not tell lies, it was indeed Zheng Fan's own decision, Liang Cheng always thought that he was just accompanying the master to the academy to arrest people that day, but the master decided to go to Ganguo directly after the matter in the academy was over Shopping, he didn't know beforehand, of course, he also wanted to go shopping at that time.

At this time, Fan Li next to him pretended to be serious and pretended to be a teacher who taught students who made mistakes and said:

"The Lord is ignorant and you are ignorant?"

"..." Xue San.

"..." Liang Cheng.

All the people in the audience suddenly fell silent.

"Ali, are you full for lunch?" Blind Bei asked.

"I'm full. The steamed buns at noon are delicious."

"Oh, if you're full, go over there and move the bricks. We can live in the fortress sooner after the fort is built."

"Okay, let's go."

Fan Li turned around and went to move bricks.

The rest, Blind Man, Xue San, A Ming and Liang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously.

"Ah Cheng, do you know what we are most dissatisfied with about this matter?" The blind man said to Liang Cheng.

"I shouldn't have taken you with me."

"It can be considered, but this is not the point. In fact, each of us, living in this world, can't guarantee that we will not encounter danger, and we are not afraid of encountering danger.

But the Lord's safety is very important. We don't want to keep the Lord in the nest. In fact, the Lord still needs to experience wind and rain, otherwise he will not be able to grow. If the Lord cannot grow, we will not be able to grow.

However, we have a premise, because if the Lord really encounters an accident, it is very likely that the seven of us will also..."

Having said that, the blind man Bei paused, and continued:

"So, what we have to do is, if the lord is really in danger, it's okay, the lord will die after we die. In this way, even if we die, we will die willingly. At least, we will have no regrets.

It's good now, you and the Lord are out wandering, risking your life to fight, leaving the five of us here, what can we do here?

Waiting for sudden death? "

Liang Cheng shook his head and said, "I was wrong."

The blind man Bei stretched out his hand, patted Liang Cheng on the shoulder, and said:

"Do you know what I was afraid of in the end?"

"You are a bit special, I can't guess it."

"What I'm afraid of is that, in fact, we have the courage to face death, a cup of tea, an erhu, and a stick of incense, and we will go to death like this. The artistic conception is not bad, but it is not unacceptable.

But two days ago, when you went to surf, if something really happened and I was implicated, I would have a hard time accepting it.

because before death,

I was actually drawing construction drawings and working as a contractor. "

Liang Cheng understood and nodded.

Death is acceptable, but if there is no ritual sense of death, it cannot be forgiven.

Blind Bei seems to have vented his emotions,

He took out another orange from his pocket, peeled it and said:

"Okay, now tell us about the past few days between you and the Lord."

talking,

Blind Bei put a piece of orange flesh to Liang Cheng's mouth,

Liang Cheng hesitated for a moment.

Finally, he opened his mouth.

"Isn't it sweet?" Blind Bei asked.

Liang Cheng shook his head,

"A little sour."

Blind Bei threw the orange in his hand on the ground,

road:

"I guessed that the oranges here are not as sweet as those in Beifeng County."

"..." Liang Cheng.

...

"Master, how did you get the injury on your back, tsk tsk tsk, this is too miserable."

Si Niang asked with some distress while helping Zheng Fan treat the wound and apply medicine.

Zheng Fan was really ashamed to say that he was stabbed by Liang Cheng,

can only say:

"On the battlefield, swords and guns have no eyes."

"This is really distressing. My lord, next time I must not leave my servant behind. How does that stinky zombie know how to serve others?"

"Well, I was wrong."

Admit your mistakes to your woman without losing your manliness.

"By the way, my lord, the daughter of the Jiedu envoy didn't bring it back?"

"It was taken away by the Du Juan of the Secret Service."

"That's a pity."

"What a pity?"

"Originally, we could make a pair."

"Liang Cheng doesn't seem to be very interested in her." Having said this, Zheng Fan frowned slightly, thinking, "He seems to be the same as Ah Ming, neither of them is interested in women."

"Oh, I'm not talking about that daughter and Liang Cheng, it's her and Fangcao, they are a perfect match."

"Fragrant grass?"

"That's right, one was brought back by A Ming who killed her own father, and the daughter of the Jiedu envoy was brought back by A Cheng who killed her own mother. If she is brought back, these two girls are a perfect match, aren't they?"

"Hehehe..."

Although Zheng Fan felt that he shouldn't laugh at this time, he still couldn't help it.

"But it seems to be true. It seems that when men get older, they don't have much interest in the affairs of men and women."

"I've heard of many old men in their seventies and eighties before, and they are still young."

"That's different. Can the old man compare with those two dead people? One is an ageless vampire, and the other is a cold zombie. The combined age of the two of them can't be compared with dozens of old men."

"Too."

"Speaking of Fangcao, they probably will arrive at Green Willow Castle in a while."

"Um."

"My lord, do you want to rest?"

"Fortunately, I'm not very sleepy. I'm a little hungry. I haven't eaten well these days."

"Then I'll give you something to eat at the servant's house?"

"good."

"Master, you wait."

Siniang got up and left the room to cook.

The room Zheng Fan is currently in is one of the few rooms in Green Willow Castle that can accommodate people. Most of the barbarians actually live in tents outside the fort. If they want to live in the fort, they have to wait for the construction of Green Willow Fort to be further improved. .

Sitting up straight from the bed, Zheng Fan picked up a coat and put it on himself, and walked out of the room.

The sun has gradually set in the west, and the afterglow is shining down, giving people a very unreal feeling, but this feeling makes Zheng Fan a little nostalgic.

In the past, I only "fighted" when playing games. This time, I personally led the soldiers out for a walk, and I also captured a city, although I ran away after pretending to be forced.

Then, he was chased and killed by the army for nearly two days.

To be honest, at this moment, when I recall the scenes of the previous few days, I don’t feel much excitement in my heart. What’s more lingering in my mind is the soldier who died on the beacon tower, the soldier who went retrograde with a gun. The veteran of the country, as well as the dozens of barbarians who have turned into corpses.

"Master, are you watching the sunset?"

Blind Bei's voice came from one side.

Zheng Fan took a breath, reached out and patted his chest lightly, saying:

"Can you make some noise when you walk in the future?"

"Okay, my subordinate will also light up lanterns when going out during the day."

"Ah."

"What was the Lord thinking just now?"

"It's just that I suddenly understand why you like basking in the sun so much."

"Subordinates spend more time in the sun, and they are more thoughtful. If they don't, it is easy for fungus to grow."

"busy?"

"Something happened."

"explain."

"This subordinate used to be a psychiatrist."

"I know."

"So this subordinate has just heard Liang Cheng finish talking about the past few days, and came to give the master some psychological counseling."

"I don't need it, I'm fine."

"The most common thing people say when they're drunk is that I'm not drunk."

"Okay, let's talk then."

"Hey, blind man, your nose belongs to a dog, right?" Si Niang just happened to walk over with a large bowl of glutinous rice noodles.

Blind Bei smiled and said:

"When I went to do business in Tumancheng, I met a big Erha. I tried it, and its nose is not as good as mine."

"Is there something wrong with the Lord?"

"hungry."

"Why have you been hungry for a few days before co-authoring?"

"If the Lord is not here, you won't be able to cook. The food cooked by other people is really not good."

"Okay, move the stool." Si Niang is not a stingy person either.

Blind Bei clapped his hands, and the four stools floated up and landed in front of himself and Zheng Fan.

Two stools are put together, and the other two are placed on their sides as chairs.

A big pot of noodles, two bowls, and Siniang set out two pairs of chopsticks.

Originally, she was going to have dinner with Zheng Fan, but now she can only take advantage of the blind.

"Blind man, get your own noodles."

"good."

Blind Bei picked up his chopsticks and started scooping up noodles.

"Why don't you use your mind?" Si Niang asked curiously.

"Noodles scooped out with the power of mind have no soul."

"All right, all right, I can't beat you, my lord, eat slowly, I'll go and send some to them."

"Hey, don't go, is there any garlic? There is no garlic in the noodles, and the taste will be half."

"Blind man, I remember you were not good at this before."

"Suddenly want to eat."

"Wait, I'll get it for you."

Siniang quickly brought a bowl of garlic, all peeled.

Zheng Fan and Blind Bei were sitting opposite each other. Zheng Fan was really hungry, so he ate a few mouthfuls with his chopsticks.

"Master, eat garlic."

Blind Bei picked up two cloves of garlic and handed them to Zheng Fan.

"I don't have this habit." Zheng Fan shook his head.

"Have to try."

Zheng Fan hesitated, took the garlic, put one in his mouth, and chewed.

"Master, another one?" Blind Bei handed another clove of garlic.

Zheng Fan shook his head and said, "Eat it, I can't eat like this."

"I don't eat it, it tastes bad in my mouth."

"..." Zheng Fan.

"It's the same in life, my lord, don't force yourself to do things you are not used to, and don't force yourself to do things you don't want to do, don't feel burdened.

Maybe, in the previous life, the Lord's life was too ordinary, and there were too many rules and regulations, but in this life, in this world, it is good to be happy. "

"I see."

"Actually, the subordinates are not worried about the master's psychological endurance. After all, they are the ones who can create characters like us."

"Are you complimenting me?"

"Yes, my lord."

"All right."

"Your Majesty, you can find someone to talk to, such as me. Such words can greatly ease your mind."

"I will."

"Um."

"By the way, I lost some people by going out this time."

"When the master came back, the subordinates had already counted them."

"Can you add it?"

"In terms of immediate combat power, it is difficult to quickly replenish."

After all, the original barbarians were originally from the prisoner tribe, and they were excellent in bow, horse, riding and shooting. After some ideological education, they were equipped with excellent armored horses and weapons, and they were extremely good cavalry. It is obvious that it is still too difficult for today's Green Willow Castle.

"However, my subordinates believe that our top priority is not to recruit troops. First, we have already done what we should do. I believe that this time, in Jingnanhou's heart, I must have left a deep impression on you, my lord. Then Come down, we are no longer fit to stand out too much, otherwise, it will not be really interesting, but really annoying.

Besides, it won't be long before a large number of Yan country prisoners will be dispatched to our border areas. At that time, we will only think too many of these prisoners, not too few. "

"You mean, doorman?"

"The Lord is wise."

Once the Emperor Yan sees that the time is right, and cooperates with Zhenbeihou to put on a show and start to attack the domestic elites, the clans of the elites will definitely be bloody.

People will definitely die a lot, but it is unrealistic to kill them all. At that time, many families will definitely be convicted and exiled, and batches of prisoners are destined to be dispatched to the southern border to become the opponents. After the "fuel".

These prisoners themselves have extremely high qualities, and they have a great desire to make meritorious atonements for themselves and their families to get rid of their status as prisoners.

Blind Bei put down his chopsticks and said:

"Master, this subordinate will go to discuss some details of the engineering drawings with those craftsmen later, so this subordinate will resign first so as not to disturb the master's rest."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Your Majesty is very polite."

After the blind man left, Zheng Fan also put down his chopsticks and just sat there for a while.

Then he got up, turned a corner, walked to a very cramped door diagonally opposite, pushed open the door, and walked in.

Inside, there was a coffin. To Zheng Fan's surprise, there was an incense burner on the ground in front of the coffin. There were still some incense ash in the incense burner. At the same time, there was a bowl next to the incense burner, with a red mark on the mouth of the bowl.

Zheng Fan walked to the coffin and sat down with his back against the coffin.

"It's the first time I lead soldiers out to fight, I'm a little nervous, but also a little excited, but you know, it's more useless than I imagined..."

Many times, when you are looking for someone to talk to, it is often difficult to find the right person.

It is a kind of contradiction to not want to show your weakness and your true emotions in front of others, but want to share these things, and people themselves are a combination of contradictions.

Perhaps it was a habit that he developed during his daily meals in Meijiawu. Zheng Fan felt that Shatuo Queshi was a good person to confide in. He died, but he was not completely dead;

He seems to hear everything you say, but it seems like he'll never speak again.

Zheng Fan leaned on the coffin and talked for a long time, talking about many people and things.

After he was tired and finished talking, Zheng Fan let out a long sigh of relief. He felt that after he went back to sleep and had a good sleep, he would be refreshed again when he woke up tomorrow.

get up,

When Zheng Fan was about to leave the room, he hesitated for a moment. Out of politeness, he felt that he should meet Sha Tuo Que Shi and say good night.

Stretching out his hand, he pushed open the coffin lid. When Zheng Fan cast his gaze into the coffin,

the whole face,

Immediately sank down:

"You, why are you here?"

The one lying in the coffin was A Ming, in a neat evening dress, with a red paper flower cut into the shape of a rose on his chest.

The air suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere began to be awkward;

This feeling is like going to the darkroom of a church and telling the priest all the secrets in your heart, but unfortunately, it is your daddy who is sitting in the darkroom and listening.

"Master, I also sleep in a coffin."

A Ming began to explain.

Zheng Fan looked at Ah Ming and didn't speak.

"My lord, you went to the wrong room, Sha Tuo Que Shi, he lives next door."

"Why didn't you make a sound at first?"

A Ming reached out and knocked on the wall of the coffin, and said helplessly:

"The damn sound insulation."

"oh."

"My lord, I actually just woke up."

"It's okay, I trust you."

"The Lord is wise."

"Starting tomorrow, practice archery with me."

"This is an honor for my subordinates. I do know some western swordsmanship."

"It's a bow and arrow."

"Um?"

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in A Ming's heart.

"I asked those barbarians who are good at archery, and they said that the best way to practice archery is to use living creatures as targets."

"The subordinates understand that tomorrow, the subordinates will catch some animals for the master to let the master..."

"I am a soft-hearted person. The little animals are too pitiful. I can't let go."

"..." A Ming.