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Chapter 126: Liangjiang, everyone in your family is sick

The hollow wood made a rustling sound, like a long and narrow jar filled with reptiles.

After a while, Xiao Lan asked him, "Are you afraid of insects?"

"Not afraid, it's just a little..." Lu Chai shook the goosebumps on his back, "have you caught it?"

"Then close your eyes." Xiao Lan smiled, "If you don't like these things, don't stare at them. I caught them."

Lu Zhui did what he said, but did not hold back, opening his eyes a small slit.

A huge beetle was holding Xiao Lan's finger, with some strange patterns on its back.

Lu Zhui: "..."

Following Ye Jin, he actually saw a lot of worms, but how to say it is the tomb of Mingyue, the worms are not the same as elsewhere-it is more like a mass of mud pulled out of a mural and thrown on the ground at will. Fine, irregular shape, and irregular color.

"There are a lot in it, and the pharmacist shouldn't be aware of it." Xiao Lan packed the worm into a small cloth bag, "I will send Ahhun to Riyue Villa tomorrow."

Lu Zhui said, "Yeah."

"Are you still looking for?" Xiao Lan said, "Or, as I just said, just bring someone to dig with integrity?"

Lu Chai thought for a while, and said, "Be careful when digging. Maybe there are hidden weapons buried."

Xiao Lan nodded: "Okay."

Although I didn't find an exit, I didn't find nothing, at least I got a big bug.

Lu Zhui thought as he walked.

Although he never took the initiative to mention his own poison, he had a thorn in his heart. It would be best if he could pull it out as soon as possible. After all, if he wanted to stay together for a hundred years, he had to live first.

"I will go back tomorrow." Lu Chai said, "Take care of yourself."

Xiao Lan carefully washed her hands three times before saying, "Is it all right?"

Lu Chau smiled: "I am not Master Wen. A cockroach appeared in the room. All the sheets have to be ironed three or four times."

"I really envy that Prime Minister," Xiao Lan held his shoulders with both hands, "every time you mention him, your eyes are smiling. I want to be extremely happy when I want to come to Chaomuya and Wangcheng."

"But you weren't there at that time." Lu Chai said, "I am alone in the mountains and seas, and it is boring no matter how happy I am."

Chaomuya is most like the south of the Yangtze River, in summer and autumn. As soon as it enters the rainy season, the mountains are filled with hazy white mist everywhere, looking like a Penglai fairyland. There is a mottled ancient pavilion on the mountainside, crooked and slanted, the red paint on the pillar has long been peeled off, revealing the brown-black wood inside. When Zhao Yue saw that Lu Zhui had nothing to do, he went to sit in the pavilion, and wanted to find someone to repair the place, but was rejected.

"The master doesn't understand." Lu Chai closed his eyes and listened to the rain. "There are some things that taste like the old ones."

"It's very smelly," Zhao Yue held his wrist and took the person out of the wooden pavilion. "But if you are poetic for a while, I'm afraid I will bring my brothers to dig people."

As soon as the words fell, the wooden pavilion finally couldn't stand the baptism of the years and winds and frosts, and collapsed suddenly.

Lu Zhui: "..."

Lu Zhui made a strong argument: "Even if it falls, it will taste better than the big red and green pavilion of the big brother."

Zhao Yue pulled the cloak around him, carried the man on his shoulders and returned to the bandit's den.

He is clearly a martial artist, and I don't know where these nerds come from.

Leaving a good cottage, he ran halfway up the mountain to listen to the rain. If he got sick when he went back, Wang Jian would chase after him again.

The pavilion was gone, and Lu Zhui found a cave after a long time, continued to play the piano and burn incense, listen to the rain and rest, regardless of the wet weather, and he was still coughing like a gong in the bellows.

Zhao Yue was almost half dead with anger.

Third master Wang Jian said: "Second master seems to like to hide himself."

Zhao Yue's head hurts: "Isn't she a big girl, and she's afraid of being robbed?"

Lu Chai was holding an oil-paper umbrella, unheard of, leaving only a floating figure behind for the two of them.

He likes to be alone, hiding in the hazy wind and rain, closing his eyes to remember Jiangnan.

He wanted to go back, but he didn't dare to go back. He didn't know if he still had enough strength or luck to face the sweetheart who had lost his memory again. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of death in Xiao Lan's hands.

At the beginning, young and heroic, when facing the siege of Mingyue Tomb, he was still scarred all his life after nine deaths and was unable to retreat, let alone dragging his sickly body, where can he go back again.

Lu Chai rarely showed confusion in front of outsiders, but he was indeed at a loss in this matter.

Fortunately, Zhao Yue is good, Wang Jian is good, Chao Muya’s brother is good, and then Wen Liunian, Ye Jin, A Liu, and Lin Wei appeared. Everyone is good-like God couldn’t bear to see him for the first 20 years. The wandering grief, this time is finally willing to gift some peaceful and reunited relatives and friends warmth.

Just like Xiao Lan said, that period of time was joyous, but it was also difficult. I was soaked in thoughts and concerns every day, especially in the dead of night when I closed my eyes and were the same person.

"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Lan shook his hand in front of him.

"I just wanted to go to Muya, now I want to live in the mountains and seas." Lu Chai said, "Unfortunately, you didn't even have a meal of roast duck when you went back to Wangcheng."

Xiao Lan covered his mouth: "Don't mention it."

"Still minding the cut?" Lu Chai smiled, "I'm not angry again."

"I'm angry myself, can't you?" Xiao Lan hugged him and sat on the side of the bed, rubbing his thumb across the white neck-the skin had healed to the point where no scars could be seen, but when he thought of the red dripping blood, there was still something in his heart. upset.

"Shanhaiju's roast duck chef was invited by his eldest brother from a century-old shop in Wangcheng at a high price." Lu Chai leaned in his arms, "The craftsmanship is very good. Back then, the adult he harmed was not the champion, so I had to find out."

Xiao Lan seldom heard him mention the previous things. Seeing that he was full of interest at this time, he also shook his hand and let him continue to chatter.

"Next time we will go back and eat." Lu Zhui said, "The King City is big and prosperous. If you meet Fanbang to celebrate, the whole street will be decorated with red and colorful colors. The lanterns that are lit at night can even light up half the sky. ."

Xiao Lan smiled: "Yeah."

"There is also the palace, do you want to go?" Lu Zhui looked at him with bright eyes.

"In the deep palace, can you enter casually?" Xiao Lan asked.

"None else can't do it naturally, but we can mix in with Master Wen." Lu Zhui was excited. "Previously, every time I went to the palace, I could search for a lot of good tea and wine from the emperor. This business is not a loss."

Xiao Lan squeezed his chin and took a bite with her relatives.

"The emperor is not the same as the rumored one." Lu Chai said, "When he only had his own family, he was not dignified at all, and he was often killed by Wen Da's popularity."

Thousands of miles away, Wen Liunian sneezed in the imperial study, his nose flushed.

"Is Aiqing catching a cold?" After the Long Case, the emperor Da Chu held his head in one hand and cinnabar in the other, turning over the child carelessly.

"Back to the emperor, a cold wind slipped through the door." Wen Liunian said, "It's all right."

"What do you think of this matter?" Chu Yuan recruited Sixi and handed a memorial to Wen Liunian.

"He Xiao?" Wen Liunian frowned, "What happened to Xitou?"

Chu Yuan sneered: "This group of barbarians really refuses to stop. The Hu bandits who were beaten in the previous years have joined forces with Gulihan's old ministry and have frequently harassed me on the border of Da Chu for several months."

Although Da Chu has strong soldiers and strong horses, the barefoot opponents are not afraid to wear shoes. Cockroaches usually bite you and leave, and there is no ghost shadow hidden in the wind and sand. If the two sides really fight, then the border will be safe and secure, and I am afraid that it will be destroyed by war again, and the people will suffer.

"Talk about it," Chu Yuan said, "Do you still fight?"

"Back to the emperor, this sea is not stable yet, and we are fighting the Western Regions again, I am afraid it is wrong." Wen Liunian hesitated for a moment, and then said carefully, "Besides, although I have many soldiers, good generals are hard to find."

After so many years, a well-known God of War Shen Qianfan has emerged, together with Xue Huaiyue and several other young generals, guarding each place separately. It is true that there is no one more person, and then he will lead his army to the desert of the Western Regions. Na He Xiao is a descendant of Zhenxi General He Pingwei. After General He died in battle, he took over Shuaiyin and continued his father’s unfinished business. Unfortunately, he was loyal and wise, and he had no success in recent years. It's not an outstanding talent.

"Wen Aiqing." Chu Yuan knocked on the table.

Wen Liunian bitterly: "Huh?"

"When will Lu Zhui come back?" Chu Yuan stood up.

"The emperor, Shu Weichen bluntly said that he is really inappropriate for Lu Er to be in charge." Wen Liunian said, "Although he has a strategy, he can't make his health. He has been injured and ill, and he can't get out if it rains." Sending to the vast desert is terrible.

"Still in Mingyue Tomb?" Chu Yuan asked again.

Wen Liunian nodded.

"Where is Xiao Lan?" Chu Yuan looked at him.

Wen Liunian almost burst into tears. With this posture of cross-examination, I was afraid that the next one would send himself to war.

Chu Yuan patted him on the shoulder: "Aiqing is the prime minister of my great Chu, and wants to face me."

Wen Liunian said: "Yeah."

"Tell me about the young master of Mingyue Tomb." Chu Yuan said, "Xiao Jin said he was pretty good."

"Martial arts is good, the second master likes it, and the character is naturally not wrong." Wen Liunian said, "but...he is also sick."

Chu Yuan had a headache: "Why are your family members sick?"

Then I can't help it. Master Wen's eyes were mournful, very innocent.

Chu Yuan said: "What disease?"

Wen Liunian said: "I am amnesia."