Great Husband of the Northern Song Dynasty

It has become customary for the Zuojia to give gifts to the official family every year.

The official's family naturally did not lose that amount of money. What he did worse was his attitude, and his attitude of surrender.

After the interception and beheading of the five Xixia people, news came from Wan Shengjun that Su Kexing could take vacation in advance.

This is from the commander Huang Yi's gesture.

After returning home, three horse-drawn carriages were parked outside the door, and a team of sergeants saluted with pervasive spirits.

"Have seen Lang Jun."

Zuo Kexing nodded, "But the gift is coming from home?"

"Yes."

The leader was a literary man named He Gui, who was in his thirties and smiled very kindly.

Zhe Kexing cleaned the blood stains on the road, but the **** smell on his body was still strong. He Gui sniffed and asked, "Lang Jun, have you started?"

When the young man from Langjun came to Bianliang, half of them were protons, and half of them were to reduce the internal friction of the Fuzhou Army.

As the son of Zhe Jimin, Zhe Kexing can logically inherit Fuzhou, but he is too young. Fuzhou is a borderland, and it is impossible to give it to a young man. Therefore, Zuji succeeded to the higher ranks, and Zucker traveled to Beijing.

The news that Zhekexing was in Beijing kept spreading back to Fuzhou. He met Shen An and Zhao Zhongzheng. He made great achievements in several shots and earned a decent amount of money for Zhejia.

It is rumored that this Lang Jun started fiercely, and he was still fighting ...

But this is the new year!

Who is fighting in the New Year?

"Nothing, just killed a few people."

Open the door and go straight to wash and change clothes.

He Gui is also accustomed to his indifference and asks people to go to the kitchen to cook a fire and cook horses.

A large pot of steaming soup cakes was ready when the bucks came out.

He got a big bowl and squatted and snorted.

"It would be nice if there was wine."

This way He Gui was almost blown out of the soul by the cold wind. At this moment, he wished to soak into the wine jar.

The northwest is bitterly cold, and very few people do not drink, and not many people do not like to drink.

"Yes, there are a few altars."

He Gui immediately smiled and said: "Hurry up! But don't drink too much, we will enter the palace later."

The warriors in the Northwest are sturdy and despise the rules of the world. But here is the capital, and even the reckless temperament must be put away.

"Drinking nothing."

Zuo Kexing said so, when the wine jar was picked up, he opened the jar himself and drank the soup cake.

He Gui saw that drinking was like drinking water, but he shook his head slightly.

The news of Zuo Kexing kept going back, but his personal affairs did not know.

In He Gui's view, the appearance of such drinking is clearly an alcoholic.

The son of Laozhizhou was very powerful. He met Shen An and the current prince and made great contributions to the family.

But the drunkard doesn't work!

Numerous examples in history have proved that drunkards can only make mistakes.

He was tired all the way, and he felt sore all over here at this moment, so he took a drink.

puff!

As soon as the wine came into his mouth, a spicy spicy let He Gui spray.

Drinking water all over the floor, he looked up, stunned to see the drunkard who was drinking.

Zhe Kexing frowned at him and took a sip of wine without changing his face.

"Lang Jun!"

He Gui was a little flustered and walked over in disregard of Zunbei. He picked up the altar of liquor and bent over and sniffed.

The same spicy taste!

"Lang Jun, how much wine do you have ..."

Brother, let's not drink it, shall we?

He Gui was a little flustered, Zhe Kexing glanced at him, and then took a sip of wine. "How did you send this timid one this year?"

timid?

He Gui who got this comment was angry.

Of course he didn't dare to sigh in the air, but he dared to drink.

Drink it, get drunk and give a gift tomorrow.

It stands to reason that this gift should be brought with him, but He Gui sees that he drinks hard liquor like drinking water, and he can't help but feel bitter in his heart.

The problem of giving gifts one day later is not a big problem, but should we be alert?

He took a few sips of wine, burps, and turned his eyes straight.

After taking a few bites of soup cake to suppress alcohol, he started drinking again.

At half a catty height, He Gui's eyes were straight.

"Lang Jun ...... How much did Lang Jun drink?"

The men only dared to drink a cup to get tired, and Wen Yan said: "Lang Jun has drunk half a jar."

Lying!

He Gui felt that his life was really bitter, and he met a drunkard Lang Jun.

Can this drunkard dominate Fuzhou City? Can lead the battle?

No!

Then the discount will be considered abolished.

He Gui thought of this, tears in his eyes, "Laozhizhou is a good person! What a pity ..."

Unfortunately, having a son is an alcoholic.

His alcoholic interest gradually came up, and he heard Zike said: "Three cars get one car, and the rest goes to Shen's. One car is divided into two halves.

He Gui said, "Yes."

He looked at each other under his hands, but he dared not speak.

Later, He Gui finished the soup cake and got up staggeringly, "Go, give the official a gift."

A sergeant looked at Zuo Kexing with a pleading look, beckoning that something might happen.

Zuo Kexing used his thumb and **** to fasten the middle and lower parts of the bowl, and used his index finger to fasten the upper edge of the bowl.

He is the son of Zhe Jimin. If it were not young, the Zhejia and Fuzhou should be his **** at the moment, so what he said was very important.

The sergeants looked at each other, and someone went to the car and brought a car gift out.

The war horse that had eaten the concentrate sizzled and went to the Imperial City with a trembling spirit.

He Gui rode all the way, and when he was outside the imperial city, the convoy of gifts came.

Seeing that He Gui had only brought a carriage, there was a burst of laughter from the planter.

The headed manager came over, and when He Gui dismounted, he smelled a wine, and the smile was more sincere, "This is ... only one car?"

"Yes!" He Gui looked at the three carriages behind him, and all his alcohol dissipated, leaving only fear.

In the past, there were three carriages, but this year there was only one carriage. What does that mean?

There are fewer and fewer gifts to the official family, and one less is more than 60%.

Will the official family be angry?

He Gui's drinking all turned into cold sweat.

He panicked at the moment!

Lang Jun, you killed somebody!

There is something wrong with this matter. Naturally, Zui Jizu will not blame him, but will only hit the board on He Gui.

Therefore, in addition to resentment and condemnation, He Gui also hated his own amount of wine.

There is a small amount of wine wrong, and I can't drink it in the future.

At this moment He Gui swears in his heart that he will not drink any more in this life.

The steward of the breeder was laughing, and went straight to say, "Please also go to the confession to say that the northwest is bitter and cold, but there are also some things that are not valuable. The breeder dare not hide it and thinks about giving it to the official family."

Those things are really worthless, but they are all specialties of the Northwest.

This is the mind.

Someone quickly reported it, and the rest began to check the things in the cart.

The manager didn't worry about this, and walked to He Gui's side and laughed: "My family Lang Jun said, the battle between the goalkeepers is common, and the real force is on the battlefield. There was no movement in Jiancheng, so this gift-giving was not a break from the family breakup, but the planter wanted to kill the enemy! "

Gift-giving is an expression of attitude: Your majesty, the loyalty of the breeder will only be more than that of the family, but seek the opportunity to kill the enemy!

He Gui also understood at this moment, and his face became paler.

This is a fight between the goalkeepers, but he made a mistake.

go back?

He looked at the solitary carriage and knew he could not go back.

This matter has already exploded, and then going back to get the two carriages is to try to cover up and die.

So he could only stand still, his heart beating faster and faster.

"Has the family been so poor? This is a carriage."

"This year is the first year of Ping Ping, the first year of the official family year.

To ridicule the old rivals is a reserved show for both parties. If the seed grows bad at the moment, He Gui will also ridicule.

He Guimu raised his head and just listened.

"Your family is in the turbulent waters in the city of Beijing, why don't you ask him? Is this a self-assertion? When you turn around, Jizu will pick you up and let you go and deal with Fan people ..."

He Gui lowered his head and couldn't help laughing.

Even the kind of family members said that he was good at mixing in Beijing, but he didn't know it was a drunkard, and he made a big mistake in one sentence.

"It was Chen Duzhi who came."

Someone whispered, and everyone stood up quickly, squeezing out a smile and facing Chen Zhongheng who came.

The stewards of the breeders smiled naturally, and Chen Zhongheng approached before and after: "My family Langjun kindly sent the villain some special northwest products to celebrate the New Year."

Too much talk does not necessarily move people, but will be disgusted.

Chen Zhongheng glanced at the carriages and said lightly: "The official family will be happy."

"The villain is grateful."

The manager took a clean step back ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Chen Zhongheng looked to the other side.

"Why ... just a carriage?"

His questioning was calm and without anger, but He Gui was still sweating in an instant.

"Yes ... it's the villain's fault. I forgot there was ..."

"That's it." Chen Zhongheng interrupted his words and said: "One by one, just make a contribution to the bank, even if it is to make up ..."

What rice?

The steward of the breeder couldn't believe it: "Is this enough?"

And what credit can make up for this?

This is to despise the official family!

Chen Zhongheng glanced at him and frowned, "What did you do outside the Imperial City? Calm down!"

The manager covered his mouth and regretted his intestines.

Chen Zhongheng said to He Gui: "Zuo Ke Xing was aggrieved. The official's family had previously said that let him rest for a few days."

He Gui went back to the house of Su Kexing, and he was dumbfounded to see Su Kexing still drinking.

Is this a drunkard or a divinity!

"how is it?"

Su Kexing put down his wine glass, then got up and moved his body.

"Chen Zhongheng said your credit ..."

He Gui puzzled: "Why didn't the official family take advantage of this opportunity?"

"Because this official doesn't like to suppress warriors!"

Zhe Kexing said: "As for the credit, someone who is still young is already a hero. It is better to send some handles to the officials."

He Gui shook in his heart, "Lang Jun, these wrists ... Where do you know?"

Where is the tactic in the past? Is this change too great?

Zhe Kexing shook his head and refused to explain, but Shen An appeared in his mind.

Shen An Ligong had to break people's legs to offset too much, and this was also a kind of imitating, fortunately, the official family saw the folding family knowing to advance and retreat.

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good night! On the last day of the month, ask for a monthly ticket!