One master, one minister, one word, one answer.

"After he won the ranking, his fate was originally destined to be short-lived. Unexpectedly, his fate was suddenly tampered with and he survived."

"Oh? Is there such a strange thing? It is indeed strange!"

"After he was kicked out of the house by Mrs. Cui, he was originally frozen to death in the wilderness, but unexpectedly he suddenly transformed into a very powerful destiny."

"Strange! How strange!"

"Later on, his fortunes went up and down."

"Why does it go up and down sometimes?"

"For example, he was loved to the heavens at that time, but at this moment, the old minister pinched his fingers and found that he had been pinched until he passed out."

"Is this such a rare thing? Come on, please go to Lu Guogong's camp and check out the situation of a Wenlin man named Ni Tu. What is the situation now and what was the situation an hour ago?" Li Zhi sent someone there with great interest.

See what happens.

"Here!"

Deep in the Qinling Mountains.

The Laoyu River, which had been bustling for two days, returned to tranquility.

Inside the camp, Ni Tu was lying on the kang with his back stretched out, breathing in but not out.

Doctor Tang Ji was using moxibustion needles to prick Ni Tu's bruised neck.

Ni Tu was really worried that Dr. Tang would accidentally puncture the aorta, in which case he might be able to return to his original place.

After some cautious operations by Dr. Tang Ji, he applied the sticky plaster on Ni Tu's neck.

Regarding such an image, Ni Tu worried that it would not be long before he would be frozen in the plaster and turn into a plaster mummy, a clay sculpture-like terracotta warrior and horse.

"Tang Master, let me teach you a way, so that you will not waste too much plaster, and will not reduce the efficacy of the plaster due to rapid loss of water."

Ni Tu's method is naturally a plaster often used in previous lives.

Dr. Tang Ji suddenly became interested in this method of applying plasters, and he kept making them and calling Ni Tu.

In three quarters of an hour, Ni Tu was wrapped up tightly.

His face was even covered with stickers, leaving only two nostrils for breathing, two eyes for glaring at people, and a mouth for swearing.

After waking up, Cheng Yaojin felt ashamed to see Ni Tu, but he still let Cheng Zheng come to deliver the message.

After Ni Tu heard this, his mood suddenly plummeted.

"Aweng said you would betroth your sister to me?"

"Yes, my uncle's girl, this one is just right."

"What does she look like?"

"Not very good, worse than me."

Ni Tu looked at Cheng Zheng in front of him. He was tall and thick, with his mouth turned upward and his head as big as a pig's head. He suddenly felt extremely tight in his chest.

"How strong is your girl?"

"Strong! If you tie eight cows together, they can pull them backwards and run."

"ah!"

"How does your girl eat?"

"No! She can only eat five bowls of rice at a time. If she wants to eat more, she has to wait for a cup of tea. If she does this three times, she can still eat more."

"ah!"

"Brother, I want to ask you something."

"explain!"

"Can I escape?"

"No! Aweng said a long time ago that government soldiers are also soldiers, and those who escape privately are deserters. If they are caught, they will be beheaded on the spot."

"Ah! I'll just die!"

"Don't be happy, don't be happy. Soon you will be able to see her as you wished. Aweng has already written a letter of divorce and had it sent back to Chang'an City."

"Can I be disfigured?"

"That's not necessary, my sister will help you do it. I used to wrestle with her when I was a child, and every time she couldn't beat me, she would scratch my face with her long nails, scratching me like a beggar. Brother, you

What's wrong? Don't be so happy that you roll your eyes!"

"Pull me out. I need to go out for some air. My chest is tight and I'm short of breath. I'm depressed."

"What is depression?"

"There is a kind of depression called marrying your sister."

On the high hillside, there is an extremely wide road in front of you.

The field of vision is particularly broad.

Especially today, it is a rare good weather with clear skies after snow, and the view can reach hundreds of miles.

Under a persimmon tree, two guys were standing, leaning against the tree trunk, and one guy was lying on the support, his limbs paralyzed with only a few breaths remaining.

"I said, brother, I was joking with you just now, don't take it seriously. My sister is not as good as I just said!"

For the first half of the sentence, Ni Tu finally regained his breath, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, Ni Tu barely took a breath and immediately stood up, jumped down the slope and fell to his death.

"Hahaha……"

Seeing Ni Tu's embarrassment, Cheng Zheng and Jia Er couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.

"Ding bell, clang, clang, clang..." A team of hundreds of people came from the distance of the avenue.

There were carriages, escorts by soldiers, and an extremely luxurious car walking at the back.

"Look! Changsun's salt team! They were the ones who beat us last time!"

"Bad luck! It turns out it was these damn unlucky ghosts who brought it!" Ni Tu cursed loudly, venting his resentment.

Cheng Zheng and Jia Eryi looked at each other for a moment. The scolding seemed familiar.

Cheng Zheng fell to the ground in admiration and said in his heart: "He is indeed a good brother of Cheng Zheng. He even scolds people in the same way as me. Good! Good!"

Jia Er even felt that Ni Tu's younger brother was honest and trustworthy, and he was indeed one of his own.

"Brothers, use the knife, follow me and I will kill them!" Ni Tu said, taking off all the plaster on his face, standing up and shouting to the pedestrians in the distance on the avenue.

"Brother, are you okay?" Cheng Zheng asked in confusion.

"Bullshit! What can happen to me! Hurry! Carriages and swords are at your service! Kill them!"

Ni Tu was so cathartic and released that Cheng Zheng and Jia Er also became interested.

"Okay! Let's go! Lead the entire army to kill these bastards!"

Cheng Zheng's appeal was indeed huge. Three men and two horses suddenly stopped the Changsun family's salt transport team.

"Catch! This mountain was opened for me, and this tree was planted for me. I have to pass by here and leave money to buy the road!" Cheng Zheng used the big ax to return to Cheng Yaojin's old business. He suddenly felt majestic and swallowed up the mountains and rivers.

The soldiers escorting the salt team hula rushed to the front and met the three people head-on.

"Pah, pah, pah!" A man squeezed out from behind the team, clapped his hands and laughed happily.

"What a little turtle grandson who steals money from the road."

This person was clearly Changsun Jing. After he got the position of "Prince Washing Horses" promised by Changsun Wuji, he still followed Changsun Wuji's instructions to supervise the production of salt and escort the trucks.

For this reason, Changsun Jing gave up all thoughts of going to the flower house to drink wine, and concentrated on making salt on the salt field.

Just when the spring breeze was triumphant, I saw Jia Er, who was beaten away by his own people last time, and saw another person sitting behind him.

That person was Ni Tu, whose neck was covered with plaster.

The two of them rode on the same horse. It was because he didn't know how to ride a horse or because Cheng Zheng lacked horses.

Such an unbearable scene!

Changsun Jing seemed to have seen a ridiculous scene: after a while, the three of them were beaten to the ground by their own people, kowtowed and begged for mercy, and then fled in a hurry.

Thinking of this, Changsun Jing couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!