Kuroko smiled bitterly and pointed to the road that had been blocked by the melee, saying, "Sir, I can't go back."

White-haired sweat was emitting from Jiaohe's forehead. His body was weak and he was motivated one after another. At this moment, a feeling of disgust came out in his heart, and his whole body gradually twitched and started to sway.

"grown ups--"

"Don't worry about me, go forward and go to the atrium!"

Jiaohe interrupted his words, and at the same time he tried his best to wave his scimitar to cut down the approaching warriors of Cana. But at this moment, countless war horses suddenly flew past them. They were defeated foreign invaders retreating, their leaders

He died, and his head was pulled high into the sky by the warriors of Cana with a short sword.

Heizi glared at the moment when he was approaching the Cana people. He suddenly pulled out the spear from the corpse on the ground and immediately stepped in front of him.

He shouted in shock: "Sir, you go first, Heizi will give you the rear of the palace!"

Jiaohe snatched his shoulder and said with a serious expression: "Hiko! Am I still your captain?"

"Of course, Lord Jiaohe will always be the captain of Heizi!" Heizi roared loudly at the Cana people, "So Heizi has to guard here, guard until Lord Jiaohe evacuates! Lord!" Heizi plucked his strength and shouted, "Let's go."

!!!”

The deafening roar spread to the sky, causing the Cana warriors who were approaching all gathered and stared at Heizi.

"Kukuko--"

Jiaohe was about to pull Heizi's back collar, but Burigude rode his horse and picked him up, then rode his horse in the direction of the atrium!

"Master Jiaohe, your kindness is back today!" Heizi stabbed a spear ruthlessly and quickly, stabbing a Cana warrior, and then he put his spear upside down into the sand, "Go! Don't look back!"

Jiaohe struggled violently on the horse's back. He stared at Heizi's back with his eyes open and shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Heizi!!!"

The Cana warriors all approached Heizi, who pulled out the sword from the corpse, and raised the sword to face the enemy in front of him without fear.

"Grandsons, your grandfather Heizi is here, so don't even think about going over!" Heizi raised his sword and roared with fierce gazes, "Heizi, the scout in the Blowing Camp, is here, come! Come!!!"

The big feet stepped on the sand and raised the flying sand, and the red blood sand drifted in the air. Heizi held up his sword and charged towards the Cana warrior!

The spear was stabbed out, Jiaohe closed his eyes in shock by this scene, and he turned his face and did not look back.

"He died of dignity." Burigod's words were heavy, "I respect a brave warrior like him."

Jiaohe couldn't bear to turn around, so he kept his eyes closed.

Liang Fenghou on the dune opened his eyes, and he looked at Heizi standing in the sand. The spear pierced his chest and blood flowed down the spear. But magically, Heizi stood upright even though he died.

In the sand, his eyes widened were shocked by the warriors of Cana who had walked by him.

"Sir." The scout also saw this scene. He clenched his fists, "The whole army is ready, it's time to set off."

Liang Fenghou turned around and held the reins he handed over. When he turned over the horse, the scout asked, "Sir, do you still need to send someone to guard this place?"

"No need." Liang Fenghou looked at the black man in the sand for the last time, "He will keep watching for us."

The scout followed his gaze and looked at Heizi's body for the last time, then fell silently and sighed.

The eagle in the sky suddenly flew down, and its sharp claws clasped on the scout's arm.

The scout took out the letter from the eagle's feet and handed it to Liang Fenghou and said anxiously: "Sir, Chongdu will report it!"

Liang Fenghou opened his eyes and his eyes gradually frowned between the lines.

He turned to the scout and said, "Immediately send a message to Lord Wei Shi, so that he can immediately purchase grain in Daizhou."

The scout asked in surprise: "The military rations in the pass are enough to spend the summer. This is—"

Liang Fenghou said coldly: "The Grand Marshal has died. From now on, I will be the guardian of Manhong Pass. This is my military order."

The scout was shocked and clasped his fists, and Liang Fenghou clamped his horse's belly and whispered lightly.

"drive."

June 22nd, summer solstice.

Time flies, and time flies. Summer in Yanzhou is a good season for growing tea. Although heavy water occurs frequently every year, the suburbs outside the city are surrounded by mountains, and tea households grow seedlings in the tea fields early to sprinkle water.

During the 30 years that Jiang Zimo served as the governor of the prefecture, he had been slowly promoting the policy of changing tea fields into farmland. However, most of the local tea households in Yanzhou were poor, and most of them were tea farmers from generation to generation, and they did not like to work hard. In addition, the disaster of floods was caused by the disaster.

The price of tea has been falling again and again. Even so, the strategy of changing tea to rice has been pushed again and again. Until Jiang Zimo was escorted into the capital, the thirty years of hard work was completely abandoned.

Now summer is coming, autumn and winter are in sight, and there are not many days left. Yanzhou has few farmers and every year asks all parts of the southwest to mobilize food and grass to provide disaster relief. Time is urgent, and it is a big deal for local county officials. They are all in a row.

He went straight to Yanzhou and asked Chen Qiusheng to decide, but Chen Qiusheng's attitude made them feel depressed and disgusted.

On the summer solstice, cicadas cried sadly, and loud sounds lingered in the fence courtyard.

Chen Qiusheng was wearing a simple cloth shirt. He squatted on the steps sweating profusely, holding bamboo strips in his hand and weaving them patiently. The finished products of bamboo strips were piled on his side, mostly bamboo baskets and bamboos.

plate.

"Sir, sir!" The servant stood in front of the fence and called quietly, "The letter from Chongdu is written by the third master."

"Come in." Chen Qiusheng lowered his head and worked hard on his hands. "My hands are not clean, you can read it."

The servant opened the letter and cleared his throat. Just as he was missing, he suddenly looked at the old man sitting in the room. The old man was short and like a dwarf. His white beard was dense and long on his chin, so he didn't care if he was dragged on the ground.

Chen Qiusheng skillfully pulled the bamboo strips like needles and threads. When he looked up, he glanced at the servant and said slowly, "Don't care about the old man, but it's okay to think about it."

"Now." The servant bowed his head and began to recite the faith, "Brother took it personally, and now the chaos in Chongdu has passed. Your Majesty's holy heart is compassionate to the world and regained the court. Pang Boyi planned to usurp the throne in the court, and everyone was punished by the traitors and traitors, and was defended by the Western Front.

Jiao Hongxue is responsible for helping the king, but Your Majesty is safe. However, the old man Pinghu Biaozhen was killed by a thief in order to protect the saint. The prison lost his great talent, and the young *** was heartbroken and asked his brother for forgiveness. In addition, Chongduzhi

In the chaos, countless officials at the Shangshutai died and injured, and the Taiwei Tian Cangzhou also died. Only the younger brother was protected by heaven and survived. The prison was settled, so the elder brother should not worry. Chen Jinqiu, the second brother of Chen, left a letter."

After hearing this, Chen Qiusheng put down the bamboo strips, raised his hand and pulled the letter over. He finished reading the ten lines at a glance, and then handed them to the servant.

"Send a letter to Lord Hu's family and a gift. You go to Chongdu to burn incense and worship for me, and tell his wife, "Qiu Sheng and Lord Hu are both teachers and friends, and their ancestors are in trouble for the country, so loyal and brave.

, Qiu Sheng was ashamed. In addition, I informed me to go to the prison and if the descendants of Mr. Hu’s family have difficulties in the future, I must help me." Chen Qiu Sheng supported his knees, "No word is wrong, remember?"

"Remember, no word." The servant bent over and nodded, "That little one will go now."

Chen Qiusheng nodded, then picked up the bamboo strips and began to weave them slowly.

"Master Qi Zhou, the bamboo is very good today, with moderate softness and hardness. It can be said to be the choice of bamboo chairs and bamboo mats." Chen Qiusheng raised his sleeve and wiped his sweat. "I'm brave enough to make a bamboo chair and respect you."

"Since you have been to Yanzhou, you have learned all the old man's decades of craftsmanship." Qi Zhou, real man weaving bamboo strips, said with a smile, "I want to pass on a bamboo chair for me, just make me a bamboo chair."

?No."

"One day, one day, one will be a father, and a bamboo chair will express one's feelings. After learning the master's skills, I will naturally serve the master as my old age." Chen Qiusheng clenched the bamboo thorns in his fingers, "If I don't do it in the future, I will not do it in the future

After the official position, I will set up a bamboo pedestal to serve the master to live up to his old age.”

"Old man, I'm just a natural age now. You kid are really a fool." Qi Zhou Zhenren shook his feet and pointed at Chen Qiusheng and said, "Since ancient times, officials have always spoken two words. They are good at speaking but not in their hands and hearts.

I'm dialing my abacus. I haven't suffered any losses for a few years."

Chen Qiusheng wrapped a boiled mud pot in a veal, then entered the house and poured tea respectfully, saying, "The master is strong and will definitely live a hundred years of long life."

"Good and smooth." Qi Zhou Zhenren nudged him happily, "If I have a daughter, I will definitely be my wife." When he said this, his expression suddenly appeared.

He shook his head melancholy, "What a pity, that girl is secretly convinced now that I can't make any decision."

Chen Qiusheng smiled warmly, he poured the tea and handed it over respectfully. But at this moment, a leisurely voice suddenly came from outside the house.

"If life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sorrowful to paint a fan?" The man said, standing in front of the fence and looking inward, "Yan Luo has served in hell for generations, never hurting love, but has only crossed the sadness and pain and made a boat."

Chen Qiusheng heard the reputation and saw them passing by. They were separated by narrow paths, and the fence seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. They looked at each other from afar. The warmth in their eyes was the familiar gazes of each other. The smoke curled up, dimming their faces.

"Far from Away." Chen Qiusheng looked at him calmly, "You are here."

"Luyao, going south to Yanzhou, I am not good at riding a horse, and the ox cart is very suitable for me." Gu Yaozhi looked at him and smiled slightly, "I haven't seen you for many years, Qiu Sheng."

Chen Qiusheng stood up and walked to the fence. He pushed open the door and stopped and looked at Gu Yaozhi for a while. Then he raised his sleeve and pointed it, "If you have friends from afar, please."

Gu Yaozhi carried the bag on his shoulders. He was wearing a light shirt, his lower robe was decorated with mud dots, and the shoes on his feet were the same. His appearance was fair and he looked like a scholar at first glance, but it was too inconspicuous.

Always like a stranger on earth. When you walk in front of people, you will feel like a rushing passenger with a calm breeze. It will be forgotten by others in a short while.z.br

Gu Yaozhi nodded slightly and said, "Feng Chen is so angry that he is nagging."

Qi Zhou looked at the two of them, blew his white beard impatiently, and muttered: "It's so literary, a good man is like a woman."

Chen Qiusheng was attracted by the seat. The house was simple, the straw mat was paved with floors, the short table was simple and old, and the windows on all sides of the house were spacious and the breeze was whispering.

"A good place, there are mountains and waters." Gu Yaozhi leaned over and smelled the fragrance of tea from the mud pot, "and the dream of cage fragrance."

"Yanzhou is barren, and there is no other hospitality. Only the tea is used to stop you from thirst." Chen Qiusheng put his sleeves in his pouring tea, "Please forgive me."
Chapter completed!