Don't want it

"Continue to investigate, and you must not alert the snake." Wang Yinchuan said seriously.

Major matters related to the safety of the country cannot be underestimated.

Wei Ting nodded, wiped his hand with a cloth towel and said, "Okay."

Before marrying Wang Yinchuan, people often joked in the military camp that Pojun was Weiting's eldest lady. Later, Wang Yinchuan married him and Pojun ranked second and became a concubine. However, Weiting still favored him. He held him and wiped him before going to bed every day, which was more diligent than taking a bath by himself.

In the past few days, under Wang Yinchuan's persuasion, the old love has rekindled, and the favor has become more and more prosperous, and I even wish I could hold it in my arms all the time.

As he wiped, he seemed to think of something and said, "I heard that my wife went to the military camp today?"

"Go." Wang Yinchuan had no intention of hiding her. She had been free in the military camp for a long time. Now Wang Yun is in power in the court, and is very popular and can no one shake it. Now no one dares to stop her. There is no need to stop her when she goes to see Wei Feng.

Wei Ting paused Po Jun's actions and raised his head to meet her starry-like eyes, "Why are you suddenly interested in going to the military camp today?"

Wang Yinchuan took off his head full of pearls and jade, looked at the dark and blurred face in the bronze mirror, and said, "Don't you have eyeliner? Today the guard followed me all the way. Don't you know what I'm going to do?"

Wei Ting leaned the wiped gun against the wall, walked to the dressing mirror, looked at her expression carefully, and said, "Are you angry?"

Wang Yinchuan ignored him and put the jade hairpin in the makeup box, picked up the wooden comb to sort out his hair.

When Wei heard this, he grabbed the small wooden comb from her hand flatteringly. The wooden comb was carved with lifelike crabapple flowers and was bunched with black tassels. The wooden comb was not big. Wang Yinchuan just held it in his hand, and it became pitiful when he got it. Wei laughed and said, "Don't be angry."

"It's normal for me to have my eyeliner in the army. After all, I have been on the battlefield and read military books. If I hadn't had this scheming yet, wouldn't I have died on the battlefield long ago?"

He seemed to remember something, and stopped again, saying, "I don't want me to be more careful, why don't you want me now?"

Wei Ting picked up the comb and did not dare to use force. He only dared to comb her gently. While combing, he carefully looked at Wang Yinchuan's expression in the bronze mirror.

The room was silent.

Wang Yinchuan said, "Then why are you asking? I am not satisfied with my whereabouts?"

"I left my home and went to my home. What did I say, what did I do, what action, and what words could escape your eyes?"

She glanced at him without a trace. Although she was not emotional, Wei Ting was a little nervous. He secretly hid the fallen hair and said, "My wife is so angry."

"Yan Chong?" Wang Yinchuan chewed these two words carefully, pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, without saying anything.

She reached out, took the wooden comb from Weiting, placed it on the dressing table, turned around and walked towards the bed.

Wei Ting followed closely and said, "Madam, don't be angry anymore. It's me that I'm talking too much. You really went to see Wei Feng today. I just had some... some..."

After talking for a long time, I didn't say anything, so I came.

Wang Yinchuan turned around, glanced at him lightly, and said, "Since you know, don't ask more questions. Also, if you don't want to sleep, go to the study to handle official duties."

Wei Ting immediately said, "No, what you want to sleep, what you want to sleep."

Wang Yinchuan is indeed not just to see Wei Feng today. She hasn't been to the military camp for a long time. She said she was going to see Wei Feng, but she still didn't go there specifically, but there was something else that worried her.

Wang Yinchuan thought for a long time, and the moon was bright in the middle of the night, and the cold wind blew. She frowned, got up, and blew out the light.

——

Wujiapo, beggar's nest.

There was a small table with a pot of wine and a few dishes on the table, and four people sat around the table.

The loess is built into a wall, and the thatch covers the roof. The beggars are wearing tattered clothes. The leader is wearing ragged clothes that have been sewn for many years. There is a stick at his feet. Although the face is vicissitudes, the corners of his eyes are piled up, the hair is scattered, and it is as dry as thatch, but the eyes are steady, and it is obviously the leader of the beggar.

The beggar raised the wine glass in his hand, looked at the scholar and swordsman in front of him with gratitude, and said, "I also want to thank Brother Xue for getting rid of the bandits from Qinglong Village. Otherwise, how could we, the old, weak, sick and disabled beggars, eat wine here and beg for peace of mind in Chang'an City?"

The two people around also raised their wine glasses, and the three of them raised their glasses together to toast.

In front of them, although Xue Pinggui was in a neat robe, his hair was tied into a bun on his head, and a wooden hairpin was inserted into it, which was a gentle, elegant and elegant young man.

He raised the wine glass in his hand, without a trace of the noble and arrogant nature of a scholar, and said to several people modestly, "Brother Beggar is too rewarded. If everyone hadn't helped me, how could I defeat Qinglongzhai alone?"

The beggar brother looked at him with a smile and said, "My brother is too modest. You are still very skilled in martial arts. Without you, we would not have defeated Qinglongzhai."

"My dear brother doesn't know that a few years ago, Qinglong Village was a refugee who fled from Yucheng. He burned, killed, looted, and committed all the evil, until he arrived at the mountain northwest of Wujiapo, where he set up camp. Naturally, they did not dare to go to the city to do evil. Later, they learned that we were in Chang'an, so they only robbed the money we begged for. If we resisted or gave less, they would beat and scold them."

As the beggar spoke, he looked at the stick on his legs, a branch with a crutch-like shape. After polishing, it turned into a crutch that supports his sick body every day. "My right leg is asked to be the leader of Qinglong Village to beat him to the lame. Alas, the beggars are all old, weak, sick and disabled. If they have a pair of good-handed and good-footed, who would have fallen into the role of being a beggar? Isn't this just that there is no other way to live, so I came here to be a beggar. Unexpectedly, even if I am a beggar, I would have to be bullied. The people in Qinglong Village are big and round, and they are all a group of strong men in prime. How dare we resist? After resisting, we were beaten to death and threw the body into the wilderness."

"This has been like this in recent years. Fortunately, you took us to a victory a few days ago. If it weren't for you, I really don't know who could save us from the fire and fire! The court doesn't care about things, as long as it doesn't harass the people, it's just us who suffer."

The beggar brother took his drinks one cup after another, and the oppression he had suffered for several years dissipated at this moment. He felt refreshed in his heart. His eyes looked at Xue Pinggui as if he saw his living parents, and he was crying with gratitude.

Speaking of the depths of love, the three beggars on the table hugged each other and cried into tears.

Xue Pinggui held the wine glass and said, "Brother Beggar Don't be sad anymore."

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!