The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

It seems that I just woke up from a dream and fell into short-term hysteria, and now I finally regained consciousness, and said slowly: "Your grandma sewed this for me when I made love to me. This is the first time I have been in exile for so many years." A new suit."

"No wonder it's so simple!"

Zhao Hao smacked his lips: "Co-author, you haven't grown up for so many years!"

The old man paused, squeezed the finger holding the needle vigorously, resisting the urge to prick Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao hurriedly shut up, thinking that the little old man had failed to find his wife, and he was in a bad mood, so it would be better not to mess with him, so he sat beside him and waited quietly, looking extremely well-behaved.

It took a full incense stick of time before the old man sewed up the few holes in the clothes. His needlework was not proficient, but he sewed it carefully and the stitches were neat. Patches make no difference.

It may be because it took too long to sew, his eyes were a little sore, and it took him a while to recover, and when he let go of his hands, his eye sockets were already red.

"Ugh!"

The old man sighed: "I didn't find it."

Zhao Hao asked: "What about the mountain axe?"

The old man moved his lips, hesitated for a long time before saying: "I only saw a statue of a mountain axe."

"statue?"

Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that the trace given by Xin Si... that is, the trace given by Huang He was a mountain ax or the ax marks it made, but he didn't expect it to be a statue, so he couldn't help but curiously said: "This What does the statue mean?"

"it……"

The old man couldn't continue talking, he was stunned for a long time, and heaved a long sigh.

Zhao Hao could sense that the old man was in a low mood, so he took the initiative to change the subject: "Grandpa! What's in the wilderness? You are such a high-level expert, have your clothes been chopped off?"

"Little brat can't even lick!"

The old man couldn't help cursing: "There are tens of thousands of heroes in the world, how come you say that anyone who can cut my clothes is considered a master?"

Zhao Hao asked with a smile: "I just thought that none of the great generals of the Wei State could hurt a single hair of your hair. These people even cut your clothes, so I thought that there are many wild masters."

The old man stopped talking to him, and said with a solemn expression: "There are indeed many wild masters. With the number of strong masters in the wild, if it weren't for the fate of the country in the territory of the Han Dynasty, it would only be a matter of time before the six kingdoms would be wiped out."

"So exaggerated!"

Zhao Hao was taken aback, but thinking about it, it seemed to be the case. Now he only knew of a few people who came back from the wilderness, and none of them had a low level of cultivation. It seemed that the wilderness really had a lot of masters.

Fortune is a good thing.

He continued to ask: "Is there anyone stronger than you in the wild?"

The old man thought for a while and said seriously: "Maybe there is, but I haven't encountered it yet."

Zhao Hao was silent for a while, then slowly extended his thumb.

This is a good pretend, as expected of a member of our old Zhao family.

Comparing the two aspects, he has a general understanding of the strength of Manhuang. In terms of the number of masters, it must be much more than that of the Six Nations, but the ceiling combat power may not be so high, which is a bit interesting.

"Then tell me..."

Zhao Hao still wanted to ask, but was interrupted impatiently by the old man.

"It's still too early for you to understand these things. Tell me, are Muyan City and Shangliang City the ghosts you created?"

When he first heard the news from these two cities, his first reaction was surprise, thinking that maybe his wife had returned.

Whether it is the object of revenge or the means of revenge, they are very similar to his wife.

Moreover, Muyan City and Shangliang City are relatively close to the edge of the barren country, and belong to places where the national fortune is relatively weak. These two people are indeed suitable for priority revenge.

But after thinking about it, these news are completely contradictory to the information I have investigated in the Wilderness.

Combined with the things that Zhao Hao said in front of the bamboo building...

Sure enough, Zhao Hao stretched out his thumb, and said with a shocked face: "You can guess this, you are indeed the Duke of Zhen!"

The old man was a little impatient, and slapped him on the head: "Tell me! How did you do it?"

"Lao Yang did it!"

Zhao Hao blurted out.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at him. Old Yang did have the ability to do these things.

but……

He continued to ask: "I heard that it was a woman who made the shot!"

"Whoa!"

Zhao Hao patted his thigh: "You don't know, Lao Yang's women's clothing is really pretty!"

Old man: "..."

The best thing this dog is good at is talking nonsense, and when he farts, his face doesn't blush and his heart beats.

According to the investigation of his subordinates, the person who made the shot was an out-and-out woman no matter in terms of body shape, movement or voice.

You said it was Lao Yang's women's clothing?

Why don't you say it's your own women's clothing?

But judging from the boy's appearance, he was going to be stubborn to the end, and he would definitely not be able to ask anything.

Although Lao Yang was in the Zhen Guo Mansion, he could not be regarded as his own in the strict sense, otherwise he would not have secretly taken the boy to Zhongcui Palace, and he did not know until the boy confessed himself.

but……

Who is that woman who made the shot?

Zhao Hao looked at the old man with a frank look in his eyes, but he was muttering in his heart.

At that time, I decided to cooperate with Ning Wanli because I was moved by her words. Even if the old man would protect himself, the ending that the old man wanted was definitely different from the ending he wanted.

Therefore, there are some things that don't need to be known to the old man.

The grandfather and grandson looked at each other for a while, but in the end they still didn't dig deeper into this issue.

The old man said in a low voice: "Tell me, how did you arrange it!"

Zhao Hao laughed and said, "It's not very complicated, I'll tell you about the script."