Stirring up with the old enemy

Hao Chun seems to have a playful smile and doesn't care about anything, but once he does something, he is serious.

After he received an errand from the palace to go to the Western Regions, he spent half a month training soldiers in the barracks in the western suburbs, appointing more than a dozen generals.After submitting the list to Emperor Yong'an, he worked with Yuan Shilang of the Ministry of War to draw up a detailed expedition team. Seeing that he was about to leave Beijing, he thought of something.

"Speaking of which, young master, I once promised to invite someone to dinner." Hao Chun shook his stirrup, covered in dust, and raised his face in high spirits.

"Oh? I don't know who the Marquis is going to invite?" Yuan Qi, the servant of the Ministry of War, looked at him, reined in his horse and walked alongside him.

Hao Chun raised his face and thought for a moment.The sun shone on his youthful face, his eyes were as clear as autumn water.

"Well, it's nothing serious."

Hao Chun bared his teeth and smiled, turned around and said, "Has Your Majesty set a date for the expedition?"

"At the end of this month." Yuan Qi nodded with a smile. "Your Majesty is tired of this expedition!"

Hao Chun was taken aback, and muttered. "So fast?"

"It's not too fast." Yuan Qi heard it, and said after deliberation: "Qin Tian inspected the schedule and said that this autumn is the golden water transport, and also checked that your fate is gold, and the autumn expedition is Best day ever."

In autumn, there is only one little tail left.

"Okay, let's go at the end of the month." Hao Chun agreed without hesitation, and the cold jade-like young man passed by in a flash in his mind.

"drive--!"

Marquis of Pingle Hao Chun and Minister of War Yuan Qi left the camp in the western suburbs together, and galloped all the way to Chang'an City.When passing by Fulong Temple on the way, Hao Chun never looked back.

He thought, this young man with the alias Jun Han probably doesn't like men, let alone entangle with him.Now he is leaving, and he doesn't know if he can return to Chang'an alive.so be it!

Perhaps this is the arrangement given by God.

A few miles away, Chen Jingming, whose alias was Jun Han, who had deceived Pingle Hou Haochun, was also thinking about the stewed beef from Fangjian Changji in Chang'an Xishi.He was reading at the desk, usually he could read ten lines at a glance, but today he couldn't read a single word for some reason.

"Namo Amitabha Ye. Dotagata Ye. Dodi Yeta.

Amitabha Pomi.Amitabha.Xidanpobi.

Amitabha.Emperor Vijaland.Amitabha.Vijalando.

Gami greasy.Gagana.Hovenia Dhakali.Sa Po He. "

Outside the corridor, Ji Yang, the abbot of Fulong Temple, was beating on the wooden fish and chanting scriptures again.

Well, I can't read it anyway.

Chen Jingming simply put down the scroll, pulled on the wooden clogs and walked to the corridor, and walked along the gravel road to the Daxiong Hall.The light in the hall was dim, banners were hanging everywhere, and Ji Yang was chanting sutras with her eyes closed.

Chen Jingming stood there silently, but the sound of clogs clogging probably disturbed Ji Yang just now, Ji Yang's chanting paused for a moment, and then when he recited again, he became a little messy.

"Forget it, anyway, the poor monk is uncertain." Ji Yang sighed and put down the gavel to knock the wooden fish, turned to look at Chen Jingming and asked, "Is there anything undecided?"

Chen Jingming was a little uneasy, he hesitated and said, "I disturbed the mage."

"It's okay!" Ji Yang shook his head and smiled slightly, his handsome face was devoid of smoke and fire, and the corners of his two slender eyes were slightly wrinkled when he smiled. "Why are you undecided, you might as well talk and listen first."

Chen Jingming felt more and more embarrassed. Standing in the dim light of the hall with his hair down, he spoke in a low voice after a long time. "It was there before, but it's gone now."

"Oh?" Ji Yang was slightly surprised and looked him up and down. "Is it related to that Ping Lehou?"

Chen Jingming suddenly acted like a frightened bird, subconsciously stepped back half a step, and repeatedly denied it. "No, how could the mage think of him?"

Ji Yang narrowed his eyes with a half-smile.Although he is no longer Ji Shiba, the noble son of Chang'an in the past, he is still very sensitive and intelligent. The things that Chen Jingming is thinking about are confusing to the person involved, and in his eyes, they are nothing but juvenile affairs.

But he never liked to reveal the privacy of others, so he smiled and nodded. "Dare to feel that the poor monk guessed wrong."

Chen Jingming's ears were reddish, he hesitated for a moment, finally felt that uneasiness in his heart could not go away, he couldn't help but said: "I used to speak rudely in front of that Lord Pingle in Chang'an Fangfang, slandering the current Holy Majesty, I don't know if he will... "

Ji Yang waited for ten breaths, seeing that he would not continue, so she deliberately pretended to be confused and asked him with a smile. "What do you think he will do?"

Probably not, otherwise he wouldn't be able to stay so peacefully in the temple for half a month.

Chen Jingming already guessed in his heart that Hao Chun did not file a complaint, but for some reason, he was still very worried.That young Lord Pingle has never suffered a lot, and he is the number one celebrity in front of the Holy Spirit. Maybe one day he will think about it and he will be a moth.

"That matter, after all, was the student's fault first." Chen Jingming frowned slightly, still hesitating. "So these days, I can't calm down."

"The heart is the master of the six gods. If you really can't meditate, you have to think carefully whether it is your thoughts that make you uneasy, or something else."

"Thinking." Chen Jingming answered without thinking.

"Oh?" Ji Yang looked at him and smiled slightly. "What idea?"

Chen Jingming couldn't answer again.

Ji Yang didn't force him, just looked at the gradually dimming sky, and followed the cracks in the light.After a few breaths, he said quietly: "What's on your mind, even you yourself don't want to admit it, so what's the use of looking for the poor monk?"

Chen Jingming was tongue-tied and stuttered, his face flushed red.

"Why don't you think about it again?" Ji Yang took a full view of his embarrassment, but just smiled gently, holding the gavel in his hand again. "You go and think about the worldly affairs, the poor monk continues to recite the mantra of rebirth."

Kamiji... Sapoha...

Chen Jingming came out of the Daxiong Palace, his footsteps were a little unsteady, and the young man's body under the moon-white monk's robe was too tight, like a full bow.

Dianqi half-opened his eyes, at a loss.

**

The next day, Hao Chun sat in Pinglehou's mansion with his feet crossed, looking down at the people below.

"My lord, I'm about to go to war. This time, it will take three to five years at the earliest, and there will be no time limit. If you have relatives and old friends in Chang'an, you, you..."

Hao Chun pointed at the rows of maids in the hall, and grinned. "All of you are young and beautiful. As for me, you all know that I am a good man. Even if I come back alive by chance, I will only hang out with beautiful boys all day long. One or two of you, stay in I don't think much about it in the master's house, so it's better to ask the family members to come and take them back, and those who should marry should do what they want."

Mier, the maid, was the first to shed tears. "Master Hou is very rich and powerful, so he will definitely be able to come back from the Western Regions alive. The slaves are still waiting for you to beat the Desheng Gate and return to the court in a glorious manner! Lord, don't say such unlucky words."

Mi'er opened her head, and the maids all cried out.

The rest of the handsome boys and boys looked at each other, who knelt down first, and then a large group of them knelt in front of the hall, without raising their heads, and said in fear: "My lord will definitely win and return to the court, lord, you are a rich man!" You, Anu will burn three sticks of incense for you every day in the mansion."

Hao Chun sent these servants and maids, but he had informed Mr. Wang's servants before.There are many young and beautiful servants in Pinglehou's mansion. Men and women are not married, and they are afraid of accidents after a long time.What's more, Hao Chun, the master of the Hou's mansion, has traveled thousands of miles, there is no certain date for returning to Chang'an, and there is no wife in the mansion, it is indeed troublesome.

Wang Lao's servant originally agreed.But today, the servants and servants have been scattered for a long time, and no one is willing to leave. Instead, they all wept mournfully.

"What are you howling for?" Old Wang's servant rolled his eyes and yelled angrily. "Master Hou is benevolent, let you each find a way out, if you are willing, you will be willing, and no one will force you if you refuse to leave. Why cry!"

Hao Chunxiu tapped the armrest of the chair lightly with his long fingers, and after a while he bared his teeth and gave an inexplicable laugh.He beckoned, and the servants of the second door guard standing outside the door moved a box across the threshold.As soon as the lid of the box was opened, the silver ingots with white snowflakes almost blinded everyone.

"Because all of you have served the young master personally, the money is divided according to the number of years you have served and the rank of the mansion, let's go!"

The maid Mi'er raised her eyes that were red and swollen from crying, and said stubbornly: "Master, I won't go."

Hao Chun waved his hand nonchalantly. "Go, go! After three to five years, the young master will come back, and the house will have to buy a girl again. Why are you staying here? You are neither young nor beautiful. By that time, one and two old skin Wrinkles, laughing and puffing pink, who is disgusting?"

Mi'er, the maid, hiccupped like a goose with its throat stuck, and let out an "uh". "Master, you, you are really ruthless!"

"Presumptuous!" Wang Lao's servant was furious and changed his face. "Master, are you the ones who can criticize these things? One or two are unseemly, and get the money earlier! If you offend Lord Hou again, you will be beaten out of the house with sticks!"

The words were so terrific that even Mi'er, the maid who was used to being favored by Hao Chun, was scolded, and the rest of them turned pale and didn't dare to say anything.They lined up one by one, took the money and left in the order on the roster.

Before leaving, another one came crying to say goodbye to Hao Chun.

"Master, you... You have to take care of yourself when you go there. Put on your clothes in the cold and summer. Your lung meridian is weak, so be careful not to catch a cold! Even the wine, you will have to buy it from now on." Be careful, don't be greedy." Mi'er, the maid, crossed her hands and bowed again and again, babbling, crying into tears.

Hao Chun laughed nonchalantly, as if he didn't want to see such a crying scene, or maybe it was just annoying them crying, he flicked his clothes, got up and went out.

"Master Hou!"

"Master Hou..."

There were cries behind him like waves, rolling up the tide and snow.

A thousand piles of snow rolled up in Hao Chun's heart again and again.Everyone in his old Hao's family died long ago, and now he is the only one left. He lives alone in the mortal world, and he looks like a ghost.His father lost his life in the Western Regions back then, and he is going to the Western Regions now.Every time his father went to war in the past, the whole family of the general's mansion sent him off. He even met his father once when he was three years old.

At that time, my father was wearing an ordinary cotton robe and a crown, and he reached out and hugged him.

Ah Chun, you are the only legitimate son of my Hao family. You must study martial arts diligently at home, so don't let it go to waste.When Dad comes back next time, he will test you personally.

Three-year-old Hao Chun was wearing a embroidered embroidered jacket of Baizi Opera, with a long life lock around his neck, and asked him in a childlike voice, Dad, when will you teach me how to shoot?

Father's bearded mouth rubbed against his face.Next time, I will teach you next time I go home.

Hao Chun never waited for the "next time".His gun method was learned by the elder brother who secretly crawled into the abandoned general's mansion and got the gun.Elder brother didn't learn the Hao family's gun, because the elder brother said that the Hao family's marksmanship is only passed down to his sons.

Hao Chun lowered his eyes, and laughed loudly on purpose in order to hide the tears choking from his chest.

"Haha, man, just return it as a shroud in horse leather!"

In the autumn of the tenth year of Yong'an, 15-year-old Hao Chun's loud laughter echoed in the Pinglehou Mansion for a long time.Gradually, the sound of crying was covered.

The author has something to say:

Chen Jingming: Lord Hou, you are really cruel.Students, I'm still waiting for the stewed beef dish of Laochangji!

Hao Chun:. <{=． ． ． ． (ga~ga~ga~)