The villain king really doesn't want to rebel

It finally got warmer in April, and the streets were bustling.

The beginning of China will be next week, and every family that finds their way past has a little joy on their faces. The old is gone and the new is coming. They are the ones who know the ups and downs of the country best.

Especially this year is a special year for the Liang people. There is no severe drought or flood, and the crops are enough for a year to have a surplus.

Not to mention, the envoys of Fanjun from all over the country gathered in the posthouses in the capital early for the ancestor sacrifices in the future.

Passing by the gate of Shifang, which extends in all directions, is so lively that even travelers passing by will take a peek inside.

Mu Dalang, who made pancakes, was very happy. He closed the stall early, greeted his wife at home, and went to the next door to play chess with his old friend while humming a ditty.

Uncle Mu hadn't walked a few steps when he smelled the sweet syrupy smell coming from the small courtyard next door. The glutton in his stomach grumbled a bit. Seeing the door was open, he yelled into the courtyard as soon as he stepped in with his left foot: "Old Qu, what are you doing in the compartment? Why is it so delicious? You kid, don't you eat oil behind my back?"

"Keep your voice down, the door is open. Are you afraid that others will not know your reputation as Master Mu?" A man with steadfast eyes walked out of the inner courtyard. He was holding a ladle, but this man looked like a warrior with shoulders and armor.

Qu Shize waved the long spoon in his hand at Uncle Mu a few times, "I heard the sound from a long way away, what else can I do if I'm not cooking sugar at this point."

Qu Shize glanced at the blush on Lao Mu's face and the gourd in his hand.

His face remained calm.

But Mu Dalang and this man have been in the same trenches for many years, and they have been friends since they were young, rolling in mud with bare buttocks, so it is impossible to see that the old friend is annoying him for being out of order.

"Okay, just don't talk."

Master Mu stopped the conversation at once, picked up the wine gourd and blew on it again, Qu Shize frowned when he saw the booze.

Mu Dalang let out a sharp breath, "My kid is still on duty in the camp, and he doesn't have much business today, so he came to you as soon as he closed the stall."

Qu Shize moved his position in disgust, and he warned the drunk.

"Don't get drunk again later, if you dare to vomit in my house, don't even think about stepping into this door again."

Avoiding the alcohol smell all over his body, he walked to the door and fastened the handle, turned around and walked inside, saying, "Be serious, Ah Xiao is at home."

Mu Dalang, whose eyes were still muddy, regained his energy all of a sudden, patted Qu Shize's shoulder with his big palm, and smiled: "Why didn't you come here earlier when Ah Xiao came back and told me that I can close all the stalls I bought this morning. Sigh , Old Qu. This family is not your daughter who was raised by you alone, you are not kind in this matter."

Qu Shize looked at this old guy in his forties who was still poking his head into the courtyard like a child, slapped his hands off his shoulders, and gave him a sideways look.

"Don't be so rough, how old are you?" Qu Shize, seeing that he finally calmed down, held the copper spoon in his hand. The residual temperature of the sugar refining just now was still in his hand, and continued to shake the spoon: "There was an accident at the Lu family, so I took A Xiao back."

"What's the matter, it can't be that the Lu family has treated A Xiao badly!" The strong man raised his thick eyebrows, staring at Qu Shize's expression with wide eyes.

Qu Shize nodded. Seeing the expression on the old wolf's face looking for someone everywhere, he knew that this guy was stubborn again, and Mu Dalang was about to make a big fuss again.

Mu Dalang scolded: "I knew the Lu family was not a good thing. What the hell did they dare to do to our daughter? I put the signboard of their wine shop on their ancestral grave to let them see what it is called. Smoke up."

Just when Mu Dalang was about to step out of the gate, Qu Shize rolled his eyelids, "You haven't finished listening to what you said, so you're going to dig up other people's ancestral graves and accumulate some virtue."

"Oh? Then what do you mean?"

Qu Shize looked at the stiff candy on the spoon, and said lightly, "It was Lu Mingde who offended His Majesty and was arrested and sent to a dark prison."

After hearing this, Mu Dalang stopped, turned around, looked at the man in the center of the courtyard, and closed the door.

He frowned and asked, "What's the matter with that bastard?"

"It was my former subordinate who told me that he wanted to kill the child on the spot and bumped into the Shizi." Qu Shize described the general process lightly, without showing any emotion from the beginning to the end, just like the words in his mouth "Lu Mingde" has nothing to do with him.

"Hahaha, isn't this the way of heaven and reincarnation!" As he spoke, Mu Dalang laughed a few times, and took another sip of wine on his back, "I can't get used to that little boy for a long time. I didn't agree with Lu at the beginning. This marriage at home, but you insist on keeping the agreement left by the dead, you say you..."

"Mu puppy, stop talking."

Qu Shize's indifferent expression changed, he frowned and looked at his friend, "I told you not to drink so much during the day, you are drunk."

"Hey, don't call me that name as agreed, you old guy turned your elbows outward, maybe you still want to make gestures with me."

Mu Dalang put down the wine gourd, held his wrists, his muscles and bones burst out, and he made moves. If you look carefully, you will actually find that the man's eyes are terribly clear, and you will know that this man is not drunk at all.

Qu Shize played a sword flower, yes, with the long spoon in his hand, his quiet eyes slowly darkened.

The two masters who had retired from the battlefield for several years confronted each other, and the atmosphere gradually became heavy and depressing, and the turmoil was almost at the point of explosion.

Just when Mu Dalang's long fist was about to punch an inch, a delicate female voice broke the solemn atmosphere and the high-spirited fighting spirit of the two big men.

"What are you two doing? I just came back to see you two fighting, didn't I?"

At this time, Mu Dalang really looked like a little Mu dog whose tail was trampled on. He slapped his forehead fiercely and grinned with a smile that could make the muscles of his mouth twitch. He grabbed Qu Shize's shoulder, Take a few shots vigorously.

"Hahaha, what are you talking about, A Xiao, you girl, have you read it wrong? Your father and I are on good terms. We were catching butterflies just now," the mighty-looking man tried to widen his eyes to make himself appear more sincere. Well, things backfired, his appearance scared his three-year-old grandson to tears.

Qu Shize was staggered, and before he could struggle to get away, he heard a series of non-drafted remarks, his forehead twitched, this little dog Mu was smarter than anyone else at this time.

But the girl in front of her seemed to really believe it, and her agile eyes turned between Qu Shize and Mu Dalang, and suddenly clapped her hands together, and said to Qu Shize hurriedly: "Dad, go and see the hot pot!" The sugar on it seems to be burnt."

Qu Shize hammered his elbow hard on the side of his waist, ignoring a muffled groan, stepped forward to comfort the messy hair on his daughter's head, gave the man behind him a look, and walked in with the girl.

Mu Dalang knew that this was a pass, he picked up the wine gourd that was thrown on the ground with a whimper, blew the dust on the gourd distressedly, and walked into the inner courtyard together.

In the evening, the three of them sat in the open backyard, ate hot stir-fried vegetables, and chatted openly about how many cubs had been born by the big yellow dog next door to the street.

Although Mu Dalang's voice basically occupied the space in the small courtyard, he occasionally heard Qu Shize's "um", "yes", "and then", "A Xiao eat this".

But Mu Dalang's enthusiasm remained undiminished. For him, his wife didn't like his talkative appearance, so he would visit his sister-in-law's house in the evening. We are familiar with each other, and we will help each other with anything.

There is nothing to worry about at home. Both his son and his daughter-in-law live in a special military area. His son, like him, is a married couple. Now he has a three-year-old grandson at this age. Usually, his daughter-in-law does not let them With children, life is very leisurely.

Therefore, Mu Dalang's daily life is to go out to the stall, tease the dog, go to the martial arts gym for a few laps, and come back to chat with old friends about family matters.

After eating a few peanuts, the man rambled on for a while, Qu Shize poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him, and Mu Dalang gulped it down.

It seems that he is also thirsty.

After eating, the two men cleaned up the messy dining table and food scraps. Qu Shize sent the girl into the house, and when he returned to the backyard, he saw that the man who was full of food and drink looked very much like the old man in his family basking in the sun. Like a dog, he swayed the recliner comfortably, and started drinking again when he turned around.

However, this time he didn't advise anymore, pulled a Maza over, sat aside, poured half a bowl of wine, and Qu Shize drank silently.

The reclining chair was shaking and making creaking noises: "It seems that the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the children are here this year. As an elder, don't you want to express it?"

Qu Shize swallowed a mouthful of refreshing wine, "I've already prepared Xiaorui's first birthday gift."

Mu Dalang stroked the beard on his chin and laughed twice.

After laughing, there was another wordless silence.

After a long time, Mu Dalang's lazy voice sounded: "What are you going to do?"

It was a nonsensical sentence, but Qu Shize knew the meaning of the old friend's words, put down the bowl and looked at the bright white moon in the sky, and said flatly: "I will not agree to the marriage contract."

"Oh," the slight squeak of the reclining chair suddenly became louder. Mu Dalang stood up and leaned over his head, looking at his old friend who was still young and seemed to have not been frustrated by the guillotine of time. Voice, "Have you thought about it?"

"Well. Think it over."

Mu Dalang looked around suspiciously, "You didn't lie to me, did I persuade you so many times before, but I didn't persuade you to be stubborn."

Seeing that the old friend was drinking with a fluctuating expression, he picked up the flagon and filled the bowl, and poured the wine happily with a smile on his face: "That's not bad, you should have done this a long time ago. Lao Tzu I have already said that the Lu family is not easy to get along with, and I have seen that Lu family boy a few times at stalls, he looks like a weak chicken." He spat in disdain.

Qu Shize Gujing looked at the full moon reflected in the bowl with waveless eyes, shook the wine glass, the ripples moved slightly, and the full moon was broken up.

"Big wolf."

"What?"

"Lu Mingde is not alone in the accident." Qu Shize paused.

Uncle Mu withdrew his head, closed his eyes and crossed his legs, humming a little tune, "Well~ there is another little unlucky guy, tell me so that I can have a good time."

"And Pang Ziyi."

The leisurely tune suddenly pulled up, and there was only the slight singing of frogs in the spring night.

Mu Dalang stood up and only asked, "Which Pang are you talking about?"

The cold voice sounded again.

"It's Pang Yongyi's Pang."

After a long time, the muscular man left a message: "Okay, got it, I'll go back and cook first."

Qu Shize didn't look at the back of walking away, breathed out a mouthful of alcohol, put away the Maza, turned and went back to the room.

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The author has something to say:

This chapter is a supporting role transition, and the next chapter is a sweet date.