surnamed Wang

chapter 68

"Brother Yan, are you safe?"

As soon as Zhao Zhiyi and Yan Hanhai arrived at the gate of the city, a man dressed as a thousand households greeted them.

The two seemed to be old acquaintances, Yan Hanhai returned the salute and said: "Hahaha, thanks to Brother Song's concern, it's good!"

The visitor was in his early thirties, with leopard head and eyes, not handsome at all.

"Who is this?"

Qianhu, surnamed Song, was on the top of the city just now, and completely witnessed the whole process of Zhao Zhiyi's killing from the front to the back of the battle, especially the scene of killing dozens of people with the last blow, which shocked him for a long time. When he looked at Zhao Zhiyi, he was also full of respect.

"Oh, my servant, Zhao Zhiyi, is a knight-errant."

Hearing the word "ranger", Song Qianhu immediately regained his spirits. He has seen a lot of rangers, but this is the first time he has met this man who took the head of an enemy general among thousands of troops, so he fell in love with it. Heart, asked:

"I don't know if Brother Zhao is willing to join the army? Lao Song, I will guarantee you with my head. As long as you nod, Brother Zhao, I will definitely fight for a hundred households for you in front of Sun Wanhu."

"Old Song, don't shame your hundred households." Yan Hanhai hurriedly interjected and began to fight for people: "Brother Zhao, come to my place. Yan promises you that thousands of households will start!"

Zhao Zhiyi's eyelids twitched when he heard it, is it so worthless to co-operate with hundreds of households and thousands of households?Although his heart was moved, he still declined politely: "Thank you for your kindness, I have always been lazy and don't want to be bound by rules, so..."

Seeing that he had already said that, the other two felt embarrassed, and only asked him to think about it carefully.

After bidding farewell to Song Qianhu, the two came to the city. Looking around, there were many restaurants and people coming and going.

It's just that it's different from the capital city. Instead of a stable and peaceful atmosphere, it is full of murderous spirit.There are few people who come and go without weapons in their hands. They have everything they need, such as knives, guns, swords and halberds. They travel in groups or alone, and they are fierce and vicious, always alerting the people around them.

The officers and soldiers in the city also have three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry. Several teams of officers and soldiers patrolled in turn. A good show with knives.

The soldiers in the city were not surprised by this, and they stopped to watch when they encountered such a situation, and only went forward to arrest the people involved after the battle between the two sides had a result, and the surrounding crowd also watched the battle expressionlessly. From the bloodstains on the street, it can be inferred that this kind of thing happens every day here.

"General Yan, I don't know how the brawler will be dealt with if he is caught back?"

Zhao Zhiyi, who had witnessed the whole incident, couldn't help being a little curious. If this matter were to be put in the capital city, there would be a fight in the street, no matter how minor the circumstances were, a ban would be inevitable. If a life was lost like this, I am afraid that if he wins in the end, he will pay for it with his life.

"What else can I do? At most, go in and get whipped. If you have some means, you don't need to be whipped and you can be directly incorporated into the team. In northern Xinjiang, you are not as good as others when you go out, so you can't blame others."

Zhao Zhiyi kept his mouth shut and didn't say anything. Yan Hanhai who was on the side was worried that he might have said something too serious, so he continued to add:

"The atmosphere in northern Xinjiang has been like this for decades. These Jianghu warriors have never read any sage books, can't learn the elegance of those literati, let alone write a few bullshit articles to become officials in the court. , the only way to join the army is to join the army, and if you don’t have the consciousness to die before you leave the army, you won’t come here.”

Zhao Zhiyi couldn't help laughing: "Brother Yan has also read sage books for several years when you speak, why does your tone sound so disdainful to these literati?"

Yan Hanhai was not ashamed but proud, he raised his head and said:
"If my old man didn't force me to study, I wouldn't be bothered to read these things. A good man is going to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy. What kind of a man is he who hides behind and pokes other people's backs all day long? The sentence of death is also because I admire Marquis Wu's ability to lead troops to fight and help the Han Dynasty."

"Haha, brother Yan dares to love and hate. He really is not like the officials in the capital who fight openly and secretly all day long, doing meager activities of killing people without blood!"

"Hahaha, brother Zhao's words are very clear, and Yan is also the most disgusted with those civil servants. Because of your words, we will have a drink tonight!"

"I drink a lot, and I'm afraid Brother Yan won't be able to hold on."

"Nonsense, when it comes to drinking, I haven't served anyone yet."

The two looked at each other, then burst out laughing, and walked towards the biggest restaurant in the city with their shoulders crossed.

Yan Rongrong, who has been following the two of them, has been regarded as air from the beginning. Seeing the two of them call each other brothers and sisters in a few words, it seems that they have similar tastes. She can't help but feel a little upset in her heart. The inexplicable affection is gone.

"Mother is right, men don't have a good thing!" Yan Rongrong said this bitterly, and squinted at a knight who had been sizing her up since just now, "I'll dig out your eyeballs! "

The chivalrous man was actually handsome, with a long knife slung around his waist, the blade was straight and the scabbard was simple and simple.The man was not angry when he heard Yan Rongrong's words, but replied with a smile: "Pu asked, dare to ask the girl's name?"

"Go home and ask your mother!"

After Yan Rongrong put down a word angrily, he chased forward directly.

"This girl is interesting!" The knight who had been humiliated was not angry. Instead, he stroked his stubble with interest and looked at Yan Rongrong's back.

At this time, a little girl who was traveling with the knight laughed "puchi". The girl was about ten years old, with a pair of horns braided and a flowered padded jacket. She had a red face and looked very cute. The pair of big eyes that keep turning around are quite aura.

"Moon cake, what are you laughing at?"

The little girl who was still giggling instantly pulled her face down, "How many times have I said, don't call others moon cakes!"

"Who made you love mooncakes so much?"

"If you love moon cakes, you should call them moon cakes? You love to eat girls' white eyes so much, so shall I call you Pu Baiyan in the future?"

"Okay, as long as you agree with me calling you moon cake in the future, you can call me whatever you want."

The little girl had never seen such a shameless person before, she turned her head angrily to ignore this skinless guy, and was still muttering something in her mouth.

Although the voice was not loud, Pu Wen who was standing at the side heard clearly: "I really don't know how to chat, no wonder girls don't bother to talk to you."

The knight named Pu Wen smiled and said comfortingly, "Don't be angry, we still have business to do. I'll buy you mooncakes later."

"Go home and find your mother to eat moon cakes!" The little girl said this sentence that was extremely out of date, ignored the knight, and walked out of the city.

Park Wen here is dumbfounded: "If you don't learn well at such a young age, be careful and turn around and I will tell you Dad!"

The little girl known as Moon Cake paused for a moment when she heard the word "Daddy", as if she was a little hesitant, and finally had to honestly turn her head and look at Pu Wen pitifully. Pu Wen shook his head helplessly, unable to bear to tease this man again Little girl, so she stepped forward and patted the little girl's head: "Let's go, I won't tell your father."

The little girl nodded, and two people, one big and one small, walked towards the city gate.

"Moon cake, what do you think of that girl just now?"

"You're pretty, but people don't like you..."

The conversation between the two gradually faded away, and the setting sun lengthened their shadows.

At this time, Zhao Zhiyi in the city seemed to have a sense, and turned his head to look behind him, but just met the eyes of Yan Rongrong who rushed over. Zhao Zhiyi was stunned, and Yan Rongrong's cheeks turned red quickly.

"How is Miss Yan's drinking capacity?"

"..."

　Before, some book friends said that my chapter title was too formal, and it made me feel a little bit unintelligible, so I plan to give it a try.

　　Thank you for this dude's suggestion.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)