The devil is coming

Chapter 150
The road near Nanwang City is bustling with people. The small vendors are too lazy to compete in the city or pay a deposit. They simply set up stalls on both sides of the road. You can find all kinds of snacks from the north and south of the Yan Kingdom and even the special snacks of Jin, Chu and Qian. .
There are also those selling various utensils and daily necessities, which are very lively, as if attending a temple fair, but the business is quite good.
There were officers, soldiers, prisoners, and other people of all kinds traveling on this road. After the Emperor Yan stepped into the family, he transferred the power of the Yan State to the south. Yinlang County suddenly accumulated too many foreign people, so Naturally, a kind of "abnormal" prosperity was born.
It looks prosperous, but in fact it is like a burning fire cooking oil. The more boiling something is, the faster it will cool down.
Of course, the people of Yandi didn't feel anything about this. They were just living their lives with concentration. The war had actually begun long ago, and soldiers and horses from both sides were biting and cutting at the front line of Qianguo Fort. What is lacking is nothing more than a final word from the Jingnan Army or a real counterattack from the elites of the three towns of Qianguo.
The people of Yan may have been proud for a long time. At least, Zheng Fan did not see any panic about the war on the road.
The founding of Dayan was a country for hundreds of years. It was extremely difficult, but it managed to survive. It fought against the barbarians in the desert to the north, and fought against the three eastern kingdoms. The fighting stopped, and the fighting stopped, but in the end, it never lost its strength.
Let’s not talk about other things, at least the people’s self-confidence has been defeated. Moreover, the Qianguo army is too unsatisfactory. In the Yinlang County line, many military leaders, including Zheng Fan, are doing their best to go south to cause trouble. But none of the Qianguo troops dared to go north.
Therefore, the south side close to the battle line is full of wind and cranes, while the north side is "flowers blooming".
The heads were placed in boxes and could not be seen from the outside. Zheng Fan did not think about getting a banner and hanging it up all the way to Nanwang City to create some bullshit for himself.
Maybe it’s because the third prince’s fifth limb is too high-end,
After doing that thing, other things that made me famous seemed a bit boring.
What Xu Wenzu needs to do after receiving these heads, and how the court needs to publicize it, is their business. Zheng Fan will cooperate, but what he values ​​more is the real benefits that can fall into his hands with this military merit.
Political power comes from the barrel of a gun. Zheng Fan has always believed in this truth. Strong soldiers and horses are the first foundation for surviving in troubled times.
The more I understand this world, the more I feel that fighting at this time is not just a game. There are many soldiers, and even if the opponent is powerful, you can rely on the sea of ​​​​people to drown him. You can save your life, or you can Kill the enemy.
Nanwang City is just ahead, but there is a long queue at the entrance. I don’t know what the problem is in front of it, but it has been stagnant.
Seeing that the team had stopped moving, Zheng Fan was not in a hurry. He turned to look at A Ming beside him and asked:
"Go down and have something to eat?"
A Ming shook his head. Now that he had enough stock, he naturally disdained ordinary people's food.
Seeing that A Ming didn't come, Zheng Fan got off his horse and walked to the stall on the roadside. Upon seeing this, Xiao Yibo immediately dismounted and followed him to wait on him.
Zheng Fan chose a wonton stall, and there was a young couple selling wontons at the stall.
Business is actually not that good.
Small wontons are a popular way of eating in the Jiangnan area of ​​the Qian Kingdom. The delicious soup of the small wontons is like a mandarin duck playing in the water, with a refreshing taste.
But Yan people like big and thick dumplings and don't like this kind of delicate food.
First, Yan State is located in the north, and Yinlang County is already the southern border of Yan State. However, the three towns of Qian State corresponding to Yinlang County are still called bitter cold places by the people of Qian State.
Therefore, if they did not expand their territory, the people of Yan State would not have the opportunity to truly appreciate the so-called Jiangnan scenery.
Furthermore, according to hundreds of years of tradition, the Yan people are either fighting with the barbarians in the desert or fighting with the Qianguo of Jin. What they want on weekdays is nothing more than to feel full with big mouthfuls, but there is no such thing as small mouthfuls. Delicate mood.
But Zheng Fan really likes these small wontons because of his previous life. Of course, large wontons are also fine, but they have to be mustard greens.
"Two bowls of small wontons." Xiao Yibo took the initiative to order and paid the money first.
In a small business, you don't have to pay after eating. Otherwise, if the bowl is thrown away and you run away, where will they catch you?
When the copper coins fall into the bowl here, the wontons over there will be put into the pot.
Not long after, two bowls of wontons were cooked, but the team waiting to enter the city did not make any progress.
The traffic jam is terrible.
Xiao Yibo carefully handed the bowl and spoon to Zheng Fan, but he didn't pretend to be sentimental and helped blow the air, but said:
"Master, be careful of the burn."
Zheng Fan smiled and reached out to take it.
There are no tables and chairs provided at the small stall, but no one with real status and status would eat the snacks next to the stall. As Nanwang City was once the "Little Jiangnan" of the Yan Kingdom, there must be many high-end restaurants in it. I deliberately kept my stomach open to eat and drink inside.
Zheng Fan and Xiao Yibo were squatting next to the stall. Most of the diners at the entrance ate this way. They liked to be clean. For those who were more casual, it would be more comfortable to just sit on the ground and eat.
Perhaps because there was no MSG in later generations, the wontons were not delicious enough, but they were smooth and smooth in the mouth and tasted good.
Zheng Fan ate one bite at a time, and Xiao Yibo also ate "humming hummingly" next to him. For Xiao Yibo, what he ate was not important, but eating with his leader was the most important thing.
I only finished half a bowl of wontons here when a second wave of customers came to the stall over there.
An old man wearing a coarse cloth gown who was sniffling from the cold and a sword-wielding man wearing a cotton coat that wrapped himself tightly.
The swordsman was in his early forties, and his face was covered with pimples. He didn't know whether they were caused by the cold or just because of the pimples.
The old man held a long sail in his left hand, and the corner of the sail flag was fiddled with by the cold wind, revealing the word "Gua".
"Ten cents a bowl, two of you."
Woman waiting to receive money,
The man is waiting to be taken to the pot.
If the woman doesn't receive the money, the man's wontons won't be served.
The old man looked at the poor swordsman beside him. The swordsman looked upward, as if he suddenly realized that the sky today was so beautiful.
The old man rubbed his hands and said awkwardly:
"Is it okay to use hexagram as food?"
The woman immediately shook her head, and the man put the wontons back in his hand and said:
"If business is not going well, I really can't afford to complain."
This has been said very sincerely. If the business is okay, it doesn't matter if I treat you to a bowl of wontons. Listening to your fortune telling is also a entertainment.
But now the business is bleak, and there is no such leisure and elegance, and no such wealth.
The old man licked his lips, obviously thinking about this little wonton.
The older a person gets, the more he will act like an old child and be greedy.
It's just that he still cares about being a little old-skinned, and is too embarrassed to imitate that bratty kid who rolls on the ground to make trouble.
The fallen swordsman patted his bag in fear and said:
"And dry food."
It's okay that the old man didn't listen to the dry food. When he heard the dry food, his mouth curled up, and tears rolled in his eyes, feeling aggrieved.
"Dry food, dry food, just let your father eat those dry, cold and hard things every day. Is there any son in this world like you?"
Hearing this, Zheng Fan looked at Xiao Yibo.
Xiao Yibo showed a honest and shy smile.
The downtrodden swordsman felt a little sad;
The old man is still aggrieved;
The young couple selling wontons just stood and watched. Business was not good anyway, so there was no rush.
Xiao Yibo held the bowl and chopsticks in his left hand, took out his pocket with his right hand, took out a small piece of silver, threw it towards the stall, and said:
"Cook for them."
"Ouch, good!"
The wontons came out of the pot and began to tumble in the soup.
The fallen swordsman looked at the two Zheng Fans squatting there, and then looked away.
The old man was eagerly watching when the wontons would come out of the pan, and he was not in a hurry to thank Xiao Dashan who treated him to the wontons.
"Okay, okay, it's time to go out, you're getting old."
The old man urged.
The husband nodded, took the wontons out of the pot, and sprinkled them with seasonings that were not very rich. The old man took the bowl, hesitated for a moment, and squatted down next to Xiao Yibo.
The down-and-out swordsman also took his bowl, but squatted at the other end of the stall. He seemed to be too withdrawn and didn't like to join in the fun.
The old man ate several wontons and drank a few mouthfuls of soup. He breathed a sigh of relief and had a look of satisfaction on his face.
Zheng Fan focused on eating the wontons in his bowl and ignored his surroundings. Perhaps it was because he had seen too many works in his previous life, so he often had the impression of an "outside world expert" towards this combination.
The sloppier and down-trodden they are, the more "masters" they tend to be.
This was confirmed by Shatuo Queshi.
But after looking at the small wontons in the other party's hands, Zheng Fan didn't intend to test anything at this time.
No matter you are really living in poverty or you are really a master of the world, you eat what is in your bowl and I will eat what is in mine. After eating, pat your butt and let each of you do his or her own thing.
The old man looked at Xiao Yibo and said:
"You want to tell fortunes?"
Xiao Yibo shook his head and said, "No need."
"Oh, it's really not necessary. You may be prosperous in life, but not in love."
The implication is that you defeat your family.
Xiao Yibo's hand holding the wonton bowl shook slightly but he said nothing.
After all, he had once been in charge of a car gang. Although it was a small gang that was not popular in the eyes of the big shots, it had also dealt with a lot of people from all walks of life. The best thing for such people who get around by just talking is not fortune-telling, but fortune-telling. People tell other people's things, but ghosts tell other people's things.
If you ignore him, he won't be able to say anything.
But the old man didn't seem to give up. He leaned forward, looked at Zheng Fan, and said with a flattering look on his face:
"This is a noble man. He is beyond words."
Zheng Fan smiled and drank the soup while blowing.
Xiao Yibo didn't get Zheng Fan's permission, so he naturally wouldn't rely on Zheng Fan, so he continued to eat his wontons.
The old man ate another half of the bowl peacefully, wiped his mouth, and said again:
"The noble man's blood is a little strong, which is a good thing and a bad thing."
I just went to kill someone the night before yesterday. Even if I took a shower, could the blood on my body dissipate so easily?
But Zheng Fan remained unmoved.
It's a pity that the blind man is still unconscious. If the blind man is brought out today, he will definitely come down to eat wontons with him. Secondly, he will be able to confront this old man.
Anyway, they are colleagues, so they are not afraid of nonsense.
"My lord, the road ahead for you will be smooth and smooth. As long as you stick to your true intentions and clear the muddy waters, you can stand on your own in the world."
Is this considered auspicious words?
The words of snake oil.
Zheng Fan put down the bowl in his hand, cupped his hands to the old man, and said:
"Been taught a lesson."
"Don't you think you'd like me to ask the old man to help you figure it out?"
"Didn't you just calculate it?" Zheng Fan asked.
"Just now it doesn't count."
Zheng Fan nodded, but said: "There is nothing to settle."
Seeking wealth?Don't seek wealth.
Looking for talent?There are seven in the family.
Looking for an official career?As I am currently doing this, the boxes in the convoy in front of me are also filled with stepping stones on my career path.
Seeking marriage?Zheng Fan is quite content with his fourth mother here.
This is not a lie. The reason why Zheng Fan doesn't touch the delicate little ladies at home is because those flowers and bones don't suit his taste.
Secondly, with the help of Siniang, I am really happy in this aspect.
It's not because of Siniang's image in the comics that she's afraid of what will happen if she eats it secretly. It's just that as a second-generation person, she has no obsession with things like love and love.
Maybe I might be tempted by some princesses or princesses in the future, but that's just because their noble status can satisfy my male sense of conquest.
At this point, Zheng Fan found that his mentality seemed to be a little closer to the blind man, A Ming and the others. These demon kings seemed to be Yazi who were not very interested in women.
"There's nothing to settle." Zheng Fan replied.
In this life, for now, I am just thinking about how to play. As for what to play and how to play, this does not need to be taught by anyone. The process of exploration is itself a part of playing.
The old man was a little sad,
It seemed that he was a little regretful that he could not open a mixed business.
In the end I could only say:
"Where are you from, noble man?"
"See what you are asking, old man, this is the country of Yan, and I am naturally from Yan."
"No, no, no, the young master is not from Yan, the young master is from heaven."
A gleam of light passed through Zheng Fan's eyes.
Xiao Yibo, who didn't know why, laughed and cursed:
"You old man, just eat your wontons in peace, there is no need for you to flatter me blindly."
Flattering was his job as Xiao Yibo.
The old man nodded and said:
"If a basket of flattery can be exchanged for a bowl of wontons, it's worth it."
Zheng Fan handed the bowl to Xiao Yibo, who took it and sent it to the stall.
There was no third wave of customers at the stall, but the couple was ordering wontons, which were being cooked right now.
The young couple, each with a bowl, squatted beside the road entrance to eat like the guests. You feed me one, and I feed you one.
Xiao Yibo placed the bowl and spoon on the stall, looking at this loving scene, he couldn't help but feel a little envious.
It is not a blessing to be able to hold hands and depend on each other even though we are living in poverty.
Zheng Fan also noticed the situation here, but what he saw was different from Xiao Yibo.
In Zheng Fan’s view,
Well,
The couple were both eating their own wontons, which proved that the wontons were fine and edible.
This kind of thinking inertia was probably tempered by news on various food safety issues in later generations.
The traffic jam seemed to have eased a bit, and the team began to move forward slowly.
Xiao Yibo went to the team to arrange vehicles and told his men not to rest and prepare to enter the city.
Zheng Fan was about to get up and go back to the convoy, but the old man suddenly said:
"My lord, don't be anxious. We have just started walking. In my life, I always believe that every cause has its effect, and I never owe any favors."
"Then how are you going?"
"Since the noble man doesn't want to tell fortunes, then if the noble man wants to know something, I can still chatter with the noble man."
Zheng Fan really didn't leave. He squatted down again and said:
"I heard that the dignitaries of the three kingdoms of Qian, Jin and Chu all like to keep some Qing Dynasty guests, but the purpose of them is nothing more than this, right?"
The old man nodded and said:
"really."
High-ranking officials are afraid of loneliness and lack of elegance, so they will keep some special guests to chat with them.
In fact, it is just bragging, comparing who can brag elegantly, who can brag to a higher level, and who can brag more effectively.
"As for me, I'm a rough guy. You always say that I'm full of blood. You guess you can tell what kind of business I do?"
After all, Zheng Fan has been in the army for so long. No matter how lazy he is as a shopkeeper on weekdays, he has seen blood rushing through the military gate through battles. It is normal for others to recognize him as a military figure.
If you can't even see this, this old man is really living like a dog at such a long time.
"You ask, for me, as long as I know what I know, I will answer you without any secrets."
"Is it because of this bowl of wontons?"
“Wontons are not valuable, but the love in the wontons is valuable, and everything in the world becomes valuable if it is tainted with love;
Just like the paintings of Emperor Chu, the sword of Emperor Jin, the knife of Emperor Yan, and the pen of Emperor Qian, these are of course priceless.
There is a sense of nostalgia in these wontons, and the price is naturally high. "
"That makes sense, then let me ask, how many troops did Qian Guo come up this time?"
Zheng Fan really dared to ask.
The old man actually dared to answer:
"The 15-strong Western Army should have arrived at Mianzhou City yesterday. The [-]-strong Forbidden Army was transported by water. However, due to delays in departure, they fell behind the Western Army. However, we estimate that they should have arrived today.
The Wolf Soldiers naturally followed the Western Army and were controlled and monitored by the Western Army.
It is estimated that it will take some time for the [-] ancestral army to come from the East China Sea coast, but there are no less than [-] auxiliary troops from the neighboring counties on the three sides, and they have already set off to enter. "
"So, how many troops will be gathered from the three sides of the Qian Kingdom?"
"There are 15 Western Army and 65 Wolf Soldiers. However, these [-] have to be opened. There are more than [-] garrison troops on the three sides, [-] ancestral troops, [-] auxiliary troops in Linjun, and [-] forbidden troops. This is A total of [-] troops!"
The 65 troops placed on three sides of the Qian Kingdom can be said to be quite luxurious.
Zheng Fan asked again:
"Then do you know how many soldiers and horses I, Dayan, have to go south?"
"Tsk, tsk, noble sir, you are not from Yan."
"But it's even more impossible for me to do it."
"Perhaps the noble man has never seen the prosperity of Shangjing or the beauty of Jiangnan."
"Believe me, I've seen it, I've felt it, but I... don't like it very much."
Not only Zheng Fan, but also all the demon kings under his command have actually thought about this question. Would it be better if the start was not in Hutou City in Yan State, but in Qian State?
The conclusion drawn is still...it is more comfortable, free and enjoyable in Yan country.
Putting that aside,
Zheng Fan now has a relationship with Jingnan Hou Tian Wujing to collect corpses.
Li Liangting is related to a leg of lamb.
He and Yan Emperor Ji Runhao broke off their friendship again.
Even Eunuch Wei was thinking of letting himself enter the palace to take over.
No matter what, Zheng Fan should be closer to Yan Guo.
"Well, that's it." The old man looked a little disappointed.
"You haven't answered me yet."
"Don't you know how many soldiers and horses Dayan has that can go south?"
"Sometimes, outsiders can see things more clearly about one's own affairs."
"It makes sense, let me calculate it for you. There are more than ten generals of different sizes in Yinlang County. The total number of soldiers and horses from all walks of life in Yinlang County is estimated to be between [-] and [-]. But the good and the bad are mixed.
The Jingnan Army has [-] troops, and there are [-] rear camps. Even if it is [-] men, the Yanjing Forbidden Army has to be responsible for guarding the country, and at the same time, it has to guard against threats from the Jin State.
On the other side of the desert, at least one hundred thousand Zhenbei Army cavalry should be left on guard.
After all the calculations, the only people that Dayan could attack south at once were 20 Zhenbei troops plus 30 Jingnan troops and tens of thousands of miscellaneous troops, totaling more than [-]. "
"Think about it, it's about the same."
"The Qian Kingdom has many people, but the Yan army is strong, especially the 20 iron cavalry of the Zhenbei Army. They are like a sword that has been sharpened in the desert for hundreds of years, and today it can be unsheathed towards the south.
only……"
"Just how?"
"Although Dayan is strong, the land of Dagan is vast and rich in resources. Even though there are so many soldiers and horses on the three sides, if the war really breaks out, how brave is Dayan's cavalry, can they possibly break through this iron city wall?"
Zheng Fan said nothing.
Siege and field battle are two different concepts.
Especially when the opponent had sufficient troops to defend, Zheng Fan attacked Mianzhou City twice, but he actually never thought about a serious siege because he couldn't afford it.
"When the Yan army goes south, how many civilians will have to mobilize? Has your nobles ever settled this account?"
Zheng Fan continued to be silent.
"The most important thing is that under the edict of His Majesty Daqian, all the armies of the world and the bravery of the world can be quickly formed. Not to mention support, it is not difficult to gather another 80 million troops to march north."
You know, over the years, the Qian Kingdom has been maintaining an army of 80 troops on three sides and an army of 80 people. Although these two armies are seriously underpaid, this proves that the Qian Kingdom court can afford to support these 160 million troops. of!
Qian Guo is big and rich, and this is not just talk.
"The newly formed army is useless." Zheng Fan said.
"Beat, see blood, use the old to lead the new, and you will become an army.
The most important thing is that if Dayan goes south, it will be impossible to break through Daqian's three-sided defense in a short period of time. Daqian can take this opportunity to slowly temper his impetuosity and reorganize his armaments.
As for Emperor Yan, it seemed that he had stepped on the throne and swept away the demonic atmosphere, but after all, he had placed himself in an extremely dangerous position.
Throughout the ages, every dynasty has relied on something. The barbarians relied on the royal court to control their wise kings, the Chu State relied on the nobles, the Jin State relied on clans and clans, and Daqian relied on scholar-bureaucrats to rule the world.
The foundation of a country is like a pile of soil, layer by layer, with the royal family at the top. Everything has its two sides. It may seem like the so-called moth of the country, but in fact it can also be called the cornerstone of the country.
The Yan people couldn't afford it, nor could they support it, not counting the actions of Jin, Chu and the barbarians. "
To explain the old man's words with modern thinking, it is probably that after a political power becomes prosperous and wants to stabilize the world, it must bring together a class to share the benefits. Although the vested interest class is the worm of the country, sucking the blood of the country, they have to protect it. Your instinct to rule.
Just like when the Emperor Yan and the Marquis of Zhenbei acted in the drama before, the noble families of the Yan Kingdom just wanted to crown the two marquises as kings, but they never thought of pulling the Ji family off the throne.
If the Zhenbei Army really wanted to replace them, the aristocratic families would still side with the emperor, but Emperor Yan swept them away. Although this was beneficial to the country, it became useless for the ruler's rule. Feeling safe.
If one day, Li Liangting dies, or Ji Runhao dies, or if Marquis Jingnan dies, problems will naturally arise. Or, the Zhenbei Army itself is a military group with its own system. If there are other people among them, sound, what should I do?
Without the mediation and obstruction of the family members, any disturbance may directly threaten the Ji family's dominance.
"Ha ha."
"Your Majesty, don't you believe it?"
"We're not sitting on our butts."
"Your noble words are truly wonderful."
"Haha, then I'm very curious. The old gentleman must be a gangster, so why are you going north at this time?"
"Hey, who said that this old man is a dry person?"
"Then why does the old gentleman teach me?"
"The road reaches the sky, and everyone goes one way. The path of a noble person is naturally open. The noble person already has calculations in his heart. Those who don't care about fortune will have their own path."
"Been taught a lesson."
"It's all rhetoric and countless things."
"My convoy is leaving, farewell."
"Goodbye, noble lord."
Zheng Fan got up, and this time, he really left. He caught up with the carriage team in front and got on his horse.
A Ming turned his head sideways, holding a water bag in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were a little red, as if they were dotted with rouge.
asked:
"Is something wrong?"
Zheng Fan didn't say anything, just thinking that after entering the city, he would notify the Secret Service that someone from the Secret Service had come in.
As for whether it is useful, I guess it is useless.
When Zheng Fan looked back, sure enough, the old fortune teller and the downtrodden swordsman from before had disappeared.
"A Ming."
"Tell me, is there anyone in this world who can tell who we are?"
"The Lord means that you can tell that we don't belong to this world?"
Zheng Fan nodded.
"Just look and see."
"Are you so free and easy?"
"Because it's useless to think too much."
"That's right, it's useless to think too much. However, you still have to make a fortune as soon as possible. If I have 30 cavalry, no one even if I am a Martian would dare to beep, right?"
"Well, my lord is wise."
Zheng Fan stretched out his hand,
Naturally, I helped A Ming wipe away the drop of red "rouge" from the corner of his mouth.
A Ming was stunned and frowned slightly.
Zheng Fan looked at the red on his fingertips,
Wiped it on the horse's hair under his crotch,
Road:
"You should drink sparingly, don't drink it all in one go and starve again."
"There are several barrels stored in the ice cellar below the castle."
"This is also possible?"
"of course can."
"Actually, what I did just now was a bit disgusting."
"Lord, you also know."
"But seeing how calm you are, I just want to make you sick on purpose."
"My Lord... wise."
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"I thought you would kill him." Among the crowd, the fallen swordsman said.
The old man shook his head and said, "I really want to kill him."
"Because the boxes in the convoy are all human heads?"
The old man shook his head and said:
"Because I can't see through him. This boy's fate is hard to fathom."
"Then why not kill him? He is from Yan."
"You can't kill him, you can't kill him. He hasn't become popular yet. Even if he becomes popular in the future, it's hard to say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. In the past, he was thinking about setting up a few plots, just for fun. Now, it can't be done.
This breath of mine has not yet been released, but once it is released, it can travel thousands of miles. If I open my mouth to this child, I feel that I am at a loss. "
"According to what you qigong masters say, in a time of great chaos, evildoers will appear. Does he count?"
"Calculate."
"This evildoer is in the Yan Kingdom."
"Can you confirm that it is the blessing of Yan country?"
"I can sense that you're kidding yourself a bit."
"That's all, that's all. One generation is responsible for another's affairs. You and I are stewards, and we are proud to shoulder a responsibility for our flesh and blood identity. As for what happens next, let it go.
You are right, troubled times are about to arise, and monsters appear frequently, but it is still unclear how many of them will be able to transform into dragons. "
"What a pity, my sword is the same as your anger."
"Yes, my anger is too strong, so I cannot speak easily. Your sword is too sharp, and it will break if you stab it."
"Don't you want to get started?"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, the wontons just made are really delicious, they taste like home."
"One more bowl? The money that Jiba'er next to that boy gave me just now can buy two more bowls."
"It's enough to eat one bowl and just wait for a while. Besides, I can't eat it even if I want to."
The old man and the poor swordsman looked at the wonton stall.
Suddenly, more than a dozen people emerged from the crowd, one of them was dressed in black, and the rest were dressed as ordinary peddlers and lackeys, and they directly surrounded the wonton stall.
In order to prevent crowd disturbances,
The man in black shouted:
"The secret agents of the Great Yan State have captured the spies of the Qian Kingdom. Anyone who is not interested should stay away!"
The couple at the wonton stall were still squatting there, still holding wontons in their hands. Facing the secret agents around them, they didn't have the slightest fear, but just a kind of calmness.
The old man sighed and said:
"Let me just say, today's wontons have a very hometown flavor."
The fallen swordsman was silent.
The old man said again:
"Everyone has his or her own path. Everyone has their own destiny because of their identity. Tell me, from the time I found you to now, have you ever regretted it?"
"There's nothing to regret, it's all our own lives."
"Yes, it's all their own lives. I don't like the Zhao family."
"I don't like it either."
"But I am a Gan man. It makes no sense. They are willing to sacrifice their lives for Da Gan, so that the two of us can continue to be happy and carefree. There is no reason for this. There is really no reason for it."
"That doesn't make sense."
The agent from the Secret Service hasn't come forward to take anyone yet.
When the two couples looked at each other and smiled, black blood flowed from their eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and their bodies were no longer alive.
Apparently, the wontons they served themselves were poisoned.
They may be the silver-armored guards who have been lurking in the Yan Kingdom for a long time, but they may have recently discovered something went wrong with their upstream and downstream lines, causing them to be prepared for their fate.
The blood had dripped into the bowl containing wontons and rippled away. The clear wonton soup diluted the color of the blood.
The old man in the distance,
took a deep breath,
call,
There is an inside taste.
(End of this chapter)