The Book of Troubled Times Chapter 296

  Chapter 296 Revisiting the old place

   At sunset.

  Cui Yuanyong kicked open the door of Zhao Changhe's room: "That little bird injury has been recuperating for a day, is it enough? Get up and pee!"

   There is no one in the house, and all the luggage has been cleared.

   "Grass?" Cui Yuanyong was dumbfounded: "Didn't he just get injured like a dead dog, so he left without saying goodbye? We knew that we would find him for a celebration wine."

Immediately, I remembered who else disappeared together: "It's so **** heterosexual and inhuman, why didn't I see that this guy was such a person before! I won't go back and say a hundred and eight bad things about you in front of Yang Yang. My surname is not Cui. !"

  Cui Yuanyong angrily went to the knight camp, where the crowd was drinking and dancing.

  In fact, he also knew in his heart that Zhao Changhe was exhausted and really didn't want to touch this kind of scene, but everyone can have a few drinks in private!

never mind. Cui Yuanyong helplessly grabbed a quack man who was drinking upside down: "Damn it, I haven't come back yet, so you guys drink it yourself?"

  The man was dizzy: "The battle, the battle is over, who are you? When we are real birds, Cui's family..."

   "Grass." Cui Yuanyong was so angry that he vomited blood, too lazy to talk to them, and asked, "Where is Situ Xiao? Did he really run to find Xue Canghai?"

  In fact, when others said that verbally, they still respected Cui Yuanyong in their hearts, and answered honestly: "I don't know, I heard people said that they ran outside the Guancheng."

   What are you doing outside, eating dirt?

  Cui Yuanyong ran to the top of the city in a daze to take a look. The sky was dark, and Situ Xiao was lying on the half-sand and half-snow ground stretched out, holding a wine gourd and gulping down.

  In the distance, there are still unresolved bones, messy knives, guns, swords and halberds, scattered arrows, broken shields, and vultures circling in the sky. The composition is desolate and tragic under the setting sun.

  Cui Yuanyong shouted: "What's wrong with you?"

  Situ Xiao: "Drunk lying on the battlefield~ Lord Grim...Fighting in ancient times..."

   "I think your main purpose of coming to this battle is to wait for this moment, right?"

  Situ laughed drunkenly and raised the wine gourd: "Brother Cui knows me! Come and have a drink!"

   "Damn you, what kind of **** is this!" Cui Yuanyong returned to the city angrily, and his ears were grabbed.

  Shot so fast! There is no time to dodge!

  Where is the master!

Cui Yuanyong turned his head sharply, and saw his father's expressionless face: "Go back to the ancestral hall and confine yourself for three months, when will you change the mother in your mouth, and when will you leave the customs. Otherwise, your mother will really let you know what is mom."

Cui Yuanyong, one of the anti-Hu heroes and the newly promoted master of the list who repelled the Prince of the Golden Horn head-on, did not even have a sip of wine after the victory of the war. Books, and a Qinghe sword with a faint spirit.

  The most tragic thing is that the spirit of Qinghe Sword is looming, and it is not known whether he will admit it or not.

   A few days later, Beiman.

  The cottage is still there, and the interesting thing is that even the people are there.

  After Zhao Changhe hacked people and left, the bandits captured by Cui Yuanyong and imprisoned were released by the county government until winter.

After all, this group of people really didn't have any evil deeds under the leadership of the original village owner. They said that beheading and exile would not be a problem. After being locked up for a long time and wasting food, look at the shortage of food for the winter, and the county magistrate is too lazy to support these people. Simply let this group go.

  After the results came out, I was still idle and didn't know how to do other things. Thinking about everything in the cottage, the gangsters naturally gathered back and returned to the original cottage. It's only been a few days.

  Everyone checked the number of people with each other, except for the chief and deputy village masters back then, there were not one of them missing.

   Not even one of them is willing to go back to live a good life, the complete transformation failed...

   Even fierceness is not lacking. The first thing everyone gathers in the cottage is to fight for the leader of the village. They are divided into several groups and have been fighting for several days. Finally, they meet for a duel. Today is the time for the duel.

  The duel field is in everyone's martial arts arena, and there is a huge pit beside the field. The former Mrs. Yazhai presided over the excavation and captured the daughter of the Cui family alive. It can be called a famous place in the village.

The two sides scolded each other around the martial arts arena, and they were about to enter the arena, when a very strange and exclamation voice suddenly came from outside the arena: "Hey~ Martial arts and wine competition? Good, good! This idea is fine, you are divided into groups, and I offer rewards, and those who win will get money. The loser drinks!"

  Everyone in the field was stunned for a moment, the voice was very familiar, even the words were familiar, as if they had heard exactly the same words before...

  People turned their heads to look at the source of the sound, and the hunting fire reflected it. The village owner and Mrs. Yazhai stood by the trap pit, looking at everyone with a smile.

   At this moment, the images of the past were completely connected to the mind, and he didn't realize that there was something wrong at all, so he booed loudly: "The head of the family said so, open it! What is the ink stain? It made my sister-in-law laugh... Hey..."

   The noise gradually became smaller and gradually became silent.

   Then I started to be in a daze.

   "Not bad, where did you find the oil-lit torches?" Zhao Changhe asked with a smile.

   Someone replied naturally: "The inventory is still a little low, and it has not been emptied by the county government."

  Zhao Changhe threw a golden leaf: "Go to the city to buy some, I will take you through the winter."

   "Long live the boss!" People rushed up one after another, and the two who were preparing to compete on the stage were ignored.

   No one remembers, in fact, it was Zhao Changhe who abandoned them.

   "We watched the boss make the list every day in the **** prison!"

   "People in the prison know that we are messing with Boss Zhao, and their eyes are tsk tsk."

   "I knew back then that the boss is not an ordinary person!"

   "Boss, boss, so Mrs. Yazhai is the **** real Yue Hongling, right?"

  Yue Hongling always stood aside with a slight smile, until now she raised her face: "Fake."

  If it weren't for you **** making a fuss, my relationship with Zhao Changhe wouldn't have reached the ambiguous place it was later, let alone… um…

  But for some reason, there is not much sense of embarrassment in my heart. On the contrary, this feeling of time and space rejoining after being separated makes people feel very touched, and even faintly has a little bit of enlightenment.

   It's like everyone's history has been taken out for a year, independent of time and space, and everything will continue after returning, without any changes.

  Zhao Changhe was also thinking, is this what Ying Wu is looking for? And if I can find my way home and choose to continue at the time I left, is that what I mean?

   Mysterious and interesting.

   "Okay." Zhao Changhe clapped his hands: "Have you cleaned up my village master's house?"

The two people who were planning to fight had bitter faces on the stage, and sighed, "I just tidied and cleaned, and the bedding was brand new, and I didn't even move it. Isn't it the ownership that we are fighting for...well, this It was God who knew that the boss was coming back and drove us to fix it. Oh, by the way, my sister-in-law had another room before, but this one hasn't had time to fix it..."

   "What do you want another room for?" Zhao Changhe stared, and put his arms around Yue Hongling's waist: "From now on, there will only be one room!"

   "Bang!" The village owner was thrown over his shoulder viciously by Mrs. Yazhai, and he slipped into the main house on the top of the mountain like a bear.

  In the wind and snow, she could vaguely hear her scolding voice: "I can do it for you? Today I will let you know what it means to suppress a village!"

  The gangsters in the cottage looked at each other, and suddenly laughed out loud.

  The world is amazing.

  In the main house of the village, the bedding is fragrant and the candles are warm.

   Even the furnishings have not changed.

  Yue Hongling looked a little dazed, and Zhao Changhe, whose hands were lifted, took the opportunity to break free and hugged her.

   "Why?" Yue Hongling pouted.

   "In my hometown Zhaocuo, there are often people who get married outside first, and then go back to have a drink in front of relatives and friends when they have time. Do you think we look like it now?"

  Yue Hongling thinks it looks a bit like it.

  Especially the brand new quilt, the pre-lit candles... She will believe that Zhao Changhe came back in advance to arrange it.

  But she knew there was no arrangement, it was God's will. Zhao Changhe's revisiting this whimsical hometown seemed to be a ceremony for the two of them.

  Yue Hongling felt strange.

  She is willing to linger in a secret place where there is no one, and is willing to join hands in the end of the world, but in the heart of the heroine, she has never even thought about such a thing of bridal chamber under the witness of relatives and friends.

  It is a completely different experience from being in the dark and uninhabited secret realm.

  She lowered her head slightly, and said in a low voice: "My teacher doesn't even know what wedding candles are."

  Zhao Changhe leaned close to her face, kissed and said, "Then let's go back and make up one when we have time?"

   "You are so beautiful." Yue Hongling pushed his chest, trying not to let him kiss: "When did I say I would marry you?"

   Before he finished speaking, his waist tightened, and he had already picked him up and walked towards the bed.

  Yue Hongling's mouth was hard, but she didn't struggle, she let him lay on the bed softly, and said: "Forget it, I'll help you heal your injuries. It's boring to travel for so many days while being injured."

  He made up his mind that he must not call tonight.

  I still want to hear my sister call, and listen to the ghost call.

  The night is dark, the moon is hidden and the stars are sinking.

  The bird flitted across the roof and heard the suppressed cry of an unknown creature inside the house. It became louder and louder, and finally turned into anger: "Change position! I'm going to suppress the village!"

  (end of this chapter)

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