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Chapter 53 The Little Crow from the Northwest

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    The Zhenwu Army originally belonged to Shuofang and was the biggest barrier against the Turks. They were good at conquering and fighting bravely and bravely. There were not only Han soldiers in the army, but also many Khitans, Hu people, Tiele, Xueyantuo tribe, Zhaowu nine surnames, etc., mixed into the grassland.  a pack of wolves.

    A smile appeared on the pale face of the man who spoke, and the deep pools in his eyes were like stars falling.

    Zhongwu couldn't help but take a step back, while the dull Zhonghou clenched his fists, looked at the man, and eagerly said, "You are young, and you look like you can fight better than the old concierge."

    Zhongwu subconsciously reached out to stop Zhonghou, but his reason made him stop.

    The men in front of you are indeed difficult to fight, but will the Jiannan Dao Tianfu Army be afraid of the Zhenwu Army?  How could you lose the face of the Governor in front of the old immortal!

    Zhongwu took a step forward, followed by others.

    Their conversation happened quickly, and the people on both sides didn't think anything of it. However, the officers and soldiers in the capital who were about to disperse and leave became nervous for a moment. The fight between the two sides in front of the door was relatively restrained before, but now if they start fighting, it will be a big deal.  What a joke, they urged their horses and held down their sabers

    The man with a white face and black cloth stepped aside: "We are not fighting."

    The men around him also hurriedly stepped aside to clear the way.

    Zhonghou said hello and was about to grab the man. All old soldiers should be beaten. This time Zhongwu reached out to hold him and whispered: "Liang Zhen is no longer the Zhenwu Jiedushi."

    So Zhenwu Army is no longer Liang Zhen¡¯s people.

    It will be a mistake if you do it again.

    Zhonghou smacked his lips, took back his hand, glanced at the young man, and strode over. Zhongwu nodded slightly to them, without being enthusiastic or hostile, and walked past without waiting for them to return the favor.

    People from both sides passed by, and the tense atmosphere dissipated. The officers and soldiers who were about to approach retracted their hands on their swords, but did not turn their horses' heads, but looked at the men approaching.

    "Who are you?" the leader asked, with a bit of vigilance.

    If it were the Zhenwu Army, entering Beijing without orders would be a capital offense.

    The pale-faced man saluted: "Shangguan, we are the head of Mr. Liang's family, and we are here to send you a Double Ninth Festival gift."

    He leaned forward slightly and held up the basket behind him for all the generals to see.

    The basket was covered with a lid and tied with a strong hemp rope, revealing the antlers of a sheep or a deer and some animal skin blankets. These are from the northwest. Liang Zhen has been in the Zhenwu Army for many years, and it is normal for him to buy property in the local area.

    They said it was Liang Zhen¡¯s farm head, and they were not responsible for verifying whether it was true or false. It was Liang Zhen¡¯s business to investigate. He put down his guard and said, "The harvest this year must be good."

    The man sighed: "It's not very good, so I came to see the boss and see if I can find a way for everyone to survive."

    They all stopped talking. The servants of the Liang family called them various simple and honest names, and welcomed these people into the house in a lively manner. There was no excitement in front of the Liang family door, and the crowd dispersed.

    The door slowly closed, cutting off the excitement on the street. The white-faced man, who was accompanied by several servants and walked in, looked back.

    "Li Fengan is dead, and his people are still so arrogant." He said.

    Whenever the servants of the Liang family mentioned Li Feng'an, they would always spit: "It's just a grasshopper after autumn."

    "What are they doing here? It's too much to bully someone like this." The other men frowned in displeasure.

    The servant snorted: "This time I'm here to deliver a message for their eldest lady."

    "What letter?" the white-faced man asked curiously.

    "What can I do? I'm just scolding the old man because of Li Fengan's happy words at his funeral." The servant was disdainful and smiled smugly, "If you have the ability, I will send you a gold coffin."

    The white-faced man obviously knew about this, and smiled slightly: "Li Fengan is gone, they really have no ability."

    The butler came from the front hall and said, "The old man is reading the letter. Please wait a moment."

    The white-faced man didn't care about waiting: "Sir, you still read the letter? Shouldn't it be burned directly?"

    The housekeeper snorted: "Is the old man still afraid of a little girl scolding her? Li Fengan is not afraid of scolding."

    The white-faced man smiled: "If you really want to scold, wouldn't it be better to stand at the door and scold?"

    The housekeeper was slightly startled, yes, just like the last time when the golden coffin was delivered in Jiannan Road, half the street was surrounded by people who were cursing at the door. The old man could hear it, and people in the capital could also hear it. Only the people who read the letter could hear it.  , it seems like there is no fun.

    Not for scolding?

    The thought flashed through, and there was a snap in the hall, followed by an old and deep voice.??: "What an arrogant little girl!"

    ¡°I don¡¯t know how a little girl can scold someone?  The butler, the white-faced man and others stopped talking and raised their ears.

    ¡°What do you mean it¡¯s a pity that I¡¯m alive?¡±

    "I should die for his father. Anyway, I can't compare to her father. Am I not as useful as her father?"

    "Does she really think her father is very powerful? He was so conceited when he won a battle back then. How could he have won without me?"

    "He is just a madman who has no respect for his superiors and military orders and laws! This kind of person cannot be trusted or trusted!"

    Speaking of the past, time and age have not erased the anger, the old voice is excited, and the sound of banging the table is also continuous.

    The housekeeper thought that time and age had not taken away the old man¡¯s anger, but had taken away his strength. If it had been left in the past, the table in the hall would have been smashed to pieces.

    The table only made a creaking sound as it withstood the violent storm, and then became calm.

    You¡¯re not going to faint from anger, are you?  The housekeeper looked uneasy, and the white-faced man stepped up the steps, and then heard a burst of laughter coming from inside.

    Liang Zhen, who was short and fat, had a gray beard and wore a brocade robe, looking like a country rich man. He held his belly and laughed wildly, his beard flying up from the laughter.

    The housekeeper began to worry again whether he would faint from laughing.

    ¡°It¡¯s really ridiculous, ridiculous.¡±

    ¡°I¡¯ve never seen anything so ridiculous.¡±

    "A little girl talks so boldly to me in a movie, if it were Li Fengan who said it, it would be almost the same."

    "Well, this should be what Li Fengan said."

    "Bah."

    Liang Zhen spat heavily.

    "Shameless!"

    This spit made his eyes look at the door, and the letter he held flew like his beard with a wave of his hand.

    "Ah, little crow, you are here."

    The white-faced man stepped across the threshold in one step, leaned down and saluted, with the basket still on his back: "Wu Ya'er has met the old man."

    Liang Zhen was impatient: "Don't be polite, come and see this big joke."

    Wu Yaer stood up, took off the basket and placed it at his feet, then sat down on the chair at the bottom of the chair casually: "What's the joke?"

    The butler came in quietly, carrying a teapot and pouring tea for the two of them.

    "The damned Li Fengan wants his yellow-mouthed kid to succeed him as Jiedushi." Liang Zhen said, laughing again and hitting the table.

    The butler picked up the tea cup promptly.

    Their family is not as rich as Li Fengan from Jiannan Road, and the tea cup cannot be broken casually.

    Wu Yaer held the tea cup and said: "Of course the boss will not let him get his wish."

    Liang Zhen leaned back on his chair and snorted, "Of course I want him to get his wish." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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