Devil’s Advent

The evening wind in the north, carrying a biting chill, is like knives, carving the whole land randomly and messily;

It's like those third-rate sculptors who claim to be very talented, but after a mess of operations, they can only pile up with a piece of white in the end, so as not to be ridiculous.

Zheng Fan was sitting on a pile of rubble, his body was no longer the "Bright Blind" brand armor he wore during the day,

It was the dark red sweater Siniang sewed for herself.

Zheng Fan had seen the Zoroastrian believers who appeared in Hutou City, and it was said that they came from the Western Regions, and his sweater could perfectly blend in with them.

Ding Hao stood by Zheng Fan's side, holding his spear in his hand. This gun was full of blood today.

Zheng Fan reached out and patted his side,

road:

"Sit with me for a while."

Ding Hao put down the spear and sat down beside Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan took out a small iron box from his pocket, opened the box, took out two cigarettes from inside, and handed one to Ding Hao.

Then he took out the fire book, lit it for himself first, and then went to help Ding Hao light it.

Cigarettes are still somewhat advanced in this world, but this world has long had tobacco products such as water pipes and big smoking guns.

It's just that His Majesty the Emperor of Yan did not tax tobacco products, which wasted a considerable amount of financial resources.

You must know that in future generations, smokers across the country are discriminated against while suffering physical damage. The tobacco tax they contribute to the country every year with fearless dedication is worth the national defense budget for one year.

However, although cigarettes are a bit out of date, when Ding Hao faced Zheng Fan to help him light a cigarette, he still covered the fire pocket with his hands and showed a panicked gesture.

Then, taking a sip, he started coughing wildly.

Looking back, I saw Zheng Fan puffing away at ease, with a look of confusion in his eyes, and subconsciously asked:

"Master, is this thing easy to smoke?"

Zheng Fan shook the soot, and said something that was active in QQ space and personalized signatures for a long time in later generations:

"What I smoke is not cigarettes, but loneliness."

Ding Hao was stunned for a moment, a feeling of admiration spontaneously emerged.

A person who can say such a thing must be in such a terrifying state of mind.

But he doesn't know that in future generations, if you say this again, others will look at you as if you are looking at a fool.

"I know, it's late at night, why should I come here?"

Ding Hao thought for a while and replied:

"Is it for aftertaste?"

"Aftertaste?"

"Well, in fact, my subordinate also really wants to go back to Tumancheng, and then go back and have a look at the house that I destroyed all over the house."

Zheng Fan shook his head helplessly,

What kind of perverts are gathered around me...

Blind people are fine, this Ding Hao is a native of this world.

Could it be that flies do not bite seamless eggs?

"Actually, I don't know why I came here, but I just want to sit here."

Here is Chen's house.

The military disaster during the day almost crushed the entire Chen house, and the whole house, including the basement, was looted.

For the big soldiers, this is their revenge against Mr. Chen;

But it didn't stop them from grabbing some good things into their pockets.

Because of this, Zheng Fan's reputation among the soldiers in Hutou City is quite good. Not to mention helping everyone out, he even brought everyone a small fortune.

"Why, you don't understand?"

Seeing that Ding Hao didn't speak, Zheng Fan took the initiative to ask.

Ding Hao shook his head, nodded again, and then showed a very tangled look on his face, and said:

"Master, tell me the truth..."

"When you speak from your heart, you don't need to call master, I can call you brother, you can call me... little brother."

"Eh... the subordinates dare not."

"That's not what I mean."

Ding Hao's face started to sweat, he had no choice but to turn to Zheng Fan respectfully, and said:

"Little brother..."

"Um."

"Master... little brother, actually, at first I thought you were cold-blooded, but sometimes, I also felt that you were quite human. Many times, my brother and I couldn't see you clearly."

"It's hypocritical."

"Hypocritical?"

Ding Hao began to chew on this word, the more he tasted it, the more flavorful it became, and the more he tasted it, the more appropriate he felt.

"Little brother, I heard people say that the literati in the Qian Kingdom like this kind of tune. Sometimes they are sad for the autumn wind, and sometimes they feel sorry for the sunset."

Zheng Fan heard the words,

Laughed,

He reached out and patted Ding Hao's shoulder,

road:

"I understand."

finished speaking,

Zheng Fan stood up,

Stretched.

Ding Hao immediately got up together and said:

"Master, what do you know?"

"My life is still too comfortable, so I am hypocritical. In fact, when I was young, although my parents separated early, my father didn't take care of me, but the money for food, drink and school was not bad.

You haven't experienced famine, you haven't really suffered hardships. In these days, when you wake up, someone will arrange everything for you.

All day long, you don’t actually need to do anything, even if you do, that is to be a prince, and a lot of people around you will accompany you to study. "

If an outsider hears such a disrespectful metaphor, they may be inexplicably shocked, but Ding Hao didn't take it to heart.

"In the future, I really can't be hypocritical."

Zheng Fan looked around,

Looking at the old house that has become ruins,

In the world of later generations, no matter how cannibalistic people are, there is still some tenderness. At least, in that era, it was possible to get terminally ill and have no money to treat it, but it is unrealistic to say that you really starved to death by the side of the road and no one cares about you.

But in this world, since you have chosen this path, you can no longer be hypocritical.

The two thousand peasants who were used as bait,

Today, the clerk "killed" Chen's house, which disappeared in smoke.

here,

It is countless times bloodier than those war-torn areas in later generations.

Zheng Fan took a deep breath,

gritted his teeth,

Said to himself:

"I can't be a burden anymore."

At this time, Si Niang's figure appeared in front of her, and she walked slowly.

Seeing this, Ding Hao left immediately. He knew that Zheng Fan and Siniang were in a master-servant relationship, but he had even seen that Siniang came out of Zheng Fan's room in the morning.

Si Niang put a cloak on Zheng Fan's body, and said softly:

"Master, can I sit with you for a while longer?"

"No need, go back and pack up, we're leaving tomorrow."

"Okay, go back to my slave's house to serve you."

"Are you playing with needles again?"

Si Niang gave Zheng Fan an angry look, her brows were bright and she said:

"If my lord doesn't want to play needles anymore, we can play cards, dice, whatever."

"Are you good at gambling?"

"Well, the slave family is good at sitting in the manor."

…………

Ordinary people's birthdays, that is, personal birthdays, are a little more artistic and stylish. You can buy a bouquet of flowers for your mother on your birthday:

The son's birthday is the mother's death day;

Then, the mother and son cried loudly.

I also heard from Ding Hao that the literati in Qianguo like to play this game, so that everyone's birthday is like a funeral, just to fight for a filial name.

After a person's status reaches a certain level, a person's birthday becomes a festival.

Madam Zhenbei's fiftieth birthday is a festival for the entire Beifeng County.

From about eight o'clock in the morning, Zheng Fan, Si Niang and Ding Hao who had changed their appearance were waiting at the gate of the city on horseback.

Wang Duan and the other five centurions and their soldiers arrived on time, and they knelt down to report to Zheng Fan as soon as they arrived. When they met for the first time yesterday, they put down their attitudes.

Today's question is: what is the posture?

There were nearly 500 soldiers, and everyone's face was filled with joy. One made a small fortune yesterday, and today one will follow the lord surnamed Zheng to go to the Zhenbeihou Mansion. Maybe there will be some other rewards. Everyone is in a very good mood.

But the gifts of each family were gathered together until noon, and the gifts had not been fully gathered.

One car after another, as well as servants sent by various families to help escort them, the bustle outside Hutou City seemed to be going to a market.

Finally, the gift prepared by the last family arrived.

It was a big carriage, of course, this was just the exterior decoration of the carriage, inside was an iron cage, imprisoning a red snow wolf.

It's not a powerful monster, but the red snow wolf is indeed very rare. It was a gift from Xu Jiabao, so it can be said that it took a lot of thought.

The snow wolf was delicate, and there were people waiting in the carriage to ensure that the wolf was still alive when it was delivered to the Zhenbei Hou Mansion.

Finally, everything was ready, and Zheng Fan, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, immediately gave the order to set off.

After nightfall, Zheng Fan ordered to set up camp.

Wang Duan and others went to arrange the defense in person, so Zheng Fan didn't need to worry about it. Moreover, he had encountered two groups of sentry cavalry from the Zhenbei Army along the way, which also meant that this area was directly covered by the Zhenbei Army, and the security was still very high of.

Zheng Fan came to the side of the carriage, and the two servants of Xujiabao beside the carriage recognized Zheng Fan, seeing that Zheng Fan was also getting into the carriage, they didn't stop them, and obediently moved out of the way.

Opening the door, Zheng Fan first bent down to enter, and when he raised his head again, he saw that more than half of the space in the carriage was an iron cage. The red snow wolf in the cage felt a little sick and lacked energy, lying there and dozing there.

And on the side of the cage against the wall of the carriage, there was a big fat man leaning there, eating roast chicken with relish.

The smell in the carriage must be very bad, after all, the snow wolf's food, drink, and food are all here, but the fat man's appetite is still very good.

Seeing Zheng Fan coming in, the fat man broke off a big chicken leg and handed it over.

Zheng Fan shook his head and said, "I've eaten."

"Hey, how do you know I'm here?" Xu Wenzu asked curiously.

"My lord, with your physique, if you want to sneak into the team without being discovered, where else can you go?"

"Yes, alas."

Zheng Fan looked around from the corner of his eye, he was making sure if there were bodyguards by Xu Wenzu's side.

When these big men go out, there is a high probability that there will be masters around them, and there are also Fayin and San Dezi around Kangxi Weifu private visit.

Observation is observation, but the kind words of the mouth still have to be said:

"Hiding here is really hard work, sir."

Xu Wenzu smiled without hesitation:

"Where, where, I have been an official here for more than half my life, and I have been a beast in clothes and clothes for most of my life. Now it is only natural to be a carriage with this beast."

"My lord's open-mindedness is far beyond my reach."

"Hey, you're still young, and you'll understand after you've experienced a lot."

"That is, you have to study more, my lord."

At this time,

The carriage door was opened again,

A middle-aged man with a messy body and messy hair came up.

After the man got into the carriage, he sat directly beside Zheng Fan, took off his shoes, and began to pick his feet.

Zheng Fan glanced at the man, his heart trembled slightly, and he suddenly became vigilant.

This person should be Xu Wenzu's guard.

Dressed sloppily, with messy hair, cloudy eyes, smelling of alcohol, unceremonious, picking feet in front of the face, and smelling them under the nose,

What's this?

This is simply a hidden standard image! ! !

Damn, this is tricky.

Xu Wenzu handed the man the chicken leg that he was going to give to Zheng Fan earlier.

This scene was seen by Zheng Fan. It seems that the relationship between these two people is very unusual and has surpassed the boundaries of master and servant. It is highly unlikely that they will be bribed. Xu Wenzu's personal bodyguard was bought with money. Shui, this is too contemptuous of a person who spent most of his life in the ups and downs of the officialdom, right?

After the man finished eating the chicken legs, he asked Xu Wenzu for it.

Xu Wenzu chuckled and gave him the remaining half of the chicken.

Only then did the man get off the carriage happily while eating the chicken, and before leaving, he farted a very stinky fart.

"puff……"

Zheng Fan immediately held his breath;

"Cough cough cough..."

Xu Wenzu was so choked that he coughed, and his tears were all smoked out.

At the same time laughed:

"I don't think there's anything wrong with this beast's smell, but I really can't stand this man's fart; do you think it's ridiculous?"

"Beasts are supposed to stink. If they don't stink, they will become fine."

"Yes, that's the truth. One is natural and the other is unnatural;

In fact, it is natural for human beings to smell bad, but it is not natural for human beings to live. Human beings have seven emotions and six desires. "

"Thank you for your teaching." After speaking, Zheng Fan tentatively said, "I'll ask someone to prepare another meal."

"No, no, I'm already full," Xu Wenzu said.

"What about the gentleman just now? I see him, half a roast chicken is not enough to eat."

Xu Wenzu looked at Zheng Fan in astonishment,

Puzzled:

"Isn't that yours just now?"

"..." Zheng Fan!

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