After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 209: The Evil in Troubled Times

"It's not bad, Dunyu is closer to the front line, and the surrounding roads are also easy to walk." Songyang Hou pondered, "But Songyang Mansion has no favors in Dunyu, so I need to trouble Mr. He to find me a good piece of land."

Of course He Chunhua agreed: "It's a trivial matter."

The two then chatted about the current situation.

He Lingchuan sticks to the side, drinking tea, eating fruit, and being a spectator.This Marquis of Songyang has bright eyes, bright teeth, and a decent appearance. No matter who he looks at, he always feels like spring breeze is blowing on his face.

That's how He Yue couldn't hold his head up.

She is at most twenty years old, but she is graceful and graceful, and when discussing government affairs with He Chunhua, she is actually very insightful, and some political opinions coincide with each other.

He Chunhua had great ambitions, but he rarely had the opportunity to speak freely with outsiders. This conversation was timed out, and we accidentally talked for more than half an hour.

Mrs. Ying coughed for him several times before He Chunhua cut off the conversation, still wanting more.

At this time Songyang Hou was saying: "I heard that the demon puppet master Dong Rui will take revenge. This person has suffered under the hands of your father and son, and he probably won't let it go."

"Thank you for reminding me." He Chunhua smiled wryly, "I don't know who thinks highly of me like this, paying a lot of money to buy evil."

"It's either Nian Zanli or Dong Haoming. The former has revenge against you for killing your son, and the latter has been ruined by you to seize the artifact; no matter who it is, killing you will help weaken the power of the royal court."

"Or maybe it's the remnants of Sun Fuping's side?"

Marquis Songyang shook his head: "Sun Fuping's influence has been wiped out, and it can basically be ruled out."

He Lingchuan interjected: "I thought his disciples were all over the capital."

"Sun Fuping has disciples and old friends, but when he became a national teacher, he had to be deliberately alienated, and the censor would focus on supervision. This is one of the most basic national policies. Whenever the national teacher has selfishness with important officials, the important officials will be severely punished."

He Lingchuan shrugged: "Yes, so he and Da Sima colluded together."

Isn't national policy useless?
"Sun Fuping has no son or daughter, and he has no in-laws to avenge him after his death." Marquis Songyang laughed, "The tree fell and the monkeys scattered, the eldest son is too worried."

As she spoke, she covered her mouth and yawned.

It was indeed very late, He Chunhua saw the opportunity and stood up to say goodbye, and then said: "Since the Sir is going north, why don't you join our army."

Marquis Songyang agreed, "That's a good thing, with the escort of the supporting army, the journey will be worry-free."

When everyone walked out of the courtyard, He Chunhua looked back again before returning to the cottage.

The cottages have been allocated, and most of them are given to the generals. Mrs. Ying specially allocated two rooms for the old and the young.

The He family walked into the house, and the brazier here also burned charcoal, giving it a warm feeling.

Seeing that there were no idlers left and right, Mrs. Ying said with a straight face: "In the wilderness, in the village that was slaughtered just now, the Marquis of Songyang can suddenly come to 'encounter'! This woman has ulterior motives, we must guard against it!"

She looked at Marquis Songyang, but no matter how she looked at it, something was wrong.

He Chunhua laughed: "If she is calculating, why choose this kind of place, it will only increase our vigilance?"

Mrs. Ying glared at him, then at her two sons.

He Yue received his mother's resentment, and blinked, not wanting to get involved.But Mrs. Ying called the name directly: "Yue'er, what do you think?"

He Yue could only cough lightly: "Father, the master craftsman Li Fubo once came to ask about Sun Fuping's relics, and it must have been ordered by the Marquis of Songyang. There is still some connection between this 'Mr. It's better to get too close."

He Chunhua listened to this sentence, thought for a while and said, "You are right."

Mrs. Ying gave her second son a look of approval.

He Lingchuan patted the table lightly: "Marquis Songyang is actually a woman, why have you never mentioned it?"

He is called Songyanghou, and everyone usually calls him "Grand Lord" and "Grand Lord". It's strange that he can think of this as a woman!

He Yue wondered: "Brother, don't you know?"

"Where do I know where to go?" He Lingchuan said angrily, "Am I the only one living in a small border town with no news?"

"The Marquis of Songyang's surname is Li, and his surname is Qingge. His title is hereditary, but there was only one lord in the dynasty who was a woman. I've heard sluts talk about it in Heishui City." He Yue felt strange instead, "Brother, you If you like picking up gossip so much, how could you not know about this?"

He Lingchuan pointed to everyone in front of him: "So, you all know?"

Except for him, all the He family members nodded, taking it for granted.

The butler Lao Mo who was waiting by the side also nodded with a smile.

That's why Li Fubo didn't mention it, Sun Hongye didn't mention it, and even that naughty Assistant Liu in Shihuancheng didn't mention it, just because it was a well-known fact?
He Lingchuan stretched, feeling exhausted physically and mentally: "What about dinner? I'm hungry!"

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A night without dreams.

He Lingchuan was thinking about the aftermath of the great battle, but unfortunately he couldn't dream back to Panlong, perhaps because Duan Dao cared for him and was overworked in his dream the night before.

After waking up, he found that He Yue was not awake, his face was flushed red, and he was still muttering something.

He Lingchuan leaned over to listen carefully, but He Yue suddenly opened his eyes, looked at him and yelled "ah".

Both of them were shocked, and even the guards outside the door rushed in.

He Lingchuan plucked his ears: "What's the name? You almost made me deaf." The magic sound penetrated his brain.

He Yue's face was very red, and he didn't look at him: "I, I... I'll just sleep, what are you doing here?"

"I heard you say 'good, good', and then say 'slow down'." He Lingchuan calmed down, "What is good and slow?"

"Uh." He Yue looked down, then suddenly jumped up and ran outside, "I'm in a hurry to pee!"

"There's a barrel behind."

I don't know if He Yue heard it or not, anyway, he put on a coat indiscriminately and ran away in a hurry.

The snow had stopped, but the morning was cold outside.He Lingchuan clicked his tongue twice, the young man is full of firepower.

He suddenly made a not-so-wonderful discovery:

Ever since Broken Knife started, his dreams have only been related to Panlong City, or he just buried his head in a deep sleep and didn't even have a dream.

The only exception is the dream of the Immortal Cave Mansion, but that is also related to the divine bones, and in a side view, it is also related to Panlong City.

In other words, he lost the ability to visit other dreams.

Could it be that his dream for the rest of his life can only be related to Panlong City?That's too boring.

He is still young, and he still wants to have some youthful dreams like He Yue's, full of vitality, sweating like rain, blood pumping, floating like a fairy...

"Brother, let's discuss it." He Lingchuan patted the broken knife, "How about letting me have other dreams once in a while?"

Of course there will be no reaction to breaking the knife.

But He Lingchuan was sure it heard it.

……

The dead villagers had already been buried in the ground, and He Chunhua burned a stick of incense and recited prayers for them before the team set off.

"In this world, only human life is worthless." Li Qingge, Marquis of Songyang, clasped his hands together, "Master He is really kind."

At this time, the little mink standing on Wu Shaoyi's shoulder squeaked twice, and Wu Shaoyi whispered to the crowd: "My mink said, the crow on the branch has been staring at us, and there is still a lot of human blood on it." odor."

He Chunhua looked up in surprise, and sure enough, he saw nearly a hundred crows parked on the big tree next to the grave at some point, staring down at everyone.

Crows are also common birds in winter. The supporting army had seen many during the journey, so they subconsciously ignored them.

But when Wu Shaoyi reminded him like this, everyone felt something was wrong:

When did crows get so quiet?
And there are more than a dozen of them that are bigger than the same kind, almost catching up with vultures.They stare at humans strangely, like staring at dead meat.

But the two wolf demons on the ground also stared at them and kept licking their mouths.

He Chunhua said slowly: "The mouths of these things are very sharp, don't they look like pickaxe pens?"

More and more like.

He Lingchuan grabbed the ghost eye bow from the storage ring, wanting to show these crows a little bit of power.

But before he hit the arrow, the crows seemed to know each other very well. They yelled "ahhh" and fluttered their wings, and flew to the back mountain overwhelmingly.

It only shook the big tree to rustle the snow.

He helplessly patted the flakes on his body: "Not long ago, the emperor's juice was obviously small in quantity and poor in quality, how could it stimulate so many monsters?"

He Chunhua solemnly said: "In troubled times, there are evil spirits, but in peace there are few evil spirits."

Li Qingge looked at him and said, "Then how can there be peace?"

He Chunhua shook his head, is this the answer that many strong people are groping for?Instead, He Lingchuan smiled and said, "Probably have to wait for an unrivaled hero."

Although these man-eating crows are hateful, humans cannot catch up with birds, especially in broad daylight.So both He Chunhua and Li Qingge gave up on this plan, packed up their tents and set out on the road.

The murderer is at large, the reality is always so helpless.The so-called restoration of the French Open is nothing but self-deception.

How many newborn monsters are running around on the land of Yuan Country, and how much can these more than [-] of them interfere?
The staff member Mo Zhe Jingxuan could only comfort the angry Mrs. Ying and said: "The monsters who have just opened their spiritual wisdom always have a period of confusion, and they will stop after a while." Most of them will stop, otherwise there will be a human army soon Teach them to be good demons, after all, this is still Dayuan's territory.

But He Lingchuan understands that this refers to "under normal circumstances", and Da Yuan is now battling for the two-front battle, do he still have the energy to eradicate these "ringworms" on the site?
That's why He Chunhua lamented that in troubled times, evildoers come into being.

If some interstitial diseases are not cured, they will eventually develop into persistent diseases that invade the bones and marrow.

When the supporting army left, a flock of crows flew in the sky and followed them for more than ten miles, screaming all the time, both mocking and provocative, and extremely arrogant.A few of them even tried to fly to the heads of the crowd to defecate, which made Mrs. Ying scream in fright.

Zhao Qinghe and Zeng Feixiong suddenly ordered to draw their bows, and the accompanying army shot arrows together.

The rain of arrows went up to the sky and shot down a dozen crows on the spot.

These ghost things, if you don't give them a good look, they will get on your nose and face.

The crows were frightened, fluttering their wings and raising their wings.The crowd shot again, and four or five more came down.The two giant wolves rushed out and brought them back to the car one by one. There was lunch and toys.

After suffering this time, Wu Ya realized that the group of people in front of him were different from ordinary villagers, and they could not be offended at all, so he turned around and left.

It's snowing again.

　Tomorrow (10.1) we will go out for the festival, and the update will be adjusted to around 3 pm tomorrow, everyone will tell each other.

　
(End of this chapter)