My wife is the sect leader

"The spies who found the Golden Eagle Flag at the border, this is a saber, and armor..."

As Yu Qiurong said, she took out a knife and a yellow armor from behind her.

"Oh!?"

Duanmu Xinghua sucked both hands, and the iron knife and iron armor fell on her palm.

The Later Jin Dynasty is also the overlord of the grassland today, one of the most powerful forces in the world.

After the Houjin unified the grasslands, all the tribes were reorganized and formed into the Thirteen Banners of the Houjin, each of which has hundreds of thousands of armored and sharp men.

Among them, the Golden Eagle Banner is one of the later Jin Thirteen Banners.

"It's the scimitar and armor of Tianzheng Banner."

Duanmu Xinghua looked at it carefully and then nodded.

The post-gold iron armor not only combines the characteristics of Dayan and Zhao, but also incorporates the advantages of grassland leather armor, and the workmanship is very unique, so you can tell whether it is genuine or imitation at a glance.

Yu Qiurong continued: "According to the information of Renzong's masters, it is said that Hou Jin is gathering grain and grass, and the direction is Hanoi Grassland, and there are dozens of masters descending from Daxue Mountain, whereabouts are unknown..."

The status of Daxue Mountain in Houjin is higher than that of Zhenyi Sect, and it is the holy place of Houjin's belief.

Because the King of Houjin is also the Holy Lord of Daxue Mountain.

This hero who ruled the prairie and established the Houjin, martial arts and martial arts are rare in a hundred years. Even though Dayan Renhuang is already a wise master, he is not inferior to the hero of Houjin. few.

Some Confucian scholars once said that the hero on the grassland died suddenly, and his name would leave a strong mark in the history books.

Such a character, how could his ambition be small?

"So, Hou Jin has really changed."

Duanmu Xinghua said slowly.

Yu Qiurong paused, and said, "I don't know if it's a test, or..."

Duanmu Xinghua frowned slightly, and then said: "Let the head of Xuanwu get ready, whether it is true or not, we must treat it as true."

No one in the world will know how terrifying the strength of Hou Jin, the downhill tiger, is before he shows his fangs.

Yu Qiurong nodded, and then said in a deep voice: "Sect Master, now that such a major event has happened, do you want to tell the leader and let him..."

When talking about this, Yu Qiurong observed the change of Duanmu Xinghua's expression with both eyes.

Duanmu Xinghua hardly hesitated, nodded and said: "Now you pass the news to the Hierarch immediately through Renzong's secret letter, so that she can return quickly. If Hou Jin really wants to make a move, what's the point of the Hierarch not personally sitting in charge?"

Yu Qiurong was slightly surprised when she heard this.

You must know that she told Duanmu Xinghua last time that Duanmu Xinghua didn't have an attitude when she asked the leader to come back. She said that the leader has the consideration of the leader, and we as subordinates should not interfere.

But how long has passed, and Duanmu Xinghua actually wants the leader to return quickly.

Although I don't know why Duanmu Xinghua changed his attitude so quickly, but it is a good thing after all.

"okay, I get it."

Yu Qiurong cupped her fists, "Then I'll take my leave first."

After finishing speaking, Yu Qiurong turned around and walked out the door.

Looking at the back of Yu Qiurong leaving.

After a long time, Duanmu Xinghua shook his head, and then sighed heavily, "The big thing is not good......"

Chapter 116 The Top Three Layout Trial Shinichi

Against the backdrop of the vast white land, the night sky appeared deeper and bluer, and the moonlight was cold, trembling like a grain of gravel, as if lightly hitting the bottom of a pool of water, rippling gently.

Zhou Xianming was sitting at home, holding a pen in his hand, looking at the book in front of him, breathing heavily, his brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, as if he was thinking about something on his mind.

Around his body, there seemed to be a faint white air flowing, blending into the faint candlelight.

"Dong dong!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"who is it!?"

Hearing this voice, Zhou Xianming's body trembled, and then he muttered in his heart: Impossible, absolutely impossible to be the man in black, he never knocks on the door every time he comes, could it be Doctor Xiao'an and Mr. Li, but they are both Come and bring me winter clothes and go away...

Zhou Xianming walked to the door cautiously, then glanced through the crack of the door, and then opened the door.

Standing at the door was a pretty little maid wearing a pleated skirt, holding a box of pastries in her hand.

"You are this?"

Zhou Xianming recognized this maid as Li Yue's close servant.

The maid covered her mouth and smiled lightly: "My lady said, thank you Mr. Zhou for the words. It's very well written. She asked me to bring it to you."

"So it was sent by Miss Li Yue."

When Zhou Xianming heard this, there was a hint of joy in his eyes, and then he hurriedly took the pastry box.

"Miss also said that the end of the year is approaching, and the weather is getting colder, so Mr. Zhou should pay attention to his health."

The little maid blinked and said with a smile: "My lady made this herself, and no one can eat it. Mr. Zhou is lucky."

"You take me back to thank your lady."

When Zhou Xianming heard this, he felt elated immediately, and said, "Miss, wait for me for a moment."

As he said that, Zhou Xianming hurriedly ran towards the house, and came out after a while, holding a post in his hand, "This is a new word I wrote, and you give it to your lady."

"Okay, I see, I'll take my leave first."

The little maid took the post, saluted and left.

Seeing the back of the little maid leaving, and looking at the pastry in his hand, Zhou Xianming couldn't help laughing, "Sure enough, Miss Liyue still appreciates me as a talented scholar."

........

In the 13th year of Xingping, the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Before dawn in the morning, a series of "cracking" firecrackers could be heard, which scared the little black boy to roll off Tan Yun's boots with a grunt, and then barked at the door.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"Snapped!"

At this moment, a boot slammed over hard, and the little black boy stopped screaming twice, and looked innocently at the beautiful woman lying on the bed with a pair of big eyes.

"Tan Yun, wake up soon."

An Jing's voice came from outside the door.

"Grandpa, did you get up so early today?"

Hearing this, Tan Yun quickly put on the red jacket and put on his shoes and socks.

An Jing looked at Tan Yun in front of him, and his eyes lit up: "Put on new clothes, you will feel much more energetic."

"Of course, as the saying goes, a man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle."

Tan Yun said with a grin: "Uncle, if you have money, can't I change into new clothes every day?"

An Jing opened his mouth and said, "Every day you want to get money from me, shouldn't you be self-reliant?"

If it was an ordinary doctor, he should be very rich, but Jishitang's medicines are not expensive, and he didn't suppress the price when purchasing herbs from the medicine farmers and hunters, so the profit is not high.

Moreover, Zhao Qingmei was responsible for the management of the expenses in Jishitang, and An Jing would only charge some consultation fees when he went out for consultations.

If you meet a wealthy family, you will be able to save some of the medical fees if you pay more for the consultation. If you are a poor family, sometimes you will not receive any money.

Even if they kept some, they were blackmailed away by Li Fuzhou.

Thinking of this, An Jing couldn't help but slander and said: If there is a chance to see Li Fuzhou in the future, he will definitely let him spit out all the profit.

If Li Fuzhou knew what An Jing was thinking, he would definitely defend himself against the injustice, the old man will not look down on the few steel coins in your pocket, besides, he didn't spend a penny...

Tan Yun pouted and said, "Guye, look at what you said, as a maid, am I now self-reliant?"

"Don't worry, my uncle is rich, and I will never forget you. If you break a penny in half, you will get half of it."

An Jing coughed twice, and passed the peach branch in his hand, "This is a freshly folded peach branch. Use it to drive away evil spirits after breakfast. I will post Spring Festival couplets and door gods later."

Tan Yun took the peach branch, waved it twice, and said, "I see, I'm going to eat now."

I'm going to eat now....

An Jing raised his brows, shouldn't the focus be on eating and working, thinking of his busy schedule, he walked towards the lobby without saying anything.

At this moment, Zhao Qingmei was fiddling with the pen and ink on the table, she was still wearing a red fur robe, and she had light makeup on, making her delicate face softer and more captivating.

Seeing An Jing approaching, Zhao Qingmei set up the inkstone and said with a smile: "Husband, this couplet will be written by the third master later, let it dry for a while before you paste it."

"Third Master?"

Hearing this, An Jing muttered subconsciously.

Li Fuzhou? !

That won't work!

He is the leader of the Demon Sect's Human Sect, if his handwriting is recognized in the future, it will be troublesome. Although the probability of this is very small, as a careful person, he must guard against it.

It's only been seven months, and there must be no mistakes during this period.

"His handwriting is excellent." Seeing that An Jing was silent, Zhao Qingmei continued, "He wrote the couplets at home last year."

"It's better not to bother the third master with such a trivial matter. Didn't he call Mr. Zhou? It will be too late when he comes back." An Jing smiled and said, "How about I write it?"

"you write?"

Zhao Qingmei said coquettishly: "Forget it, I'll write it. Few people can understand what you wrote."

An Jing's writing is very casual, and his foundation is very poor, but there is a unique beauty of agility when you look closely. Anyway, people who like it like it very much, and those who don't like it don't like it very much.

Because people who like it can't understand, Han Wenxin likes his handwriting very much, saying that his handwriting has a sense of immortality.

Hearing this, An Jing quickly gave a thumbs up and said, "Okay, Madam's handwriting is strong and powerful, with elegant charm, thin and sharp..."

Anyway, as long as it is not written by Li Fuzhou, anyone in the family can write it.

"Stop flattering, go eat rice cakes first, the small bowl on the table is yours."

Zhao Qingmei smiled, and Qing Congyu pointed to An Jing's forehead.

"I see."

Hearing this, An Jing hummed a ditty and walked quickly towards the dining hall.

The moment he walked in, he saw that Tan Yun had already sat on the table, holding a big bowl and eating big chunks, exhilarated.

"so close......"

Seeing this, An Jing couldn't help but sweat on his forehead.

If he came late, he wouldn't even have the small bowl.

Thinking of this, An Jing took a deep breath, sat down and picked up the chopsticks, but when he picked up the chopsticks, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

The clear soup in the bowl lacks water, and there is no shadow of rice cakes.

"Give......"

Tan Yun reluctantly put a half-bitten rice cake into An Jing's bowl, and said cowardly: "I thought that bowl was mine, and I'm still not full after eating it, my lord, I only bitten half of this rice cake." mouth......"

When she said this, her eyes were still fixed on the half-mouthed rice cake.

.........

The winter sun is warm but not hot.

On the street, there are children playing and crackling sound of firecrackers everywhere.

An Jing stood on the stool, brushed the Spring Festival couplet with a small brush dipped in rice paste, and then pasted it facing the line.

Seeing that An Jing was silent, Tan Yun, who was holding a bucket of rice paste beside him, said, "My lord, don't be angry, I'll cook something delicious for you tonight."

"No, I'm not angry, I'm really not angry." Hearing this, An Jing shook his head quickly.

"Then why didn't you speak?" Tan Yun asked again.

"I'm working, what's there to say." An Jing's hands paused.