The heavens start from Maoshan

Four regiments, nearly 1 troops.

In addition to occupying three county towns and facing him face to face, although Long Nanguang didn't want to admit it, he also understood that if his uncle was not Prince Wuyi, he would have been swallowed up long ago.

"Originally, I didn't expect that we would meet so soon."

"According to my plan, my troops should surround Rongcheng. I will set up a pavilion outside the city and prepare a pot of good tea to force you to come out and drink tea with me."

"Unfortunately, the plan is not as good as change, isn't it catching up."

"So I won't pretend, I'll go straight in and see you in person."

Zhang Heng looked confident.

Although Long Nanguang admitted that he was cowardly, Zhang Heng's attitude still made him particularly unhappy.

In addition, there is an old rival in love with Jiu Shu, and he said with a stern face: "Rongcheng is my territory. If you go straight in, you are not afraid that I will kill you?"

"A person's behavior pattern is related to his character."

"I heard that on October [-]rd last year, at two o'clock in the afternoon, there was a guard in the Marshal's Mansion who stole gold bars from your study while you were taking a nap because he lost money in a bet."

"After you found out, you didn't punish him. Instead, you gave him 20 yuan back and asked him to go back to his hometown in Yulin."

"From this incident, I know that you are not a bloodthirsty person."

"If I were Guan Yu, you would be Lu Su. It seems dangerous to go to the meeting alone. In fact, even if it comes ten or twenty times again, no matter how you choose, Lu Su will not kill Guan Yu, because he can't bear the consequences of killing Guan Yu."

Zhang Heng looked indifferent.

Long Nanguang was not convinced: "Perhaps you misread me, I am not Lu Su, but Lu Meng."

Zhang Heng still didn't care: "You can't be Lu Meng."

"why?"

Long Nanguang is very strange.

Zhang Heng looked at him quietly: "Because I don't let you be, you can't be."

Chapter 82: The New Artifact

If you want to be Lu Meng, you need this capital.

Zhang Heng said to Long Nanguang just now that if his uncle was not Prince Wuyi, he would have died long ago.

He didn't lie.

It's hard to buy everyone, but it's easy to buy someone.

For example, detain his wife, children, and children, and then promise to let him be the county magistrate of Rongcheng when the matter is completed.

"You think you've settled for me?"

Long Nanguang was furious.

Zhang Heng just smiled, not wanting to comment further on the established facts.

Seeing his full confidence, Long Nanguang was a little discouraged: "Tell me, why are you willing to let me go?"

After he finished speaking, he said: "I am also the commander of Rongcheng, the common people, the squires, and those sea merchants all support me. If you kill me, they will not obey you."

Zhang Heng nodded: "That's why I haven't touched you all this time. I need a good solution that doesn't involve bloodshed."

"What do you want to do?"

Long Nanguang's eyes were full of caution.

Zhang Heng has something to say, and he doesn't want to make so many detours: "I want you to submit to me and be my deputy commander. When the time comes, I will be good to you. The four counties will be integrated. If you occupy Hainan again, you will be more beautiful than you are now."

Long Nanguang looked hesitant.

"If you refuse, we will fight."

"No, I agree, and the people below will not agree, because you are blocking the way."

Zhang Heng said earnestly: "I came with sincerity, and it depends on your sincerity."

Long Nanguang was struggling.

He didn't have any confidence at all, and the deputy commander sounded pretty good.

More importantly, he is not a very ambitious person, he just wants to live on his own three-acre land.

Otherwise, he should have occupied the four southwest counties before Zhang Heng showed up.

In fact, he didn't even occupy Hainan, which is close at hand, because he thought it was troublesome.

"Can I answer you later?"

Long Nanguang thought a little big: "I want to discuss with my daughter-in-law."

"Negotiate with your wife?"

Zhang Heng glanced at him in surprise.

He knew that Long Nanguang loved his wife very much, but he didn't expect that the first reaction when he heard such a big event was to go home and discuss it with his wife.

"You don't have to look at me like that. I'm very democratic, not macho."

"With such a big thing happening at home, of course, it was discussed by two people. How dictatorial it is for one person to be the master."

"But don't worry, she has never liked me fighting and killing. I heard the news of your recruitment last year, and she wanted to persuade me to leave Rongcheng and run away."

When Long Nanguang said this, he suddenly saw that the food on the table was still untouched, and greeted: "Sit down and eat together, you have a good time today, the new Australian lobster and fusang salmon brought by the ship, plus the chef's meticulous care. Prepared sushi, charcoal grilled wagyu beef, guaranteed to make your trip worthwhile."

"Let's have something to eat first."

Mi Nianying also came out to say hello.

Everyone sat down.

Not to mention, Long Nanguang's chef is very good, the Japanese cuisine is very authentic, and he also takes into account the tastes of Guangdong and Guangxi.

Uncle Jiu's mouthful of mustard and lobster, delicious to the point of tears.

"Carrier Guang, Nianying said that you have long nails, and you still like to grab things?"

Eating lobster, Uncle Jiu did not forget the purpose of his trip.

"Yeah, I don't know how."

Long Nanguang replied, and felt a little itchy on his fingers again, so he couldn't help rubbing: "Don't say it, it's very comfortable to scratch."

Ninth Uncle looked at his actions, and had a guess in his heart: "Have you been to Yizhuang, ancestral halls, mass graves and other places at night recently, and have you been attacked by strange people or corpses?"

Long Nanguang thought for a while and replied: "Since I came to Rongcheng to take office, I moved the ancestral hall of my hometown here. I went to offer incense to my father, and I heard the creaking noise in the coffin. Look, not only did he not recognize my son, he even grabbed me twice, and I pushed him back."

Hearing this, Uncle Jiu had a bottom line in his heart.

"Your father should have changed his corpse, but it's not a good thing, so you can only survive until now after being scratched by him. If you change it to a black zombie, hehe."

Jiu Shu looked back at Wen Cai: "You can't last for three hours."

Wen Cai was scratched by Mrs. Ren, and when he heard this, he was deeply moved: "After I was scratched by a zombie, I jumped and jumped on the bed covered with glutinous rice. Who would have thought that Qiusheng was not able to handle things well, and the glutinous rice was mixed with it. Sticky rice, I almost turned into a zombie."

Long Nanguang was a little unconvinced: "Is it enough to get some glutinous rice?"

Ninth Uncle didn't answer, he lifted his sleeve and looked at it. Sure enough, he saw three scratches on it.

The scratches were black and purple, and some places had begun to rot.

"The zombie that scratches you is not very powerful, but you have already been poisoned by the corpse, and the poison has penetrated into the bone marrow. You can't rely on glutinous rice alone."

Ninth Uncle looked at Long Nanguang's nails again, and said categorically, "You need to use zombie teeth to fight poison, and then you can get better with a medicinal bath."

"I know about medicinal baths, but where can I find zombie teeth?"

Long Nanguang asked subconsciously.

"You are stupid, whoever scratches you will go to whom."

Wen Cai was very clever once.

"Who is here, so lively?"

Just as he was talking, a big belly came outside.

This woman looked 40 to [-] years old, and the long-haired maid beside her smiled with a maternal radiance.

"Sister Lian!"

Looking up, Uncle Jiu couldn't move his eyes.

The eyes are so complex that it is difficult to describe in words.

Admiration, nostalgia, remorse, joy, dodging, all kinds of eyes are intertwined, even if you are an international actor, it is difficult to shape.

"Master, don't do this."

Zhang Heng didn't want to make Ninth Uncle make a fool of himself, after all, this is someone else's woman.

"Sister Lian!"

Jiu Shu rarely lost his composure. He didn't even hear Zhang Heng's words, and stood up from his chair excitedly: "How have you been all these years?"

"Brother Lin, long time no see."

Facing the ninth uncle, Mi Qilian seemed very free and easy, like an old friend reunited.

But this kind of joy of reunion with old friends is not what Ninth Uncle wants, it is like a bucket of cold water pouring down on his head.

"Yes, I haven't seen you for more than ten years."

Jiu Shu smiled a little unnaturally.

He tried hard to restrain his heart, but he still couldn't calm down.

A thought kept flashing in front of his eyes. If he hadn't embarked on the path of Taoism, Lian Mei would have been his wife.

"Douchiying, we're not going to the ancestral hall, don't delay, let's go now."

Long Nanguang couldn't stand it any longer, he grabbed the arm of the ninth uncle and said to his wife, "Wife, let's go out to do some errands, you can rest at home."

Done.

Regardless of whether the ninth uncle is willing or not, Long Nanguang will not give him any more chances and will forcefully pull him away.

"Brother Heng, do you think Master regrets it?"

Leaving the Grand Marshal's Mansion, Wen Cai said glumly.

"Regret what?"

As Zhang Heng replied, he looked at the second floor of the Grand Marshal's Mansion.

Into the eyes, the maid who accompanied Mi Qilian back, was standing on the balcony on the second floor watching them.

Four eyes facing each other.

There was a strange smile on the corner of the maid's mouth, and then she turned and returned to the house.

"I regret being a Taoist priest."

Wen Cai said to himself: "Brother Heng, do you think I will regret it? To be honest, when Qiu Sheng said he was going to get married, I was actually quite envious. Last night, I dreamed that I was a groom."

Zhang Heng retracted his gaze, frowned and said, "I didn't say you as a brother. You left Yizhuang, can you live?"

"right."

Wen Cai was also a little annoyed: "I'm stupid, I'm still ugly, and I can't speak. If I leave Yizhuang, I'll probably starve to death. It's better to stay with the master, at least I won't starve to death."

Zhang Heng patted Wen Cai on the shoulder and took a few steps to catch up with Jiu Shu.

"Uncle Master."

"what happened?"

Zhang Heng leaned over to Ninth Uncle and whispered, "There's something wrong with that long-haired maid."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu stopped: "What did you find?"

"Feel."

Zhang Heng didn't explain much: "I won't go to the ancestral hall, I'll stay to see the situation."

"Are you sure?"