Born short-lived

Zhou Zirong raised his eyebrows, clicked his tongue secretly in his heart, and still had a polite smile on his face: "I can't find anything today, let's talk about it tomorrow morning."

This kid, why is he still in a daze.

Thinking of this person's unchanging solid-minded temperament, Zhou Zirong still asked uneasy: "By the way, His Highness is busy with the war, and you don't need to report everything."

The meaning in the words could not be more obvious—that is to say, you should act as if you didn’t see anything tonight.

Yinfeng nodded reflexively, and after walking for a while, he suddenly froze for a moment. Only then did he realize Zhou Zirong's meaning, and he belatedly said, "Oh... I understand."

Zhou Zirong was speechless for a moment.

"By the way," the two walked in silence for a long time, Yinfeng thought of something, and said suddenly, "Is the general injured?"

This kind of concern after thinking about it after the fact and asking out of politeness really makes people wonder whether to be embarrassed or grateful... Zhou Zirong had no choice but to laugh a few times dryly to show his open-mindedness: "No problem, thank you Lord Yinfeng cares."

Yinfeng didn't seem to feel anything wrong at all, and he didn't put the emphasis on the right place at all, he laughed heartily a few times, and waved his hands: "It's fine for the general to call me young master."

Zhou Zirong's face froze for a moment, his brows twitched in the shadow he couldn't see, and he thought how could there be such a peerless person in this world.

How old are you yourself, don’t you have any idea in your mind?

Naihe Yinfeng didn't know what was going on in his mind. Seeing that he didn't speak, he thought it was inappropriate, so he patiently and friendlyly comforted him: "I'm just a young general under His Highness's command, so you don't need to use such an honorific title for a general."

Zhou Zirong shook his head with a smile, thinking that you can think about it.

And Zhou Zirong has always been a good person, since Yinfeng doesn't want old face, then he is happy to help him, so he turned his head and smiled at him: "Mr. Yinfeng is really too humble."

It was not far from Zeng Fenglei's commander-in-chief's mansion to King Beizhao's mansion, and Zhou Zirong took him to another alley and arrived.And even though he didn't want Pan Shuning to know what happened just now, but when he looked down and saw that his body was covered in blood, he still wanted to hide it - why, could it be that he went to butcher a pig?

Thinking of the "soul question" from Pan Shuning that he was about to face, Zhou Zirong couldn't help but feel a headache.

The so-called one thing down one thing is really not wrong at all.

"Zi Rong... Hey! This, this, this... how did this happen!" As expected, Pan Shuning's face turned pale with fright the first time she saw him, and she pointed her fingers tremblingly at him in disbelief. bloody idea, "Oh my god..."

Yinfeng, who was completely ignored, was not uncomfortable, and watched with folded arms with great interest.

Zhou Zirong only felt a throbbing pain in his brain, and because he was afraid of alarming Pan Shuning again, he spread his hands to show that he was fine, and while smiling, comforted him softly: "Mother, don't worry. , isn't it all right, baby?"

Pan Shuning recovered from the fright at the beginning, threw off the support of the maid beside her, and rushed forward to grab Zhou Zirong's arm up and down to make sure that her son was still alive. All arms and legs, without missing a piece of flesh, regained the strength to chew his tongue: "Tell me about you! How did you make it like this? This...is this your blood?"

"How could it be, of course not." Zhou Zirong gently pressed Pan Shuning's shoulder as if to appease, and explained calmly with lowered eyebrows, "Isn't it just that I went to interrogate a prisoner of war and accidentally soiled the clothes my mother bought?" .”

When Pan Shuning got up in a hurry, he couldn't choose what to say, but at this moment, his eyes widened even more when he heard it, and regardless of whether there were outsiders beside him, he let out a shocking "Bah!", and cursed sonorously, "Fart!"

The servants next to him were so frightened that they hurriedly lowered their heads, not knowing whether they were afraid of the old lady's anger, or they were worried that their master would find out that they were holding back their laughter.

Even though Yinfeng knew it was inappropriate, he still laughed very viciously. In order not to make a sound, his whole face was flushed, and he didn't know if he turned back into a bow and crossbow at this time, it would be bronze or red copper.

Zhou Zirong felt extremely embarrassed, but he couldn't embarrass his old lady's face, so he had to put on a posture that he would not fight back, helped the old lady into the house, and then began to change the subject as if nothing had happened: "Speaking of it , I haven’t introduced guests to my mother yet.”

Xi Yu and Pan Shuning were taken aback for a moment, and then realized that there was an unfamiliar man in black standing behind Zhou Zirong. He thought it was his bodyguard just now, but now that he was going to introduce him solemnly, he said inwardly. Alright, thinking that it might not be for embarrassing my son in front of outsiders, so I didn't bother to get angry, and hurriedly turned around, frantically putting on a decent smile: "What you said...is this one, right?" ?”

Knowing that he had succeeded, Zhou Zirong secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and the smile on his lips deepened, and he also turned sideways: "This is the envoy from Northern Xinjiang."

Yinfeng knew that all the fuss was over, so he respectfully bowed respectfully and respectfully: "Little man Yinfeng, I pay my respects to Mrs. Zhou."

When Pan Shuning heard that he was from Beijiang, his heart skipped a beat - from Beijiang, there is no other possibility other than being sent by the prince...

Pan Shuning only felt that his eyes were darkened, and he said in his heart that his life was over, he smiled dryly as if trying to cover up, and remedied: "Oh, it turned out to be the envoy from Beijiang, what a neglect... Hey! What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and pour a cup of tea for the envoy! The best Dahongpao in 60 years! Cook it in a silver pot, hear me!"

The Blessed One who was suddenly named was taken aback for a moment, and stammered and hurriedly responded: "Hey, little... little... let's go now."

Pan Shuning closed her eyes in desperation, and forgot in a hurry just now that Bafu had a big tongue when she got anxious.

She frowned apologetically, nodded and smiled shyly: "It really made the messenger laugh."

The old lady always stays in the palace on weekdays, and rarely sees outsiders, so it is natural that sometimes she will make a fuss.Zhou Zirong can't say that there is no need to be so panicky, but it's not good to just look at his old lady anxiously, so he interjected seemingly unintentionally: "Speaking of which, Mr. Yinfeng just mentioned that the journey is far away, and he traveled overnight. I'm tired, why don't you arrange a room for Young Master to rest first?"

In fact, Pan Shuning's appearance as if facing a formidable enemy also made Yinfeng a little uncomfortable, when he heard Zhou Zirong's words, he went downhill without saying a word: "Ah... yes, thank you for your kindness, old lady , don’t bother with this tea.”

"Is that so..." Pan Shuning forced a smile, "Then, you guys, hurry up and tidy up a bedroom for the envoy!"

In fact, Zhou Zirong was so eager to settle Yinfeng, not just to resolve the embarrassment.He touched the letter in his arms through his clothes, and he was already a little impatient.

After finally inviting all the gods back, Zhou Zirong returned to his bedroom exhausted physically and mentally.

As soon as the door was closed, he couldn't wait any longer and hurriedly took out the letter. Then he remembered that if the envelope was dirty with his dirty clothes, he hurriedly lit the white crystal magic lamp in the room and pointed it at the light. I looked back and felt relieved when I was sure it was still spotless.

There were not many words in the letter, just Dong Sheng's instructions: "Panyang's action this time must not be accidental. According to my short-sightedness, it may be inseparable from the war in northern Xinjiang. If Panyang misses a blow , I’m afraid you won’t let it go. Don’t relax the coastal defense of the East China Sea, and the people in Panyang are acting weird and aggressive, so you have to be more careful in everything and hope you are safe.”

Everything was fine in the front, but I don't know what Dong Sheng was thinking in the back, and he wrote: "A river of spring water flows across, and I hope Jun's peace with the moonlight."

Although I know that Dong Sheng, an illiterate man, will always write a few lame poems with enthusiasm from time to time, but Zhou Zirong still can't help but feel warm when he reads this.

After all, his attention was completely on the last two sentences, and he couldn't help thinking: This kid, did he do it on purpose?

[The author has something to say: That's right, General Zhou Zirong, the head coach of the East China Sea, is afraid——mother! !

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