little turtle in pocket

Ninety-one AD.The capital of Liang State.

This unassuming inn has a very cheesy name: Good Come Again.The shopkeeper was a slightly fat middle-aged man, he looked so amiable and ordinary that people could forget about it.

However, when you walk inside, you will find that the business here is really booming.

Under such a background, almost no one noticed the drunk young man in the corner of the shop.

The tall figure was leaning against the board wall, and he was still yelling: "Full up! Give me up again!"

The handsome attendant next to him was about to cry: "Dian—you don't drink, how can you go back if you drink again, go back?"

Cheng Shen glared, and was about to explode, when someone beside him asked leisurely: "Excuse me, is there anyone in this seat?"

A gust of smoke blew through the cold air, and the people standing there were wearing white clothes and weak crowns, as if they had walked out of the painting and floated there.

Cheng Shen glanced at the man and snorted angrily.The attendant stroked his rabbit teeth blankly, without speaking.

Seeing that no one answered, the man smiled slightly, unfolded the gold-sprinkled folding fan in his hand, pressed it against his chin, and blinked his big cat-like eyes: "Young master is in a bad mood? Let me take a look at it for you. Fate?"

"It's so presumptuous——" the attendant's scolding was blocked by Cheng Shen's gesture, and he made a gesture of invitation, signaling the other party to sit down.

"You're taking the liberty." Lord You smiled and cupped his hands, sat unceremoniously across from Cheng Shen, took a sip from the wine cup, "Your lord is frowning, he must have lost a precious treasure."

Cheng Shen drank another glass of wine and replied with a wry smile: "Baby? That's right. He is indeed my favorite."

Mr. You rolled his eyes in a circle: "If you look at Mr. Yintang's dark eyes and his eyes are blank, then you will never find him. Please tell me bluntly, there will be no results if you search like this, because the disappearance of that treasure has nothing to do with Mr. next of kin. He doesn't want you to find it, and you never will."

The most worried truth was gently revealed by the person in front of him, Cheng Shen's hand shook involuntarily, and the wine in his glass spilled all over the table.

There was a loud bang, something big was overturned.

The thin shoes and socks were soaked through in an instant, and the cold air penetrated into the bones.Wen Nuo took a step back subconsciously, and looked up at the person who overturned the bucket—it was the drinking water he had spent the morning picking up from the mountains five miles away from the military camp.

"Why? Not convinced?" The anger in the young man's eyes seemed to make the other party very happy, and he leaned closer to his ear and whispered: "Who told you to point a knife at me last night? Next time lie down and let me Stab it, or you'll still look good!"

Before the soldier's trivial hand reached Wen Nuo's chin, he slapped him heavily. At the same time, a shoe went straight to the gate of the courtyard—the already wet shoe didn't follow the foot, and no one kicked the shoe. Fly away first.

Unfortunately, someone just opened the door and came in at this moment. Seeing that the shoe was about to hit him directly on the chest, the person next to him stretched out his hand quickly to catch it.

Li Pingsheng couldn't help but laugh, and asked with his hands on his hips, "What are you doing here? The military camp is almost turned into a juggling field by you! How decent is it?"

The wicked soldier first complained: "Captain, Wen Nuo knocked over the bucket and wanted to hit someone! That shoe belongs to him!"

Zhang Zhengkai looked at the shoes in his hands, then at the boy with his bare snow-white feet, and smiled "Pu Chi", "He Da, what are you doing bullying a kid?"

He Da still wanted to play tricks, and someone behind Li and Zhang repeated a name in a low voice: "Wen Nuo?"

The man walked to the front calmly and looked straight at the drenched military uniform boy: "Sure enough, the best place to hide a leaf is in the woods. Who would have thought that the prince of Liang would love to be an ordinary soldier?" Is your identity mixed up in the military camp?"

Li Pingsheng laughed and said: "Your Highness, General Pei is waiting in the barracks over there-------"

His Highness waved his hand, walked straight to Wen Nuo, reached out to touch the other's earlobe, but was avoided by the boy with a jerk.He twirled his fingers and laughed: "Interesting. I want to see, what magic power do you have that can make a prince of a country ignore his charming bride and hang out with you all day long?"

Zhang Zhengkai also walked up to them, and returned the shoes to Wen Nuo: "Your Highness, Wen Nuo is making up soldiers, and he cannot leave the barracks casually."

The smile of His Royal Highness Babyface is as warm as the spring breeze in March, but his voice is as cold as the frost and snow in the severe winter: "Even the princess of Chu State is married to you, and Liang State is reluctant to bear a mere soldier?"

Li Pingsheng's smile disappeared: "Your Highness, a humble job does not have such great power. Please consult King Liang about this matter."

Zihao didn't answer, just raised his hand and clapped lightly.Immediately, out of nowhere, a few men pretending to be strong came to his side and bowed to salute.

Bing Sheng was surprised and angry: "You guys, do you want to rebel?" The regular script next to him hastily tugged on his sleeve, signaling him not to continue talking.

"General Wu, Your Highness has ordered no one to enter, General Wu!"

The young general dropped the hand on his arm from the door and strode towards the inner courtyard of the post house, causing huge damage along the way.

Of course it was impossible for Gan Zihao not to hear such a big commotion.So, when Wu Ming stepped into the inner courtyard, he was already standing under the porch to greet him.

"General Wu, do you have any advice for visiting at this time?"

This His Highness had just staged a martial arts parade in Liang Guo's barracks, and had held a certain soldier hostage and locked him up in his bed, but now he pretended to be doing nothing, which really drove people crazy.

Wu Ming took a deep breath and reminded himself to calm down again and again, but there was still some irritation mixed in his voice: "Your Highness, we are here this time to discuss with Liang Guo the matter of joint defense, what are you going to do to tie that Wen Nuo? "

Zi Hao shrugged: "Don't do anything, just shut it up like this. Anyway, King Liang doesn't like him. We are helping King Liang. He has no reason to blame us."

"Don't tell me about us!" The veins on Wu Ming's temples twitched, "How did King Liang treat Wen Nuo? That's their family business. What's the matter with you coming here? Besides, you took him from the barracks. They were kidnapped by others, where will Liang Guo's army face you if you do this?"

It was rare to see General Wu so excited. Zi Hao widened his eyes curiously and scratched the back of his head: "Well, it seems that it's not very good. But, I have done everything, what should I do? Why don't you go into the room first, and then go slowly." Slowly teach me?"

Wu Ming sighed, and stepped into the threshold: "Your Highness, it's not that I want to blame you, you will also be a weaker person, how can you be so childish and not consider the consequences?"

Zihao followed behind him, quietly making a grimace: "I'm just so angry, can I change it in the future?"

The two came to the inner room while talking. Wu Ming raised his hand and pushed open the door. The scene in front of him was overwhelming: the lonely prisoner who was forced to be separated from his lover, suffered bullying in the barracks, and now was kidnapped and squatted. On the ground, he was concentrating on directing a little turtle to spin around in place, smiling happily.

"Hey you!"

General Wu was so angry that he couldn't even remember the other party's name.

Wen Nuo reacted quickly, picked up the little tortoise and stuffed it back into his pocket, looking warily at the person coming at the door.

Wu Ming's face was full of hatred: "Why, why are you still in the mood to play this?" He walked up to Wen Nuo and squatted down, carefully scrutinizing that clean face, "Are you not sad at all? Even a drop No tears?"

The boy showed a mocking smile: "If I cry a lot, will you let me go?"

Wu Ming was taken aback, but before he could answer, Zi Hao said behind him, "No matter what, I won't let you go."

Wen Nuo smiled silently, and looked at Wu Ming with an expression of "I know it right", making his hairs stand on end.

He lowered his head, only to find that the child's feet were bare, Wu Ming felt all the blood rushing to his head, and picked the child up with a wave of his arms: "It's such a cold day, why don't you wear shoes and socks? "

Wen Nuo didn't speak, but struggled to get off the ground, and was thrown on the cloud bed in the corner of the room.

Zi Hao explained on his behalf: "The shoes and socks are all wet."

"Go get yours and change it for him." Wu Ming ordered coldly, pinching the child's trousers, "Also change all the clothes and pants. I'll tell King Liang to send someone to pick him up."

"do not want!"

Wen Nuo and Zi Hao cried out in unison, and then gave each other a hard look.

Wu Ming stood up and said softly: "We have to do this, King Liang will not let it go."

"But--"

Zihao wanted to argue, but he heard a commotion outside, someone shouting: "Something happened in the palace! Let me go!"