major general

Being warm also has its disadvantages. In Jinlin, the two of them were lying on the bed, wishing they could grow up together, snuggling up to each other was extremely warm.When they reached the south bank, Fu Xiaoyu was kicked out of bed by Wen Le, who was afraid of the heat.

Sitting up from under the bed while supporting his waist, Fu Xiaoyu looked at Wen Le who was snoring in sleep without a word, and finally couldn't bear to shout him up, so he restrained himself by slapping his buttocks twice before washing up and going out.

It was bright outside, and people coming and going were selling seafood picked up by the low tide.

Xiao Er prepared breakfast and delivered it to the room. The hot seafood porridge contained sweet shrimp and sea urchin, which was sweet and delicious.

Wen Le got out of bed smelling the smell, and after finishing his porridge, he backed away abruptly, a dart shot past his face from the dark and hit the wall.

A note was pinned to the dart.

[Come to Qionglin Building for a while. 】

A piece of fabric was tucked inside the note, and it was embroidered with silver thread.

Fu Xiaoyu's clothes.

Wen Le took a sip of the smell of blood from his teeth, pushed the door and went out, pinning a long whip to his waist.

Downstairs is full of voices, it is the time for excitement.

Going on a rampage, he bumped into someone as soon as he got downstairs, and the man glared and scolded, "You don't have eyes?"

Wearing a gauze hat, Wen Le was very impatient, stared sideways, stretched out his hand and slapped the man to the ground, and said: "If you block the road again, I will crush you."

After speaking, he walked out quickly, the guards surrounded by the man looked at each other, and no one dared to stop him.

After inquiring all the way, I finally found Qionglin Tower.

This Qionglin Tower was a famous restaurant on the south bank in the early years. In the past, Emperor Wu had a relationship with a vassal king. It was said that the prince colluded with the Xiongnu in order to win the throne, and was beheaded by Emperor Wu himself in Qionglin Tower.

In order to scare the chickens and monkeys and deter other rebellious vassals, Emperor Wu also hung the man's head outside the highest seat of the restaurant.His wife and children were also killed and the well in the backyard was filled.

Since then, Qionglin Tower has been regarded as an ominous place, no one dared to buy this restaurant, and gradually it fell into disuse.

Wen Le pushed open the door of Qionglin Building, and the sky was full of dust.

With a creak, the air around seemed to freeze.

The sound of arrow feathers pierced the air, Wen Le stepped on the height of the tables and chairs to avoid the arrow feathers, and rushed to the second floor.

The three archers didn't expect him to find their position so quickly, they couldn't dodge in time, and went to search for the arrows in the arrow basket, but Wen Le, who stepped forward quickly, picked up the roots of his legs. They all fell down the stairs together.

Having dealt with the archer, Bunle took a step back to avoid the attacking knife from behind.

Qionglin Building was lifeless, and the smell of dust was very unpleasant.

Bunle hid back, stepped on the candlestick at the side, and poured the extinguished candle oil on the blade.

Unsolidified candle oil stuck to the blade of the knife, and no matter how fast the man was, he slashed at Wen Le's body, leaving only four or five pieces of dried candle oil.

Bunle took half a step forward, grabbed the man's wrist, turned his back to him, and slammed him hard against the wall where the candlestick was embedded.

The man was in pain, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the handle of the knife fell into Wen Le's hands.

Wen Le raised the handle of the knife and knocked on the back of the man's neck, knocking him unconscious to the ground.

On the third floor, Bunle didn't dare to go any further, but just pressed against the wall, feeling the fluctuations in the air.

This place is completely different from the one below, there is no breath at all, and even he is not sure how many people come here and what abilities they have.

A familiar aura came from behind, and Wen Le turned sideways, the wall behind him was shattered, and there was only a flash of light on the dim third floor, which was the light reflected from the weapon.

Wen Le took off the long whip from his waist, waved it casually, and wrapped it around the head of the weapon.

The window on the side was cracked by Bunle's kick, and the light came in.

Before Wen Le saw it clearly, the weapon turned around and rolled the long whip to pieces.

Silver gun!

Wen Le retreated, but couldn't dodge the silver spear attack. There was a wall behind him, and he couldn't retreat half a step.

The silver gun was inserted straight into Wen Le's body!

As if he felt that he had given enough lessons, the owner of the silver gun stopped, put away the silver gun, and said: "I don't use the gun I practiced day and night. It's shameful to use this soft whip."

Wen Le was so poked that he couldn't speak, and it hurt when he gasped for breath. Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at the person hiding in the dark, and said coquettishly, "Daddy, Lele hurts."

Wen Changzheng paused, coughed lightly, and said, "It deserves pain!"

Bun Le pursed her lips and rubbed her waist and abdomen aggrievedly.

The injured or dizzy people downstairs also went upstairs, knelt down on one knee, and shouted: "Master, young master."

Wen Changzheng finally had a little bit of humanity, he stretched out his hand to support Wen Le, and said in a babbling voice, "It's just a flesh wound that was stabbed in your internal organs, and it will heal in ten days, so I should teach you a lesson, you... ..are you hurt?"

Wen Le took off his coat with a smile, pointed to the white jade armor inside, and said, "Your daughter-in-law gave it to me and escorted me to the Huns' battlefield. I passed there safely, and I have to come back in full."

Wen Changzheng was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him. He picked up his silver gun and stabbed him, yelling: "What a boy! How dare you plot against your father! Why are you running away! Ah Yi Ah Er, stop him!"

A fool doesn't run away.

Wen Le jumped out of the window, knowing that her father was behind the trick, she ran to Wen's mansion with Qinggong.

Yesterday, feeling so close to the hometown, I had a good time visiting the South Bank. Unexpectedly, there were Wen Changzheng's eyeliner everywhere, so let him catch it.

Fu Xiaoyu is not in Qionglin Tower, but definitely at home, if he goes back later, he might be bullied to death by his mother.

The hidden guards of the Wen Mansion saw a figure passing by, and were so frightened that they quickly chased after him.

Wen Le didn't restrain himself, and the guards of Wen Mansion also saw it, and shouted: "Assassin!"

The girls and boys were also terrified, they picked up the pots and pans one by one, and waited for the assassin to appear.

For a while, the Wenfu was very lively.

In the backyard, Fu Xiaoyu and Quan Qiao were drinking tea.

Quan Qiao has been in the wind and rain with Wen Changzheng on the south bank these years. He looks older than Quan Xiu, but he has a good foundation. Even if his skin is wheat-colored, his appearance and figure are all in Jinlin. Everyone's ladies are incomparable.

"...You said that San'er talked to Mrs. Yu like that?"

Fu Xiaoyu nodded and said: "Although Yu San'er has no academic talent to speak of, he is still a child raised by the Quan family. He is much more mature and sensible than ordinary people."

Quan Qiao smiled, his crooked eyes were exactly the same as Wen Le's.

"My sister is soft-tempered, and I am worried that she will be bullied. It would be better for the third son to be tough."

Fu Xiaoyu poured her a cup of tea, and continued: "Grandpa Quan gave this tea before he left, and said it was your favorite drink."

Quan Qiao sniffed it, smiled and shook his head: "When I was not out of the cabinet, I liked sweet things, but now I like strong ones, the bitterer the better, drinking the spirit."

Fu Xiaoyu thought of Wen Le, and said: "Wen Le is similar to when you were not out of the court, and now he still tastes like a child, who likes to eat sweet fried food, and taking a sip of medicine can kill half his life."

Hearing this, Quan Qiao seemed to outline the appearance of a handsome child, silently lowered his head, rubbing the pattern on the rim of the cup.

Suddenly, the wind blew up, and the young gentleman in white turned over from the building, grabbed Fu Xiaoyu's hand and pulled it up, looked here and there, looked at him with wide eyes, and asked: "Is there any injury? "

Fu Xiaoyu wanted to laugh when he played with him, and said, "Where can I get hurt?"

As soon as he finished speaking, seventeen or eighteen guards quickly gathered in the yard, and there were three hidden guards on the wall, holding various weapons in their hands.

Quan Qiao stood up, waved his hands, and said, "My family, let's go."

The guard was taken aback and said, "Madam?"

Quan Qiao closed his hands, repeated, and said, "I said it, my family."

The guard and the hidden guard looked at each other, and they both stepped back.

Quan Qiao turned his head, took off the gauze hat for him, sized up Wen Le, and then sized up Fu Xiaoyu, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that his daughter-in-law was very handsome, not like the rumored one who wanted to marry him at the Zhen Guo Mansion. He asked, "Le'er didn't force you, did he?"

Fu Xiaoyu was startled, then laughed and said, "Where is this talking?"

Quan Qiao clicked his tongue twice, and said, "Look, you're too forced to tell the truth."

Fu Xiaoyu: "..."

Bunraku: "..."

When Wen Changzheng arrived, Wen Le took Fu Xiaoyu to kowtow to the two of them, and said: "You two were not here on the day of marriage, so today is considered to be a 'second worship'."

Wen Le hadn't brought Fu Xiaoyu to kowtow before seeing the two elders of the Quan family, but this time they were the real in-laws. Fu Xiaoyu worshiped so seriously, more devoutly than worshiping the emperor.

Quan Qiao helped the two of them to sit up, and said, "You won't be staying on the South Bank for long, right?"

Wen Le responded, the two of them were supposed to be in the carriage on the return journey, but now they were on the south bank, and Ma Cheng tried his best to buy time for Wen Le to meet his relatives.

Quan Qiao helped him up, but he didn't take back his hand. He held Wen Le's palm and squeezed the calluses on his palm.

There are very thick calluses on the tiger's mouth of his children.

It was a cocoon from long-term gun training, and it couldn't get rid of it.

Her husband has to use a scorpion to wear down the calluses regularly on weekdays, so as not to feel bad when holding the gun and lose the aim.

Wen Changzheng just sat there staring at Wen Le for a while, then reached out and slapped Wen Le's hand off, saying, "It's almost done, can't we hold it forever?"

Bunraku: "...?"

While talking, the servants brought up the dinner.

The pig's trotters here are especially soft and glutinous, the skin and flesh can be separated at a glance, and it shatters when twisted on the tip of the tongue. Wen Le gnawed on the pig's trotters and said, "Mother, there is one thing about stealing people, so there is another one. It's rare for him to come out with me, you found someone to kidnap him, but it scared me out of my wits."

Quan Qiao served him soup and said, "What's the matter? You forget your mother when you have a daughter-in-law? It's not enough to tease your daughter-in-law?"

Wen Le looked at her with pursed lips, and asked back: "You ask father, what can he do if someone teases his wife."

Wen Changzheng and Wen Le gnawed on the pig's trotters together, and said without thinking, "I tore him alive!"

Quan Qiao took the chopsticks and hit Wen Le and Wen Changzheng hard on the heads.

He looked at Wen Changzheng first and said, "The child is still there, and I don't know how to speak."

Wen Changzheng: "..." I have a headache.

Then he looked at Wen Le and said, "Don't be like your father, I'm your mother, be polite to your mother. If I can have another child, can you have another mother?"

Bunle: "..." Headache.

The author says:

Quan Qiao: No one in the whole family can worry about it.