Chapter 1108 Retire After Success, Angelica (7)

In a village in Xiliang, a handsome man squatted at the door of a bamboo building and looked up at the sky.

Wandering away.

The guards of Mocheng personally sent the King of Nanling and Princess Nanling out of the customs. The news has already spread in Mocheng and even the whole of Xiliang.

Of course he knew it too.

To his bewilderment, the master left without sending a signal for him to retreat.

Does the master have other arrangements? Are you going to let him continue to lurk in Xiliang to get information?

But even if you want to continue lurking, you should make a specific arrangement and follow your direction.

He had an inexplicable feeling, could it be that the master forgot that he was an undercover agent?

Impossible, impossible, who is the master? The King of Nanling, who is meticulous in planning and planning, never makes a single mistake!

How could there be such a major mistake as forgetting a subordinate.

Master must have other arrangements.

he waits.

"Is your injury better today? Don't squat at the door, just sit with a stool."

A woman's soft voice came from behind.

The man woke up, and immediately covered his shoulder with one hand to feel uncomfortable, "Oh, the wound is still painful, I will lie down and rest for a while."

...

After gaining the angle of view, Wei Lan was still looking at the people in the window through the back window, her entire face was wooden.

Just now, Nannan said that she forgot about Wei Cheng, forgot...

Did he hear wrong?

Then he turned his eyes to look at his master, his face was as calm as ever, and he didn't suddenly think of someone's expression. Wei Lan just wanted to comfort his master that he must not have forgotten, when he heard the man say, "Wei Cheng is still in Xiliang? Oh, yes, Then let him stay there, remind him to pass the information back, and keep an eye on the new emperor of Xiliang."

When Wei Lan left, her heart was broken, and when she saw Wei Hong, her mood changed instantly, and she gloated greatly.

"Dahong, guess what happened to that boy Wei Cheng? The master sent him to meet Qinglian at the time, and later let him sneak into Xiliang to steal information. As a result, when the master left with Nannan, he didn't even think about this person. You said he was a lot Inconspicuous? Hahaha!"

"You were thrown in Cangwu Town for more than nine years, and the master didn't think of you much, did he?" Wei Hong wondered, where did these bastards have such a sense of superiority to make fun of others?

Erhuo Lan, "..." The hero doesn't mention his bravery back then.

In the backyard wing room, Liu Yusheng had recovered from the shock, and felt sorry for Wei Cheng, "I guess Wei Cheng doesn't even know that he has been forgotten."

"There are too many things recently, I just don't remember them for a while."

"...is there any difference?"

Tapping his fingers, Feng Qingbai was serious, "Wei Cheng is a hidden guard, and what the hidden guard has to do is to make others not feel his presence. In this regard, Wei Cheng has done very well. When he comes back, I will give him affirmation." Commendation."

Liu Yusheng nodded. Well, Wei Cheng was indeed very successful in this point. Not only did others not feel his existence, but even the master forgot about him.

It's dumbfounding.

This matter has been revealed, and Liu Yusheng did not ask where Feng Qingbai sent Wei Cheng to Xiliang. No matter where it is, it is just to collect information on Xiliang, and try to let Nanling know Xiliang better, so that the two countries If any conflict arises, Nanling can quickly make the best response.

"I miss croton and red beans. Let's go back to Beijing after the busy farming season." Liu Yusheng said lightly as he put the last medicinal material into the medicine furnace.

Going to the Northwest, entering Xiliang, and going there for half a year, she really misses two children.

Especially when teasing the little children in the village in the morning, the miss is even heavier.

"Okay, I'll go back when the busy farming is over." Feng Qingbai responded.

Both of them were talking about going back, not going back.

Now that the overall situation in Nanling has stabilized, there is no need for Feng Qingbai to keep an eye on the affairs of the court, and the helpers he selected for Feng Mohan have also begun to form a team. There are Liu Zhixia, the veteran of the three dynasties Mr. Yuan, and even the entire cabinet ministers.

At the beginning, the Iron Triangle who followed Feng Qingbai and Feng Mohan as their opponents had already gone to the second, and the last corner, Qin Xiao, was dragged into their own camp by them, even the empress dowager, who also eased the relationship with them.

The time has come to draw back.

Xinghua Village is their home.

Retire after success, Angelica.

On the square table, white mist came out of the medicine stove, and the faint fragrance of medicine spread slowly in the room. The men and women in the room were still doing their own things, with smiles on each other's lips.

The life in Xinghua Village is very ordinary. Day after day, farmers work at sunrise and rest at sunset, which is very regular.

Like the Qing River at the entrance of the village, the water flows slowly and silently, with almost no waves.

But the people here enjoy the leisurely and uncomplicated life, which is never seen in the bustling and bustling imperial city.

Here, the product is the state of mind.

Early in the morning, Qian Wanjin moved the bamboo chair to the yard and lay on it to enjoy the coolness of the morning.

Before the sun comes out, you can enjoy it for half an hour.

"This is life." With his eyes closed and his hands habitually pinching the soft flesh on his belly, Qian Wanjin sighed.

Only those who live a comfortable life will become fatter and fatter. That's why he is fatter.

"Grandma, what do you have for breakfast this morning?" Raising his voice, Qian Wanjin asked the old woman who was busy in the stove.

"The weather is too hot. Eat light food in the morning instead of pancakes and fried spring rolls. If you eat too much of those things, you will easily get angry. Let's keep it simple today. Drink porridge and get pickles." The old woman also answered loudly.

"Add two salted eggs, grandma."

"Okay, the salted eggs are pickled at home. It's delicious. You won't drop anything delicious with your mouth."

"How can I, who runs a restaurant, not know how to eat? Especially your craft, I can't help it."

Coaxed the old woman behind the stove to smile.

Mr. Liu was lighting a fire in front of the stove, and listening to the conversation between the old and the young, he laughed and cursed, "This kid, eating so much has nourished his tongue, and his tongue is smooth."

Mr. Qian was washing at the door of the kitchen. He nodded his head after hearing this, and strongly agreed, "This brat, except for his mouth, is basically useless."

He is not lying about this sentence.

People in the compound got up one after another, took their cups, cloth towels, fetched water, squatted in a row under the eaves of the kitchen corridor, brushed their teeth and washed their faces, and joined the camp of killing a certain gold.

It's like a group of monsters attacking monsters, counting the crimes of a certain gold, and finally even growing too tender and too white has become a crime.

On the other hand, Qian Wanjin, lying on a bamboo chair not far away, let the crowd attack him, majestic and motionless.

He, Young Master Qian, hadn't seen any troubles? Being bullied by the crowd is something that has been experienced since childhood, and the copper skin and iron bones have been practiced long ago, so you are afraid of such a little bit of saliva?

Liu Yusheng followed Feng Qingbai late, and what he saw was a certain golden tongue fighting against a group of scholars.

Of course, it is impossible for the scene to be as sharp and subtle as the verbal swords in the court.

Having been in Xinghua Village for more than ten years, Qian Wanjin has completely learned the essence of the quarrels among the countrymen. To describe it in one word, vulgar.

The political situation of the court has come to an end here, and it is time to return to Xinghua Village. After that, the plot will be a steady stream of rural life, hahaha.

There is still one chapter, I should have written two chapters, I read the novel quietly, and I was fascinated by it... I am guilty, cough. It's the end of the month, and everyone smashed their votes, and waved a small whip to encourage a certain orange to rise up and pay off the debt.