Chapter 321

Zhao Changyuan put away his smile and replied coldly, "it doesn't matter whether others believe it or not, and I don't want to defeat you. But I have to remind you. Now, there are my people everywhere in your so-called military points. They fought with me for many years, and each of them was smart and wise. No matter what your purpose is, my old subordinates are bound to give you a big gift for me when you get into trouble“

In a military base outside Cangzhou, Zhao Liang sent congratulatory messages to his relatives and friends.

At a military base near the East China Sea, Ge Xiaoqing sent blessings to relatives and friends.

In the military fortress near hulaoguan, the former coach Hu of Zhao Jiajun said hello to the people of the motherland.

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"So it is." After hearing Zhao Changyuan's memories, Gong Yueyue understood why pan Zhuqing, the world's first black man, would honestly listen to Zhao Changyuan's arrangement.

"Lady. I know you hate pan Zhuqing. But you don't know, if it weren't for the evil young man, how could I have a chance to reunite with you now? " Zhao Changyuan learned that Ang Yue died at the hands of evil young people more than a year ago. Of course, he knows why the evil young man did this, and of course, he knows how much shadow the evil young man has borne in his heart. This is also the biggest factor for him to finally decide to give up the idea of suicide, live strong and protect his parents and children.

One day and one night passed, and people came and went in the Penglai Inn by the West Lake. At the table by the window sat a dignified middle-aged man, a charming wife, two beautiful young men and women, and three children carved with powder and jade. Like the guests at other tables, they drank tea, ate snacks and chatted without a word.

"These two children are crazy when they go out. They float in the lake. Aren't they hungry?"

The lady looked at the lake outside the window and couldn't help complaining. The two crazy children in her mouth are none other than Zhao Changyuan and Gong Yueyue. Her own identity is Zhao Changyuan's mother, Liu.

Sitting beside her, Zhao Xiong was calm: "children and grandchildren have their own blessings. You worry all day and be careful to grow old“

Tian Hai immediately answered, "the master will be distressed“

Xiaomei: "Puff ~" laughed.

But the couple immediately realized that they were in trouble. It's just joking with young masters and young grandma on weekdays. How dare you break ground on Taisui's head and flirt with masters and ladies?

For a time, the two people were so frightened that they looked at each other and hurriedly accompanied the masters: "Sir and madam, we are wrong. We won't talk nonsense next time."

"Master, let's go around my husband."

Liu's face was red and silent. After a few seconds of expressionless silence, Zhao Xiong suddenly turned his face and said to Liu, "yes, it will hurt for his husband."

For a moment, the whole table was shrouded in big pink bubbles.

Before long, the waiter in the inn gossip to a table of guests: "Hey, you know, since yesterday, a boat has stopped in the center of the lake. I haven't moved much all day. I haven't seen anyone come out. Occasionally, the ship was seen swinging like a hurricane. Well, just half an hour ago, do you know what happened? "

"What's the matter?"

"The inner boat turned over."

People gossip about this strange news. Some say it's a ghost ship, others say it's a water ghost. No one noticed that two wet men and women, blushing, slipped into the inn from the door.

When I thought God didn't know the ghost, a clear child voice sounded by the window: "senior brother!"

Then there was the cry of two dolls: "Dad! Dad! Here we are! "“ Dad, come on! "

Zhao Changyuan and Gong Yueyue had to go to the window together, to three innocent and lovely dolls and four adults who seemed to smile.

"Dad, mom."

"Mom and dad."

"It's really hard for you." Liu looked at their virtues, angry and funny.

Zhao Xiong's cold humor makes people smack: "isn't it, hungry and cold. Go up and change your clothes and come down to eat. "

In this way, Zhao Changyuan finally lived the carefree, shameless and shameless life he dreamed of. Instead of using his real name, he changed his name to Gong Yi. Gong Yueyue opened a "ziyue inn" by using the house beside the Luohe River, and quickly opened semicolons everywhere in Hangzhou, Suzhou, Cangzhou and other places by means of fast chain. Although the Zhao family was demoted as common people, they lived a very comfortable and happy life in the later troubled times.

In a late night palace, the emperor once again fell into a nightmare repeated dozens of times. In the dream, Zhao Changyuan was covered with blood and asked him sadly, "why kill me? You know I'm innocent! "

The emperor replied in horror: "I don't want to... I let someone forge blood books to frame you. I'm also very sad... But you're too strong. I'm worried... I'm always betrayed by the people I trust most... I'm also very painful and afraid... I beg you, stop harassing me and let me go“

The next day, pan Zhuqing practiced calligraphy in the pavilion. Suddenly, he raised his head and asked the people kneeling under the pavilion, "can you listen carefully?"

The man's voice was a spy, not like the man's voice developed by Zhao: "not a word“

"I see." Pan Zhuqing threw down his pen, responded faintly, and walked down the pavilion. On the stone table in the pavilion, the rice paper was blown up by the wind, and a big word was curled and deformed, vaguely like a - "cloud".

"Who?"

Gong Yueyue did not answer directly, but said faintly: "when the time is ripe, I will tell you."

"OK." Nan xuanjing nodded, stood up and bowed deeply to Gong Yueyue: "thank you, girl."

When nanxuanjing left, Gong Yueyue's heart became more and more stable. She didn't expect that the problem that had been depressed in her heart for a long time could be solved so easily.

On the day Zhao Changyuan came back, Gong Yueyue was wandering by the Shenyan lake, picking up several bright red sunflower orchids, flexibly weaving them into butterflies, and then spread her hands and let them fly in all directions against the wind.

Occasionally looking back, she saw Zhao Changyuan. He stood there and stared at her like a dream.

Gong Yue looked at him and smiled.

"Yue Yue!" He finally flew over and hugged her in his arms. The strength of his arms made her unable to breathe.

Gong Yueyue buried his head deep in his arms, listened to his excited heartbeat and sincerely sighed: "it's good."

"What are you talking about?" The man raised her head and his eyes were full of joy: "what are you talking about?"

"It's nice to see you back alive."

"Joan," he suddenly bowed his head and kissed her lips in a very burning tone: "shall we get married immediately?"

"Get married?" Gong Yueyue's eyes flashed a glimmer of light, and then thought of a person - if he could take advantage of now——

"I can marry you, but before that, can you help me achieve a wish?"

"What wish?"

"Do you remember the female slaves who were humiliated in the camp?"

"Yes."

"I think, please think of a way to send them back to the Southern Dynasty."

"This -" Zhao Changyuan pondered.

"What?" Gong Yueyue looked up and looked at him deeply: "is it very difficult?"

"That's not true." Zhao Changyuan shook his head: "but now the Southern Dynasty is in chaos. There are often bandits, mountain bandits and wandering bandits on the way. Do you think those weak Southern Dynasty women can return to their hometown smoothly?"

Gong Yue lowered his head.

I have to admit that what Zhao Changyuan said is indeed true.

"It's not that I don't want to help them, but if they stay here, they may still have hope of survival. If they leave the camp of the Black Yi army, I'm afraid they can't go a mile. They will either be captured by the Black Yi army, die of chaos, or starve to death. Do you want to see that end?"

"Yes, I think it's too simple." Gong Yueyue sighed slightly: "the fate of women in the world is floating like duckweed."

Zhao Changyuan was stunned and didn't answer her immediately, but he obviously didn't agree.

"We'll talk about it later. Now let's go back to the camp first."

Looking up, Gong Yueyue took a deep look at him. He was surprised that the man in front was covered with wind and frost, and the blood stains on the sleeve of his left arm were warm.

"Are you hurt?" Gong Yueyue was surprised and raised his hand to touch his sleeve.

"Nothing." He stepped back.

"Let me see!" Gong Yueyue didn't allow him to dodge. He grabbed his sleeve and carried him away, but he saw a deep blood hole lying there.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not at all." He shook his head.

"Still stubborn with me!" Gong Yueyue glanced at him obliquely, took his hand and hurried towards the tent.

"Your Highness." Just after entering the tent, two soldiers greeted him.

"Go to the doctor quickly. Your highness is hurt."

"Oh." The performance of the private soldier was much calmer than me. He just took a look at Zhao Changyuan. After getting his permission, he turned around and left. Soon he led a man in a long shirt in.

"Yes, your highness." The man looked humble. He first saluted Zhao Changyuan, and then went to Zhao Changyuan: "Your Highness, please pull up your sleeves and put your arms on the table for small diagnosis and treatment."

According to Zhao Changyuan's words, the man stared at his wound for a long time and bowed again: "Your Highness, what you have suffered is only an external wound, which is not very serious. As long as you apply some herbs, you can recover in ten days."

"Then you take medicine."

The man took down the medicine box from his shoulder, put it on the table, took out a piece of cotton cloth soaked in medicine, gently wiped the blood stains on Zhao Changyuan's hand, took out a medicine bottle, pulled out the plug, and gently shook the medicine powder in Zhao Changyuan's injury.

After doing all this, he saluted again before carrying the medicine box and preparing to quit.

"Wait."

Gong Yueyue shouted and stopped him. The doctor was stunned first, and then stopped.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Changyuan gave her a strange look.

"Nothing." Gong Yueyue took a step forward, stained some powder on Zhao Changyuan's wrist, leaned close to his nose and sniffed carefully. Zhao Changyuan noticed the look on her face with good eyes: "what's wrong?"

"No." Gong Yueyue turned his head and looked at the doctor again: "go."

"Yes." There was no sign of confusion on the doctor's face and he walked outside the account.

"Yue Yue?"