Chapter 616

"What happened to the south of Xinjiang? Xu Chengjin can stand his temper, but this late general can't? And looking at the Queen's reaction, it must be a great event... " Zhong Zhiheng tapped his fingers for a few minutes, pondered for a while, and then looked at Dai Jingfeng suddenly. "What folds have Nanjiang camp sent to the capital recently?"

Dai Jingfeng thought for a moment, and then said, "report to the long live master. At the beginning of the month, the Nanjiang camp sent a good report. Half a month ago, the general of Zhennan arrived in Beijing, where he detailed how to deal with the six small tribes that surrendered this time. There will be no more others."

Zhong Zhiheng nodded his head. The question of heart should be in these two folds. Is there a good report or a false one? Or is Xu Chengjin's fold wrong?

He didn't understand for a moment, and he frowned unconsciously. At the same time, he looked at Dai Jingfeng: "you go to the south of Xinjiang in person. I think there is something strange here."

"Yes, I do." Dai Jingfeng was too busy to answer.

~……

Jiasheng, June 30, 2003

ningguta.

Nanshan bieyuan.

"There is a famous man named sun Zichu in the west of Guangdong. He has six fingers in his life. He is simple and honest, slow-witted and deceived by others. He always believes it. Sometimes when there is a singer at the table, he sees it from afar and turns away. People knew that he had such a disposition. They tricked him into coming and asked the singer to tease him. He was so ashamed that he was red faced and sweaty. People laughed at him for this and spread it all over the place. Since then, the grandson Chu has a nickname called sun Chi... "

Mr. shushuo's tongue was full of flowers on the stage. Little an's family was fascinated by Meiya. They even stopped eating fruit preserves.

Two days ago, storyteller finished painting skin. Today, she began to talk about Po again. Meiya never had the chance to hear storyteller's storytelling from such a close distance. She really enjoyed it. Xiao'an had never heard of it before in the capital, but the rules of the noble family were big. The books she could listen to were no more than those. Besides, she always followed a lot of maids and servants. She had to cover up if she wanted to laugh With his mouth open, he listened to the book so freely. It was the first time for Xiao an.

Zhong Mingwei played some chess with Kong Wenjie in the backyard. He couldn't stand Kong Wenjie's stinking chess. After he sent Kong Wenjie away, he leaned on the soft couch and read for a while. He couldn't read any more. After all, he still came to the front yard. He thought he said "painted skin" today. He came in to know that he had changed a new story. Listening to Mr. shushushuo's tone, he didn't look like anything Scary and bloody story, sitting next to Meiya.

"Can't you say that?" Meiya looks at him and sits down. Suddenly, her face is rare. She grabs a handful of melon seeds and puts them in Zhong Mingwei's hand. "Today, my husband said" a Bao ", which is better than" painted skin "

Then, without waiting for Zhong Mingwei to open her mouth, Meiya stares at the storyteller with her chin on her back. She listens very carefully. She doesn't blink for half a day, and her mouth is slightly long. How can she look stupid? But Zhong Mingwei just likes her silly appearance.

How could there be such a beautiful girl?

Why is he so blessed?

Zhong Mingwei looks at Meiya's side face, can't help but hook his lips and smile. He has no idea that at this moment, in other people's eyes, he is much more stupid than Meiya.

……

As soon as Zhong Mingwei came in, xiao'an was distracted. He glanced at him and Meiya from time to time. He was too afraid of him before, and Zhong Mingwei had a real sense of existence. Then xiao'an watched how Zhong Mingwei had been reduced from a man who didn't move to a silly son of the landlord's family. Xiao'an gradually changed from a shock Cheng Zuo smiled and then turned to listen to the storyteller.

"Chu, the grandson, had a relapse since he went home. He didn't eat or drink. He cried out the name of Bao in his sleep. He hated that his soul couldn't go to Bao's house as he did last time. At this time, he had a parrot in his house and died suddenly. The child was playing with the dead parrot by his bed. As sun Zichu looked at it, he lamented that if I could become a parrot, I would be able to fly to Po's room. He was so infatuated with thinking that he had become a parrot. He didn't stop for a moment, and immediately flew out of the window and flew straight to Po's room. "

Speaking of this, the storyteller suddenly threw his hands on the wood and said, "foresee the future, and listen to the next chapter."