MTL - Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin-Chapter 198 Domineering Gentleman (17)

A few days later, Dingyuan City emerged before them.

The red brick cities are bathed in sandstorms in spring, showing a gray texture.

When I saw the Feiyun flag near the city, I stopped for a moment to stop the horse, slammed the car, drew the horse through the wind, and the white horse passed the squealing south wind, galloping forward, and gathered the reins by the moat suspension bridge.

The horse's head lifted its feet hoarsely, hissing, and a blast of warm air flowing with the smell of sand was spewing out.

Yan Yuanheng frowned and looked back at Li Yanshu.

"That's the banner of the general." Li Shushu explained for Shi Tingyun. "The general has come to Dingyuan to inspect."

Suddenly Yun Yun glanced inside the city gate, faintly saw a familiar figure, flew off the horse, quickly ran across the suspension bridge that had been lowered, and the newly replaced red brocade cape was crackled by the sand.

At the other end of the suspension bridge, I was shocked when standing for a long time.

Shi Jinghong smiled and said, "I think you will be here today, so ..."

Before he finished speaking, his son, who was faintly above him, rushed into his arms and interrupted him.

"... so often?"

The man in his arms buried the entire face in his arms, and embraced him like a pair of arms with iron tongs, shaking with force.

After a moment of horror, Shi Jinghong issued a statement and ordered: "All turn around."

Several adjutants and gatekeepers on the side ordered to follow, holding swords and shields, and turned around.

Shi Jinghong looked down and asked, "What's wrong?"

The man in his arms didn't say a word, but held it tighter.

Shi Jinghong took off the boy in Huaizhong's helmet and trimmed his long hair torn by the sand.

He thought the child was sad for betrayal for his best friend.

Shi Jinghong didn't blame him more.

In the years that were not confused, a strange tenderness settled on him: "Stupid boy. I was told a joke. Go and meet the thirteenth prince with Dad. What do you want to say? At night, Dad can listen to you and say OK May you cry for a while, will you? "

Shi Dingyun stood up with all her strength, and a red halo from the sand appeared around her eyes: "Okay, father."

This is the third time that Chi Xiaochi felt the mood of stopping the cloud when he was the original owner.

But no matter what, it's out of control.

Under the layered gray tide, disturbing spikes and dark vortexes are hidden.

Strangely, this sentiment converged well when he faced Chu Ziling, as if he had forgotten that bad memory, or hid it under a deeper, darker wave.

The thirteenth prince's visit bears the name of the king's inspection. He could have set foot in the royal family. Fortunately, Yan Yuanheng himself has a low-key temperament. Apart from the necessary etiquette, he rarely talks about extravagance. When he called it privately, he was shocked. Uncle, after entering the city, he also said that he wanted to visit the injured General Wen Feiru, and sent some things of sympathy to express his heart.

The father and son shared the same opinion on this matter, saying that Wen Feiru was seriously injured and needed to be quietly raised.

The rhetoric was consistent, so Yan Yuanheng neither doubted nor insisted on it. He only entrusted people to send gifts, and several people set up camp in the city.

The son brought a lot of items during his trip. It seems that he intends to stay here. Chu Ziling put some large items that are not easy to carry in the house, and small items in several rattan boxes, which are clean and easy to take away.

When he closed one of the rattan boxes, he was a little out of control. After a muffled sound, he returned to his senses and pressed one-handed on the rattan box. He listened to the movement from the outside, hoping that the person did not hear.

However, he still could not hide.

Yu Fengmian's tone was like commanding a most normal little tadpole: "Things need to be handled lightly."

He gritted his teeth and responded, "Yes."

After that, Chu Ziling knelt down on the rug and slowly spit out the stale air in his chest.

If in the past, Zhu Ziling would not be so irritable when faced with dictated orders.

However, not long ago, he shot down with confidence. Who knows whether Shi Jinghong was suspicious or did he find his hands and feet moving on the fire?

Is this a self-invited event when you come here?

Just in case, he thought about killing the pigeon that sent him a letter to the southern Xinjiang quietly, so as to wipe out the evidence, but each pigeon was carefully cultivated by the General's Mansion. One of them died inexplicably, and the son must be traced. Maybe he should also be punished for a crime of poor management. Moreover, when Lord Aisha released the pigeons for the first time, he was unable to hide his whereabouts and was hit by the night patrol team.

The dead pigeon is noticeable.

For this reason, he turned to sleep for several nights, and with the daily marches, the wind and dust became heavier. Within a few days, he lost weight.

Shi Dingyun looked in his eyes, thinking that he was tired and weak, and he was not suitable to wait beside him, so he asked him to accompany the master teacher, and put things away by the way.

A young master, how do you know how much labor is behind the words "collapse and place"?

Chu Ziling held his knees and sank, only to calm down.

Don't worry, don't panic, it's not time yet.

He had already written and explained to Aisha sincerely. When he took it, it was not overnight. He said that they would no longer be able to send letters in Dingyuan City. The watchtower is located on the corner of the eight gates of the city gate, changing the guard day and night, to prevent the city from sending out information.

Fortunately, he has some status in the army. As long as he tells his son and asks him to join the inspection team, he has a way to contact the southern Xinjiang stationed in the city and find a way to pass the information out of the city.

The son spoiled him so much that he would agree.

One day, he will turn around and be good to his son.

Thinking of this, Chu Ziling was in a better mood, leaning over and sorting out the messy boxes.

But his throbbing heart, the cooler it got.

Those boxes of books were all sleeping in the wind.

On the way, he took out a book to read, but he read fast and fast. Now the order is completely out of order. Then Yu Fengmian was picky and gave him a catalogue for him to organize in order.

For these books alone, Chu Ziling spent a lot of energy to clean up, and after a sweat, he barely sorted out a look.

He wiped his sweat and looked up out of the window at dusk.

These chores should not have been done by him.

Where did Li Yanshu go?

Shi Jinghong and Shi Zhanyun settled Yan Yuanheng before they had a chance to tell the story of their father and son.

In terms of looks, Shi Jinghong looks like a full-fledged scholar. He is different from Shi Dingyun's brilliance. His skin is natural and white, like a brilliant explorer, and the sand at the border only leaves a trace in his eyes. When he added his gown, the only thing he could see as his warrior was a pair of amazingly strong and sturdy hands and a rough cocoon between his fingers.

Shi Dianyun seems to be back to normal, pick up the snack on the small table and bite.

Shi Jinghong looked at him, in a tone that was hard to hide: "Covenant before the city, isn't it?"

Shi Dingyun had snacks and said vaguely, "Why cry with a marzipan?"

Seeing his son take out a handkerchief as a child, he ate while eating, and Jinghong reluctantly smiled: "The father of the thirteenth prince has already sent away, these are yours."

He knows that his son is good with the thirteenth prince, and the thirteenth prince loves this kind of sweet fruit. He brings some desserts to look back at the city. .

This was before the age of twelve or three.

Until that Chu Ziling entered the house, Shi Dingyun was embarrassed, holding him up in everything, and even having fewer friendships with the thirteenth prince.

Shi Jinghong wanted to ask something, thought for a while, but didn't ask the question.

Let the children have fun first.

At this moment, Li Yanshu came in, holding the freshly brewed apocynum tea, and poured it out for the two of them.

The clear tea flowed slowly down the wall of the cup.

He thought that the father and son were talking about business, so whether it was marching or pouring tea, he didn't make any extra sounds.

Shi Jinghong looked at him intentionally, and suddenly called out, "Li Shushu?"

Li Shushu had not heard his name from the general for a long time, and looked up blankly: "General?"

"Drawing, literacy, I remember you all."

Before waiting for him to answer, Shi Jinghong lost an old map of grain stations to him: "The distribution of grain stations has changed greatly in the last three months, and the old map will be discarded. Hold this map and go to the East Hall to find Sun Liangguan , He will inform you of the location of the new grain station. Compare this map with a new map of the distribution of grain stations, and you will write. "

He looked as if he didn't take this as a big deal: "Several of my vice-presidents are busy with important matters, and I can't find a more suitable person for a while, just you."

Infected by the relaxed expression of the general, the fear that had just surfaced in Li Zhishu's heart spread a lot. He answered with a picture, and retreated respectfully.

Shi Dianyun chewed snacks and said with open arms: "Dad, you have to lift Ashu."

Shi Jinghong asked, "Don't you always want to be promoted when you ask him to serve here? I just follow the trend."

Shizhang Yun arched hand, "General Shih is wise."

"I can get a praise from Su Chang. It can be seen that his father's move has really followed Su Chang's intentions." Shi Jinghong pressed a sword on his waist, "It's time for another Shu to finish cooking."

Shi Dianyun looked at him with a little doubt.

Shi Jinghong smiled and stood up against his head.

"I know that my child is pure and innocent, and ca n’t bear to kill his friends for many years. My father does not blame you. This innocence is cherished by my father. I only hope that you can live with this heart in your life and never change. Bring him here, and your father will execute the sentence on your behalf. The Northern Army can tolerate poor children, foreigners, and slaves, but it's hard to tolerate rebellion. "

Shi Jinghong stood up, still in the form of a literati, and did not even diminish his manners: "Sit down a bit, and kill him for my father."

His hand was stopped and held down.

Shi Jinghong looked at him, and when several eyes were staggered, each of them understood their own ideas.

Shi Dingyun retracted her syrupy hands.

Shi Jinghong sat back in place, handed a handkerchief, soaked with tea, motioned him to wipe his hands.

Shi Dingyun said, "I have a reason not to kill Chu Ziling for the time being, and I want to tell my father."

Shi Jinghong said gently: "You said, my father was listening."

For the first time, the father and son sent letters to each other. Between them, it was confirmed that there was rebellion in the general's house.

But Shi Zingyun's first letter was unknown, and Shi Jinghong didn't know who was behind the scene.

When writing the letter for the second time, Shi Dingyun wrote the defensive technique and strategy to deal with the Dingyuan encirclement, and also used Zhusha to draw out which part was Chu Ziling's suggestion.

Shi Dingyun didn't mention Li Shushu in the letter, and he used the cinnabar pen to mark the three characters of Chu Ziling. When he received the letter, Shi Jinghong knew who the traitor was, and he knew it, but he didn't mention it when he wrote back. Only talked about Dingyuan's great success.

When he opened the letter again, the letter to Aisha in southern Xinjiang was the best evidence sent to him to prove that Zhu Ziling was a foreign country.

He didn't even have to do it himself, just throw the letter out, and that Chu Ziling would be chopped to death with no axe.

Therefore, Shi Jinghong took the lead and wanted to see Aier and leave him a whole body.

He knows the disposition of his child, and now he is stopped by the cloud, not by any means to follow his own personal feelings.

So he waited quietly for an answer.

Suddenly the cloud did not disappoint him.

He paused and said, "Chu Ziling remains useful. Great use."

The father and son closed the house and talked for a long time, and it was not until the night shrouded that the hall door was reopened.

When I opened the door again, I was shocked by the warmth of my face, and I did n’t mention the killing of the sword without mentioning it: "I ordered the kitchen to make a red-billed goose. Your favorite is pheasant dumplings. Take a break when you are full , Get up early tomorrow and accompany the 13th prince to review the soldiers of Dingyuan. "

Shi Dingyun seemed to have let go of his mind, and finally recovered a little livelyness: "I'll go to Yuanyuan!"

Shi Jinghong's face changed: "How to teach you as a father is called the thirteenth prince."

"Yes, thirteen princes, thirteen princes."

Shi Jinghong stopped seeing the clouds and sighed helplessly.

It's okay everywhere, it's not big or small, it's really disturbing.

Fortunately, after experiencing this incident, this child still has the ability to believe, which is most gratifying.

Shi Jinghong went to the kitchen, took a food container, walked to the inner courtyard, pushed open a western hall door, and walked in.

Inside the hall is Wen Feiru, who is rumored to be "recuperating."

Seeing the face of the visitor, Wen Feiru who was about to hide behind the screen immediately appeared, complaining, "General, the generals are about to be strangled to death."

"Be quiet and restless." Shi Jinghong smiled. "Wine and meat are prepared for you."

Wen Fei Ru Yile: "Look at what the end will be .... Well, pheasant dumplings. Here comes the little boy."

When referring to Shi Dingyun, Shi Jinghong's face softened: "Yes, I arrived today."

Wen Feiru took two chopsticks and threw them into the mouth: "This is it. In the past, this pheasant dumpling Jingui was expensive. Which round was the last one to take a bite. This is the blessing of the major general. Please meet Major General, thank you very much. "

Shi Jinghong said in a gentle way: "I don't have to say so. Today is for the thirteenth prince to catch the wind ..."

Wen Feiru chewed the dumplings: "General, and now there are no outsiders, what do you tell me about this. Who in the army doesn't know you favor General Major?"

After Shi Jinghong smirked, he slightly frowned, and raised the matter: "What's the message over southern Xinjiang?"

"It really does."

Since Wen Feiru was scammed, listening to the sound of the killing outside, it was so busy, but he could n’t participate in his own hands. He was too busy to scratch his liver. When Jinghong asked him to hide, the supervisors gathered from all over Message.

"An official died on the southern side of Xinjiang, I heard it was a violent death." Wen Feiru said, "In addition, the Pasha Department seemed to have some changes. The old boy of Pasana ran back to the main city of South Xinjiang .... He said that the official who died was his brother-in-law and he was not a close relative. He ran back and went to the funeral. I heard that Timur was very dissatisfied. "

When Jing Hong heard the news, he was slightly shocked.

The kidnapping strategy was really done by this kid?

Su Chang has always been going straight, when did he have such an intention to make plans?

However, this hand is really beautiful.

Shi Jinghong thought that his son had grown up in a place he didn't know.

He thought for a while and asked, "... do I really have such a favor?"

Wen Feiru took a sip of wine and nodded.

Shi Jinghong laughed and looked out of the window Haoyue, thinking of his dead wife.

For her, let's be a little pampered at home and don't worry about it.