Chapter 280: #Eighty-eight of the emperor who welcomed the general with a ten-mile red dress

It takes a bit of effort to get to the world of Shujue Duan and Jiming Ye.

They should at least ask permission to wear the book system to avoid diplomatic disputes.

The main god of the book-dressing system, 001, had squatted with Ying Lou and was considered a bit of a friend, so when they arrived, they kindly invited Ying Lou and Xiaochi Chi, plus 002, to play a few rounds of mahjong.

Xiaochi Chi gladly accepted: "Want to bet something?"

001 jumped on the bandwagon, "Yeah."

"I remember, you have some kind of electric shock collar here." Xiaochi Chi rested one hand on the table, tapping out regular syllables, "Whoever loses gets electrocuted by that thing, how about that?"

001 and 002 looked at each other, both understood what Xiaochi Chi was referring to, and their expressions were inevitably awkward.

Ying Lou didn't know Xiaochi Chi's mind, her heart was soft and hot, she took his hand under the table and gently tickled Xiaochi Chi's palm, signaling him not to make too much trouble with the other main gods.

Xiaochi Chi couldn't stand Ying Lou touching her like this, she looked at him and rested her foot on the back of his foot.

Without waiting for a positive apology for the incident, Xiaochi Chi's smiling eyes curled up: "Just kidding."

-- Since he intends to do a good job as the main god, to maintain good collegial relations, but he needs to let colleagues know that some things he will not easily forget, owed to him, the other side also have to remember.

If he forgets, he reminds him a few more times.

The table is set up, and after a few rounds of cards, Ying Lou has a solid win.

Ying Lou himself is a master of card counting, not to mention that there is a Xiaochi Chi next to him, who keeps feeding him cards.

Xiaochi Chi, who assisted Ying Lou in successfully posting 001 and 002 with a blank face, went to 002's office with a blank face and a happy mood to receive a pass.

002 that has always been the ancient well of the face, in the wind swaying white stripes against the reflection, also looks quite helpless.

He branded his communication card with an electronic herald: "Happy travels."

Xiaochi Chi took the communication card, held it between his fingers, and raised it at him, "It was a pleasure playing cards with you. See you next time."

002 touches his face: "......"

Honestly, he wasn't really looking forward to meeting this young human Lord God again.

Two unexpected visitors came to the hidden pearl temple at the bottom of the sea.

When Jiming Ye came out of the inner room, he and Shujue Duan were in front of each other and behind each other, which seemed to be deliberately wrong.

Despite his limp, he did not want Shujue Duan's help, and only hissed slightly when he sat on the cushion, resting on his waist, before sitting firmly.

...... seems to have come at a bad time.

Jiming Ye and Shujue Duan each have a seat, the former closer to Xiaochi Chi and the latter mainly responsible for entertaining Ying Lou.

When Jiming Ye first saw Xiaochi Chi, he was stunned and held a fan against his chin, and wondered, "Why would someone with such a stubborn temperament as you be born with such a good skin? God is really unfair."

Xiaochi Chi searched for a moment and thought he was complimenting himself, so he accepted it shamelessly.

The two of them have the same temperament, and there is no need for those false-headed etiquette.

Xiaochi Chi gossiped, "What is your temper with Shujue Duan?"

Jiming Ye grunted and lifted his tea cup, "Tell him to speak for himself."

Shujue Duan smiled helplessly and told the story.

It turns out that the real Yujing Wen returned to Mount Jingxu not long ago after finishing his travels.

The system's influence on those who cultivate immortality is ultimately limited and cannot fully erase and cover the imprint left by Winter Feihong as it did in the Winter Song world.

In the memories of Mount Jingxu Chiyunzi and others, Shujue Duan was still Yujing Wen's beloved disciple.

Yujing Wen was curious about the fact that he had a disciple for nothing, but he did not deny it immediately. He only indirectly inquired about Shujue Duan's identity and where he was going, and then used the Jingxu secret method to send a letter to Shujue Duan asking him to return to the mountain.

Shujue Duan went to the appointment and was ready to be expelled from Mount Jingxu.

Yujing Wen, however, did not say anything, and competed with him in a sword fight, and between 100 moves, it was difficult to tell the difference.

He carried his sword in one hand and gave Shujue Duan a comment, "Not bad."

Ying Lou also felt wonderful: "He recognized you as his disciple?"

Shujue Duan nodded, "Yes."

Not only did they admit it, but they also unexpectedly threw in the towel.

This is a good match, and Jiming Ye is not happy.

His family is a good fish, originally with him around to play in the mountains, so happy, now every now and then by the cheap master called to cut sword art, study sword recipes, free and happy, leaving him alone in the Tibetan beads in the temple plate beads, angry people also.

Yesterday, the fish came back easily and brought a valuable gift, Jiming Ye intended to chill him a bit, but he was so impatient that he rolled around on the couch, which was very uncomfortable. When he woke up, Jiming Ye was so angry that he rolled all over the bed, and before he could have a good discussion with Shujue Duan, he had two unexpected guests.

However, what happens in this room is not enough for outsiders.

Ying Lou and Xiaochi Chi looked at each other and planned to leave first today.

Around they have got the pass, they can come whenever they want in the future.

Guests departed, and only two people remained in the golden and jade luxury Hidden Pearl Hall.

Jiming Ye took a sip of tea, and didn't taste anything good because of his anger.

This tea is one of the gifts Shujue Duan brought back this time, is a newly picked fine tea leaves, inch by inch leaf inch gold, used to raise a black snake, is not a luxury.

Shujue Duan got up and knelt at the end in front of Jiming Ye: "Brother Ye."

Jiming Ye leaned on a soft pillow, secretly rubbing his waist, intending to let this fish know the downfall of leaving himself so many days in the cold for nothing.

Shujue Duan put his hand on his knee: "Look at me."

The sound hit a secret spot in Jiming Ye's heart.

Jiming Ye's eyes widened in disbelief.

When did this hypocrite learn to pamper himself?

Shujue Duan meekly admitted his mistake: "I owe Brother Ye an apology for last night, and now I'll make up for it all. First, I have already reported to my master, I will go down to the mountain to practice sword techniques and return it after three years, and then my master will test the results."

...... three years without having to return to the mountain?

Jiming Ye's ears perked up and his heart added a trifle of joy.

Unexpectedly, Shujue Duan decently continued, "Secondly, I should not have stayed away for a long time, making it so difficult for Brother Ye ......"

Jiming Ye slightly pale, earlobes red, busy spit at him: "yuck. Do you think I can't do without you? I'll go outside and get a bush of coral, it's better than you!"

Shujue Duan listened patiently to Jiming Ye's speech, hung his head and smiled, "Thirdly, it is my bad, I should practice more and refine my skills, so that Brother Ye can be satisfied soon."

Jiming Ye was so sweet that he smiled and grinned, "Why don't you carry me back when you know? Do you want me to walk back?"

Shujue Duan complied and tamely picked up his family's little black snake.

The snake's nature is quite unprecedented, and when he holds his arm, Jiming Ye is no longer.

The black snake's tail wrapped around Shujue Duan's waist, tightening and contracting in a circle, like some kind of urgent reminder.

Shujue Duan, however, did not bring him up to the bed of the Hidden Pearl Hall, but longitudinally transformed into a shark and placed him, who was full of shock, on top of a clump of coral that moved lightly with the waves, and while rubbing his cavity with his cavity, he laughed and said, "Brother Ye has a good eye, and the place he chose is really good."

"Well ......"

The tail is intertwined and the fine scales are lightly rubbed, causing water ripples on the bottom of the sea, which always attracts the imagination.

......

Three years after the new emperor's reign, the world was at peace and the borders were tranquil.

General Jinghong Shi was sitting in Nan Southern, and no bandits dared to invade, while General Tingyun Shi returned to Wang City with a form to present his duties before the year.

On the day Tingyun Shi returned to Wang City, the new emperor led his people out of the city for 10 miles to welcome him.

Tingyun Shi, clad in a date red cloak, saw the winding procession from afar.

For no other reason than the fact that everyone in the honor guard was dressed in red and the ground was covered with a red carpet winding to the invisible sky, just like a bridal procession, which made Tingyun Shi's eyes water.

He called out "Heave", spurred his horse through the lead soldiers and armor, came to a hundred meters before the honor guard, then turned over and dismounted, handed the reins to the accompanying Li Ye Shu.

The date red cloak accustomed to the blazing winds of the Sierra was rolled up with fine snow shrapnel, setting off his upright and heroic figure.

Yuanheng Yan, who has been waiting here for a long time, saw a familiar horse coming out of the army, the person holding the reins with one hand, braked at a distance of 100 meters, and the red shadow flashed between the horses' hooves, and the person he had wanted for a long time stood there alive.

One person looked at the scene that looked like ten miles of red makeup coming to meet him, but one person only looked at him.

Tingyun Shi came running with great strides and bowed down: "The last general sees the emperor!"

Yuanheng Yan took his hand in his, "How can your hand be so cold?"

The words fell on the ears of the onlookers, is the emperor loves the general, but it is difficult to distinguish, love and love what is different.

The fallen Tingyun Shi looks up with a quick blink of his right eye.

This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who's been in a position to be a part of a family.

The Yan family and the Shi family for several generations, the emperor, the general is the love since childhood, the late emperor and Jinghong Shi general is such a close, so the officials see in the eyes, also do not feel rare.

Only the two people holding hands know each other's share of the heart.

Yuanzhao Yan, who also came to greet us, smiled, and his fan hit his palm with a crisp "pop".

After sitting in the sedan chair, Tingyun Shi rubbed his hands together, "What a big show."

"Half a year ago, you got a big victory and thwarted the Turkic side, which you deserve."

During the conversation, Tingyun Shi was about to raise his hand, Yuanheng Yan had already raised his hand before him and brushed the fine snow off his shoulder.

When he raised his hand, Tingyun Shi also caught a glimpse of a red ribbon tied around his wrist under his heavy bright yellow winter coat, and his heart twitched slightly.

He laughed and said, "How did Your Majesty remember to welcome me with a ten-mile red carpet?" This is not like Yuanheng Yan's style.

The emperor lowered his eyebrows: "This is the sixth royal brother's idea."

Tingyun Shi The fruit material is good.

The emperor continued: "He knew you would come back, at this time of year also do not know where to get a lot of red flowers, sprinkled on the road, said you have not returned for three years, to be grand. Wang City in who does not know that he is good friends with you, he is such a big fanfare, is also normal."

Tingyun Shi wanted to laugh at such a tasteless tone.

--Yuanzhao Yan, the idle prince, could have made such a big deal, creating a 10-mile red carpet, while he, Yuanheng Yan, could make his ministers welcome him with red clothes and red plumes, but he himself could only tie a tiny red between the bright yellow, imagining he was coming to marry his wife.

Tingyun Shi approached him, "What if the emperor does not listen to Zhao Yuan's advice and comes to welcome him in this way?"

The emperor raised his head, cheeks slightly red, and looked directly into Tingyun Shi's eyes: " Yuanheng Yan will come alone."

This is, of course, a joke.

They are no longer teenage boys and cannot run to the ends of the earth on a single horse.

But Yuanheng Yan is incredibly serious.

He was always so overly serious, saying all his words as vows.

The emperor ten miles to welcome the general, everyone praised, today's saint when really love the time family, it seems that the brilliance of the time family, will co-exist with the dynasty, a thousand years long.

As for the secret rumors of the ruler and the minister circulating among the hookahs and tiles, the crowd just listened to the fun, and did not take it to heart.

That night, General Tingyun Shi stayed in the palace before returning to his residence, wanting to talk with the emperor about national affairs, and slept against his feet.

In the palace, Yuanheng Yan unloaded his armor for his time general.

Three years have not seen, he added an arrow wound on the shoulder, the small arm more than a knife scar, calf by the saber cross cut a knife.

Every time he took off a bit of clothing, Yuanheng Yan would ask him where the scar came from, which year, which month, which battle, and after asking him in detail, he would lean down and kiss his scabbed wound.

Tingyun Shi's body rolled hot, gritted his teeth to hold back, and laughed: "Folded the last general."

"This is what General Shi deserves." Yuanheng Yan wrapped his arms around his waist, and likewise held back to control the strength of his arms, lest his thoughts might hurt him, "'The day when the peace is waiting to return, I will untie my battle robes with Mr. "

Ying Lou and Xiaochi Chi, who had come to visit before the tumultuous tent, only poked their heads in and then both retreated.

Disturbing people's good deeds, God will strike.

Not to mention that this good thing may not come once a year.

The two have nothing to do, simply sit at the edge of the flying eaves of the watchtower at the head of the city, with the ridge of the beast as an armrest.

They have plenty of time, enough time for them to wait to see a sunrise over the Imperial City.