The mourning hall is so quiet that it can be heard.

Even a few children who were crying were infected by the atmosphere on the scene and stopped their voices. Everyone's eyes wandered back and forth between him and Luan Xin, without even making a sound. He was also upset that he was quick-talking, but the words he said were poured out of water, and it was hard to stop the water: "Are you wrong? Isn't Luan Gongyi just a lame man? If it weren't for the appreciation and promotion of Wen Yangong, what would he be?"

Even though Luan Xin's ancestors were once rich, it was passed down to Luan Xin's generation that the rich family had become a branch. Luan Xin still wanted to shine his ancestors? It was difficult for people with mediocre appearance to become officials. Typical examples are Zhang He, let alone Luan Xin's physical disability.

Disability on his feet is a taboo that he cannot mention.

Although Luan Xin's face was gloomy, he did not have a conflict with the man. His eyes looked at the other person silently without any emotion. After a while, Mo Sheng reminded the other person to pay attention to the situation when he was crazy: "You take it seriously, want to be arrogant in Wen Yangong's mourning hall?"

"I——" I can't be arrogant, but I have nowhere to relieve my anger. I happened to be Luan Xin hit the gun and had to say a few more words, "If I am considered arrogant, wouldn't it be annoying to appear in Wen Yangong's mourning hall?"

He also said: "No, it's not annoying, it's bad luck!"

After listening to the conversation between the two, the eldest lady realized that her husband relied most on the confidant at the critical moment - even if she knew that a scholar Wenxin could not control the outcome of the war, even if Luan Xin joined, Xiaocheng would probably just be lost later, but she still felt a knot in her heart. When Luan Xin was not as intimate as before, her tone became a little stiff: "All of you are the humerus of Wen Yan during his lifetime. Even if there are conflicts, you should stop fighting temporarily and let Wen Yan leave more at ease..." This sentence was said to Luan Xin.

Luan Xin is knowledgeable and tactful, and finds excuses to leave.

Seeing him limping away, the eighth-class man rushed to chase after Luan Xin, who was struggling to walk, but his rough hands did not dare to touch anyone, so he had to rub it nervously: "Sir, sir, please wait, it's cold, the road is slippery."

He was stupid and wanted to say something for the funeral hall, but he couldn't hold it in a long time. He couldn't hold it in his words. Luan Xin didn't know when he stopped and said to him: "After earning enough work hours and gaining freedom, do you have any plans?"

The strong man scratched his head blankly: "I don't have any plans for the time being, but I always have to make a living. Maybe I will find a lord in the future."

A brave warrior was born for the battlefield.

He has no other skills besides fighting.

Luan Xin asked him: "What do you think of the lord?"

The strong man almost didn't turn his mind. He was stunned for a moment and remembered that the "lord" in Luan Xin's mouth was no longer Qiu Cheng but Chen Tang. He shook his head decisively and waved his hand to refuse: "This won't work."

"Why not? You have a grudge against your lord?"

The strong man replied: "It's not because of some hatred."

He simply felt that his resignation to Chen Tang was like a young woman remarried to an enemy who killed her husband. Even if this "husband" was not that good, it was natural for a widow to remarry for a livelihood, but the enemy was an enemy, and he always felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Luan Xin: “…”

The strong man smiled: "I don't have much education, so I can make the teacher laugh. But, does the teacher really admire Chen Tang so much?"

Luan Xin did not answer, so he added on his own.

"It must be quite appreciated." He noticed Chen Tang and Luan Xin chatted with each other just now. Judging from the former's attitude, they did not mean to discriminate against Luan Xin's physical disability. Such lords are rare, and the strong man is also sincerely happy for Luan Xin.

Luan Xin avoided talking.

Just reminded him: "There are not many generals under the lord."

Sometimes timing is as important as strength.

If Chen Tang can stabilize Longwu County, Sibao County and Minfeng County in one fell swoop, Chen Tang is not weak among a group of scattered forces. The strength of the eighth-class public passengers is not low or very high. If he goes elsewhere, it is relatively difficult to stand out. Chen Tang has many vacancies and opportunities. Luan Xin suggested to him in a sincere tone: "You might as well consider it carefully before making a decision."

The strong man couldn't help but nodded: "Okay."

The two were separated, Luan Xin walked alone in the long alley.

After a few steps, he held the wall with a pale face, vomited a lot of blood, and then slowly straightened his waist. He spit out blood, and his face became a little better. He dragged his broken leg and limped home. He didn't want to disturb the sleeping kiss, so he sat in the corridor in a cloak. Soon, he heard footsteps behind him, and he knew that he was his wife without looking back.

He asked, "Have you disturbed?"

The wife sat down: "The Lord of the Man seems to have something to do?"

She was obviously doing well before going out, saying that she was keeping her soul for the old master and sending her for the last journey, but why did she feel lost when she came back and seemed to be in a state of confusion? Luan Xin did not answer, and his wife was not in a hurry. She knew very well that the person beside her pillow had a taciturn personality.

After a while, Luan Xin seemed to have reacted and said softly: "The lord's subordinates, the way of scholars is quite interesting."

The wife mistakenly thought that Luan Xin was inferior.

"No matter how powerful they are, my husband is not weaker than others!"

Luan Xin shook his head: "It's not this."

The next sentence scared my wife almost jumped up.

Luan Xin's eye feathers drooped, and he held his eyes down and burst into deep under his eyes, saying, "Sooner or later, she will die by one of the literati's ways!"

sooner or later!

"The colleagues of the Langzhu are so dangerous? Why do you still use them?" Even though he had been sleeping in the same bed for many years, he was shocked by the sinister expression of the person beside him. "Do you want to remind me?"

Luan Xin remained silent this time and never answered again.

The wife pulled him into the house and applied the lame leg with a warm cloth towel: "When will the Lord of the Lang go to the official office to pay the price?"

After five or six breaths, Luan Xin replied: "In another two days."

The wife sighed and muttered to him.

"Did the Lord use the method of a scholar again today?"

She didn't know what Luan Xin's way of scholars was. After all, she was just an ordinary person. She knew too many secrets that would become a breakthrough for Luan Xin's enemy, but she knew what the sequelae of scholars was Luan Xin. That was, her reaction was very slow. Those older men and mothers were considered quick-witted and agile compared to him.

Luan Xin: "It doesn't matter."

But his wife looked at him worriedly.

At the same time, Gu Chi went to the official office overnight to find Qi Shan and found Luan Xin's information. At the beginning of the night, Qi Shan didn't give him a good look. The two of them almost squatted together with their heads, borrowed an oil lamp, and looked at the contents left by Luan Xin's interview at a glance. Qi Shan teased: "Luan Gongyi? It's rare to have a lord who only harms himself and does not harm the lord."

Gu Chi said: "Don't you think he is very mysterious?"

Qi Shan asked, "Where is the mystery?"

Gu Chi: "It's a bit like Han Zhang."

"Like Hanzhang?"

"The disadvantage of Hanzhang's literati's way is money. The more money you spend, the stronger your strength will be. The disadvantage of his literati's way is that he reacts slowly after exercising. I think he is here in Hanhu. Slow? How long will it take? Is the time fixed? Is there a possibility that the stronger the ability of the literati's way to exert, the longer the time it takes? Where is the upper limit of slowness?"

Qi Shan yawned in a sleepy manner.

His injuries have not healed yet.

Before he finished yawning, he listened to Gu Chi's speculation: "If the time of slowness lasts for a lifetime, wouldn't the person die?"

In the words of the lord, isn’t this krypton life?

If the disadvantages involve fate, the way of scholars cannot be weak.

Qi Shan laughed: "If you don't have the physical constitution of a literary scholar, you may die if you don't eat or drink for seven days..."

Gu Chi rolled his eyes: "Do you know?"
Chapter completed!