Qi Shan rubbed his sore neck, and there were still a few volumes on the table that had not been processed. He missed Liao Jia who was on a business trip even more. If Liao Jia was still there, he would have finished his work long ago. When the clerk came in to deliver things, Qi Shan asked casually.

“When is today?”

The clerk talked about the days.

Qi Shan calculated the time by his fingers: "...Time flies fast, Shaomei is still one hundred years away. I don't know if she has seen her lord. No matter which one it is, come back..."

Alas, even Qin Li can do it! Qin Gongsu honestly handed over it, and he would not say anything even if he gave it to him any official documents.

Qishan likes to "bully" Qin Li with official duties the most.

At the same time, within Yanzhou, Xingyang Road.

A team of hundreds of people was rushing to the road. The young scholar led by the leader was wearing a red dress, which was a little redder than the golden crow that was about to fall westward in the sky. The man in red sat on his horse, with a gorgeous red plum on his head. The red plum swayed rhythmically as the young man's body swung slightly. He hummed an unknown southern tune and a soft Wu dialect.

Seeing the last ray of afterglow disappear, the air temperature dropped as the temperature of the red scribe suddenly tightened the reins with one hand and raised the other hand to signal the troops behind to stop.

His eyes fell at the end of the road, his slightly slutty smile on the corner of his lips was calm, replaced by the cold frost. He looked at the no-man's land: "You know what you see, get out by yourself!"

As the words fell, the air ahead twisted.

A figure quietly emerged.

This man was wearing a capable and vigorous outfit, holding a snow-white spear like a snow-like snow in his arms, which looked like a Ranger. However, his demeanor was calm and stable, not as rebellious as a Ranger. Although he had murderous aura, he did not have the appearance of a green forest, and he looked like a military background.

The scribe in red clasped his fists: "Who is your priest?"

The young golfer said concisely: "Catch someone."

He is not a bandit who blocks the road, so don't be wary.

The young man's eyes fell on the head of the red scholar, standing in the wind, and added: "Come to pick you up."

This errand itself has nothing to do with him.

But by chance, I heard a female Mo in the team. He happened to recruit soldiers and farm nearby and simply took them down. Because it was a secret operation, the other party could not cast a signature flag. However, the lord also said that the leader was easy to recognize.

[As long as you see the leader is a scholar, dressed in big red or big green, with flowers on his head, and smiling like a personal dealer, that is the goal, that is definitely right.]

When the young man received the news that hundreds of people came into the camera, he rushed over immediately. The moment he saw the scribe in red, he was silent - the lord is honest and not lie, and it is indeed very easy to recognize!

The scribe in red also remained silent for a while.

Only after getting the code right did I know my own people.

Turning over and dismounting: "Shame, I didn't recognize the young general."

I couldn't help but mumble in my heart.

Is his lord recruiting people based on his face now?

The young general in front of him is really outstanding!

"In Xia Yunce, his name is Yuanmou."

The scribe in red responded: "Liao Jia, Xiao Shao Mei."

He noticed that Yun Ce's gaze was absent-minded, and glanced behind him as if nothing had happened, and asked, "Is there any problem?"

Yun Ce came back to his senses and felt a little embarrassed.

"I heard that there was a female ink man on this trip?"

Before Liao Jia could answer, the curtain of a carriage behind was suddenly lifted up, and a head with messy hair and red sleeping marks poked out. While leaning out his head, he shouted: "Hey, I seem to hear Yun Yuanmou's voice?"

Liao Jia looked at Yun Ce in surprise.

Yun Ce smiled awkwardly: "It's an old friend."

After saying that, he sang again: "Jiuchi, here!"

The female ink master determined the source of her voice and said loudly: "I said that, I called me Zhoukou, Jijiu, Jijiu, do you want to raise a bird?"

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The Mohist school has taken over the technology and ruthless work of the world of literary and military courage.

The rules of this world have changed after the catastrophe, and the tech tree will climb in another way that is more context-sensitive.
Chapter completed!