Zhurou

Chapter 185
When Zhao Mingzhi heard his voice, he felt it was somewhat familiar.

This person was silent for a while, but he honestly answered his name and origin. He claimed that his surname was Wei, and he was called Wei Fangqun, which was actually from Guozixue.

He had deliberately lowered his voice, but when Zhao Mingzhi came here in person, everyone around him was quiet, not to mention that no one made a sound, and even when he was panting, he deliberately shrunk his nostrils to be three points smaller than usual, making it easy for people to speak Wei Fangqun's words Get it all in your ears.

Hearing Guozixue's three characters, everyone was amazed immediately, sighed and sighed one after another, and turned their heads to look at it.

No wonder they were surprised. At this time, most of the soldiers who joined the army were forced to help, or had to be recruited into the army because of their age, or had no other way out, so they could only make a living by this. Even if you know a few big characters, or can use some knives and sticks, you will not start from the lowest level of soldiers.

Soldiers in the army can't tell the grades of Guozixue, such as foreign homes and inner homes, and it is also difficult to tell from Wei Fangqun's background and family background that this person was born in an official. However, everyone who knows the word "Guozixue" knows this. People must have read poetry and books, and they can't get in unless they are carefully selected. Maybe in the future there will be a chance to stand on the palace with a wat board in their hands.

With such a background, how could they stand here like them and go to the east to camp?

Everyone was surprised, but they didn't dare to say anything.

Zhao Mingzhi had already heard the words and raised his head, only to see that although the person opposite him had changed into an ordinary military uniform, and did not wear the previous jade crown on his head, the only one was hastily wrapped in a soft towel, but the facial features were exactly what he had just seen in the small courtyard in the south of the city. I've seen it before, and it's also a person I met by chance in a certain restaurant before.

She was slightly surprised, subconsciously turned her head to scan, and sure enough, she saw another person not far away.

This person is dressed in the same way, in general attire, even the color on his face is exactly the same as that of Wei Fangqun.

It's just that the person met Zhao Mingzhi's gaze, and I don't know if it was suddenly emboldened. Although he didn't dare to move forward from his seat, let alone retreat, he bowed on the spot, and then called out in a low voice: "Your Highness."

Zhao Mingzhi had a deep impression on this person, and immediately remembered the other person's name—the surname was Wei, he should be called Wei Liaofu, and he had met him in the small courtyard in the south of the city a few days ago.

Wei Liaofu first reported his name and background, and said: "I joined the army with Fang Qun, and I only want to contribute to drive out the bandits..."

Although Zhao Mingzhi didn't know the reason, at this moment, he didn't say much, just pretended that nothing happened, and turned his head to signal to the people around him.

There have been attendants distributing wine cups.

She lifted the wine jar to one side, poured wine to the soldiers in front of her one by one, comforted them one by one, and finally walked in front of Wei Fangqun and Wei Liaofu. In the lead, the man should fight the enemy himself, guard the frontier and defend the land..."

Words and sentences, decisive and clear.

None of the people around dared to breathe out, and those who got the wine raised the wine cups in their hands following Zhao Mingzhi's words, and those who didn't get the wine cups just put their hands together, and someone came hugging the altar, and put The wine was poured into the hands of all the people.

For a while, everyone had wine in their hands.

Zhao Mingzhi stood with his neck up, holding the wine cup together.

Although she doesn't know how to exert strength in her dantian, it's really hard for her voice to be heard far away, but she tried her best to say clearly: "I am weak and short of breath, not as strong and brave as you all, let alone use knives and guns with you. Going to battle to kill the enemy, I always feel sad in my heart, but today I can see the appearance of the army and the discipline of the army, and see the appearance of the ranks again, I feel ashamed and proud at the same time."

"I am guarding the capital, so it is difficult for me to go forward with you, but I will not retreat at all. If the bandits from the north want to kill them, it is up to the princes to fight in blood, so that the bandits know that there is China in the north!"

"If I can send my master to the north in the future, I will personally wash the sand and pour wine for you..."

After finishing speaking, she first raised the wine in her hand above her head, poured it on the spot, took another bowl, held it up against the crowd, and drank it again.

After Zhao Mingzhi finished speaking, no one responded, but someone drank the wine in the cup and in the hand one after another.

For a moment, there was the sound of swallowing and drinking in the arena, and only then were the shouts from the mountains near and far.

Wei Fangqun stood where he was, holding a cup in his hand, and drank it all together.

The wine entered his throat, but it was actually like clear water, mixed with the distiller's grains which were too light to distinguish, but it made his tongue bitter from the tip to the root of his tongue.

After the liquid was swallowed into the throat, it seemed to ooze out a spicy taste, which made his whole body go numb. The numbness went straight from the heart, and as for the limbs and bones, it even gushed out from the seven orifices, especially the eyes were hot and tingly. It's hot, and I can't tell the taste in my heart.

But Zhao Mingzhi finished his drink, this time he didn't smash the wine cup, but took a few steps forward, leaned over to the ground, and gently placed the wine cup in his hand on the ground.

That location was right in front of Wei Fangqun, not far from Wei Liaofu.

She raised her head for a while, raised her eyebrows and eyes slightly, and said: "I will encourage you all."

After speaking, he took a step back and bowed again.

Zhao Mingzhi was originally born in the royal family, and since elementary school, she has a noble air all over her body, but that noble air matches her original temperament, and there is nothing superior, only closeness.

She dresses up carefully today, her actions are not deliberate, but her every move is in line with the etiquette, raising her legs, raising her shoulders, bowing her body, raising her arms, all movements are so smooth and graceful, especially with such a face Eyebrows, bright nose, red lips, cheeks, chin, all the facial features are unparalleled in beauty, and the figure is even more slender, which is difficult to describe in words. As for the skin, it is almost transparent under the candlelight, as if it has grown up by itself. A light source.

Obviously, the flesh, muscles, bones, and temperament complement each other, which is heart-wrenchingly beautiful, but when she speaks, everyone is focused on the content, and they don't care about the color.

Even Wei Fangqun on the opposite side tried his best to find out Zhao Mingzhi's origin, and he had extravagant thoughts, and even entangled Wei Liaofu, as long as he borrowed manpower from other clans, but he had already forgotten his previous intentions at this time.

Not only that, he has already forgotten his identity, forgotten all the calculations to escape yesterday and today, forgotten the clan in the south, and forgotten the hatred he once had. He only felt a hot stream from the bottom of his heart, which made people feel hot, and his whole body was indescribably weak.

——He is also from Jin, and one of his spine is still there.

Seeing Zhao Mingzhi walking forward, Wei Fangqun stood in place for a moment, only watching her back, at this moment he still had that stunning face in his heart, but even more unspeakable emotions surged in his chest.

He bowed forward and picked up the empty lamp on the ground with both hands.

It is obviously made of rough pottery, not worth a few pennies, and there are large and small grains of sand on the surface that have not been smoothed. It is extremely light without glaze, but when he holds it in his hand, it feels as heavy as a mountain, and it is difficult to lift it. .

He opened his mouth with difficulty, and yelled together amidst the shouts of countless people, the yell was hard to distinguish, only shame, and a cavity gradually ignited with blood.

(End of this chapter)