Back Off, Let Me Come

The mourning hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Even the few crying children were affected by the atmosphere and stopped making noises. Everyone's eyes wandered back and forth between him and Luan Xin, without even making a sound. He was also annoyed that he was quick to speak, but what he said was like spilled water, which was difficult to recover: "Did I say something wrong? Isn't Luan Gongyi just a cripple? If he hadn't been appreciated and promoted by Wen Yangong, who would he be?"

Even though Luan Xin's ancestors were once wealthy, by Luan Xin's generation, the wealthy family had become a bamboo family. Luan Xin still wants to honor his ancestors? It is difficult for people with mediocre looks to become officials. Typical examples are Zhang He, not to mention Luan Xin, who has severe physical disabilities.

The disability on his feet was a taboo that he could not mention.

Although Luan Xin's face was gloomy, he did not conflict with the man. His eyes looked at him silently without a trace of emotion. After a while, Mo Sheng reminded the other party to pay attention to the occasion even if he goes crazy: "Are you serious, do you want to act recklessly in the mourning hall of Duke Wen Yang?"

"I -" Naturally, I can't be arrogant, but there is no way to relieve my anger. Luan Xin happens to be hit by the gun, and I have to say a few words, "If I am considered arrogant, why did you show up at Wen Yangong's mourning hall?" Isn’t it an eyesore?”

Then he said: "No, it's not an eyesore, it's bad luck!"

After listening to the conversation between the two, the eldest lady realized that her husband's most trusted confidant was timid at the critical moment - even though she knew that a literary scholar could not influence the outcome of the war, and even if Luan Xin joined, Xiaocheng would most likely be lost later. , but there is still a knot in my heart, and I am not as affectionate as before when I treat Luan Xin, and my tone is a bit stiff: "Everyone is the humerus of Wen Yan before he was alive. Even if there are disagreements, you should stop fighting for the time being and let Wen Yan go with peace of mind..." This sentence The words were spoken to Luan Xin.

Luan Xin knew what was going on and found an excuse to leave.

Seeing him limping away, the eighth-class officer rushed to catch up and wanted to help Luan Xin, who was struggling to walk, but his big rough hands did not dare to touch him, so he could only rub them nervously: "Mr. Sir, please slow down, it’s cold and the roads are slippery.”

Being clumsy and tongue-tied, he wanted to say something about the incident in the mourning hall, but he couldn't hold it in for a long time. He couldn't hold back his words. Luan Xin didn't know when to stop and had something to say to him: "When you earn enough working hours and become free, do you have any plans?"

The strong man scratched his head in confusion: "I have no plans at the moment, but I have to make a living, and maybe I will find a master in the future."

Brave warriors are born for the battlefield.

He has no skills other than fighting.

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

The strong man's mind barely turned around, and he was stunned before he remembered that the "lord" in Luan Xin's mouth was no longer Qiu Cheng but Shen Tang. Shaking his head decisively, he waved his hand to refuse: "This can't be done."

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

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

He simply felt that taking refuge in Shen Tang was like a young woman remarrying her husband's murderer. Even if this "husband" is not that good, it is natural for a widow to remarry to make a living, but the person she is marrying is her enemy, and she always feels uncomfortable in her heart.

Luan Xin: "..."

The strong man chuckled: "I don't have much culture, so I'll make you laugh. But, do you really appreciate Shen Tang that much?"

Luan Xin didn't answer, so he continued to supplement.

"I should be quite impressed." Just now in the mourning hall, he noticed that Shen Tang and Luan Xin were chatting quite happily. Judging from the former attitude, there is no intention to discriminate against Luan Xin's physical disability. Such a lord is rare, and the strong man is sincerely happy for Luan Xin.

Luan Xin avoided talking about it.

Just remind him: "My lord does not have many generals."

Timing is sometimes as important as strength.

If he could stabilize Longwu County, Sibao County and Mingfeng County in one fell swoop, Shen Tang would not be considered weak among a bunch of fragmented forces. The strength of the eighth-class public transport is neither low nor high. If you go elsewhere, it will be relatively difficult to get ahead. Shen Tang has many vacancies and opportunities. Luan Xinxin suggested to him in a sincere tone: "You might as well consider it carefully before making a decision."

The strong man nodded involuntarily: "Okay."

The two of them parted ways, and Luan Xin walked alone in the long alley.

After a few steps, he turned pale and leaned against the wall, vomiting a large amount of blood. He vomited a puddle before slowly straightening up. After vomiting out the congestion, his face looked better. He dragged his remaining leg and limped back home. Not wanting to disturb his sleeping relatives, he sat on the porch with his cloak on. Not long after, he heard footsteps behind him, and he knew it was his wife without looking back.

He asked: "Did it bother you?"

The wife sat down and said, "Master Lang, seems to have something on his mind?"

He was obviously fine before going out, saying he was keeping a vigil for his old master and seeing him off for the last time. Why did he come back feeling lost, as if he was in a state of confusion? Luan Xin didn't answer, and his wife wasn't in a hurry. She knew that the person next to her was taciturn.

After a long while, Luan Xin seemed to have come to his senses, and said softly: "The way of the scribes is quite interesting among the staff under my lord's account."

The wife mistakenly thought that Luan Xin had low self-esteem.

"No matter how powerful they are, I am not weaker than others!"

Luan Xin shook his head: "That's not what I meant."

The next sentence made my wife almost jump.

Luan Xin's eyelashes were lowered, and he suppressed the undercurrent in his eyes, saying: "Sooner or later, she will die from one of the scribes' ways!"

sooner or later!

"Master Lang's colleagues are so dangerous? Then why does Mr. Shen still use them?" Even though he had been sleeping in the same bed for many years, he was startled by the sinister look on his bedside, "Do you want to remind me?"

Luan Xin fell silent this time and did not answer.

His wife pulled him into the house and applied a warm cloth to the lame leg: "When can Master Sir go to the official office for duty?"

After five or six breaths, Luan Xin replied: "Two more days."

His wife sighed and talked about him.

"Master Lang used the scribe's method again today?"

She didn't know what Luan Xin's scribe's way was. After all, she was just an ordinary person. Knowing too many secrets would become a breakthrough for Luan Xin's enemies, but she knew the sequelae of Luan Xin's scribe's way. That is, his reaction is extremely slow. Compared with him, those elderly men and women are considered to be quick in thinking and strong in skill.

Luan Xin: "It doesn't matter."

His wife looked at him worriedly.

At the same time, Gu Chi went to the government office overnight to find Qi Shan, and together they found out the information about Luan Xin. It disturbed people's dreams at night, and Qishan didn't give him a good look. The two of them almost squatted together with their heads touching, borrowing an oil lamp, and read the contents of Luan Xin's interview at a glance. Qi Shan teased: "Luan Gongyi? It's rare to have a master who only harms himself and not the master."

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

Qishan asked: "Where is the mystery?"

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

"Like Hanzhang?"

"The disadvantage of Hanzhang's way of being a scribe is money. The more you spend, the stronger your strength will be. The disadvantage of his way of being a scribe is the slow response after using it. I think he is being vague here. Slow? How long will it last? Isn't it time? Fixed? Is it possible that the stronger the ability of the scribe, the longer the delay time? What is the upper limit of delay? "

Qi Shan yawned sleepily.

The injuries on his body have not healed yet.

Before he finished his yawn, Gu Chi speculated: "If the delay lasts a lifetime, wouldn't people die?"

In the words of the Lord, isn't this Kryptonian fate?

The disadvantages involve life, and the way of the scribes cannot be weakened.

Qi Shan chuckled: "Within a lifetime, with the physique of a literary scholar, he might die without eating or drinking for seven days..."

Gu Chi rolled his eyes: "You know?"

Qishan: "I almost died like this back then..."

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Hehe, the foreshadowing of Luan Xin’s line should be finished. Next are a few chapters of transition, starting the Zheng Qiao Dragon Slaying dungeon.

PS: When writing about the side effect of slow response, I suddenly thought of the jokes about 5G, 4G, 3G, and 2G speeds, haha