Soldiers Card System

Throwing a pile of letter paper on the table with a look of disgust, Su Lu directed the mud to push himself out.

"You can help me see it."

This letter made Su Lu a little worried, so he didn't read it.

Li Qing peeled off the letterhead, carefully picked up the two squashed rabbits, flattened his mouth, and his cheeks were full of unhappiness.

Su Lu didn't even notice these two rabbits. Really, didn't he know that the two rabbits were walking with each other? Really, it was a waste of the little rabbits that others worked hard to squeeze out.

When Su Lu left the house, he saw Xiao Si standing in the yard angrily, holding a spear taller than her in his hand, and seeing the two coming out, Xiao Si Chuo grabbed his hand and pointed at the mud.

"The boy who doesn't know the height and the earth, dare to fight with me?"

The mud froze, pushing away Su Lu's BMX, he was about to fight Xiao Si, but suddenly he woke up, so he asked Su Lu carefully.

"My lord, shall I fight with Xiaosi?"

Su Lu slapped Little Mud on the head, scolded her and said:

"Is your kid's brain disabled? If the girl is angry, just go and coax it. What good can you do if you win."

Li Qing, who came out from behind, heard that his cheeks were red, and he looked at Su Lu's back with a bitter expression. When you reprimanded your little servant for being so energetic, you didn't understand how it fell on you.

...

At night, on the official road ten kilometers south of Yanjing City, a team of horses and wagons were moving forward quickly.

"Click"

The axle of a car in the middle of the convoy broke and the carriage slanted to one side. The horse neighed and was dragged to the ground.

"what"

"Protect adults"

"Protect adults"

A scream came from the carriage.

The guards riding on the horse all rushed over, and when they could see the situation clearly, a dozen guards put their strength at the same time and lifted the car up.

Xie Ruyu, with a jade crown and hair, jumped out of the car, and the white brocade coat became more and more conspicuous in the dark night, which made him look handsome and graceful.

"Sister Si, the axle is broken, come down."

Xie Ruyu stroked her chest, talking slightly retchingly.

This time, in order to catch up with Yanjing of Han State before the Shangyuan Festival, Xie Ruyu's motorcade was very fast, and he was a little retched because of the bumps.

The woman called the Fourth Sister got a long hair shawl with a phoenix hairpin on her head and a scarf on her face. She got out of the carriage and complained:

"The official way of Han is really bad. I really don't know how the poet Su Lu took such official way.

Looking back, we will add another article to the book of credence, and we must ask Han to renovate its official way, otherwise it will not be easy to see the poet Su Da once. "

Xie Ruyu squinted his eyes and glanced around, then pointed to Maodian not far from the official road and said.

"Don't go, we will stay at this Maodian tonight, let Sisi you also experience the sound of chicken Maodian month."

The woman Xie Ruyu referred to as the Fourth Sister originally wanted to refuse, but after hearing the sound of the chicken at Maodian Yue, her words changed instantly:

"Okay, I just happened to experience it, feel the atmosphere in Master Su's poems, there is no such opportunity in the palace."

The convoy entered the shop, and the acquaintance and the buddy were pulled out of the bed by the guards, muttering annoyedly at the group, allocating rooms to a group of people, and their faces were full of discomfort.

"What time is it, and I'm coming to stay for the night."

General Wei's beard stood upright, like a steel needle, and he glared at the shopkeeper and the buddy.

The two withered in an instant, fighting in a two-stranded battle, looking like they might get down at any time.

"Allocate the room quickly and go to the room."

General Wei snorted and found a place in the hall to sit down.

The shopkeeper suffered a loss, knowing that this group of people are ruthless, especially the big beards, they are not good, and they dare not even complain.

After the busy schedule, the shop became quiet.

Xie Ruyu was resting in the same room with the fourth sister. The fourth sister was holding a shaft of rice paper, seeming a little excited, lying on the pillow and asking Xie Ruyu:

"The day after tomorrow, no. Tomorrow is the Shangyuan Festival. We finally arrived in Yanjing before the festival, and finally we could see everyone Su compose poems with our own eyes."

After talking for a while, the fourth sister suddenly reacted.

"Ruyu, will you not stop writing poems tomorrow? You are familiar with Su, and you feel that with the temperament of Su, will you write poems tomorrow? He didn't write them during the New Year's Day. ."

Xie Ruyu lay down on the bed:

"Go to sleep, hand over the Credentials tomorrow, and we will go to the Drunken Red Mansion to watch the lanterns at night. Su Lu is unparalleled, and there are so many people who want to see him write poems and lyrics, so don't worry about it."

"Is that so?"

With such thoughts in mind, the fourth sister fell asleep with doubts on her face.

In the firewood room in the backyard of Maodian, the shopkeeper tidied up, and when he was about to go to bed to rest, he suddenly heard a rustling noise from the firewood room.

"Who? You don't sleep in the middle of the night and cheat in the wood house. If you don't let me..."

"Do not talk"

The mouth was covered, and there seemed to be a steel knife in his neck, and the sharp piercing feeling made the shopkeeper stop shutting up.

"A good man is forgiving. I have the old and the young. If I die, they will all die. If you kill me, you will kill six people."

"Who was staying in the store just now?"

The suppressed voice sounded.

There was a thud in the shopkeeper's heart. It was a female assassin who walked around the rivers and lakes. Old women and women were not easily offended. Without him, it was because they all had their own unique skills, and they were so cruel.

"I, I didn't hear"

The shopkeeper wanted to hit the wall with regret. I didn't listen carefully just now. Where did they come from? This time it's over, and they will be killed by the devil.

"It shouldn't be for us."

Another hoarse voice sounded in the wood room.

The treasurer almost flies away, my goodness, why are there still people? How many people are hiding in my broken wood house.

The hoarse voice fell, and the shopkeeper felt the tingling in his neck disappear, and the devil released herself.

"Let's go, don't tell me about tonight, or be careful of your dog's head."

The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly, and then realized that the room was too dark, and assured him again and again.

"I promise not to speak out, Woman Xia, thank you Xia Xia for her life."

The shopkeeper left the wood room, and the voice behind him continued.

"Ahem, tomorrow night is the Shangyuan Festival, I found out, hehe, a group of civil servants headed by Gao Yang, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, will have a banquet in Huamanlou and invite Master Su Lu to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Shangyuan and write poems. word."

There was a hint of joy in the hoarse voice, which seemed to be some kind of excitement that was fulfilled.

The female voice rang:

"I saw Master Su Lu today. He doesn't seem to be any great, and he's still in a wheelchair."

The hoarse voice brought a hint of envy:

"Really? Then your luck is too good!"

"Master Su Lu was injured in the counter-insurgency. He hasn't done anything good yet. He hasn't written poems during the Chinese New Year. I don't know if it's better now. Can Minger come to Huamanlou for a banquet?"

The female voice suddenly became irritable:

"We are here to take revenge. If you go with me today, the forbidden troops will not be able to stop me at all. We have got Li Gan's head now."

"Su Lu's poems are good, but do you have to be so addicted? What benefits can this bring you?"

The firewood room fell silent, only the woman's ups and downs breathing up and down.

After a long time, the hoarse voice sounded again, and it was full of vicissitudes:

"You don't understand, and you haven't experienced how precious the survival brought to you because of poetry, you don't understand how important poetry is."

"I hope that tomorrow those stupid writers will think of something and force the adults to write so few poems. It will be fine even if they die here."

"Well, I have to think of something."

The firewood room is completely quiet...