MTL - Back Off, Let Me Come-Chapter 654 : The flag has been established [seeking a monthly ticket]

  Chapter 654 Chapter 654: The flag has been set [seeking a monthly ticket]

  The mourning hall was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling.

  Even a few crying children were infected by the atmosphere of the scene and stopped their voices. Everyone looked back and forth between him and Luan Xin, without even making a sound. He was also annoyed at himself for speaking quickly, but what he said was water that was thrown out, and it was hard to take back: "Is there a mistake? Isn't Luan Gongyi a lame man? If it wasn't for Wen Yangong's appreciation and promotion, what is he?"

  Even though Luan Xin's ancestors were once wealthy, but in Luan Xin's generation, the rich family has become a bamboo family. Luan Xin still wants to honor his ancestors? It is difficult for mediocre-looking people to become officials. A typical example is Zhang He, let alone Luan Xin who has a serious disability.

   The disability in the foot is a taboo that he cannot mention.

  Luan Xin's face was gloomy, but he didn't conflict with that person, his eyes silently looked at him without any emotion. After a while, Mo Sheng reminded the other party to pay attention to the next occasion when he was crazy: "Are you serious, wanting to be presumptuous in Wen Yangong's mourning hall?"

"I—" Presumptuousness can't be presumptuous, but there is no way to relieve the anger, and Luan Xin happened to hit the gun, so he had to say a few more words, "If I am presumptuous, wouldn't you appear in Wen Yangong's mourning hall?" An eyesore?"

   said again: "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 if she knew that a literary scholar could not decide the outcome of the war, even if Luan Xin joined, there was a high probability that Xiaocheng would only fall later. But there was still a pimple in my heart, and Luan Xin was not as affectionate as before, and his tone was a bit stiff: "Everyone is Wen Yan's humerus, even if there is quarrel, we should stop fighting for a while, so that Wen Yan can go away with more peace of mind..." This sentence is Said to Luan Xin.

  Luan Xinknowledge and interest, found an excuse to leave.

Seeing him limping away, the eighth-class public passenger rushed to catch up, trying to help Luan Xin, who was struggling to walk, but he dared not touch his rough hands, so he could only caress them nervously: "Sir, Sir, please slow down, the weather is cold and the road is slippery."

  Clumsy and tongue-tied, he wanted to say something about the mourning hall, but he couldn't hold back a fart after thinking about it for a long time. He couldn't hold back his words, Luan Xin didn't know when he stopped and said something to him: "When I earn enough work, I will be free, do you have any plans?"

  The strong man scratched his head blankly: "I have no plans for now, but I have to make a living. Maybe I will find a lord in the future."

  Warriors are born for the battlefield.

  He has no other skills besides fighting.

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

  The brawny man almost didn't turn the corner in his head, and he was taken aback before realizing that the "lord" Luan Xin was talking about was no longer Qiu Cheng but Shen Tang. Shaking his head decisively, he waved his hand and refused: "This is not possible."

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

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

  He simply felt that he took refuge in Shen Tang, like a young woman remarried to her husband-killing enemy. Even if the "husband" is not so good, it is only natural for a widow to remarry to make a living, but the object is an enemy, and I always feel uncomfortable in my heart.

  Luan Xin: "..."

  The burly man smiled: "I don't have much culture, let the husband laugh. But, does the husband really appreciate Shen Tang so much?"

  Luan Xin didn't answer, so he added on his own.

   "It should be quite appreciated." Just now in the mourning hall, he noticed that Shen Tang and Luan Xin had a good chat. Judging from the attitude of the former, it doesn't mean to discriminate against Luan Xin's physical disability. Such a protagonist is rare, and the strong man is also sincerely happy for Luan Xin.

  Luan Xin avoided talking about it.

  Just remind him: "My lord doesn't have many generals."

  Timing is sometimes as important as strength.

  If Longwu County, Sibao County and Minfeng County could be stabilized in one fell swoop, Shen Tang wouldn't be considered weak among all the fragmented forces. And the strength of the eighth-class public ride is neither low nor high. If you go to other places, it will be relatively difficult to get ahead. There are many vacancies here for Shen Tang, and there are also many opportunities. Luan Xin suggested to him sincerely: "You might as well think about it carefully before making a decision."

  The strong man nodded involuntarily: "Okay."

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

   After a few steps, he leaned against the wall with a pale face, vomited a big mouthful of blood, and slowly straightened up after vomiting a puddle. After spitting out blood, his complexion looked better. He dragged his broken leg and limped back home. Not wanting to disturb his sleeping relatives, he sat on the porch wearing a cloak. Not long after, he heard footsteps behind him, and he knew it was his wife without turning around.

  He asked, "Did it bother you?"

   Wife sat down: "The Lord seems to have something on his mind?"

  It was fine before going out, and it was said that it was to guard the spirit of the old master and send him off for the last time. Why did he come back in a daze, as if he had fallen into a world of confusion? Luan Xin didn't answer, and his wife was not in a hurry, she knew very well that the person next to her pillow was a taciturn character.

   After a long while, Luan Xin seemed to have just realized, and said softly: "Those servants under the lord's tent, the ways of scholars are very interesting."

  The wife mistook Luan Xin for inferiority complex.

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

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

  The next sentence scared the wife almost to her feet.

  Luan Xin's eyelashes drooped, his eyes were filled with darkness, and he said, "Sooner or later, she will die of one of the scribes!"

   Sooner or later!

   "Lord Lord, those colleagues are so dangerous? Then why does Shen Jun still use them?" Rao has slept together for many years, and was also taken aback by the sinister look of the person next to the pillow, "Do you want to remind?"

  Luan Xin fell silent this time and did not answer again.

   His wife pulled him into the house, and covered his limp leg with a warm cloth: "When will the Lord be able to go to the official office?"

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

  The wife sighed and talked about him.

   "Master Lang used the way of scribes again today?"

  She doesn't know what Luan Xin's scribes are. After all, she is just an ordinary person. Knowing too many secrets will become a breakthrough point for Luan Xin's enemies, but she knows what the sequelae of Luan Xin's scribes are. That is, the reaction is extremely slow. Compared with him, those old men and women are considered to be quick-witted and athletic.

  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 Qishan, and together they searched for Luan Xin's information. Disturbing people's dreams at night, Qishan didn't give him a good face. The two of them almost squatted together with their heads together, borrowed an oil lamp, read the content of Luan Xin's interview at a glance, and prayed for goodness: "Luan Gongyi? It's rare to come to a lord who only harms himself and does not harm the lord."

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

  Qi Shan asked back: "Where is the mystery?"

  Gu Chi: "It's a bit like Hanzhang."

   "Like Hanzhang?"

"The disadvantage of Hanzhang's way of literati is money. The more money he spends, the stronger his strength will be; the disadvantage of his way of literati is that he reacts slowly after he uses it. I think he is vague here. Slow? How long? Is the time right? Fixed? Is there a possibility that the stronger the ability of the scribes, the longer the delay? Where is the upper limit of the delay?"

   Qishan yawned wearily.

  The wound on his body has not healed yet.

  Before he finished yawning, he listened to Gu Chi's speculation: "If the slow time is a lifetime, wouldn't people die?"

  In the words of the lord, isn’t this the fate of Krypton?

  The malpractice involves fate, and the way of scribes cannot be weakened.

  Qi Shan sneered: "If you don't live for a lifetime, with the physique of a literary scholar, you may die if you don't eat or drink for seven days..."

  Gu Chi rolled his eyes: "You know?"

  Qi Shan: "I almost died like this back then..."

  _(:з」∠)_

   Hehe, the foreshadowing of Luan Xin's line should be finished. The next few chapters are over, and the copy of Zheng Qiao's dragon slaying is opened.

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

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