The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

After staying in the small clinic for more than half a month, the two were finally able to enter Yuxi Village.

He lived in the Yan family mansion, next to Prince Da Rui.

The dog is ready to make a move.

Prince Da Rui lived in the courtyard next to theirs, which was the best time to assassinate him.

If not now, when?

But every time he tried to kill, he would be slapped back by his master.

"Master, what are you hesitating about?"

Xu Gou tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. In the middle of the night, he sneaked into his master's bedroom and said earnestly, "Didn't I tell you? I'll do it! Just run away, run as far as you can! I'll give you one life, and you can lead the troops to attack when you go back! Taking advantage of the chaos, the chances of capturing Da Rui will increase by at least 20%!"

Unfortunately, there was no echo.

Plus, the room was so dark that he couldn't even see his master's expression.

It was cold, and Xu Gou waited until he shivered several times before returning to his room reluctantly.

I feel so regretful.

What a missed opportunity!

I was secretly glad.

He might not be able to beat the guy named Mo Yi, and he might not even be able to beat Yan Changqing.

The master was unwilling to do anything, perhaps out of consideration for his son, and wanted to let him keep his life and continue to serve him.

Being a subordinate and having a dumb master is really worrying.

Before entering his bedroom, a gust of cold wind blew, and Xu Gou shivered again. He shrank his neck and quickly slipped into the room and closed the door.

"The New Year is coming soon... Da Rui's New Year..."

……

In the outer realm, there is a small gathering outside the capital of Lanshui King.

It was just daybreak when the door of a mottled earthen house opened from the inside.

A skinny old man wearing a fur hat and a heavy, worn fur coat came out.

Carrying a barrel stove and a large iron pot in his hands, he quickly set up a small stove and stall at the door of the house.

"Old Man De, you get up so early every day to set up your stall. Aren't you feeling cold? The people coming to the market haven't gotten up yet!" Someone on the opposite side joked in a loud voice.

Old Man De glanced at him. His face, cracked by the wind, looked gloomy. "I sleep less when I'm old. When I get busy, people will come to the market. If I sell one more cake, I can earn more money for a meal. Recently, there are suddenly fewer people coming to the market, so business is not good."

"Don't you know that the king is gathering his men? I see that we will have a real fight with Da Rui soon. Our king is finally getting serious! If we can win this battle, we can move into the domain, and then we can live in peace!"

"Are we really going to fight? Why so sudden?"

"Why do you say it's sudden? In the past few years, the king has snatched several batches of war horses and food from those weaklings of Da Rui. This is no joke!"

There was a dark light flashing in old man De's eyes. After chatting casually with the person opposite him for a few words, he turned around and went back to the earthen house.

If someone who knows him is here, he will recognize at a glance that Old Man De is Old Man Zhang from the Zhang family in Shangdong Village.

When he spoke to people, he spoke with a fluent foreign accent, without any trace of being a Darui person.

After entering the adobe house and lowering the windproof curtain at the door, Old Man Zhang quickly went out through the small door at the back of the house. He carved a strange pattern with stones in the corner of the back wall, and then quickly went back into the house when no one noticed.

My heart was pounding.

He owed the fat Taoist a favor back then, and knowing that he would have to repay it in the future, he did not take it to heart, thinking that the worst that could happen was giving up his life.

It can be said that I have thought about the worst-case scenario and am mentally prepared.

But I didn't expect that he would become a spy in the end.

That bastard Jia Banxian.

In order to bury him, a pit could be dug for many years.

He uncorked the wooden gourd hanging around his waist, tilted his head back and took a few gulps. The taste of the wine went down his throat and his body immediately felt warm.

Old man Zhang squinted his eyes comfortably, his pounding heart had subsided. He glanced at the mud house where he had lived for three years and walked out the door as usual.

He served as a spy for five years.

I spent the first two years in Bulüe City learning various foreign languages, and in the third year I was arranged to come here.

That year was also the first year that the Eagle Tribe built its capital in Lanshui.

To this day, three years have passed.

Now when he talks to people around him, he sounds like a native, hum...

"The weather in our Outland is so cold and dry. If you stay out there for a while, you'll freeze to death! Old De! Do you have any good wine left? Share it with us."

Seeing Old Man Zhang coming out, the man opposite raised his voice to talk to him again with a flattering smile on his face.

Old man Zhang didn't even raise his eyelids. "Is good wine so easy to get? I rely on that drink to keep alive at my age. If you want to drink it, go get it yourself. I don't have any!"

The person opposite said embarrassedly and spat on the ground when no one was paying attention.

Old man Zhang pretended not to see anything.

The fine wine he has here is all Baixiang wine, which he bargained for with the fat old Taoist priest. It is truly a life-extending substance, so how could he give it to others to drink?

Especially since there are barbarians from other regions all around.

Isn't that using Da Rui's good stuff to prolong the barbarian's life?

What are you dreaming about?

As I was complaining in my heart, I heard a series of whistles in my ears. They were very short and could not be heard until the wind blew away.

Old man Zhang's eyebrows twitched, and he turned his head inconspicuously to look in the direction of Da Rui.

At this time, Da Rui should be celebrating the New Year with great enthusiasm, right?

I don’t know how that old woman in his family is doing.

Wang Du has made some moves, so it is time for him to leave Xiaoji.

If I'm lucky, I can survive for another year at most and return to Dari and Wutong Town.

When people get old, even if they die, they have to return to their roots.

……

The sound of firecrackers bids farewell to the old year.

Every household welcomes the New Year with Spring Festival couplets.

There is joy everywhere in Yuxi Village.

From time to time, a single cannon shot could be heard inside and outside the Lin family's yard, accompanied by the evil laughter of children.

Shitou Bangchui is already thirteen years old and is no longer old enough to do bad things.

But Lin is the one who is trying to scare the successor by ordering single shots.

The women in the house would be frightened out of the blue. If it weren't for the New Year's Day celebration, little Pidan would have been beaten.

There was another brazier in the kitchen.

There were too many people to sit in the main room, so the young people moved to the kitchen, where they sat by the fire and roasted glutinous rice cakes.

"Ciba is a specialty of Yuxi Village, and pickled vegetables are a specialty of Grandma Lin. The combination of these two is even more special! Delicious!"

"Bai Xiang, give me one! I've added sweet sesame filling for you!"

"Yan Changqing, you have one too! It's super spicy! Don't say you don't want to eat it. How can I, the Crown Prince Da Rui, not be able to eat spicy food? Eat it! I want a good omen for the New Year and prosperity!"

Young Master Jin took over the whole place by himself, and the kitchen was filled with his voice.

Yan Changqing looked at the super spicy rice cake standing in front of him.

The glutinous rice cake, with a burnt brown crust, smelled fragrant. The middle was hollowed out and stuffed with chopped red pepper. Because it was too full, the glutinous rice cake, which was originally the size of his palm, was now swollen to be bigger than his fist.

If you eat this, you will definitely feel very happy.

He was smoking hot.

Yan Changqing looked up at the young man with a smirk on his face behind the glutinous rice cake and took the glutinous rice cake.

The corner of her lips slightly raised, and before the young man could finish his wicked smile, she pulled him over, locked his shoulders, and directly fed him a mouthful of glutinous rice cake.

Jin Duobao was caught off guard and was stuffed with food.

His eyes bulged out immediately, his fair face quickly turned red, and he jumped up and down while struggling to spit out the chili in his mouth, "Ahhhh water water water! Quick, quick, quick! Shashasha!"

Yan Changqing you bastard!

Waiting for it!

Ouch! It's so spicy TT!