No second minister

He also heard from Liu Hongzhi that Xu Borong was good at brewing wine, so he ran around looking for things for brewing. The Secret of Winemaking.

There is nothing good in the false city, except for the wild flowers along the road, which have weathered the wind and rain, and stand gracefully.

He also picked wild flowers along the way and thought they could be used as decorations, but as soon as he entered the courtyard where Xu Borong lived, he saw Xu Borong come out in a hurry, he walked in a hurry, his clothes were moving in the wind, and he hadn't called out yet. It has come a long way.

"Master, what's wrong?"

He also opened his mouth.

"Damn it."

Liu Hongzhi's angry voice suddenly came from behind, and he didn't know who he was talking to, and he trembled in shock and almost dropped the things in his hands. He sighed for a long time before calming down, but turned back Shen was even more puzzled when he realized that Liu Hongzhi had also disappeared.

"What's the matter?"

Yehe looked down at the things in his arms and felt very happy when he thought of Xu Borong smiling at him.

Carefully took the things back to Xu Borong's room, picked up the unfinished book on the desk and turned over two pages, and suddenly saw the small word "Yue" on the page.

The general of the Yue army in Linsai was more persistent.

Hearing enough rumors about him in the past two days, even seeing his name felt a little disdainful in his heart.

What kind of good man can the father of someone like Chengye be?

No matter how powerful it was rumored, didn't he die in the palace?

Thinking like this, Ye He thought about it again, and after thinking about it for a long time, he only hated himself for not being born a few years earlier.

If he was the same age as Yuezhi, he would definitely not be much worse than that Yuezhi, maybe... maybe he should be the ever-victorious general in Wanjun's mouth, the person they are convinced.

If he thought about it, he would simply close the book, seeing Xu Borong go out in a hurry just now, there should be some urgent matter.

He should have followed.

Yehe put away the things, and he will wait for Xu Borong to come back before sending him off in person.

There is also a stable in the fake city. When An Hezhi heard that someone wanted to "surmount the peak", he already had some answers in his mind. He sneered twice and walked towards the stable without any haste. However, when he arrived, the person guarding the stable happened to be Fainted under the thatched hut, Xu Borong held the rein in his hand, while a brown-red Dawan horse at the other end shook its body uncooperatively.

"Yuefeng is old, and he can't bear the prince's torment."

Xu Borong ignored An Hezhi's sarcasm, and stepped forward to appease Yue Feng, but Yue Feng let out a "poof" breath and immediately avoided Xu Borong.

"This Yuefeng has been with him for a long time, and he has feelings." Seeing Xu Borong being treated like this, An Hezhi felt an indescribable relief in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be Xu Borong's advice, "The crown prince should change the batch." Let's go horse."

Xu Borong ignored An Hezhi's words and untied Yuefeng's reins. Yuefeng walked around for a while, then stood still, and stood there like a log for a while, then suddenly let out a long hiss...

Ran……

An Hezhi stared blankly, but Xu Borong reacted quickly and led another horse to chase after him.

Although it has been a long time since the chaos in the eastern capital, the news of Yuezhi's death has not yet spread. Occasionally, one or two of An Hezhi's subordinates who have ties to the court and China will mention the people here as a joke.

It's just that Yue Zhi's mount, Yue Feng, was really depressed a few days ago, but following the neighing of the horse, everyone thought it was Yue Zhi who was coming.

But after a while, bursts of loud shouts were heard.

Liu Hongzhi looked at An Hezhi with a sullen face, An Hezhi stroked his beard and pretended not to know anything, but when he turned his back to Liu Hongzhi, the hand holding the beard kept shaking.