Uncle Jinwu Zangyi

"Am I very old?" Guan Yao pushed her away and almost fell to the ground.

Zhao Linjiang wanted to support the other party again, but found nothing, "No."

Guan Yao stood up straight, but still felt a little weak in her legs and feet, "If not, what are you doing?"

"Just curious." Zhao Linjiang dropped his hands to his legs, "That's all."

Guan Yao nodded with a smile, "Well, it is indeed in his early thirties, which is quite old."

"No." Zhao Linjiang stared at the other party with raised eyebrows, "Uncle Yao is too worried."

Guan Yao didn't have the heart to argue with the other party, "Okay, don't you want to go back, let's go now, I'm on my way."

Zhao Linjiang had no choice but to stretch his brows, "Alright, I'll tidy up and buy two more horses, and then I'll set off."

"As you like."

At the warm invitation of the head of the household, Guan Yao thanked him and said goodbye after having a hearty meal.

Guan Yao came to the place where Zhao Linjiang was waiting for him, saw the carriage behind Zhao Linjiang, and asked, "Didn't you mean to buy two horses?"

Zhao Linjiang's face seemed to be paralyzed, and his words were extremely cold, "Uncle Yao's road is not stable, so let's take the carriage with peace of mind."

"..." Guan Yao originally thought that the other party had matured, but now she felt that Zhao Linjiang was still just as irritating.

Zhao Linjiang lifted the curtain, "Uncle Yao, please."

Guan Yao snorted lightly, didn't say much, went directly to get into the carriage.

Zhao Linjiang put down the curtain, and the two were blocked from sight before Zhao Linjiang dared to smile from the bottom of his heart.

Guan Yao was sitting in the carriage, thinking about the next plan, and suddenly felt a headache.

Uncle Huang was imprisoned by Chu Ming, and Huang Chu had been unconscious for many days and had been imprisoned in the palace like a puppet. Guan Yao only hoped that he could rush back to Fujing earlier and hand over the military talisman to King Qi so that he could fight Chu Ming once in a while.

He took out the kit, which contained not only the military talisman, but also Xiao Qian's secret guard disc.

Regarding why Xiao Qian's famous disc appeared in Chu Ming's study, Guan Yao has been unable to settle on a conclusion. If he had to make a bold guess, then Xiao Qian's death was most likely caused by Chu Ming.

But it's not that Guan Yao didn't investigate Chu Ming, and didn't find anything suspicious about Chu Ming at all, but it's not normal for this thing to appear there.

Seeing that so many years have passed, there has been no progress in this matter. Guan Yao has seen through the departure of too many people, and his heart has become numb.

Ever since Liang Ling's accident, Guan Yao felt that his body was starting to dry up, and he began to feel that he would soon go down to see Xiao Qian and Liang Ling.

Zhao Linjiang was quite good at driving, Guan Yao sat very smoothly along the way, and fell asleep in a daze.

When it was getting dark, Zhao Linjiang chose a place with a source of water to settle down.

Zhao Linjiang was about to ask Guan Yao to come out to get some air, but when he opened the curtain, Guan Yao was still asleep.

He leaned lightly into the carriage, sat next to Guan Yao, and looked at him softly.

Compared with the arrogant Guan Yao in the past, the current Guan Yao looks like a piece of paper, as if it would float when the wind blows, and disappear when the fire burns, so fragile that people dare not touch it more.

Zhao Linjiang wanted to reach out again to touch the red tear groove at the end of Guan Yao's eyes. Liang Ling's death must have caused the other party to shed a lot of tears. He had kissed the corners of Guan Yao's eyes so many times, and he clearly remembered that Guan Yao had never kissed Guan Yao before. tear ditch.

But now Guan Yao not only has tear troughs that don't fade away, her eyelids are blue and purple, her cheekbones are more three-dimensional, and her jaw is extremely thin.

The more Zhao Linjiang looked at it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Guan Yao, who cared so much about his appearance, was now so unkempt.

Zhao Linjiang called out to the other party in his heart, then leaned over and touched the other party's left cheek lightly with his lips.

Are you really 30 years old, why are you still so attractive.

When Guan Yao opened his eyes, the whole world was already dark. He got out of the carriage and saw Zhao Linjiang roasting something beside a fire.

"Are you awake?" Zhao Linjiang glanced at Zhao Linjiang casually.

"En." Guan Yao looked around and found that the two of them should be in a certain section of the mountain road. Since they have already entered the mountain, Fujing must be getting closer.

Zhao Linjiang threw some firewood into the fire, "Come and eat something."

"Okay." Guan Yao took a nap and felt much stronger in his body, and he happened to be hungry too.

Zhao Linjiang opened a paper bag and handed it to the other party, "I can only buy these on the road, and Uncle Yao will just use it."

"Nothing." Guan Yao took it and took out the coarse grain pancakes inside, "Then what are you baking?"

Zhao Linjiang ignited the pestle, "When I came out of Shangyang Village, the villagers gave me some sweet potatoes. I thought it would be good to roast them."

"Very good." Guan Yao has never been able to cook, and he doesn't care about food. He doesn't know what a potato is, so he has no interest.

Zhao Linjiang dug out two yams from the charcoal ashes, let them cool down a bit before picking them up and breaking them open. The white and purple yams were steaming, giving off a sweet and glutinous aroma.

"Uncle Yao." Zhao Linjiang handed the older half to Guan Yao.

Guan Yao was eating coarse-grain pancakes. Although he couldn't taste the taste, anything was delicious when he was hungry. He shook his head, "You can eat it."

"Don't like it?" Zhao Linjiang didn't take back his hand, but continued to hold it.

"I haven't eaten it." Guan Yao swallowed the food in his mouth, thinking, now he can't taste anything, and everything tastes the same.

Zhao Linjiang was still very stubborn, "Shouldn't I have to taste it even more if I haven't eaten it?"

"That's fine." Guan Yao finally accepted it.

Zhao Linjiang smiled briefly, and then tasted the sweet potato in his hand.

Guan Yao took a bite, although he couldn't taste what it was, but it smelled very fragrant and tasted rusty. He thought it should be sweet, similar to sweet potatoes.

"How is it?" Zhao Linjiang quickly finished eating half a potato.

Guan Yao then said perfunctorily, "Very good, very sweet."

Zhao Linjiang's hand, which was peeling another potato, paused suddenly, then continued to peel it, and then broke it in half.

"This petal is cold, eat this." Zhao Linjiang snatched the original petal from Guan Yao's hand, and stuffed the freshly peeled sweet potato into his hand.

"It's not cold." As soon as the other party said this, Guan Yao wondered if he couldn't tell the difference between hot and cold.

"That's Wen." Zhao Linjiang said, putting the sweet potato snatched from Guan Yao into his mouth and eating.

Guan Ruo looked at the other party's actions, hesitated to speak, and finally could only turn a blind eye.

Obviously not sweet at all...

Zhao Linjiang repeatedly chewed the yam that Guan Yao had tasted, but he couldn't taste any sweetness at all.

Although the two of them ate the same sweet potato, when Guan Yao said it was sweet, Zhao Linjiang somewhat held the hope that the uneven sweetness of the flesh of a sweet potato was common sense, but after tasting the half in Guan Yao's hand, Zhao Linjiang became Even more flustered.

Has he lost his sense of taste?