Shark Lie Song

A group of people returned to Jiandu City in an unusually silent manner.

Bian Chaoge ordered people to clean up an abandoned ancestral hall in the city, and then put Chen Fang here temporarily...

Bian Chaoge probably will never forget the scene when Han Jiangyuan tore apart the blood-soaked gauze, and the pieces of internal organs and dark red plasma fell here and there...

——I have been eating liquid porridge all these years, and my stomach is no longer where it should be!

—so if there is something to hide, not too big, there is nothing more suitable than my body.

Bian Chaoge vaguely remembered the words that Chen Fang said with a smile in the past, but only now that he thinks about it, he realizes the extremely cruel words...

His hands trembled, and he had already put on the gloves that his subordinates had already prepared...

"How about I come?"

Han Jiangyuan looked at the state of Bian Chaoge's soul separation, and couldn't help but stepped forward to help.

"No, I'll be fine on my own."

Bian Chaoge regained the focus of his eyes, and finally stretched out his hand...

After half a stick of incense, the hair-raising sound of stirring honey could not stop resounding throughout the ancestral hall.

……

——Finally, that little sandalwood box appeared on the front of the singer.

The moonlight in the desert is still clear, indicating that tomorrow will be a good day.

By the way, he was knocked down by Xiao Qing's palm, otherwise he might give Chen Fang the spirit of guarding for three days - but no, the battlefield needs his archery and eagle eyes.

Bian Chaoge, as the general, no one dared to ask him, Xiao Qing didn't care about him, and Bian Xian didn't bother to care about him, so he was able to sit on the roof of the gate tower of Jiandu City and blow the wind silently.

Han Jiangyuan came and left again.

As a doctor, she tried to clean up Chen Fang as if he was just asleep, and then tried to take care of the hidden guard who had been chopped into pieces so that he still had a human form...

"After thinking about it, I think this is for you."

……

So, Bian Chaoge continued to sit, surrounded by the warm sake sent by the dark guard, and in his hand was the red-headed rope that Chen Fang had carried with him for many years...

He kept playing with this hair rope, took it back after drinking two sips of wine, as if tomorrow and war would never come again.

The headband is very clean.Chen Fang is a poor and fastidious person, so he will try his best to find a place to clean it the next day.

——But at this moment, it was covered with mottled dark purple bloodstains.

Bian Chaoge took another sip of wine, and beckoned the guard to serve another pot.

"Bianjiang... General Xiao has an order, this is the last pot, drink it after the rest of the battle is over..."

Bian Chaoge was stunned, then smiled helplessly, and waved to make the hidden guard retreat.

If Chen Fang and the big brother of the secret guard were here before, one would steal the wine, and the other would lure the others away...

Gone, gone.

He remembered that when he was a child, Chen Fang took him to play tricks and was imprisoned in confinement.

At that time, the dark room would only give the two of them a small kerosene lamp, and then a thick stack of rice paper, pens and ink, and they couldn’t come out until they finished copying the paper.

The young Chen Fang and the young Bian Chaoge were in the confinement room. Both of them were hungry, and then one buried their heads in copying hard, and the other jumped up and down. The cracks in the bricks in the corners and the spider webs on the roof could be studied for patterns and textures.

"If you don't hurry, I won't help you copy the book."

Bian Chaoge couldn't figure out why he followed Chen Fang's instigation to play tricks on the third prince who was still in his infancy. He really didn't know whether he was full or just fooled by Chen Fang.

Unexpectedly, Chen Fang was full of indifference, pulled his own red-headed rope and started playing with it.

"If it's a big deal, I'll get a beating and let the young master copy this shit. I might as well die!"

It was the first time in Bian Chaoge's life that he heard such an argument, so the pen in his hand stopped.

You are like some people who have believed in obtaining fame and fame all their lives, and then glorified the lintel of the family, and then studied hard for decades.

But at this time, you told him that practicing Wudang can actually be the champion of martial arts, and you can also have fame...

This is the first time that Bian Chaoge, who was born in a family of military generals, began to think, is there another way to live in life?

Therefore, Bian Chaoge also stopped the pen in his hand, and the son of the aristocratic family followed Chen Fang to learn how to play with this kid's thing in the market, and he had a great time playing all day and night.

From then on, Bian Chaoge began his life of being infinitely brainwashed by Chen Fang and opening doors to new worlds one after another——

……

The red rope in Young Master Bian's hand fluttered, one after another complicated patterns were formed and then scattered back to zero.

Just like life, it's so complicated, but in the end it's just a handful of yellow sand.

But Chen Fang and himself are separated by Yin and Yang after all...

In fact, Bian Chaoge once imagined where he, Zhou Jue, and Chen Fang would go in the future.

He always thought that as a general, he would most likely die for the country—just like most of the ancestors of the Bian family, the shroud of horse leather was his destination.Even if not, she will suffer from all kinds of illnesses, and then find a daughter from an aristocratic family, preferably the down-and-out kind. It doesn’t matter if she is a concubine, she promises prosperity and wealth, but she is ruthless. .

Then, together with his lover and close friends, he can promise the emperor a piece of land that is not too big or too small, not too far and not too close, neither fat nor barren, and return to the field with hundreds of soldiers. I have never had any contact with this imperial power for a lifetime....

But that dream now appears to have been dashed.

I don't know why, although Bian Chaoge doesn't want to have any more emotional ties with Chen Fang - but the strange thing is, if there is no Chen Fang in this future, I can't even imagine what the future will look like...

Thinking of this, Bian Chaoge was stunned for a long time, and finally laughed out loud uncontrollably.

Hahaha!

He laughed at the world and the universe, at the short life and the impermanence of the world, and most importantly, at himself.

He felt that in the whole world, there was no one more jerk than himself.

The guard on one side saw him leaning back and forth with such a smile, and was also secretly worried.

General Xiao said, as long as he doesn't look for life and death, let him vent tonight - if he really looks for life and death, then Xiao Qing himself will probably come to clean up the house himself, don't be ashamed of this.

The desert has no solar terms and no time.

Only in this clear and bright sky, when the moon hangs, it is night, and when the sun hangs, it is day.

But for Bian Chaoge, there is no difference whether it is day or night at this moment.

The ups and downs, the joys and sorrows——It’s so easy to say, but it turns out to be so painful.

The dark guard finally weighed his loyalty to Xiao Qing and his conscience towards Bian Chaoge, and then silently put his loyalty aside.

He came back after a while, holding a jug of new wine in his hand, and handed it to the singer.

Bian Chaoge smelled of alcohol all over, but his eyes were clear.

"Thank you. But no need."

He took the wine and found that it was a kind of shochu that was always simmering in the kitchen of Bian Fu.

As a civil servant, Bian Xian spends more time using his brain than his arms and legs—so he has always suffered from insomnia.This wine is to prevent the head of the family from falling asleep in the middle of the night, and the kitchen specially keeps it on hand every now and then—it’s also cheaper for his sons, Bian Chaoge and Chen Fang, to steal Wen’s just-prepared wine when they have nothing to do...

Bian Chaoge understood, it seems that his father must have felt compassion.

Bian Chaoge stared at the bottle in a daze for a long time, making the shadow guard stand tall, thinking that Bian Xiang would not poison his son in the wine...

Then, Bian Chaoge tore off the seal on the bottle mouth with his teeth, and took off the glue with smooth movements.

"A toast to heaven and earth."

He who opened the seal did not drink the wine, but chose to seal the dust with wine.

The wine was sprinkled onto the sand from a height of tens of meters, exactly one-third of it—just the same amount as in a cup in the past.

Because Chen Fang was very hypocritical when it came to alcohol, he didn't care about seniority or inferiority, he had to drink the same amount for both of them, exactly...

So God knows how I practiced this unique skill!

"A toast to the past."

Another cup.

Chen Fang is not drunk, but he likes to go crazy with alcohol, so he has made troubles and been beaten-but he has not changed after repeated admonitions. Demon king, he didn't subdue this scourge until Zhou Jue came...

"One cup, toast Chen Fang."

Bian Chaoge murmured, feeling that something in his body seemed to follow the wine, drop by drop, disappearing without a trace...

This last cup is still not bad.

……

Bian Xian watched his son's every move from a distance, and finally just shook his head.

Xiao Qing was behind him, muttering softly about wasting a glass of good wine—but he took everyone's sorrow away.

I have a jug of wine, enough to comfort the soul of a hero.