10-year bond

The flying pigeon flapped its wings in the air with its heavy body, flying hard and fast.When people see it, they can always feel the breath of peace.However, the letter paper tied to the carrier pigeon's leg is about to deliver a message of injustice.It landed in front of the window coffin with a "puchi puchi", and crashed into Ouyang Mingri's palm impartially as if throwing himself into a hug.

He opened the letterhead, which said that the Ten Kingdoms around Sifang City were in flames of war.In contrast, Sifang City does not belong to any country, but is an independent city-state. For the people who were devastated and displaced by the war outside, Sifang City can be described as a paradise.However, Sifang City was not unaffected. Affected by the flames of war, the first-line pass of the main commercial road was blown up, and the owner of the city happened to be trapped outside the pass.

Sifang City has always been dominated by business and supplemented by agriculture. Most of the people in the city are engaged in business.As a result, the first line of commercial arteries was blocked, countless people lost their jobs, and the city suffered from famine.I hope he can come back quickly after finishing his work.

At the end of the letter, it was written: Ming En.Ouyang Mingri was anxious, but he seemed even more indifferent.

He picked up the pen and wanted to write a reply letter, but found that his right hand was trembling, weak, and disobedient. The knuckles of the hand holding the pen turned white due to the force. After holding it for a long time, he couldn't write a word, and finally he gave up.Feeling a little annoyed, he dropped the pen in his hand.His right hand, since when, became like this.

There was no other way, so he called Chen Keliang and asked, "Chen Huwei, have you ever read?"

Chen Huwei said: "I report to the national teacher that my subordinates are not talented, because I once knew how to read."

Disappointed tomorrow: "Then you go down."

Counting the people in the inn who could read, except for him and Master Yi, but he really didn't want to tell Master Yi to do anything, because he was angry with him after all.The rest may be only the shopkeeper's. The shopkeeper's daily journal should be able to read some words, but there are still some things that are not known to outsiders.

Ouyang had no choice but to return the pigeon empty-handed, and the pigeon had to be extremely fast without the restraint of the letter paper.

Seeing the pigeon flying back, Sima Mingen in Sifang City happily grabbed its leg and looked around, but couldn't find a reply from the other party. Little Mingen tugged on his father's sleeve and said disappointedly: "Daddy, this uncle tomorrow is It’s not that I don’t like it, I didn’t even reply to my letter.”

It's night again, the night of the new moon, without the shroud of moonlight, the night is even darker, and the night walker walks more boldly.It was night, Zhu Xiangli knocked on the door and entered, and Ouyang greeted him tomorrow: "Master Zhu visited late at night, and he is very welcome, but..." looked at him in night clothes, "Why didn't the owner come here aboveboard?"

Zhu Xiangli is dressed in black, an upright man who was at the peak of his career, and still has the demeanor of a young man in his middle age.

He said: "This time, the old man made a special trip to thank the national teacher. As for why he walked at night, it is for the sake of caution."

"Thank you?" Ouyang Mingri didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Zhu Xiangli leaned over and bowed: "I heard from my little girl that she was imprisoned by Zhao Zezhi when she disappeared. Fortunately, you, the national teacher, rescued my little girl and sent her back, so that the old man and the clumsy Jingsi girl will be spared. Bitterness. This kindness, this old man will never forget."

"Hehe..." Ouyang Mingri laughed dryly, there was nothing wrong with it at all, "Do you believe what Ling Ai said, the owner?"

"The old man is convinced. Ever since I saw the national teacher at Feiqi Mountain Villa that day, the old man has seen that the national teacher is a man of great talent. During the conversation, the old man admires him very much, and he is willing to bow down."

"Hehe..." He laughed dryly again.

Zhu Xiangli looked at him: "The national teacher seems to have some discomfort."

"I'm just being praised by the owner, and I don't know how to deal with it at the moment." Tomorrow smiled.

"I see."

"What else can the owner do?" It's not that he gave the order to evict guests, it's because he never likes to be alone in a room with strangers, and he has always said what to say to other people except those he knows well.

But Zhu Xiangli didn't intend to leave, "One more thing, a few days ago, about the day when the national teacher visited Fei Qi, Zhao Zezhi borrowed dozens of archers from Tianlin Villa, I don't know what they can do for them. The old man guessed that it might be bad for you, the national teacher, but I didn't think of this at the time, and because of my friendship for many years, I lent it to him."

Ouyang asked the owner to sit down tomorrow: "But after so many days, I'm still fine."

"Maybe the old man guessed wrong, but if the national teacher needs help in the future, the old man can help, and I will do my best to help."

Ouyang tomorrow felt Zhu Xiangli's feelings of repaying his kindness, and handed him a cup of tea: "If that day really comes, I will thank the owner. It's just that I plan to leave and return home tomorrow, and the owner may not be able to realize his wish."

"The national teacher is going home in such a hurry?"

"There is an urgent matter in Sifang City, which will be resolved when we go back next time."

"Since that's the case, the old man can only say take care." He took out a small box made of sandalwood, "This is what the little girl asked the old man to bring to the national teacher. This box has a mechanism, and the old man can't open it. Young Master can open it."

Ouyang Mingri moved his body and took it with his left hand.Thinking of not seeing each other again in the future, my heart twitched and my hands tightened.

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