The night wind gradually slows down and blows slowly.

This made the dozen torches that were burning on the Qingshi Square in Longyi Village stand upright and burn.

The outline of Longyi Village is reflected invisibly.

But the glory of more than a dozen torches seemed dull under the pink light of the doors and windows of Wang Family Garden.

The two types of brilliance are one that is strong and the other is weak, forming a sharp contrast.

In the low light, an emperor who had lost his fangs sat upright. The emperor seemed to have merged into the night and became cold and gloomy?

The emperor was bitten by a poisonous snake. Has he become possessed by snakes? Wang Langjun looked around the audience and moved slightly, then turned to the left side of the gate, looked at Lao Dou with a helpless look on his face, and slightly turned his head to signal Lao Dou to enter the room.

Wang Tai breathed abruptly, shook his head awkwardly, and grinned at the emperor when he turned around, then walked to the stone wall on the left side of the villa and sat down to admire the night.

The emperor slept in the bluestone square in Longyi Village, and should serve him side by side.

Otherwise, the emperor will be beheaded if he is held accountable.

This is the superiority of imperial power, but imperial power is completely invalid for his son.

Is it really incredible?

I have raised such an excellent son and deserves his ancestors...

Wang Langjun was determined to let Lao Dou go into the house to test the emperor's reaction and see how the emperor pretended to behave. Unfortunately, Lao Dou didn't cooperate and broke the original intention.

But there are many ways.

For example, it is not bad to use Yang Zhao to stimulate the emperor... Wang Langjun stood on the left side of the gate and was on duty, saying, "Do you have anything to say?"

"Young Master Xie cares about slaves, and slaves have nothing to say!"

Yang Zhao trembled all over, turned slightly, knelt on one knee to the young master, clasped his fists and said.

Wang Langjun stared at his right face reflected in the light that the glass lamp shot through the door, nodded slightly, waved his hand and said, "Oh, you continue to transport wood, the more the better."

"Yes, young master!"

Yang Zhao was shocked and looked up at the smiling face of the young master reflected in the glory of the glass light. Anger ejaculated in his heart, so he gritted his teeth and agreed.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves?

If you bow your head to a person who is above the emperor, you will not suffer any losses. Perhaps this is your lifelong honor?

I only hope that the young master can push this honor to the extreme...

Wang Langjun waved his hand to answer, turned to Jiang Wanting, who was on duty on the right side of the gate, and showed a look of awe, and said in a slight surprise: "You follow me into the house for dinner."

"Ah, young master, don't you ask me how many secrets I have mastered in the Turkic people..."

Jiang Wanting was stunned and trembled slightly. She looked at the young master's smiling face incredibly, her heart was beating, and she asked in a low voice excitedly.

Originally, he was too deeply poisoned, fell into the control of the Turks, becoming a slave to serve them, surviving and in danger of danger.

I didn't expect death to come so quickly.

After they forced themselves to steal the jade seal from the palace and handed it to them, they cut off the supply of antidotes to alleviate the toxic attacks in their bodies, causing the toxic attacks in their bodies to be on the verge of death.

Even so, I am still struggling with their surveillance and utilization, hoping that they will give antidotes to control the toxicity in their bodies and survive.

But they deliberately forced themselves to become their playthings, and they found that many Turks died on the battlefield, so they forced themselves to fight for their lives to kill the enemy, claiming to give themselves antidotes after the war.

But the toxicity in his body broke out, and they ignored it. If it weren't for the young master's rescue, they would have died...

Wang Langjun stepped into the villa gate and glanced at Cheng Yaojin who was sitting on the chair at the dining table for dinner. He said to Jiang Wanting who was following behind him without looking back: "Now the Turkic people are dead, and they are running away.

Without capturing their main characters, ask them clearly without rushing to find out what is secret."

"Yes, young master, I hope Xiao Tian and the others can catch the leader of the Turks..."

Jiang Wanting followed the young master into the restaurant as she spoke. She was immediately attracted by the food on the table, and accompanied by the saliva of her mouth, swallowing her throat with gurgling. Why are these brightly colored foods so fragrant?

These delicacies are made by the young master, how is this possible?

Seeing that his mother and his younger brother and sister left the table, Wang Langjun turned back reluctantly to watch the delicious food on the table, and an unknown anger arose in his heart. He pointed to the direction and slashed it down in advance. Brother scared you to death.

"Puchi"

The huge Xuanhua axe split the table.

"ah"

Cheng Yaojin jumped up in shock, almost shrank his hand and was cut off by Xuanhua Axe. He pinched half of the chopsticks with his right hand in his right hand, retreated behind and exclaimed in surprise.

What a dangerous thing?

This arm was almost cut off by this kid?

It seems that this kid has no intention of keeping his hands?

He was so cruel? Cheng Yaojin was soaked in cold sweat, his body was cold, and he trembled and threw away half of the chopsticks in his hand. As everyone in the room burst into screams, he swallowed a palpitations and turned to Wang Langjun and said, "Your kid's hospitality is really special..."

"You evil guest will not have any kindness when you enter the house.

Now you bully your master and eat and drink on your own. Regardless of the feelings of your master's family, you burn incense before you die. How can you talk about treating guests?"

When Wang Langjun secretly used his internal strength to pull out the Xuanhua Axe, he restored the round table table that was cracked in half, glanced at the undamaged plates on the table, and looked at Lao Cheng's slightly thrust face as he spoke. This face was as thick as a city wall.

Although this is a reflection of his familiar and generous personality, he is not only concerned about the details, but also fits his spleen and stomach.

But if my brother doesn't give him a little color, he will be a lobbyist for the emperor without restraint, which is annoying.

The emperor's ambition was obvious. The emperor sent him to make trouble in order to obtain the inheritance of Wuliang Mountain...

"Gudong"

Cheng Yaojin looked at the food on the dining table and swallowed his saliva. He was reluctant to look away. He stared at Wang Langjun's cold cheeks and twitched his lips and said, "You said that I, Cheng, is a villain. I, Cheng, smelled the fragrance of this table of food, and couldn't help but think of it as a villain. Isn't it?

But I, Lao Cheng, have nothing to do with the word "bad guest".

Because bad guests target outsiders, not their own family members, I, Lao Cheng, is not a bad guest.

It’s just that my old Cheng and your mother’s father, that is, your grandfather, are close friends…”

"Edited, this is all written on my grandfather. How could my grandfather know a shameless person like you?"

Wang Langjun sat at the west head of the dining table, waved his hands to let Jiang Wanting and his younger brother and sister continue to have dinner, looking around between his mother and Lao Cheng, and questioning in confusion.

Cheng Yaojin didn't care, and left Wang Langjun and turned to Wang's mother standing next to the restaurant decoration cabinet, and asked with a smile: "Your grandfather Zhang Xutuo, Zhang Bo is your father. He is now under Li Jing, I don't know..."

"You are a general of the court. You understand that women do not interfere in politics, do not lie, do not enter the military camp, etc., and women do not know the affairs between men.

Therefore, I, a woman, don’t know who my father has a relationship with..."

Wang Ma was stunned and frowned and thought, unable to remember the fact that her father had a friendship with Cheng Yaojin, and bowed slightly and said.

Cheng Yaojin beat him up, waved his hand so that she didn't have to be too polite, and asked with a smile: "Your single name is right for the word Ling..."

"Ah, how do you know?"

Wang Ma was shocked and looked up at Cheng Yaojin and asked, "The name of the woman's boudoir is unknown to outsiders."

Except for parents and ancestors who know the name of the boudoir, only the elders and husbands of the husband's family know the name. After marrying the husband, they changed their name to Wang Zhang. As for the name of the boudoir, only the elders and husbands occasionally mention it, even the children do not know it.

Even if the names and names are engraved on the tombstone after death, they will not appear.
Chapter completed!