Yinghuazhou, Zhoucheng, Yinghou’s mansion!

Yinghou's temples were fifty years old, his hair was alternating black and white, and his eyebrows were thick and slender. He was standing in the backyard room with his arms spread out. The two beautiful and beautiful maids in front of him were holding silk clothes in his hands, slowly changing clothes for Yinghou.

The maid was holding a copper basin from a distance, and the maid was already walking with a copper basin. The maid knelt on the ground with both knees, picked up a wet towel from the copper basin, and began to wipe Yinghou's palms.

After a long time, Yinghou walked out of the backyard with his hands on his back.

At this time, a scholar was already standing outside the backyard, with his hands hanging down and waiting respectfully. When he saw Yinghou walking out, he quickly stepped forward and said, "Mr. Marquis, Fang Shan Dou Changsheng has come to the news. This is a letter to you."

Ying Hou stretched out one hand, took the letter submitted by both hands, looked carefully at the fire paint on it, and saw that the fire paint was intact, but nodded slightly. A force was wrapped around the fire paint, which was minimal. If you gently disassembled the letter, the force immediately collapsed.

There were not many words in a letter, and Ying Hou had read it at once. He couldn't help but sneer and said, "I want to send troops with this Hou, attack Zhu Chongba from north to south, and then divide the two counties of Longshui and Changshui evenly."

While speaking, Yinghou shook the letter in his hand and threw it at the scholar beside him, and fell directly into the scholar's hand. A sarcastic tone continued to sound: "I don't even look at his virtues, but I am worthy of joining forces with me."

"Zhu Chongba is just a poor man. He can have the momentum now. He just took advantage of the time when this marquis was unable to rectify the prefectures and cities and then gave him a chance. Now this marquis has mastered Ying Hua's elite and it is easy to defeat Zhu Chongba."

The scribe watched the content of the letter and heard this, he couldn't help but say, "Why did the Marquis refuse Dou Changsheng?"

Ying Hou looked at the letter he submitted and slowly put it into the envelope, and said in a calm tone: "Why should I refuse?"

"Dou Changsheng was born in a humble family, but he was three points better than Zhu Chongba. Now he took the initiative to send troops to bear the pressure on this marquis. This marquis also gave him a chance. When this marquis kills Zhu Chongba, he will leave him a complete body."

The scribe nodded slowly and asked again: "The letter said that the army was raised in three months, and the time was too long. Should we start preparing secretly first?"

Yinghou looked at the scholar and said disdainfully: "After all, I am from a poor and humble person, I am sneaky in my work, so I can start to prepare directly. This marquis sent troops to be open and upright, and used a dignified army to attack Zhu Chongba. Don't mention these words again."

Ying Hou snorted coldly, swayed his sleeves, and left with a big stance, leaving only the scholar. Looking at Ying Hou's back, anger appeared in the scholar's calm eyes, and the nails in his hand had already penetrated into the flesh.

I have worked diligently for so many years but I can't stand my background.

When he walked out of Yinghou's mansion, he looked at the three words "Yinghou's mansion" written on the high-hanging plaque. The scholar looked expressionless.

Suddenly, a strong arm was pushed directly on the scribe, and a force was transmitted, causing the scribe to stagger and walk four or five steps in a row to stabilize his body and almost fall to the ground.

The voice of scolding sounded: "Dare you dare to stand in the middle of the gate of the mansion, don't know the rules and regulations. Is this where you can come?"

"Chen Wenli, like you, is a gift to you, being able to enter the Marquis' Mansion is already a gift to you, and you dare to enter and exit the main door."

Chen Wenli looked at a man in brocade clothes, standing under the Hou's mansion, with a slave following him, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and was imposing. He frowned and said angrily: "I am an official appointed by the court. I have been following Hou Ying for six years. Can't I even leave the main gate?"

The man in brocade sneered and mocked, "Your official is just given by your uncle. You are a dog from my family. Now you dare to yell with your master."

"Dog official, dog official, is the one who is a dog like you."

Chen Wenli's face turned red and he said furiously: "Rareless!"

The man in the brocade said disdainfully: "It is worthy of your attention to you when you can be a dog for me. You see, others don't even have the qualifications to be a dog."

The man in brocade stretched out his hand to pull a strong slave, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Say? Would you like to be a dog?"

The slave said directly: "Wow, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wool, wo

He started to scream continuously, and the man in Jinyi laughed, reached out and slapped the other person's shoulder, and then stretched out his hand to keep saying, "Did you see?"

"My dog ​​is not short of you. If you don't want to be a dog, just get out."

He looked at his slave and praised him, "You are not bad. When you go back, I will find my uncle, recommend you an errand and become a dog official."

Chen Wenli was angry and embarrassed, with a rosy face like a monkey butt, and cursed angrily: "It's a shame for you!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, and never looked at these things again. The laughter that spread from behind was like some kind of sharp knife, inserted into Chen Wenli's heart one after another, and a feeling of chill continued to arise.

Chen Wenli returned home and looked at the man sitting in the house.

The man was nearly thirty years old, his face was as sharp as a knife, and he sat upright on a chair. At this moment, he was holding a teacup with one hand, his five fingers were relatively slender, but there were obvious calluses in his palm. At this time, he looked at Chen Wenli with a pair of bright eyes and said in a gentle tone: "Mr. Chen suffered such a great humiliation?"

"How are you feeling good?"

Chen Wenli's eyes were too long and he looked at the man and said bluntly: "How do you know Chang Pu?"

"Yes!"

"This time, when did the idiot come back, it seems that someone asked him to come back so early."

Chang Pu did not deny it and said very calmly: "I asked him to come back early when the cause and today's fruit, but what he said specifically is not something I can control."

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"Mr. Chen, like my master, is from a poor family, but he is unwilling to be like this. He has been studying hard for so many years and has been able to achieve today, but he is not able to defeat the second word."

"Wang Hou valued his background, and his civil and military officials were not children of aristocratic families who could not take on great responsibilities. With Lord Chen's background, it was impossible for him to occupy a high position."

"On the contrary, my master is from a farmer and does not follow the family background, but only has talent. With Lord Chen's ability, if he comes to join us, my master will not be stingy at a high position."

"In the future, I will be appointed as a marquis and generals. With Lord Chen's ability, why should I continue to be insulted here and continue to waste my time?"

"Good birds choose trees to live in, and good ministers choose masters to work!"

Chen Wenli's face was gloomy and calm. Seeing Han Pu keep talking, he waved his hand and said, "No need to say more, I have something to tell General Zhu."
Chapter completed!