MTL - Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin-Chapter 186 Overbearing General Pretty Army Division (5)

Feeling sleepless.

Chi Xiaochi rose up in a cloak, lit a candlelight, and did not forget to wrap his husband in a fur coat, for fear that he might catch cold.

After listening to him talk about dreams in detail, Lou Ying frowned: "Did you think about it anyway? Or what do you want to remind us from time to time?"

"No matter what the situation is, we have to do one thing now," Chi Xiaochi said.

He said, "Write a book."

Lou Ying answered: "Go to Zhennan Pass."

Chi Xiaochi raised an eyebrow at Lou Ying and raised his voice, "Aling! Ashu!"

"Zhennanguan?"

When A Shu, who was napping in the outside, was called in, he was groggy. At the first hearing of it, he felt a lot of energy: "But what happened to the general?"

Chi Xiaochi said, "It ’s still a good day to spend a month or two in a happy life. I ’m tired from the turbulence of the day. I had a dream today and woke up to miss my father, so I wanted to accompany my father to Zhennan Pass Do your best to be filial. "

Hearing that there was no war, Ah Shu seemed to let down his heart and sighed: "My son, how can you mention this? Last time you came back from Zhennanguan, you were injured, and the injuries on your legs will be raised for a long time. I am afraid of people when I see it. Ah Shu hopes that the frontier will be safe forever. You can be at home everyday, do less things like dancing swords and guns, hire a young lady as soon as possible, and spread your leaves ... "

A Shu won the heart of Chi Koike.

"Okay, okay, I know I'm the only hope in our village at the time." Chi Xiaochi asked with a smile. "I'd like to ask Master Ashu to grind the ink for me, and I'll give it up tomorrow morning."

A Shu: "..." Hey.

"Why are you on the night?" Chi Xiaochi casually asked, "Where is Aling?"

A Shu went to the desk, took the ink ingots, poured water into the ink cup, grinded a piece of ink, and then took the empty fold, and stood by: "According to the rules, I returned to the house before the curfew. A Ling had been there in the middle of the night, and I saw that he was so sleepy that his eyes could not be opened, so he asked him to rest first, and I would wait for the son in the middle of the night. "

Chi Xiaochi said: "You don't have to wait here. I have to discuss it with my son-in-law.

Ah Shu made a sound and came to the bed, helping the son-in-law to get out of bed.

Chi Xiaochi unfolded the book and asked behind him, "Ashu, how is your sister?"

Ah Shu seemed to be thinking about his own mind. After hearing the words for a moment, he just laughed: "Trusted by the son's blessing, Ah Qing is all right. He has grown a lot lately, and his needlework is much better than a month ago. She has always said that she would like to make a blessing for the son in accordance with the southern Xinjiang tradition. Wearing it would be inaccessible. I also laughed at her. She and I both entered the customs at an early age, drank the water of the Central Plains, and ate the food of the Central Plains. No one from the southern Xinjiang has seen a few, why bother to follow the southern Xinjiang ... "

Chi Xiaochi said, "She's interested."

"How the son is so polite." A Shu Fu Lou Ying sat in a wheelchair. "At that time, A Qing and his grandfather and grandmother both got the epidemic. If it were not for the son's help, there would still be a life for him. Ende, this life belongs to the son, and the son wants to take it at any time. "

"Go, I want your fate." Chi Xiaochi said, "Hey, he's not old, he looks like a little old man."

The old man A Shu smiled a little shyly, revealing two dimples, and then went away.

The door was closed, and Li Shushu slaps in front of the door for two laps. It seems that he has made up his mind and turned to walk outside the courtyard. He whispered something to the two servants outside the courtyard and returned to his hut.

The Shi family treats their descendants kindly, and most of the servants of the inner courtyard live in single-family houses.

He changed into a thick robe, and quickly dressed up, opened the box under the bed, took a wooden box, opened it, and it looked like a stack of silver tickets.

He locked the box with a small lock, walked to the door, stopped for a moment, and turned back. He took out another small box from the box, and didn't even have time to look at it. Can Mo wrote a few lines of strong and beautiful words, folded the paper three times, stuffed them into small boxes, locked them together, took the general's waist card and went to the general's back door.

Uncle Huang behind the back door yawned and opened the door for him: "Ashu, where are you going?"

Li Yanshu bowed his head, holding a large, a small, two wooden boxes, and stomped his feet in fear of being cold: "My son asked me to do something."

Li Yishu is a major general and a loyal and good-natured man. Uncle Huang doubted him, so he let him go out, not forgetting to remind him: "The curfew, don't forget to bring your waist tag. I will keep the door for you. come back?"

Li Yishu looked up at the sky and replied, "Four more."

After all, he held the box and disappeared into the night.

As soon as A Shu left, Chi Xiaochi turned to ask: "Sir, how to write a memorial?"

After all, Chi Xiaochi was just a senior high school student, and he never wrote an application for membership.

The cricket of the wheelchair came from the bedside.

Immediately facing the table, Chi Xiaochi pushed the memorial to the side, waiting for his family to go into battle, preaching and preaching.

Under the shadow of a lamp, a tiger skin owl spread out, gently encircling Chi Xiaochi from behind, like a net catching a fish.

A slightly colder hand held his right hand, guided him to push the memorial back to his eyes, and guided him to hold the brush.

Lou Ying said in his ear: "I always thought that it is better to teach people to fish."

Ichiko Ichi, who was still thinking about things, had no idea what to do. For a while, my mind was filled with braised carp and steamed sea bass, which was delicious.

Lou Ying guided him to write down the title, sign his name, and asked him: "Is it uncomfortable to hold it like this?"

Chi Koike shook his head.

"Don't want to vomit?"

Chi Koike shook his head.

Lou Ying wrote an homage to the emperor at the top of his right hand, and his left hand gently caught his pulse: "His face is okay, but his heartbeat is a little faster."

As he was doing business, he sighed: "It could be monitored in real time before, but now it can only be touched."

As he said, he exaggerated Chi Koike: "That's good."

Finding that Chi Xiaochi couldn't breathe a bit, Lou Ying stopped teasing him, just thinking about why he was so cute.

He held Chi Xiaochi's pulse with one hand, and the other hand, the ink characters flowed out from the pen end, which was quite chic and wishful, and it was exactly the handwriting of the past.

Imitation is not difficult for him, he learned it after a few glances.

The memorial is very concise, and the reason is also very bright. When speaking bluntly, the cloud does not want to spend time, spend time, and go to the military to practice, serve the monarch, and do his family's responsibility.

If the original owner's dream is true, then the family's catastrophe will begin with the killing.

For the resurrection of life, they must at least stay with his father and save his father's life.

After Chi Xiaochi calmed down, he examined the handwriting on the paper and saw that he had mentioned himself in the memorial, and he was surprised: "You also want to go?"

Lou Ying put his chin lightly on the shoulder of Chi Xiaochi, and stared at the pen writing place seriously: "I have to look at you."

"The border is very bitter." Chi Xiaochi moved his body and wanted to tell him to look at himself and think about it. "Furthermore, the world line is also unclear. Who knows whether the mission is an inner ghost or someone else. You stay In Wangcheng, you can also help me guard the rear. "

"No need." Lou Ying calmly, "We will get the world line."

Chi Xiaochi: "Mr. Is there a way to go back?"

Lou Ying said, "No."

"that……"

"I can't get over the mountain," Lou Yingdu said, "but someone will think of a way. Don't worry."

On the afternoon of the day when the memorial was handed over, the emperor conveyed his will, and stopped to enter the palace, and met in the Imperial Study Room.

Noting that the emperor had called for several princes to come, Chi Xiaochi had three points in his heart, his face remained unchanged, and his heart frowned slightly.

"... Zhennanguan?" After listening to the stop, Yun Yanzhao's face changed slightly. "But what is the battle?"

The emperor said: "No, it's Dingyun, please go to Bianguan. Shi Qing stays out all year round. Dingyun cares about his father, loves his country, and is pure and honest. It's moving."

Several princes stared at each other, guessing something.

Some bowed their heads in silence, and some flashed.

It ’s a glorious experience to go to the army. When the emperor was the prince, he also served in the Northern Government for two years during the peaceful period of the borderland. Once he had made a lot of military achievements, he also learned about the suffering of the border fighters There was glory on the third place. Today, the emperor specially called the princes to come.

Yan Yuanzhao was a little hesitant, and thought about it, and was about to step out of rank: "Children ..."

Yan Yuanheng stepped out behind him, arching calmly: "Father, sons and daughters are willing to go."

Yan Yuanzhao's pace was stiff, he stood firm, and laughed: "Since the 13th brother is willing to go, I won't take people away."

Having said that, Yan Yuanzhao turned back and blinked at Yan Yuanheng lightly.

However, Yan Yuanheng was still in the proper manner and looked like Bai Xueqingsong, and looked like a bayonet brushed by snow.

Yan Yuanzhao asked for nothing, turned his head and stopped when he glanced at it.

... Don't leave for a while, Liu Ye will listen to your explanation.

The emperor saw Yan Yuanheng voluntarily went, and the dragon heart was very happy, and he appreciated the sword of General Shi Xiao, and made Yan Yuanheng tidy and clean up, and set off half a month later.

Chi Xiaochi mouth thanked, but was not at ease.

This is exactly what Koike pond is worried about.

If the strange dream happened last night, who knows when General Shi will be killed?

This matter is imminent, but if you go to Zhennan Pass without permission from the emperor, the status of Shijia will inevitably cause some discussion and the reputation of Shijia will be damaged.

Now that the opponent's game may have begun, if you do n’t want to fall into the trap, one needs intelligence and the other needs to take the initiative.

Getting information is not easy.

In order to avoid criticism, the Shi family was rather clean and self-contained, and rarely tainted the affairs in the court, let alone cultivated their own forces. There were few information networks in Beijing. Therefore, in order to see the whole picture of the incident, the world line is needed in the final analysis.

Fortunately, Chi Xiaochi never counts on luck, and the world line has the best. If not, look for another way out.

If you take the initiative, who should start with?

Li Yeshu, who went out privately last night, said that it was Chu Ziling who went back to his room to rest, but was not actually in the room. He held Yan Yuanzhao's selfish desire to make friends with the original owner, or Yan Yuanheng who offered to ask for help and wanted to go to the border?

Within the Lord God space.

089 is sitting in the office of 023, and the light blue light pattern of the brain is projected on the two men's white shirts, making waves like seawater.

089 The seventh time the docking signal is issued, it still shows that the docking failed.

023 asked him: "Still not connected to 61?"

089 put down the communicator and said sadly: "Yeah. Dad is sad, and he will only contact me when he needs living expenses."

How long has 023 been acting on him? He bowed his head and clicked on the buttons of the game console, and said, "Yes, the signal is not good. Besides, 61 is doing a task, you have to pull him to work with you?

089 condemns: "You don't care about him."

023: "What do I do with him?"

089 sighed: "So too. I can't help it."

023 With no expression and no head up, he kicked his wheelchair out.

089 eyes are fast, and he grabbed his slippery ankles. The two wheelchairs slipped out together, bumped against the wall, and rolled over.

023 struggled to get up and found that the bird who had played more than 3,000 points hit the wall with a big "GameOver" on the screen.

023 Annoyed, he lifted his feet at 089, patiently grabbed his calf, held his back, hugged him face to himself into his arms, and put it on the desk: "Okay, You lose you. "

023 Tossed him with the book on the table: "Who do you coax?"

089: "How about ten night shifts for you?"

023 snorted: "Don't even think about it, if you use the GV under your brain, you can get hundreds of G in a night, it will be cheaper to die, and you want to be beautiful."

089 said, "Then I'll call you back?"

023 threw the game console to him: "3217 points. If you can't come back, don't leave this door today."

089 hesitated, picked up the game console, and manipulated the bird to move lightly up and down.

023 asked him to stay here to play the game, went out the door himself, took two steps and turned back, and said fiercely: "What do you want to eat at night?"

089 busy: "Curry."

023 muttered: "You are so beautiful. Curry."

After all, he closed the door and walked towards the supermarket.

Sitting alone in the empty room, 089 hummed and played games while thinking about his mind.

Last time, when he returned to Space 061, he had obviously used the amulet he had given him.

At that time, he suspected that the "Between Xu" had moved hands and feet over 61, but had failed.

Therefore, this time, he intentionally kept an eye on him, and began to look for opportunities to contact him after the next mission of 61, but the signals sent were like a sinking sea and no message.

It seems to be in trouble again.

089 controlled the bird in the game with one hand, stroking the tear mole under one hand, and slowly thinking about how to deal with it.

After half an hour.

When 023 returned to the office with two curries, the office was empty. The 023 game console was quietly lying on the table. The game screen above showed a pause.

3217 points, not many points, and many points.

023 picked up the game console, with the palm of the man still on it.

……Where did he go?