Outside the gate of the Zhenguo Mansion, the grandfather and grandson looked at each other.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Zhao Dingbian's eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life. His originally simple but neat clothes were now full of mud and had a few sword marks, but fortunately he was okay.

On the other hand, the Huolin Horse had a small wound on its long face.

From a distance, I thought I had a double eyelid cut.

"Your grandma..."

The old man pondered for a long time, but in the end he didn't say anything, and just let out a long sigh.

Zhao Hao knew that the result would definitely not be ideal. Although he had never been to the wilderness, a place like the wilderness must be very big. If grandma was willing to see her, she would have met her long ago and it would never have been delayed until now.

Of course, there may be a turning point, and the turning point is an inland river incident.

Judging from the current situation, there is a high probability that grandma already knows, and will definitely be angry if she finds out. However, the result of her anger is not to meet the old man, but to deceive Huang He by some means.

so……

The old man was destined to miss the mark.

Zhao Hao went up to him, tugged on the old man's clothes, and couldn't help grinning: "Are all wild people so cruel? Can your clothes be cut like this?"

The old man came back to his senses and rolled his eyes at him: "My clothes are not made of gold. Don't leave them outside. Let's go home!"

With that said, he kicked Huolinma on the butt.

The beast neighed and jumped into the courtyard wall. According to Zhao Hao's precise parabola analysis, it should just land on the rockery where it lives.

This beast is really good at physics!

The old man looked around, took a deep look at the tree diagonally opposite, and then dragged Zhao Hao into the yard.

When the door of Zhenguo Mansion was closed, a black figure fell to the ground with a bang, vomiting blood.

After he had vomited enough, he glanced at the gate of the Zhenguo Mansion in horror, and then hurried towards the palace, a mouthful of blood foaming in his throat as he took a step forward.

The Flying Fish Movement, which was originally as light as a feather, stumbled every step of the way today, breaking many tiles and causing every household to curse, and finally had to fall to the ground and stumble towards the palace.

…

Zhenguofu.

The old man sat down slowly, rubbed the jade ring on his hand, and sighed softly: "Where are your parents?"

Zhao Hao also glanced at the jade ring and replied: "They went to the theater. Why don't you first tell me what happened these days?"

"You come with me!"

The old man took Zhao Hao to the study, but did not tell Zhao Hao a story immediately.

Instead, he first took off his coat, took out a cloth bag from somewhere, took out his needle and thread and started sewing by the light.

The dignified Duke of Zhen was actually sewing clothes.

Zhao Hao was amused and walked over to ask: "Grandpa, grandma gave you these clothes, right?"

The old man responded while sewing: "Yes!"

After saying yes, he fell silent, as if there was nothing more to say.

But halfway through sewing, I rubbed my nose with my hands, and my whole state suddenly changed subtly.

It seemed that he had just woken up from a dream and fell into a brief hysteria. Now he finally regained consciousness and said slowly: "Your grandma sewed this for me with her own hands when she fell in love with me. This is the first time I have been in exile for so many years."

A new suit of clothes.”

"No wonder it's so simple!"

Zhao Hao smacked his lips: "You haven't grown up in all these years!"

The old man paused, pinched the needle with his fingers, and resisted the urge to prick Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao quickly shut up, thinking that the little old man had failed to find a wife and was in a bad mood. It would be better not to offend him, so he sat aside and waited quietly, looking extremely well-behaved.

It took a full stick of incense before the old man sewed up the few holes in the clothes. His needlework was not very skilled, but he sewed very carefully and with neat stitches.

The patch makes no difference.

Maybe it took too long to sew, and his eyes were a little sore. He rubbed them for a while before he recovered. When he released his hands, his eyes were already red.

"well!"

The old man sighed: "I didn't find it."

Zhao Hao asked: "What about the mountain cutting ax?"

The old man's lips moved and he hesitated for a long time before saying: "I only saw a statue of a mountain axe."

"statue?"

Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that the traces given by Xin Si... that is, Huang He were mountain axes or the ax marks made by it, but he did not expect it to be a statue. He couldn't help but curiously said: "This

What does the statue mean?”

"it……"

The old man couldn't speak any more. He stood there stunned for a long time and let out a long sigh.

Zhao Hao could feel that the old man was in a very low mood, so he took the initiative to change the topic: "Grandpa! What is there in the wilderness? Your clothes are cut to pieces by a master like you?"

"The little brat can't even lick!"

The old man couldn't help but scolded: "There are thousands of heroes in the world, how come you are the one who can cut my clothes through your mouth and you are considered a master?"

Zhao Hao asked with a smile: "I just thought that the generals of Wei State couldn't hurt you even a hair. These people can even cut your clothes. I just thought there are many masters in the wild."

The old man stopped talking nonsense with him and said with a slightly solemn expression: "There are indeed many masters in the wilderness. With the number of strong masters in the wilderness, if it weren't for the national destiny that enveloped the territory of the Han Dynasty, it would only be a matter of time before the Six Kingdoms were destroyed."

"So exaggerated!"

Zhao Hao was startled, but when he thought about it, it seemed to be true. Now he only knew a few people who came back from the wilderness, and their cultivation level was not low. It seemed that there were many masters in the wilderness.

National luck is a good thing.

He continued to ask: "Is there anyone in the wilderness who is stronger than you?"

The old man thought for a while and said seriously: "Maybe there is, but I haven't encountered it yet."

Zhao Hao was silent for a while and slowly extended his thumb.

This guy is so good at pretending to be a member of our old Zhao family.

By comparing the two aspects, he had a rough idea of ​​Barbarian's strength. The number of masters must be much greater than that of the Six Nations, but the ceiling of combat power may not be that high, which is a bit interesting.

"Then tell me..."

Zhao Hao still wanted to ask, but was interrupted impatiently by the old man.

"It's too early for you to understand this now. Tell me, are Mu Yancheng and Shangliangcheng the ghosts you created?"

When he first heard the news from these two cities, his first reaction was surprise, thinking that his wife might be back.

Both the target of revenge and the means of revenge are very similar to his wife.

Moreover, Muyan City and Shangliang City are relatively close to the edge of the Desolate Country and are places where the national destiny is relatively weak. These two people are indeed suitable for giving priority to revenge.

But when I thought about it, I realized that this information was completely inconsistent with the information I had investigated in the wilderness.

Combined with what I talked about with Zhao Hao in front of the bamboo building...

Sure enough, Zhao Hao stretched out his thumb and said with a shocked face: "You can guess this, he is worthy of being the Duke of Zhenguo!"

The old man was a little impatient and slapped him on the head: "Tell me! How did you do it?"

"Lao Yang made it!"

Zhao Hao blurted out.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at him. Lao Yang was indeed capable of doing these things.

but……

He continued to ask: "What I heard is that the one who took action was a woman!"

"Ouch!"

Zhao Hao slapped his thigh: "You don't know, Lao Yang's women's clothing is so beautiful!"

The old man: "..."

What this bitch is best at is talking nonsense and farting without blushing or heartbeat.

According to the investigation by his subordinates, the person who took action was definitely a woman in terms of body shape, movements and voice.

You said it's Lao Yang's women's clothing?

Why didn't you say you were wearing women's clothing?

But from the look of this kid, he is planning to be tough to the end, and he will definitely not get anything out of him if he asks.

Although Lao Yang lives in the Zhenguo Mansion, he is not technically his own, otherwise he would not secretly take the boy to Zhongcui Palace. He did not know until the boy took the initiative to admit to himself.

but……
To be continued...