It took Ji Jiu three days to restore the yard to its former neatness. Rotten doors and windows, broken water tanks, overturned stone tables, and bumpy earth walls... It quietly restored everything as before. Ji Jiu sat in the sun in the sun. The sun was warm, the breeze conveyed the fragrance of flowers, and he drank tea with a peaceful expression. It seemed that the world was quiet and beautiful, impeccable.

Those despair and sorrow, sadness and joy are all hallucinations.

Last year, there was a severe drought in the south of the Yangtze River. There was another locust plague in the northwest of the year before yesterday. The heavy rainstorms of the previous year were flooding, and countless grain fields were flooded. In this year, the local gentry and the government opened warehouses to provide disaster relief, and it was only after this year that the weather was good. In such years, the army went on a battle to work hard and hurt the people. The army set off, and the food and grass were first, and there was no food. Therefore, the emperor and Ji Jiu were waiting for a good year, and wait for more money and food to cope with a great battle.

Ji Jiu yawned, rubbed his eyes, got up and returned to the room, sat in front of the desk and opened the pile of letters to read.

There were a few letters that had been opened, and Ji Jiu took out the paper again. Most of them were just military information. The letters were just a few lines of words, which were ordinary trivial matters, and only one of them. Ji Jiu looked at them for a long time and there were only two lines of words inside. The things mentioned were unusual. The letter said that the Hun army had been moving recently.

Ji Jiu thought for a long time, and the first thing he could be sure was that he had not yet found the enemy, and the enemy had come by himself. Then, he could also be sure that since even he could receive this message, the emperor would have received it. In the end, Ji Jiu could not be sure of the emperor's intention - whether he wanted him to hide here and let him come back when the last battle came, or... he didn't want him to fight this battle at all?

If it was the former, if the Huns attacked, Ji Jiu was sure that he could lead the troops to fight this time, and if it was the latter... Ji Jiu thought about it, but he didn't quite understand why it was like this?

Didn’t you agree? He became the emperor and he became his general.

Didn’t you agree? He holds the world and he will make peace for him.

Didn't it be agreed?

Ji Jiu threw away the letter, not knowing what else can be believed in this world.

He could only wait and wait for the imperial edict to come. In fact, he was not impatient. Ji Jiu always felt that if the Huns attacked, he would have to go to meet this battle himself. He looked at the court and the country coldly, and no one knew the Huns better than him.

The two years in Huangsha are not a waste of time.

It was getting darker and the door was knocked. Ji Jiu got up and went to open the door. An old man with a wrinkled face carried a greasy package and handed it to him with a jar of freshly called wine.

Ji Jiu smiled and said, "Thank you, Uncle Ya, I've been bothering you recently."

The old man who was called the mute uncle quickly waved his hand, opened his mouth and shouted "Ahhh", but couldn't say the complete words.

Ji Jiu put the meal on the table, and the Yawang made a gesture to go to work, cover the door, and return to the yard.

Turning the oil lamp a little, Ji Jiu sat at the table and silenced his supper. The pancakes made by the farmer should have been made for him, so the oil was added, and a lot of diced meat was also put on the table. The oil stains flowed along the veins of the lotus leaves. Ji Jiu had no appetite, but he didn't want to let down the wishes of the Yawang family. He ate it in big mouthfuls, swallowed it down with water and wine, and swallowed most of it.

The remaining half could not be eaten no matter how much, so I put it aside, poured wine into the teacup, and tilted my head to drink it.

The wine is cold, but it is warm in the stomach, and then it will warm all over the body. His alcohol content has always been very good and he will not get drunk easily.

He drank until late at night, and there was a rumbling sound in the house where the doors and windows were closed. Ji Jiu paused with the wine bowl, and a few drops of hops sprinkled out, and fell on his green robe.

Yimo also held a jar of wine and placed it next to his wine jar, one jar in one jar, as if it was on his shoulders.

Ji Jiu slowly put down the teacup, looked at the two jars of wine standing side by side on the table, and waited for a while before saying, "There is no food to serve."

Yi Mo sat opposite him, took an upside down tea bowl, put it in, poured wine for himself, and said, "No."

Ji Jiu smiled, nodded and said yes, and said, "Is there anything wrong?"

"I'll say goodbye," Yimo said.

Something seemed to flash in Ji Jiu's eyes, but it was too fast, and even Yi Mo couldn't catch it. I'm afraid that only Ji Jiu himself knew what he was thinking at that moment.

But Ji Jiu didn't say that, just raised the wine cup and said lightly: "Since that's the case, this glass of wine will be practiced for you."

Yimo drank it.

They didn't talk for a long time, and each of them drank by themselves. Occasionally, their eyes met, but they quickly separated. Ji Jiu's eyes always looked away first, looking at one side or the other, and they were always unwilling to look at him, perhaps because they didn't want to, or perhaps they didn't dare.

Ji Jiu drank a lot first, so his wine jar lit up first.

After shaking the empty wine jar, Ji Jiu said, "It's gone."

Yi Mo filled his wine for him, poured it on himself, put down the small amount of jar left, and said, "It's divided."

Ji Jiu had a good alcohol tolerance and didn't care what wine he poured for him. However, after drinking three cups in a row, Ji Jiu felt a little dazed, and his heart beat very fast, and he could even hear the noise of blood flowing rapidly in his blood vessels. Ji Jiu rubbed his forehead and asked, "What kind of wine is this? It's so amazing."

"Spring wine." Yi Mo said, and said again: "Also called Daughter Hong. I stolen it. The woman in that family is ugly and cripple, and no one wants it. The spring wine her father brewed for her has been buried for more than 40 years. Anyway, no one will drink it, so I will bring it."

Ji Jiu held his forehead and glared at him at first, but then he couldn't help but laugh softly when he listened.

With this smile, the blood and blood surging, and my head was a little dizzy.

Ji Jiu said: "Is there any more?"

Yi Mo picked up the wine jar and shook it again, "There is still a little left."

"Give it all to me." Ji Jiu rushed to say, and carried the wine jar into his arms.

Yi Mo looked at his empty hands and sighed, "Do you want me to dig another jar?"

In the past, Ji Jiu would definitely refuse this question immediately without considering it. But tonight, as if it suddenly became complicated, Ji Jiu thought about it for a long time and finally said, "Has her father made a lot?"

Yimo said: "Three altars."

Ji Jiu said "Oh" and then said, "Then I want another jar." He paused a little, and asked him as if he was feeling uneasy, "Anyway, she will not get married again, right?"

Yi Mo thought for a while and finally decided: "In her situation, it is difficult to get married."

Ji Jiu was settled.

After drinking the last little wine, Ji Jiu leaned on the table, her face turned red and her breathing was a little rapid, which was a sign of drunken people. Her eyes were also confused, and she had a wet color.

After lying for a while, Ji Jiu muttered, "What kind of person is Shen Qingxuan?" He was so drunk that he was a little confused. After Yi Mo heard this, it took him a while to understand what he was asking.

After thinking about it, Yi Mo said, "Bad guy."

Ji Jiu lay on the table and started to laugh. I don’t know what I thought of, but I kept laughing, and tears burst out, but I still couldn’t help it.

Yi Mo leaned over and looked at him for a while, "Drink too much?"

"No." Ji Jiu said immediately. Usually, those who drink too much say that they don't drink too much, Yi Momo is gone.

Talking to drunken people is usually the most difficult, because their thoughts are floating, sometimes east, sometimes west, sometimes south, sometimes north, and you will never know what he will say next.

Yi Mo encountered this problem.

The moment before, Ji Jiu was still saying that he was not drunk. The next moment, Ji Jiu asked: "What are you doing to force me?"

Yi Mo was thinking and was about to answer, but Ji Jiu jumped to another question and asked: "Who do you want me to be?"

Because he was drunk, Yi Mo was also frank. He didn't think about it this time and said directly: "Of course it's Shen Qingxuan."

Ji Jiu raised his eyes, looked at him blankly for a while, and then asked him in a particularly innocent tone: "What should Ji Jiu do?"

Yi Mo was embarrassed for a while and honestly said, "I don't know."

Ji Jiu suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at his nose. His posture seemed to be cursing. Yi Mo leaned back and instinctively wanted to hide. As a result, Ji Jiu pointed at him for a moment, stopped his hand, and ridiculed him mercilessly: "Idiot."

"..." Yi Mo didn't know where his thinking went.

Ji Jiu supported his head with the hand that just pointed at him, and asked drunkenly with his eyes closed: "Have you ever thought about meeting someone like Ji Jiu before you looked for Shen Qingxuan?"

Yimo said: "I thought about it."

"Then have you thought about how to solve it?"

Yimo said: "I thought about it, but there is no way."

Ji Jiu laughed "hehe", as if he was very funny, and kept laughing. After laughing enough, he said again: "Idiot." Yi Mo blinked and heard Ji Jiu mutter: "You can't even think clearly, just look for it blindly. So what if you find it? You have no strategy in doing things, you are idiot."

"..." Yi Mo generously disagreed with him.

"Ji Jiu became Shen Qingxuan, what should Ji Jiu do?" Without looking at him again, Ji Jiu supported his head and thought about this question with his brain that had begun to tie knots. He murmured: "Ji Jiu entered the palace at the age of nine, and at the age of sixteen, he forced the old emperor down. The family had 100 lives on his shoulders. Later, he became a general in the military camp, married and had children. Well... He also promised Chen Ming to be his general of military troops to fight the Huns," Ji Jiu paused, slapped the table and cursed: "The emperor is a liar!"

Yi Mo was stunned for a moment, "Why did you lie to you?" The topic became floating again.

"He said he asked me to fight the Huns." Ji Jiu stood up, stumbled to the front of the case, took a stack of letters and threw them to him, and said fiercely: "Look, the Huns are almost at the door of their homes, and he still let me stay here!"

Yi Mo opened the letter and was about to read it, but Ji Jiu took it over. He said to him with a serious expression: "You peek at the military information!" He shouted again: "Come here, tie him up for me, he is doing it in detail!"

Yi Mo sighed, with a headache.

He stood up and grabbed Ji Jiu's shoulder. Yi Mo shook him and said, "Look clearly who I am."

Ji Jiu stopped and called for someone. After looking at him for a while, three words suddenly popped up: "Old demon snake!"

Yi Mo: "..." Fortunately, I still recognize it.

Ji Jiu pushed him away because he suddenly exerted force. Yi Mo was pushed away without being wary. Ji Jiu stood there, swaying slightly, looked at him for a while, and said, "What did you do in the early years? Why didn't I come to me when I first entered the palace? When those princes were thinking of ways to mess with us, they didn't see you. What's the use of finding us now?"

Yimo said: "Will it be useful to find you earlier?"

Ji Jiu laughed: "It's better than finding you now. It's still time for me to be a playboy at that time."

"Yi Mo." Ji Jiu suddenly raised his voice and shouted loudly: "Ji Jiu didn't have time to turn back and be a playboy. You're too late!"

The quiet courtyard was no longer calm because of his sudden loud shout, and even alarmed the dogs from the farmers' houses not far away, and a barking sounded suddenly.

Yi Mo stood for a moment and said, "You can't be a playboy." He said, "Because you are the only son of the Ji family."

Ji Jiu was stunned and asked back, "Is that true?" Seeing Yi Mo nodding, he was stunned again, and then said, "Yes."

Yimo said: "Yes."

Ji Jiu waited for a while and said, "Anyway, you are looking for Shen Qingxuan. What does Ji Jiu have to do with you?" This topic suddenly came around here again. Ji Jiu said, suddenly felt that what he said was reasonable, and quickly added: "That's right, what does it have to do with you?"

Yimo paused and said, "For me, it's no different."

"Nonsense." Ji Jiu immediately retorted, and said with a word: "Then I will make you an immortal, why don't you go?"

"But..." Shen Qingxuan asked me to go, but I didn't go either. He didn't say this, but Ji Jiu waved his sleeves and said in a nutshell: "You want to treat me as Shen Qingxuan, but you have never heard me say no, you just want it. You want it. You are the same with Shen Qingxuan? After all, you just treat me as a tool for your thoughts."

This time, although his thinking was jumping very quickly, Yi Mo knew what he was talking about and immediately said: "Shen Qingxuan never said 'no'."
To be continued...