Vol 2 Chapter 569: Facing a loyal servant

When Fujian said here, suddenly his stomach called out a "goo", and the sound was heard clearly by everyone, and everyone responded. From the morning to the present, he only ate a morning meal before the war. It ’s just 60% full, one day of hard work, one day of escape, it ’s already empty in the belly, just now I ran away with full concentration, no one realized this, now everyone is feeling dizzy with Fu Jian ’s stomach screaming Dazzling, two eyes risk Venus!
Muronglan also felt hungry in the belly. After all, when she was looking at Mrs. Zhang, she didn't get anything to eat and drink. She ran all the way. For a woman, since she was as strong as her female killer, she couldn't support it, but she still Shen Sheng said: "Heavenly King, the humble office is willing to go around to find some military food. Please stay here. There is General Zhang. Unless you encounter a large enemy, it should be fine."
Fu Jian looked up and saw that the wind and grass were low on all sides, and there was a depression in the wilderness. In addition to a few white cranes, crows and bald eagles were flying in the air, and the grass, From time to time, you can see the green eyes of the wild dogs flashing, all running south. It seems that in the battle of Fangshui, the two armies combined more than 100,000 corpses, enough to attract all the scavengers that are hundreds of miles away.
Fu Jian sighed: "Well, let's work harder, we're about to reach Pengcheng, as long as we enter Pengcheng, we will not lack food and drink!"
An old voice rang from the grass on one side: "King of Heaven, never enter Pengcheng!"
Fu Jian's face changed, and everyone looked nervously at where the voice came from. Zhang Oi suddenly pulled out his sword and said sharply, "Who? Come out!"
An old man with white hair, with more than twenty middle-aged and elderly men with thin yellow skin, pulled a dozen cars and walked out of the grass. The car was loaded with a lot of yellow and black cakes, and ten Jitan wine, if it is usual, Fu Jian of Jinyiyushi simply can't look down on these things, but now, for these hungry people who are forward-thinking and heart-warming, it is tantamount to a full Han!
Fu Jian's eyes began to shine, looking at the old man. His hair was braided into strips. It was the most standard hair style of Di Ren. Fu Jian swallowed and said, "Old man, where are you from?" People? Why did it appear here? "
The old man sighed: "Xiaomin is your people, and the people in Guanzhong, whose name is not enough. This time, when Tianwang went south, Xiaomin led all the village men with the army, and the strong men entered the army, and Xiaomin With these old folks, they are weak and unable to fight. They can only be left behind as civilians, delivering grain and food for the army. Today is exactly the way we are transporting grain to the front line, but I never thought of it ... " He shook his head without saying a word.
A trace of remorse flashed on Fu Jian's face: "All are lonely, self-esteem, commanding nothing, and there is today's fiasco. Not only has the loyal soldiers been affected, you civilians who should not have been involved in the war, but also suffered Now! "
The old man shook his head and said, "No, Heavenly King, we are the Di people, and even the great Qin people. Whether it is for the country or for our Di tribe, following you is our glory. When the young people are young , Once swallowed Yan from the army, hit the cold, and passed the times! Put our Daqin banner throughout the land of Kyushu, you gave us the honor of being a soldier, and Daqin, who enjoys peace in this troubled world, So even if we let us choose one more time, we will not hesitate to go south with you. This time we cannot win the Jin Kingdom, and we can rest and fight again. I believe that God has the eyes and will definitely let us win! "
Fu Jian's eyes were full of tears and his hands were trembling slightly. He grabbed the old man's hand and looked at the cracks in his hand, sobbing and said, "The lonely king is so incompetent, so good The people, but let you suffer from loneliness, have suffered so much! "
The old man smiled slightly and said, "Don't talk about anything else, King, the girl said just now, the soldiers are wild and chaotic. The chaotic soldiers outside may be bad for you. Don't stay here for long, eat these things quickly, and then go on the road. "
Fu Jian nodded, stepped forward to pick up a pie, looked around, and said: "Legacy, fellow soldiers, you worked hard today, come on, eat these things, we continue to go on the road."
Mrs. Zhang's brow furrowed and said softly, "Heaven, these foods ..." She said that she looked at the old man alertly and stopped talking.
A trace of hesitation flashed on Fujian's face. As an emperor, no matter what he used to eat, someone would try it first to prevent someone from poisoning it, but I was just excited and just took this cake. If you do n’t eat now, you are clearly doubting the old man. People seem to be sincere and follow you in distress. If you are so open to doubt, there is indeed a wind of benevolence and righteousness that you have always lost, or even violate the basic principles of life. Too.
Fu Jian was hesitating, a fragrance wind blowing along with the girl's fragrance passed by, and Murong Lan walked past him, took another cake from the car, and nibbled up, eating and laughing : "Old man, I starved to death ~ EbookFREE.me ~ My little girl eats a pie first, do you have any opinions?"
The old man also saw Fu Jian's hesitation just now, and when he was at a loss, Murong Lan made a siege like this. He laughed and nodded, "Girl, you eat slowly. I still have wine and meat here."
He said, with a wave of his hands, the men behind him took off the cloth cover of the car, the meat was overflowing, and more than a dozen roasted chickens were also exposed. As the seal of several jars of wine was opened, it was strong The taste of the horse milk also floated out. In addition to Murong Lan, Zhang Hao and others also stepped forward, drinking and eating meat, eating cakes to eat hunger. After a while, Fu Jian saw that no one had any poisonous abnormalities. I was relieved, and I went to eat with a smile. For a time, the atmosphere was tense and depressed, and this small wasteland full of sorrow became laughter.
Murong Lan finished a chicken leg, threw away the bones in his hand, wiped his mouth, and walked to a secluded angle on the side. Mrs. Zhang's voice lightly sounded behind her: "Miss Lan, why don't you doubt this meal Is it poisonous? "
Muronglan turned around. At this place, they were separated from Fujian by more than thirty steps, and they were against the wind. The voice of the speech would not be heard by the men who ate meat and huged the altar. She inadvertently A touch of hair in front of the forehead: "Because it is not necessary."