Just as they were talking, a voice came from outside the tent, "Batian, did this King come at the right time?"
With a clear conscience, Huang Batian calmly invited the people outside in.
The people of the Plantation Forest felt slightly guilty. They immediately bowed and greeted, "Greetings, Your Highness, King Jing."
"We're all brothers, don't be so polite." Ji Changrui said with a smile. He originally wanted to sit at the head of the table, but he suddenly thought of something and didn't go. He only said to Huang Batian, "The time is ripe. Batian, make the arrangements. This Prince will wait for the good news."
How could Huang Batian not know that he was sitting on pins and needles? He replied respectfully, "Yes, Your Highness, you can just send someone to deliver the message. There's no need for you to take the risk yourself. We all know that Li Ku's target is you. "
Ji Changrui instantly felt a little better. When he thought of how the troops had been deployed these past few days, he felt a little apologetic. He said, "If this matter succeeds, the deceased brothers from the Lulin Forest will be given double the compensation. Their sons, daughters, and descendants will also be given a chance to be recommended to Great Corner Academy. Whether they are accepted or not will depend on their own abilities."
This was the real benefit. The group of people from the Wood Forest Faction who had some complaints immediately expressed their gratitude.
Ji Changrui was quite pleased. After chatting for a while, he returned to the city.
The military counselor said, "Boss, what strategy did His Highness come up with? Do you need our help? "
Huang Batian said, "All of you will carry out the military orders as usual." Finishing his words, he left.
At a tea stall ten miles away, the little Daoist boy woke up at the same time as usual to clean the stove, tables, and chairs.
The owner of the tea stall had disappeared before they checked in. It was obvious that he had been scared away by the army.
She and Li Ku occupied this place. More than ten steps from the tea stall, there were still traces of blood from yesterday's fierce battle. The corpses were cleaned up in the latter half of the night. During these past few days, she already killed who knew how many. She didn't seem to mind too much, continuing to cook porridge for Li Ku to eat like usual.
Cooking porridge was also very particular. Once the heat was over, the porridge would become mushy, and if there was less soup, it would be difficult to eat. In the morning, one had to eat bland food. Bland and delicious food were difficult to make.
Today, she was making pine flower porridge that she learned from an unknown mountain village. First, she used sweet potato flour and salt to marinate the meat for a period of time. Then, she boiled the oil in the pan and set it aside. She then washed the pan clean, washed the rice, and put it into the pan to boil. She added a lid and waited for the water to boil. Then, she cut two century eggs and boiled them for about an hour. She removed the lid, cut two century eggs, and boiled them for about an hour. When the soup thickened, she added salt and other seasonings. Then, she put the lean meat into the pan and boiled it for about a quarter of an hour.
Li Ku smelled it, immediately jumping up from the bed. He first went to wash his face, and then sat on the table, looking a bit expectant.
She brought it over, and the two of them took small bowls to eat.
"En en, only this congee, I've never been willing to eat less." Li Ku was full of praise.
The little Daoist boy was also very satisfied to see him eating happily. She didn't eat much, most of it going into Li Ku's stomach. After Li Ku finished eating, he waited for the tea to be drunk.
The little Daoist boy pointed at the old tea leaves in the lid.
"There aren't any more tea leaves?" Li Ku smacked his lips. "Then let's just enter the city today."
At this time, they only heard the beating of drums from the other side. Shouts of war rushed over from the other side like a tide.
"Let's go." Li Ku stood up, leading the little Daoist boy out to welcome them.
The two of them arrived on the official path. Under the morning radiance that was covered in who knew how many dewdrops, their figures seemed to be reflected in who knew how many mirrors, extremely eye-catching.
Those who were charging forward all turned pale, and all of them stopped in an instant.
"It's Li Ku, Li Ku came out!"
One of them cried out, unable to endure the alarm, fleeing backwards.
The Greenwood Tribe were still the vanguard, so the ones who ran were naturally their subordinates. They didn't care about the military's rules either, deserters rarely shouldering responsibility.
"What do we do?"
This problem didn't only affect them who were currently charging. The people who had already made great preparations were also badly battered.
"Li Ku, this old man brought some good wine. Do you want to give me the honor?"
A figure descended from the sky, blocking Li Ku's path.
When Li Ku saw the one who came, his expression changed greatly. The sour, sweet, bitter and astringent memories of the past surged in his mind, ultimately turning into a complex and difficult greeting. "Mister …"
The old man was the Right Minister, Ban Zhao.
Li Ku especially remembered Ban Zhao's humor and easygoing nature. At that time, his eyes were filled with a peaceful and wise radiance, could be said to be an extremely amiable elder.
He was an old man back then, and even now, he was still an old man. Nothing had changed. His clothes and hair were still dry and clean, but his long face had become a little thinner. His smile was no longer as amiable as before, and his spirit was even more serene. When he looked at her, his eyes would occasionally flash with a piercing light. He knew that this light was a kind of desire.
It was this desire that pulled him out of his memories. With a rather unnatural tone, he said, "Sir, you weren't involved in what happened back then, so it has nothing to do with you. Those who had nothing to do with it were bystanders who only looked at it with their eyes. But now that you want to stop me, it's a problem. You, think carefully. "
"What, are you threatening your teacher again?" Ban Zhao removed the tobacco at his waist, lighting it. While smoking, he said with a smile that wasn't a smile, "This old one's old bones actually can't invite you for a drink? Right, with your current strength, it is more than enough to look down on the human realm. However, before this, you always stole wine from my room, yet I didn't even blame you. You only cared about boasting, saying that in the future, you will treat me to the best wine. Then, where is the wine? "
The expression on Li Ku's face became more and more unnatural, as if he was feeling a bit bitter, but also as if he was reminiscing. He muttered, "I wasn't the only one who stole the wine, why did mister only capture me …"
"Let's drink." Ban Zhao said while walking into the tea stall, sitting down at the table Li Ku and Li Ku were eating congee at, fetching wine and cups.
Li Ku thought for a bit, and then said to the little daoist child, "Get rid of them."
He returned to the tea stall, also sitting down, watching in a daze as Ban Zhao poured wine for him.
"We …" Ban Zhao said a bit happily. "It's been more than twenty years since we parted, right? I knew a long time ago that you were still alive, but I really didn't want to think about the events of the past, so in the end, I didn't look for you. "
Li Ku drank a cup, and then said, "The world is only that big, you can see, hear, and smell without even looking."
Ban Zhao poured another cup for him, but then said with a sigh, "However, old bones, what hope do they have? They often don't want to see, hear, or smell."
"Does mister attribute entering the royal court to the decline of one's spirit?" Li Ku said acidly.
Ban Zhao stopped, a bit absent-minded. Then, he sighed, and then with a bit of sharpness, he pointed out, "You might as well say that it is to search for more possibilities. In this world, teachers cannot compare to students, what kind of reasoning is this? "
At this moment, the expression in his eyes completely changed, becoming a type of desire.
Li Ku's expression became cold. He suddenly turned his head, finding that the little daoist child had unknowingly when been grabbed by an extremely pretty hand through an extremely strange method.
Earth Fiend Art!
The road surface caved in.
He reached out a hand towards the flute at his waist, killing intent already spreading.
The tobacco pipe in Ban Zhao's hands reached out with lightning speed, pressing against the flute.
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