Chapter 339

Fang Xie's face didn't change at all when he heard the words of ambition. He just looked at the back of the cold and arrogant man, and Luo Yao didn't look back.

"Men naturally have ambition. A man without ambition is not as good as a pig."

Luo Yao smiled, strode forward and went out.

Fang Xie doesn't like this feeling, as if people can see clearly how many scars he has. Luo Yao's words touched him a lot, although he didn't even know whether he didn't promise to stay in the left avant-garde because of his ambition. He always thought he was still the tramp who put life first, but he never dared to face up to the growing seedling in his heart.

He looked at Luo Yao's pipe on the steps. After a moment of silence, he smashed it with a fist.

"Wild hope in the heart is ambition. People with wild hope in the mouth are just idiots."

He murmured, got up and went to his house.

Just as he was walking out a few steps, Shen qingfan and Mu Xiaoyao met him from a distance. Fang Xie was not surprised, but only warm. They knew they were not Luo Yao's opponents, but they followed. Luo Yao naturally knew that they were in the dark, but they didn't break it because of his self-confidence.

"Uncomfortable?"

Asked the sinking fan.

Fang Xie shook his head and suddenly smiled: "what's wrong? Cool... Very cool..."

He stretched out his arms and hugged Shen qingfan and Mu Xiaoyao's shoulder: "sometimes pretending is also an art. It's not easy to hear any news from Luo Yao."

As he walked, he asked, "who am I?"

Shen qingfan and Mu Xiaoyao were stunned for a moment. They didn't know what nerve Fang Xie had.

"Answer me."

"You are Fang Xie."

Mu Xiaoyao replied.

Fang Xie smiled and said: "Yes, I'm just a solution. From the five grade cavalry general, what is it in Luo dazzling? It's scum. What is the first-class village in Luo dazzling? It's scum. Nine of the martial arts academy are excellent, but five of them are sent by the emperor. What is it in Luo dazzling? It's scum. When I was young, I became an imperial envoy on behalf of the emperor. What is it in Luo dazzling? It's scum..."

Fang Xie said as he walked, laughing as he spoke.

He smiled with great pride.

"I don't know what you mean."

The sinking fan frowned slightly.

"You said..."

Fang Xie smiled and said: "Why did Luo Yao talk to a scum in his eyes for so long? It's bullshit to say that he is open-minded. How can such a person waste time with useless people? In his capacity, he needs to show his heart to the scum in his eyes? It's necessary to talk about his loyalty? It's necessary to hope that I stay in the left avant-garde so eagerly? And he has to pretend to love I feel tired for him when I come like my life. "

"His words are really not suitable for talking a lot. A normally silent person suddenly becomes talkative and a cold and arrogant person suddenly becomes kind, which can only explain one problem... He is guilty."

After Mu Xiaoyao was stunned for a while, he couldn't help asking, "what are you guilty of?"

Solution: "It's all right... So I'm more and more sure that I'm right this time. I can't really understand my life experience. He said so many loyal words to me because he was guilty of the emperor. He said that 400000 troops were waiting for your Majesty's call at any time, just like widow sun's chest. Again, he could help me practice because he was guilty of me... If we didn't have any intersection before Why is he guilty to me? "

"The most important thing is... His first sentence should not say that this is the first time we met."

Fang Xie smiled more and more brightly as he walked: "the first thing a guilty person says is often his most guilty thing. I'm sure it's not the first time I met him. I'll be sure and sure..."

Shen qingfan and Mu Xiaoyao looked at each other, and there was some surprise in their eyes.

"In the end, why did Luo Yao say you were ambitious?"

Shen qingfan asked puzzled.

Fang Xie said, "because I told him again and again that I wanted to avenge fan Gu's dead villagers and fellow robes. Since he knew about the defeat in the northwest, he may not have been unaware that fan Gu's border troops and people died not in the hands of the Mongolian Yuan people, but in the hands of Li Yuanshan. I said to avenge, it was not the Mongolian Yuan Tartars but Li Yuanshan... Who is Li Yuanshan now? A traitor!"

"What I mean in my words is to make Luo Yao think that I want to kill Li Yuanshan, and who killed Li Yuanshan represents what? It represents great credit... If I stay in the left avant-garde, I will be a general at most, and if I kill Li Yuanshan, his majesty will make me public! So Luo Yao will say that my ambition is so big that I can't even fit his left avant-garde."

"Do you really have such great ambitions?"

Mu Xiaoyao hesitated and asked.

"Ambition?"

Fang Xie smiled: "this thing is in the heart of a man. It just depends on where it is used. I really don't want to pick up fan Gu's debt of nearly 3000 lives, because I'm afraid of death and because I'm not strong enough. But now who else can pick it except me? 800 border troops... Shit, I'm the only one left."

"If killing Li Yuanshan is my ambition, that left avant-garde really can't fit."

His tone was plain, but something hit the heart of Shen qingfan and Mu Xiaoyao. In particular, Mu Xiaoyao, who has experienced with Fang Xie for three years, showed the sadness in his eyes.

"Am I good at acting?"

Fang Xie rubbed his hair on his waist: "is it powerful? Even people like Luo Yao can cheat... I found that I am really a genius. Even if I don't become an official and change to acting in the future, I will become an actor."

When he said this, Fang Xie couldn't help sighing.

If you want to deceive Luo Yao, can you act? The change of one look and one face is the embodiment of acting skills, but if something inside wants to deceive experts... It can only be true. Everyone deceives others, relatives, friends, enemies and enemies every day... The most important thing is himself.

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Luo Yao, who returned to the county yamen, also smiled with some pride. Luo Qiu, governor of Pingshang Road, didn't sleep. He was waiting for him to come back. He was standing in front of the table in a dress and copying a pair of words. Seeing Luo Yao coming in, he put down his wolf hair and smiled and said, "sun maocai is an idiot in government affairs, but he is a good hand in collecting money..."

He pointed to the words hanging on the wall: "Mr. Yan's authentic work can be exchanged for at least 10000 liang of silver."

Luo Yao sat down in his chair and smiled and said, "it seems that it's cheaper for him to become a slave."

"How?"

Luo Qiu brought Luo Yao a cup of tea and handed it to him.

"A little interesting..."

Luo Yao's eyes narrowed into a line and couldn't see the true meaning in his eyes: "this little guy is far more loyal than we thought he could be a man and an official. People who could be an official are not loyal ministers... This is what you said. I always thought it was good advice."

Luo Qiu smiled and said, "this is just a fact. Since ancient times, no loyal minister will be an official, and since ancient times, no treacherous minister will not be an official."

"You are a treacherous minister"

Luo Yao looked at him and said.

Luo Qiu glanced: "I'm just a man who knows how to protect myself. I'm not a traitor. You should believe me. If you take 400000 elite left avant-garde soldiers north one day, I'll be the first to try to kill you. If I can't kill you, I'll kill myself and be a fierce ghost and bite you."

"So vicious?"

Luo Yao looked at him and said, "why don't I believe it?"

Luo Qiu laughed and covered up a strange look in her eyes when she turned around.

"Since he can be an official, he should understand what I mean. So it's not a bad thing whether he stays in the left avant-garde or not. If he stays, there will be more powerful generals under me. Go back and this microphone will express my loyalty to the emperor for me. The most true loyalty. Naturally, it's better to ask someone else to say it for himself. It's inferior to show his loyalty."

"Do you really want to keep him in the left avant-garde?"

Luo Qiu asked.

"Really."

"Why?"

Luo Yao picked up a fruit from the plate on the tea table and threw it into his mouth. He felt the sweetness of the juice in his mouth: "because he is very similar to me... Not only in physique, but also in character. Such a person is not easy to tame and difficult to tame. But once tamed, he can work for me... It's like when I thought of the kindness and work for the emperor."

"What are you going to do?"

Luo Qiu asked.

Luo Yao said seriously after being silent for a while: "he can have today's status at this age, which is enough to show that he is a capable person. The most important thing is that he is still young and can do many years. Although the left avant-garde does not lack tiger generals, the blood of the soldiers has not worn off. But I need such young and determined people, the more the better."

Luo Qiu said with a smile: "young people are easy to use. Even if they are mature, they still have a childish side. It's like peaches in early summer look a little pink. In fact, the pulp is still sour and it's hard to swallow."

"But..."

Luo Qiu said, "aren't you afraid of causing other trouble?"

"What trouble?"

"If your son knew you were going to pass on your accomplishments to an outsider instead of him, what would he think? There was a great misunderstanding between your father and son before. Once you did this, he would be more resentful."

Luo Yao was silent, and then sighed: "he is my only son. Sooner or later, everything I have is his. If he still doesn't understand this now, I don't need to explain anything to him. The reason why I'm cold with him is because I don't want him to go the way his big brother went."

The topic seems a little stiff, because Luo Qiu will never say anything about Luo Wu's death.

At this time, the second Ming king who came out of Dalun temple in Daxue mountain was sitting in Luo Yao's wife's room, looking at the furnishings in the room curiously.

There are dolls everywhere. It looks like there are countless imps churning in the oil pan of hell.

"The mage seems to have broken the rules."

Chu raised his head and said faintly after looking at Shi Yuan.

"There are many rules in the general's mansion."

She said.

Shi Yuan smiled: "no matter how many rules there are in the general's mansion, they are also the rules of the general. What I need to do is not to abide by his rules, but to abide by the rules of the Buddha sect. Madam should know what I'm here for this time. You and the general know this clearly in the whole general's mansion.

"No way!"

Chu snorted coldly, "the rules of Buddhism are not worth a penny in the general's house. Did the master forget that there are several dead bones buried under the weeds in the backyard of the house? No matter who you are or who you come from, as long as you enter the left avant-garde general's house, there is naturally only one rule to follow... The rules of the general."

"OK"

Shi Yuan put his hands together and said, "don't say anything unpleasant. I'll come back after the general returns to the house."

"The mage is in a hurry?"

Chu sneered and asked.

"Very urgent"

Shi Yuan nodded: "so I won't send Mrs. Lao away."

He repressed the evil fire in his heart, and his breathing was gradually short of breath. This feeling would come suddenly every time, but it was so fierce and real.

"Farewell."

He said.

Chu looked at Shiyuan's face and couldn't help laughing: "the general is right. Your injury is too serious. Although you can walk on the ground again, how many accomplishments do you have left? Don't think you can hide it by frightening a second uncle in my son's room. You know the general, why don't the general know you?"

She said in a flat tone: "Thirteen years ago, you were beaten seriously and almost died, but you recovered. I'm very glad. I'm glad that you ate too many genius Dibao to gradually recover your qi and cavitations, and you fell a root cause that can't be cured at all. You mended too much, so that your body is out of tune. You must keep looking for women to vent the powerful and domineering effects in your body."

"You're just a poor man."

Chu sneered: "poor man in heaven's royal clothes."