Bacon and Buns

Ning Jing insisted, Su Liang reached out, this time Ning Jing held her four fingers and shook them three times rhythmically.

Then Ning Jing took the initiative to let go, and said calmly, "Your hands are too small, this is the right way."

Su Liang was stunned for a moment before he realized that Ning Jing meant that she held his hand the first time, and the second time it was the other way around, and Ning Jing thought the latter was more appropriate.

Su Liang couldn't help laughing and nodded, "Indeed. Generally, the lady extends her hand first, and the man shakes hands, but it doesn't have to be so strict."

"I'm sure I'm going." Ning Jing replied without warning to what Su Liang had asked him before.

"In that case, it's settled." Su Liang said seriously, "When are you going to Nanfeng City?"

"Now." Ning Jing said, glancing out the window.

It was getting light, the courtyard was foggy, and the trees were looming.

"Great God, be careful." Su Liang said solemnly.

"Well. Tell Peng Wei not to leave Ping'an Temple, and I've talked to him about other things." Ning Jing finished speaking and went out.

Su Liang stood inside the door, watching the quiet and thin figure quickly disappear in the hazy morning mist.

She turned around and closed the door, and saw that the table was clean, the dishes were put away, and the bed was still the same as when she left.

Su Liang took the medicinal herbs she brought from Xuanbei City and went to the next door.

Peng Wei was sleeping soundly, his face was as pale as paper.

Su Liang carefully held his wrist hanging by his side and felt his pulse.

After all, he was old and seriously injured. Although he was treated in time, his current situation was not good.

Su Liang did not wake Peng Wei up. She closed the door and took the medicinal herbs to find Master Puqing.

…

"Master Wen, how is Master Peng's health?" Master Puqing asked as soon as he saw Su Liang.

Su Liang shook his head, "Not very good, but not that bad."

Master Puqing sighed, "Amitabha."

After Su Liang proposed to boil medicine for Peng Wei, Master Puqing called a monk, handed him the herbs, told him how to boil it, and brought it over.

After the monk left, Su Liang came out from behind the bookshelf, "Thank you, Master." Boiling the medicine takes time, but she has to go back to watch Peng Wei. Although it was already dawn, it was unlikely that Wei Yao would send another wave of assassins, but it was just in case.

"When the medicine is boiled, I will send it to you along with breakfast." Master Puqing said.

After Su Liang expressed his gratitude again, he went back.

...

Peng Wei was still asleep, and Su Liang planned to take a short nap to recharge his energy.

No matter how energetic he was, he couldn't stand such a night of hard work.

She lifted the quilt and lay down on the small bed, without taking off her clothes, with her feet hanging outside, so that she could get up at any time.

After covering herself with the quilt, Su Liang fell asleep quickly due to the warmth.

When I woke up again, Master Puqing came to deliver medicine and breakfast.

The sun rose and dispelled the thick fog.

Today is April 15th, when the temple is the most prosperous. Many pilgrims have already gone up the mountain.

Su Liang stood in the corridor and smelled the scent of incense in the air.

After Master Puqing handed the things to Su Liang, he went into the room, took a look at Peng Wei and came out.

"Master Wen, are you here for a trip? Do you have to go back to the capital of Gan Kingdom?" Master Puqing asked.

Su Liang nodded, "I should go back in a few days. Master, do you have anything to say to Chengyun?"

Master Puqing took out a thin cloth bag from his sleeve, which looked like a book, "Please give this to my disciple, Master Wen."

Su Liang took it, "No problem, Master, don't worry, I will definitely deliver it to him."

Master Puqing clasped his hands together, "Thank you."

The old monk left, and Su Liang went into Peng Wei's room again and woke him up.

Peng Wei had just woken up and was a little confused, as if he didn't know where he was.

"Old man, your son-in-law bribed someone around you to kill you yesterday. Do you remember?" Su Liang hit the nail on the head.

Peng Wei was shocked and woke up, "Little girl, where is your brother?"

Su Liang sat down beside the bed and picked up the medicine bowl, "He went to Nanfeng City to get Wei Yao's head. Didn't you agree with him?"

Peng Wei drank the medicine and remained silent.

"Don't regret it, there is no turning back." Su Liang said.

Peng Wei said with a cold face, "Why should I regret it? I wish I could cut that beast into pieces with my own hands!"

Su Liang nodded, "That's right! He bullied your daughter, harmed your son, and wanted to kill you. If you still can't bear to let him die, then wait for your whole family to die in his hands!"

The words were harsh, but very realistic.

Peng Wei had already woken up and it was impossible for him to have any thoughts about Wei Yao anymore.

After drinking a bowl of medicine, Peng Wei said with a bitter face, "It's so bitter, do you have any sugar?"

Su Liang:... She didn't expect that such an irritable old general would be afraid of bitterness...

But Su Liang did have sugar, which was her exclusive secret herbal sugar pills. It tasted sweet and refreshing, and the purpose was to freshen the breath, because when you go out, you often don't have the conditions to brush your teeth and rinse your mouth.

Su Liang went to the next door, opened the medicine box, and saw the oil paper package inside. She was stunned for a moment. She knew that there were chicken bones inside without opening it. She had forgotten it, and Ning Jing has always been a person who pays full attention to details.

Su Liang took the bottle of sugar pills and came back to give Peng Wei one.

"Delicious, do you have more?" Peng Wei stared at the white porcelain bottle in Su Liang's hand eagerly.

"Take another one, and then have breakfast." Su Liang gave Peng Wei another one.

Put the rest aside and set out the breakfast.

It's still very comfortable to eat some light vegetarian food in the temple in the morning, clear porridge, side dishes, and wild vegetable buns.

Su Liang thought the buns were good. There were four in total. She ate two and gave one to Peng Wei. She planned to leave the remaining one for Ning Jing to try when he came back.

When Peng Wei finished one and wanted more, Su Liang said seriously, "You can't eat too much at this time. Drink more porridge."

When it was time to drink the porridge, Peng Wei sat up by himself and didn't let Su Liang feed him. He was not used to it.

"Is your brother okay?" Peng Wei asked Su Liang.

Su Liang snorted, "Of course, very okay."

Peng Wei's eyes flashed when he heard this, "Little girl, tell me the truth, you and your brother, are you sure you don't have that intention?"

"We are brothers, old man, don't think too much, it's not conducive to recovery." Su Liang chuckled.

Peng Wei shook his head, "He's not shy at all, so he shouldn't be. But he must be interested in you, but he doesn't dare to show it because of Ning Jing. Otherwise, why would such a powerful master run around for you? What do you ask him to do?"

"No, no, no," Su Liang shook his head, "Grandpa, that's not the way it works. He was entrusted by someone and he's so dedicated, of course, for Ning Jing. If you guess that he's interested in Ning Jing, I think it's more reasonable. Thinking about it this way, I also think that he might have taken a fancy to my fiancé, right?"

Peng Wei looked at Su Liang thinking seriously, his head full of black lines, "Little girl, stop teasing!"

"I'm not kidding." Su Liang said nonsense seriously.

Peng Wei's mouth twitched, "Forget it, forget it, I don't understand what you young people are doing."

Changing the subject, Peng Wei mentioned his son again, "Does your promise to treat my son yesterday still count?"

"Of course." Su Liang nodded.

"Okay. When the storm subsides, if everything goes well, I will arrange for Peng Qian to find you. Although he is not very mobile, it is indeed inappropriate to ask you to go to Liangguo yesterday." Peng Wei sighed deeply, "Don't blame me for what I said last night."

Su Liang smiled, "I understand. The old man just loves his son, it's okay."

"Such a good little girl, it's a pity that she is not my granddaughter." Peng Wei expressed his deep regret that Su Liang was not born in his family very bluntly.

"When the world is peaceful one day, I don't mind calling you Grandpa Peng." Su Liang smiled.

Peng Wei knew what she meant. Even if they are in a cooperative relationship now, their positions are fundamentally different after all. It is not good for anyone to have unnecessary involvement on the surface.

"I hope I can hear it in my lifetime." Peng Wei looked a little worried. He was worried about himself, his family, and the future and fate of Liangguo.

But looking at Su Liang's vigorous face, Peng Wei inexplicably felt that it might not only be a blessing for Gan Country to have such a magnanimous and wise general with a promising future, but also a blessing for Liang Country...

After breakfast, Su Liang asked Peng Wei to continue to rest.

According to what he had agreed with Ning Jing last night, Master Puqing sent two capable disciples to Nanfeng City to inform the Liang army that Peng Wei was almost killed in the temple yesterday and was saved by Master Puqing, so that the Nanfeng City garrison would quickly send someone to pick Peng Wei up.

Monks do not lie.

But Master Puqing is not a rigid old monk. After Peng Wei explained the root cause of the matter to him, he agreed to his request.

The two monks who were going to Nanfeng City to report the news had already set off.

If things go well, Ning Jing will kill Wei Yao before Peng Wei returns. After Peng Wei returns, he will tell everyone in person that it was the Yan people who wanted to kill him, intending to frame Gan Country, which was originally negotiating with Liang Country, and provoke a war between Liang and Gan.

The Liang people would definitely believe this kind of thing, because it is completely in line with the treacherous and shameless nature of the Yan people. They have done this before, not just once, twice, three times, and the Liang country was deceived badly.

In fact, this is also the reason why Wei Yao must let Peng Wei die between Nanfeng City and Xuanbei City.

Not only because Peng Wei disagrees with him and will block his plan.

But also because he must use the tragic death of Peng Wei, the most prestigious veteran in the army, to give him a reason to send troops to Gan State and give him an opportunity to win the hearts of the army.

Otherwise, if Wei Yao rashly orders to attack Gan State for no reason, it will definitely not be just Peng Wei who opposes.

Now, the key to the matter is whether Ning Jing can successfully get rid of Wei Yao.

…

Nanfeng City.

The South Gate is open, and the people can still enter and exit freely.

Today, many people want to go to Ping'an Temple to burn incense, and they did not encounter any restrictions.

The city is not too peaceful, because Liang State gave this city to Gan State, and the army will move away soon, and the people can leave or stay.

Some people left, planning to settle in other places in Liang State.

Some people stayed because they believed what Peng Wei said, that Gan State would not treat them unfairly, and let them not care about those disputes and live their own lives.

Wei Yao's secret activities should not be known to others.

According to the plan, Peng Wei died before returning to the city yesterday. He would raise his arms and shout after the body was sent back, and lead his troops to attack Xuanbei City.

Unfortunately, an accident happened.

The confidants around Peng Wei that he bribed did not send a message back.

He arranged for masters to go to Ping'an Temple to eliminate Peng Wei last night, but it was almost noon and no one came back.

Without Peng Wei's body, he could not send troops, otherwise he would be regarded as crazy. After all, he took the initiative to let Wei Hao compete with Su Liang, the martial arts champion of Gan State, and lost a city, and let Peng Wei go to negotiate. Why fight for no reason?

Wei Yao was extremely anxious.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Wei Yao kept pacing in the study, with a gloomy look on his face, "What's going on? Why is that old immortal's life so tough? Or is he surrounded by experts to protect him?"

Wei Hao snorted coldly, "I think grandpa may not trust dad a long time ago. He has a very powerful old friend. I met him once. Maybe he is by his side now!"

Wei Yao's face froze, "Then...could he already know it's us..."

Wei Hao shook his head, "Dad, you are too nervous. So what if grandpa knows? What is the matter between the family? How can there be any hatred? His son is dead. If you don't count on your father, who else can you count on? Let your mother come out and cry a few times. , If I kneel down to plead for my father, won’t the old man turn this big thing into a trivial matter? Besides, how can he dare to speak out about this? If something happens to my father, the Peng family will not end well!"

Wei Yao nodded repeatedly, "You are right! But I am really unwilling to accept it! It was a great opportunity, but the people of Qian country believed that we were short of food and did not dare to fight!"

Wei Hao sighed, "Who says it's not the case? It's all my fault for that old bone of grandpa. At such an old age, he should be laid to rest early and not hinder our future. He loves me so much, so he should be able to understand us!"

"Your surname is Wei, and his surname is Peng. Do you love me? It's just an illusion!" Wei Yao said coldly.

Wei Hao agreed, "If my uncle hadn't been crippled by my father, my grandpa wouldn't have cultivated him at all. He would always focus on his own son before doing anything good! Now let him choose between me and Peng Fan, of course he will He will choose Peng Fan! So don’t blame us for being cruel!”

"Stop saying these useless things!" Wei Yao frowned, "Now we can only wait for the old immortal to come back and then decide what to do."

"Dad, do you know what I regret most?" Wei Hao asked.

Wei Yao shook his head, "What?"

Wei Hao's eyes were evil, "Originally, if we captured Xuanbei City, what I wanted to do most was to capture the woman who defeated me that night, rape her first and then kill her, hahahaha! Now that I think about her appearance, I’m so itchy!”

When Wei Yao heard this, he clenched his fists and said, "No matter what, we must get rid of Peng Wei and frame it for Qian Guo. Only when our plan is completed will you have the opportunity to do whatever you want!"

The Wei family father and son did not know that their "conspiracy" had been overheard by someone.

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?" Wei Yao's expression condensed.

The voice of his confidant came from outside the door, "Master, there is news from Heian Temple!"

Wei Yao looked shocked, "Come in quickly!"

The door opened. Wei Yao looked at the people who came in and asked eagerly, "What's wrong? Is Peng Wei dead?"

"Dead." Ning Jing whispered.

"Great!" Father and son Wei Yao and Wei Hao high-fived each other with excited expressions.

Ning Jing moved his steps, and when they were unprepared, a sword penetrated their necks!

Ningjing was the hand that came out from Wei Hao's back, facing Wei Yao face to face.

Wei Yao looked at him in disbelief, "You..."

Ning Jing added the word "dead" before, "I mean, you."

"Who are you..." Wei Hao had died, and Wei Yao was vomiting blood.

Ning Jing did not answer, and drew his sword. The father and son fell together. Wei Yao struggled for a moment, opened his mouth wide, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His neck tilted, and there was no movement.

Ning Jing dropped the sword in his hand.

That was really the weapon of Wei Yao's trusted subordinate. And that subordinate was a confidant arranged by his secret lover from the Yan Kingdom.

Ning Jing left the general's mansion secretly, took off her disguise, took off her mask, and walked into a small shop in a familiar way.

"The young master is here again." The old butcher still remembered that Ning Jing had come a few days ago, and asked him cheerfully what he wanted today.

"Two pieces of bacon." Ning Jing said.

"Okay!" The old man weighed the meat and quoted the price.

Ningjing paid the money, said no change was needed, and asked for a clean basket, put the bacon in it, covered it with a cloth, carried it out of the shop, crossed Nanfengcheng Street, and walked in the direction of Ping'an Temple.

When Ning Jing left the city, the two monks who came from Ping'an Temple to report the news had already gone to the General's Mansion.

…

Waiting until noon, Su Liang finally saw Ning Jing coming back.

"How?" Su Liang asked quickly.

Ning Jing nodded slightly.

Su Liang smiled brightly, "I knew it would be foolproof if the great master took action. What kind of killer is Yan Shiba? Compared with you, he is so weak."

"I will tell Yan Shiba." Ning Jing said.

Su Liang was very calm, "I dare to say it in front of her. Is Wei Yao's head in the basket?"

Ning Jing handed over the basket, Su Liang opened it, coughed lightly and said, "Okay, okay, I understand. When Old Peng is sent away and returns to Xuanbei City, I will prepare something delicious for you."

After saying that, Su Liang put down the basket and said, "I'm going to tell Old Man Peng that his good son-in-law is dead."

Ning Jing said, "I will kill Wei Hao too."

Su Liang was about to go out, paused, came back, closed the door, frowned and asked Ning Jing, "Isn't this part of the plan you discussed with the old man?"

Ning Jing nodded, "He said, don't touch Wei Hao."

"Because you found out that Wei Yao and Wei Hao and his son conspired to kill Old Man Peng?" Su Liang frowned, "In this case, he died unjustly, but the old man will probably be sad. After all, he was once his beloved grandson, but he turned out to be a wolf-hearted man. s things."

After saying that, Su Liang was going to explain to Peng Wei. Just as she was about to go out, she came back, took out a cold bun from the covered bowl on the table, and handed it to Ning Jing, "The breakfast I left for you, this tastes good. ”