Chang'an.

A few days ago, a beautiful battle was fought in Heishui Valley, and successfully dismantled the conspiracy of Zhuge Liang's troops from Ziwu Valley to attack Guanzhong. Sima Yi and Pang Tong retreated back to Chang'an City with great enthusiasm.

The Guanzhong crisis was lifted and there was no new transfer order, so the two had to live their own life in Chang'an City.

In this era, nightlife was limited, and except for brothels, only Xiahou Yuan used his power to seek personal gain and opened a few foot bath shops.

The two of them hurried to experience it with each other.

Of course, this kind of good thing cannot be forgotten by Huang Zhong, and the old general is also their good comrade-in-arms.

Huang Zhong could not bear the slightest conspiracy between the two of them followed him. I don’t know if it was because of the age of osteoporosis or the girl who was giving him a massage that had been too hard and actually broke the leg bone.

Poor old Huang Zhong didn't do anything to fight in and out of the enemy's formation, but it was broken into the hands of a 17 or 18-year-old massage girl, which was considered as a matter of subduing something.

Huangfu bedroom.

Sima Yi and Pang Tong stood beside the bed, looking at Huang Zhong who was lying on the bed with a drooping look, with a very wonderful expression on his face.

It took a long time before Pang Tong smiled and said, "Old Huang, you have to believe it, we are also kind."

Huang Zhong was even more depressed than the two of them. He touched the gauze on his legs and smiled bitterly: "I'm so old that I'm not good at it. Don't call me old man, I can't understand what you young people play."

Sima Yi smiled and said, "Old Huang, please rest first, let's look back and see you."

It was too embarrassing to stay here, and what was even more painful was that he had to go back and write a memorial. The war in Liangzhou was not over yet. Who knew if the Chang'an defenders would be mobilized later? A general was given for no reason. He had to report to His Majesty and the Crown Prince, otherwise Huang Zhong would not be able to go to war when the war came, and he could not explain it himself.

Alas, this matter is so fucking that the more I think about it, the more depressed I feel.

He wanted to leave Huang Zhong but was unhappy and said loudly: "No, who will chat with me when you leave? My children and grandchildren are not around, and I am lonely alone. You can leave. Take the old man with you. I will grind the ink for you when you work, and I will watch the wind when you go to the brothel."

Sima Yi: "..." Pang Tong: "..." It's okay to work, but you will take you in a brothel. What a joke.

There are not many acquaintances in Chang'an City, but there are also many people. Where can I get the face after I encounter this?

The two had no choice but to stay and found another person to play mahjong with the old man, at least to comfort the old man's wounded heart.

The mahjong was played until dusk, and the old man wanted to sleep before he left. The two of them were already anxious. They didn't even eat, so they left Huang Mansion and rode their horses home. They saw a restaurant halfway through the way and remembered that they had been tossing for a whole day to drink tea.

The two brothers looked at each other, and tacitly dismounted and walked into the restaurant.

This incident was too embarrassing today. Both of them had no nerve to take the guards and traveled alone. But there was no need to worry. The security of Chang'an City was good. The police, Jinyiwei and the soldiers guarding the city patrol at all times. In addition, the embroidered guard strongholds were pulled out a lot, and the remaining fish and shrimps were all hidden in the dark. It was not enough to assassinate them. The safety of the two of them was safe.

The restaurant in front of me has three floors, covering an area of ​​more than 1,000 square meters. Looking at the entire Chang'an City, it is quite powerful and has a good service attitude. Before the two brothers got close, they trotted up and took the horse's reincarnation and asked earnestly: "Are you two playing the top or staying in a hotel?"

Sima Yi replied, "Take the tip" and ignored it. He raised his eyes and looked at the Tianling Gallery, and walked into the restaurant without recognizing his relatives.

It was dinner time now, and the hall was full. The two of them glanced for a long time before they found an empty table in the corner. They went over and came up without waiting for the seat to sit down and asked with a smile: "What do you want to eat?"

Pang Tong blurted out without thinking and said, "First two pounds of beef, one pound of cold and one pound of braised."

After saying that, he saw the waiter standing there as if he was stupid, frowned and said, "Go."

The waiter smiled bitterly and said, "You are not embarrassed, you are a little bit powerful. Although the shop is a bit powerful, it really doesn't have beef."

Pang Tong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped his forehead and said with a smirk: "Sorry, I forgot."

Although farmers have developed in recent years, plowing oxen is still the main labor force of the Han Dynasty. The people dare not kill oxen at will. Where can be sold in small restaurants?

Of course, the law restricts ordinary people. At the level of Pang Tong, the most people want to eat beef is that in addition to secretly slaughtering, the grasslands outside the pass also supply a large amount of beef every year, so they are not short of food.

Pang Tong shut up and handed over the power of ordering to Sima Yi. Sima Yi ordered a few casually and asked the waiter to prepare. When the waiter saw that it was full of hard dishes, he left excitedly.

The wine and food were served quickly. The two of them picked up the wine glass and touched it first. After drinking Pang Tong smacked his lips and said, "I don't know who made the beer. It's so yellow that it's so terrible that it's so terrible. If you don't drink it for a few days, it's a bit greedy. Do you think it's annoying?"

Drinking was prohibited during the war. Although they lived their own life in Chang'an for the time being, they could temporarily ignore the ban, but they did not dare to drink white wine. They could only drink some beer to satisfy their cravings.

There are many people in the hall, and when it comes to eating, they naturally cannot be idle, whispering, whispering, yelling, and everything is everywhere. The noisy hall is so noisy. When you listen carefully, you will talk about the current situation.

The Wei army won today, the Liang army counterattack tomorrow, and the Han army and the Wei army started war again the day after tomorrow. No matter how you hear it, it's nonsense, but the guests said it with relish, as if they were the actual participants.

After the talk is over, we will talk about the future. If the situation is clear today, the winner is either Cao Wei or Nan Han. This is a matter of choosing one of two. Some people bet Cao Wei and some people bet on Nan Han. Both sides say that the husband is right, and the mother says that the mother is right, and the mother is right, and the quarrel is hard to argue.

After hearing this, Sima Yi and Pang Tong looked at each other and smiled and ignored it. The Wei Dynasty was free to speak. As long as you didn't scold the 18th generation of the Cao family like Chen Lin, no one would care about Liu Bei's attack on Xu Du tomorrow.

The two brothers were eating and chatting while listening to the nonsense of the guests around them. They quickly drank six bottles of beer. As soon as they opened the seventh bottle, a wretched man who was only 1.6 meters tall and as thin as a monkey came over and sat down, secretly stuffed them a small card to them and blinked again, revealing the look that a man understood and smiled: "Are you interested, two?"

The two of them took the small card and saw that I went... The card was painted with a sexy beauty in three points and one line, and it was still colorful, with her face, skin and figure... The old sow of three years in the army was Diao Chan. Although they were not like this in Chang'an City, they suddenly met the beauty, and the man's broken thoughts were still exposed without reservation.

Pang Tong leaned over and asked secretly, "Is it really so beautiful?"

The vulgar man was excited when he saw the show and replied honestly: "It's all painted, but it's practical. Just don't let her take off her makeup."

The paintings in the two of them were obviously not the same, but Pang Tong understood them in seconds. The smile on his face instantly became even more obscene than the man. He said intently: "Zhongda..." They are both young people, so Sima Yi naturally could not remain indifferent, so he had to nod his head reservedly.

Pang Tong handed the card back and said, "Let's arrange it."
Chapter completed!