"At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the Gongwei Division was set up with the seventh rank, and the commander was in charge of the school lieutenant, which belonged to the Dudufu. Later, it was changed to the Gongwei commander and the rank third. The government has five guards from the left, right, middle, front and back, and the Yiluan Si Liyan. For four years, the Dingyiluan is the fifth grade, with one ambassador and two deputy ambassadors. For fifteen years, stop. Yi Luan Division, changed to Jinyiwei, ranked from the third grade"-"Ming History"
Jiajing 39th year winter, Beijing, heavy snow
A tall old man, half cuddling in the bed, the stove in front of the bed was burning red, reflecting half of the old man's body, the old man closed his eyes, as if listening to the rustling snow outside the house.
"Lu An" the old man suddenly spoke with a deep and deep voice.
The door was pushed open, and an old servant in a brown blouse came to the bed and leaned forward to respond.
"Master..."
"Open the window"
"This... It's windy and snowy outside, and it's freezing, the master's body..."
"Open!" The feeble voice was filled with indisputable majesty
"..." The old servant didn't say anything any more, silently opened the window and supported it.
The wind outside the window was wrapped in snow and poured into the house together. Scattered snowflakes hovered in the house, scattered on the golden silk embroidered unicorn quilt held by the old man. The cold wind stirred the bed and swayed, and the cold light outside the house instantly pressed down. The red light of the fire, at this time, I saw the old man's face.
Suddenly saw it, it seemed to be an old man, but when you look closely, after removing the sickness, you will find that this person is only more than fifty years old, with a wide forehead and a high nose, tall eyebrows and eyes that look like cold stars. It seems to tell the world that this person is a teenager. Time's romantic and unruly. The three-inch short beard of the lower jaw makes this seemingly literate face look even more mighty. His hair is simply tied behind him, but there is no mess. The big hand pressed on the quilt, the finger bones and veins violently, looked vigorous and powerful.
The old man didn't care about the snowflakes that floated on his body, but just stared blankly at the heavy snow flying outside the window, arrogantly encroaching on the whole world, patches of cold light, sharp edges and corners, as if they were preaching their incomparableness to the world.
The old man stared blankly... His gaze changed from slack to perseverance to gentleness to warmth to fierceness to calm. He exhaled softly, "Lu An, bring paper and pen..."
He took the pen submitted by the old servant, spread a piece of pure white rice paper on the small case placed on the bedside, and entered the case with two lines of vigorous large characters.
"The young man seized the title with the sword, and stepped on the fire to save God. Hundred officials shuddered down the stairs and held up the golden melon to shake the court.
The flying fish in the palm of the hand was frightened, the horse riding hoof shook the world, and I was three males and three lonely lonely.