The boa constrictor is entrenched in the world, what a majestic scene.
On the Beimang battlefield, Tuoba Bodhisattva shouted angrily: "Xu Fengnian! How dare you steal the luck of heaven and earth and use it for your own use!"
In Qingliang Mountain, Liangzhou, Tantai calmly stood outside Tingchao Pavilion, and saw a white-faced young woman walking out of Tingchao Pavilion. Face, Chen Yu and Jiang Ni are only a handful of people who can compete with this girl, but this girl who is still a bit childish is naturally far inferior to those girls with obscure backgrounds and ups and downs in terms of momentum Ladies and gentlemen, standing in front of the peaceful platform, she is timid and weak, just like a little flower that grows quietly and dies quietly in a secluded corner. pity.
Tantai looked around calmly, in her eyes, Qingliang Mountain was empty, people and things remained the same, but the spirit that the Xu family had accumulated for twenty years in the northwest of Liyang was gone.
Men and women in the world, everyone has a number of qi, only the number is divided, and the most people can gather into luck. The current emperor of Liyang Zhao Zhuan is naturally a leader among them. The old chief assistant Zhang Julu used to have it, and now Chen Wang also has it. Gu Jiantang of the Zhu Kingdom has always had it, and Zhao Zhu, the son of King Zhao Bing of Yan Chi, even had it in the west back then.
In fact, Zhao Kai, the illegitimate son of the former emperor who died young, also existed. Among the women in the world, there is Jiang Ni, the Empress of Great Chu who is beating drums at the head of the northern city. Liyang Jianghu Xuanyuan Qingfeng, there is. There is a six-bead guru of the female Bodhisattva of Mount Landa.
For the person in front of Tantai Jingjing, the girl has no energy at all, this is definitely an anomaly in the eyes of Qi practitioners.
In other words, this woman once occupied the great fortune of the sky, maybe she should have been the Queen of Beimang or even the next grassland empress, but for some reason, her luck was integrated into the luck of the Xu family in the end, and then she was Someone in Beicheng moved it out.
The Qi trainer master who was heading south to the Nanhai Sect had just passed through Liangzhou City before, and after seeing the vision here, he couldn't help but rush over here, staring at the little girl with a ignorant face, Tantai calmed down a little. After thinking about it, he knew it in his heart, and asked softly, "Are you called Huyan Guanyin?"
The girl nodded, "Big sister, who are you?"
Tantai smiled calmly, then frowned and asked, "Did Xu Fengnian beg you to do this?"
She quickly shook her head and said, "Master, I only know that I have returned to the grassland tribe, but I don't know that I have been staying in Tingchao Pavilion. It was Grandpa Xu who secretly told me those things before he passed away... For your son, I am willing!"
Tantai Anping looked at the resolute expression on that beautiful face, Tantai Anping sighed softly, raised his head and whispered: "Are you willing?"
Beiliang Shubei City, Western Chu Divine Phoenix City, Liyang Qin Tianjian, Western Region Landuo Mountain, plus a part of the luck of the northern grassland contained in this silly girl.
Yonghui Xiangfu.
He was in the rivers and lakes three times, twice in the Central Plains and once in Beimang. Three trips to temples, two trips to Tai'an City and one trip to Guangling Road.
Wherever you go, where you go.
There is something for everyone.
The luck he got in the end, not to mention being a vassal king in a separate vassal town, even being the emperor of the Central Plains is more than enough.
Why are you still unwilling to judge the situation, take a step back and wait for the opportunity? !
Tan Taiping stretched out his hand and rubbed the little girl's head, "You and I are stupid, but you are more courageous than I was back then, that's good. The most stupid thing for a woman is to get angry with the person she loves. Huyan Guanyin , live well in the future, and you will be happy."
Huyan Guanyin showed a confused smile, nodded and said, "Thank you big sister."
Tantai calmly smiled knowingly, "Big sister? Me, the old lady is right."
The girl was at a loss, and the tall female Qi trainer had disappeared.
Finally, Huyan Guanyin, who listened to Chaoge's "Rediscovering the Sun", sat down on the edge of the platform of Tingchao Pavilion, raised his small fist, and waved it, as if to encourage others, "This time you are fighting with someone, son, you must fight!" win!"
The grass will grow next year, and the wild geese will go and come back.
…
Xu Fengnian took a small step, only an inch, such a small step, it can be ignored.
But at this moment, the Northern Mang Army God, who had previously collided with the young feudal lord dozens of times and refused to give in, actually began to move out a dozen steps in an instant!
There is actually a truly unstoppable edge in the world? !
There is probably only the Daxue Dragon Cavalry on the battlefield, and only Zhang Julu from Liyang on the temple.
Now it's this young man who abandons all burdens and doesn't think about it, even if he is facing an army of more than 300,000 Beimang troops, plus a Beimang army god who is already a celestial being!
Dressed in white, with fluttering sleeves, he swept forward chicly.
The snow-white python followed Xu Fengnian in white clothes and rushed out of Jubei City!
Tuoba Bodhisattva began to retreat, while constantly appearing and disappearing on the battlefield.
Although it rolled away on the battlefield but did not cause the slightest impact on the Beimang army, the huge white python leaped high, like a blank rainbow, and the next moment, its huge head, which was as big as a tall building, slammed down fiercely. The stagnant Tuoba Bodhisattva fell to the ground.
Dust was everywhere.
I saw Xu Fengnian stomping on the forehead of the fallen man, leaning forward, looking down at the Dinghai God of Beimang's military administration, and said with a smile: "Tuoba Bodhisattva! You want to hold both rivers, lakes and temples in your hands. I'll let you! In the end..."
"I can't ask for it!"
Eighteen golden dragons wrapped around Tuoba Bodhisattva's burly body crazily crashed into the tall white python.
Every time the boa constrictor lowers its head and bites, it can crush or chew a golden dragon as thick as a bowl.
Those bright golden lights shattered extremely fast, like unowned objects, most of them dissipated between the heaven and the earth, only a few dozen or so dots of light that ordinary people could not detect, integrated into the battlefield outside the city and the city of Jubei Some people's eyebrows, the brilliance fluctuates, some remain silent, and some still pop up between the eyebrows as if they are not acclimatized, and then gradually disappear.
How can eighteen slender bamboo poles support the toppling power of a mountain
After more than ten times, Tuoba Bodhisattva, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly let out a roar, and with the gesture of a big dragon drawing water, the remaining seven dragons were sucked into the seven orifices respectively.
It's just that there is still a two-foot-long dragon held in the palm of Xu Fengnian's hand, like a snake being held by seven inches, struggling to die, slapping Xu Fengnian's body wildly with its head and tail.
Tuoba Bodhisattva, who was stepped on his forehead, took this opportunity to slip back thirty feet and escape from Xu Fengnian's control. The latter twisted hard, and the dragon was broken into two pieces, and the golden light scattered in all directions, and then he was entrenched on the body of the young prince The white python next to it opened its mouth wide, sucked in lightly, and then swallowed it into its belly, as if it had been a full meal.
Tuoba Bodhisattva with golden blood flowing all over his body stood in the distance, panting, his eyes were gloomy, and he carefully watched the movement of the young prince.
Xu Fengnian didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, but just stood there and said sarcastically: "Half of my luck has already made wedding clothes for others, Tuoba Bodhisattva, isn't it very heartbreaking?"
Tuoba Bodhisattva sneered: "How long can you maintain this peak posture? Half a stick of incense? Or a stick of incense? But it will definitely collapse sooner than me!"
Xu Fengnian shook his cuffs casually, and said with a smile, "Guess?"
Tuoba Bodhisattva took a deep breath, spread his hands, through the skin, veins and bones showed a rich golden color, clearly visible, gradually recovered his mood, raised his head, and said in a deep voice: "You will regret it!"
Xu Fengnian looked back at the North City, and looked back at the South.
Those martial arts masters who died in battles outside Jubei City, and those leading generals who died in battles outside our Beiliang Pass over the years are certainly respectable, but those ordinary soldiers outside Beiliang Pass who fought hard and fought to the death would stand up bravely , is the real backbone of our Beiliang.
In the Forest of Steles behind Qingliang Mountain, I am not trying to win the hearts of the people for the Xu family, but I just hope that all the people of Beiliang who can't hear the drums but can't see the wolf smoke know who died for them in the battlefield outside the pass.
In my whole life, I have a clear conscience, why do I regret it
When I was in Wudang Mountain, looking at the world side by side with Zhang Shengren, the first Confucianist, the old man sighed: "I have led my disciples to travel all over the world, and I have lived in the Shangyin Academy. The most, the farthest. But now, you, Xu Fengnian, have walked the farthest."
Before that, Xu Fengnian really hadn't thought about how far he had traveled in Beiliang and Yangbeimang.
If there is a tombstone in Qingliang Mountain next year with Xu Fengnian's name engraved on it, she will not be alone. From left to right, front to back, I am the hero of Beiliang!
Xu Fengnian turned his head, smiled at Tuoba Bodhisattva and said, "Don't worry, you will be beaten so hard that your parents don't know each other anyway."
Tuoba Bodhisattva flung himself backwards, laughed loudly and said, "It's time to fight!"
Xu Fengnian's hands drooped naturally, and in the palms of his hands, each held a purple sky thunder surrounded by lightning. Seeing Tuoba Bodhisattva receding far away, he curled his lips, "Why, not only do you want to delay time, but you also want to wait at Huaiyang Pass. By the way, use Dong Zhuo's troops to encircle and kill me? To be honest, you Tuoba Bodhisattva is worse than Wang Xianzhi..."
After Xu Fengnian passed away in a flash, only one sentence was left on the battlefield, and the lingering voice was endless, "One hundred and eight thousand miles!"
Rumbling thunder continued to ring out in the vast area beyond the north of the Beimang army, continuously.
At this moment, the north gate of Jubei City opened wide!
Beiliang's iron cavalry stands out and hits the Beimang infantry formation!
The east and west gates were also opened, and 5,000 dead warriors rushed out from each of them!
…
About half an hour later, a burly figure fell like a meteorite in the hinterland of the Beimang army, and was thrown from a very far away.
In the big pit, Tuoba Bodhisattva was bloody and bloody, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
…
Above the world, outside the gate of heaven.
A total of ninety-nine or eighty-one immortals, after walking out of the gate of heaven in the form of immortals, without exception, they all became scattered immortals.
Peach Blossom Sword God.
How is your sword skill
The swordsmanship is as good as the sky!
Before, he was forced back three thousand feet by twelve immortals, four of whom were sword immortals in the sky, but in the end, only the Peach Blossom Sword God in the world returned to this place with his sword.
Deng Tai'a held the Tai'a sword upside down in one hand, raised the other hand, and made a gesture of knocking on the door with two fingers, and asked with a smile: "The guest is here again, what should I do?"
There was finally no movement in that glorious heavenly gate.
…
At this time, Groom Yu had already returned to Jubei City with Beimang Zhongliang's head.
Xu Yanbing asked the Beiliang frontier army for a war horse, and went out of the city with his gun again.
The sword servant Cuihua left the young Wu family sword crown with serious internal injuries. She was covered with iron armor and carried the ancient sword King Su on her back to open the way for the right-wing cavalry in the northern city.
Xu Ying in Zhu Pao and Miss Hehe rode the same horse, hiding among the cavalry on the left.
The vigorous offensive and defensive battle against North City kicked off completely.
The final chapter, No Others, No Central Plains
Xiangfu three years, late autumn.
The Wangzhang army that participated in the annual autumn hunt, instead of going south to Liangzhou Pass, went north quickly and returned directly to Beiting capital.
During the autumn hunting period, His Majesty the Emperor never showed up except for one night at the meeting of the ashes of the painting.
In the night, there are many palaces, and in a small house that is far from being magnificent, the candlelight flickers gently, not only does not illuminate the room as bright as day, but adds a bit of gloom and gloom. This is probably the so-called Noisy Forest of Cicadas. It's too quiet.
An old woman had a serene face, lying quietly on the sickbed, as if she was reminiscing about the glorious years in the past, or reminiscing about the once prosperous youth.
Beside the bed, Tai Ping Ling, who was the teacher of the Northern Mang Emperor, was sitting on a small bench, staring down at the old woman with protruding cheeks, her hair was as white as frost.
Li Mibi, who created the Beimang spider web with one hand, behaved even more strangely, sitting on the threshold of the house. At this moment, this shadow prime minister who made countless Beimang dignitaries feel creepy, really looked like an old man, lonely and lonely. lonely.
"Your Majesty, have you ever felt uncomfortable?"
Tai Ping Ling's speech was calm, without the slightest bit of apprehension or anxiety, nor the slightest bit of sadness, but a rare gentleness that was out of place.
The old woman answered irrelevantly and said softly: "Are you wondering why I don't want to accept gifts from heaven and man, and don't want to force myself to live for four or five years?"
Tai Ping Ling nodded, then shook his head quickly, and still said softly: "It doesn't matter anymore."
The old woman laughed it off and asked: "Do you think my stupid son, who is more determined than the sky and whose fate is thinner than paper, can lead an army of 400,000 men, and finally be able to take down the city of Jubei?"
Taiping Ling replied cautiously: "As long as Tuoba Bodhisattva wins against Xu Fengnian, the overall situation is settled. Let alone a dozen Central Plains martial arts masters, ten more people will not help. Take ten thousand steps back, even if Tuoba Bodhisattva loses, We may not lose, Your Majesty does not need to worry too much about the war."
The old woman put her hands lightly on her abdomen, and slightly pulled the corners of her mouth, "Worried? I am not worried about the war outside Liangzhou Pass at all. After handing over the military power to Yelu Hongcai, I let it go. This child is a I have wronged the prince for more than 30 years, let him be high-spirited once, the love between mother and child, the righteousness of the monarch and his ministers, are not indebted to each other. As for whether the flames of war there burned into Liangzhou Pass or spread to the territory of the Southern Dynasty, I am a dying person. What are you worried about? What can you be worried about? In this life, I think I am the best at reassuring. The guilt towards others does not last long, and the remorse towards myself can also be let go. In this life, the first half of my life was like walking on thin ice, but after all, It's good to live a comfortable and comfortable half life. What's more, as a woman wearing a dragon robe and sitting on a dragon chair, she is the first person in the ages, whether she will be famous forever or notorious for thousands of years. In the history of all dynasties and dynasties, it is destined that my name will not be around. What regrets do you have in this life? Probably not.”
It's rare for an old woman to babble like this, and it's even rarer for her to be so calm.
The old man hummed.
The Taiping Order of Chess Sword Yuefu left the grassland in anger and went to Liyang Central Plains to hide his name for 20 years, changing identities more than a dozen times, traveling north and south, seeing all kinds of things in the world, and enjoying the spring and autumn mountains and rivers.
There are tens of thousands of scholars in the world, and perhaps only Huang Sanjia, the great devil who has caused troubles in the Spring and Autumn Period, is more "reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles" than the Beimang Emperor whose real name has long been forgotten.
The old woman took a breath, and asked: "Zhao Bing and Chen Zhibao join hands, can they go all the way north and fight outside Tai'an City?"
The old man nodded and said: "It is definitely possible. If nothing unexpected happens, the two rebel princes will deliberately stand still and wait for us to win the battle with the Beiliang frontier army. Otherwise, we will be worried if we take Liyang capital too early. Returning to the grassland, I am even more afraid that we will simply abandon the territory of the Southern Dynasty and retreat to the North Court decisively. Then it will be the embarrassing situation of the Liyang Zhao family unifying the Central Plains. It's really the next Xu Xiao. Beiliang is still the big-tailed Beiliang. It's not worth it. The only variable in the Central Plains is Gu Jiantang's Liao frontier army. They have 300,000 elite soldiers in their hands. Maybe he became Xu Xiao after the Battle of Xileibi, and Gu Jiantang will never miss this opportunity, after all, Liyang has lost the talented old emperor Zhao Li, and the world today is no longer what it used to be At that time, Xu Xiao ruled the river, which was unpopular, but once Gu Jiantang succeeded in taking control of Tai'an City, he would obey the destiny, which would be very different."
The old man saw that the old woman's spirit was not bad, so he continued to speak as concisely as possible: "The Central Plains is in this troubled time, and among the generals, there are only a few generals from Liyang, Lu Shengxiang and Xu Gong. Living in a tree, Tang Tieshuang and his like in Tai'an City will most likely end up miserable. As for those court officials, the short-lived emperor Zhao Xun won't say much. Zhao Bing, Zhao Zhu, father and son, no matter who usurps the throne, they are willing to treat them kindly. Among those who study, Zuo Sanqi's regular attendant Chen Wang is the only one whose future is uncertain, the key depends on whether the new emperor is really magnanimous or not."
The old woman laughed at herself: "If I give up the chance to live another four or five years, I will lose sight of the magnificent scenery, isn't it wrong?"
Tai Ping Ling said softly: "If Your Majesty..."
The old woman seemed to know what the imperial teacher was going to say, and said with an open-minded smile: "Forget it, regret medicine in the world is the most tasteless and tasteless. I don't care about it."
Tai Ping Ling smiled and said, "Your Majesty is a true hero."
The old woman suddenly said a digression softly, "Li Mibi, that woman may not die, but she must never see the light of day again."
Sitting on the threshold, Li Mibi was stunned, and said in a voice His Majesty could hear clearly just now: "Understood."
The old woman seemed to remember something again, and asked: "Wang Du, who liked to grow plum blossoms in the Southern Dynasty, is he really a pawn?"
Li Mibi slightly raised his voice and said: "Although there is no conclusive evidence, I can still conclude that Wang Du is Beiliang's dark chess player."
The old woman sighed: "Listen to Chaoge Li Yishan, it's really amazing."
Taiping Ling showed a look of sincere admiration, nodded and said: "Indeed."
Li Mibi asked, "How should we deal with that Dong Nabo King Jingchong?"
The Taiping Order replied on his behalf: "His 10,000 family private cavalry must have merged with Yu Luan's sword department Youzhou Qingqi. Now the Southern Dynasty's troops are weak, like a house with air leaks on all sides. There is nothing wrong with him. But this trip to kill people with a borrowed knife, the addition of this Dong Nabo is nothing more than making the knife faster, which is harmless."
Li Mibi said calmly: "Your Majesty really wants him to die, I can do it myself."
The old woman smiled and said: "Forget it, Nanchao is such a big land, even if I offer it with both hands, with Beiliang's small cavalry army, it can still be eaten. Let them make trouble."
When it comes to such important military affairs involving the reckless direction of war, the old lady is obviously a little tired, and also a little bit upset, she slowly closes her eyes.
It seems to want to be out of sight, out of mind.
She didn't want her life to come to the end of the path in the world, still unable to get rid of those intrigues and intrigues.
The old woman forced a breath, and her tone suddenly became firm, and her thin face no longer had the casual look she had when chatting before, "I only have three things to confess, Dong Zhuo must take down Huaiyang Pass! Yelu Hongcai must die Before me! The Murong clan must leave blood, regardless of gender!"
Speaking of the last sentence, the old woman laughed out loud for no reason, she was extremely happy, "It's unnecessary! Then there are only two things."
The old woman turned her head for the first time tonight, looked at the Taiping Ling who had devoted herself to the government of a country, and asked with a smile: "You can be regarded as a pedantic heavenly man, so you can talk about it, it is not as good as a human being, Or is it better than man's calculation?"
Taiping Ling calmly said: "It varies from time to place, and from person to person. People count, and in the final analysis, there is no definite number."
The old woman withdrew her gaze, noncommittal, and said to herself: "It's a mess!"
There was a long silence, and the candles in the room were still dim.
The old woman murmured softly: "It's getting cold... you all go, I want to have a good rest."
Autumn is refreshing.
If you don't die at this time, when will you wait.
Taipingling stood up gently, then bent down to bow, the old man refused to straighten up for a long time.
Turning around and walking outside, Li Mibi stood on the steps of the small courtyard, as if waiting for the order of peace.
After the Taiping Order closed the door, the two old men stood side by side.
Li Mibi sighed softly: "There are still too many things that have not been explained clearly."
Taiping declined to comment.
Li Mibi suddenly sneered and said: "The more you leave blank, the more authority you, the emperor teacher, will have. In the end, your majesty didn't even leave a list for Minister Gu Ming, which is indeed exactly what you want."
Regarding the events behind the empress of Beimang, it was destined to be kept secret. The old woman clearly refused to "add oil" to the heaven and man when the oil was exhausted. People have said hello, once she can't resist the end of the battle of Beicheng, she will use the occasional autumn cold as an excuse to hand over all the government affairs of Beiting capital to Taiping Ling to act cheaply. She has already replaced the relevant personnel in charge of the big and small seals. Tai Ping Ling's confidant, Tai Ping Ling said that she is a real hero before, and it was true from the bottom of his heart. Yelu Hongcai, a veteran of the Three Dynasties Gu Ming, must die. If this is not the case, if Li Mibi can barely hold back the master of chess, sword and Yuefu, there will be no one in the entire grassland who can challenge him, and it is very likely that the next master of the grassland After all, His Majesty the Emperor has never mentioned who she prefers to inherit the throne. In the last speech, he was still very indifferent to his son Yelu Hongcai. Zhen", this sentence has been widely circulated in the grasslands. Fortunately, the word Xiao was not replaced with filial piety. Otherwise, Yelu Hongcai would be really restless. Explain with providence. To a certain extent, Yeluhong was able to survive to this day, and was even able to control 400,000 military power. Isn't it due to the "weak prince who is not worthy of the iron-blooded emperor", otherwise how can the young tiger survive if two tigers are fighting
Li Mibi's stern words did not cause the slightest change in Taipingling's face.
The old man who once threatened to buy Tai'an with black and white was thinking about the weight of some chess pieces in his heart.
The crown prince Yelu Hongcai was naturally not as mediocre and useless as the world mistakenly believed, but the private meeting with Wang Du made the crown prince completely lose the favor of the emperor.
Dong Zhuo, the youngest and lightest general in the prairie, has always been highly valued by His Majesty the Emperor, but he has a strong temperament and is difficult to control. Even the best person in the world may do the worst thing in the world as long as he becomes the emperor. The common people in the world can actually be divided into two kinds of people, the emperor, and all other people.
Will Yelu Dong's bed be devastated without the protection of his grandfather Yelu Hongcai
Could it be possible for Murong Baoding to become a life-saving talisman for the entire Murong family
Did Tuoba Bodhisattva, the loyal guardian god of the grassland, ever think of adding a yellow robe to his body? After all, whether His Majesty the Emperor is present or not is a world of difference to Tuoba Bodhisattva.
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Taiping Ling finally came back to his senses, turned his head and said with a smile: "I, you, Xu Huainan, seem to have lost."
Li Mibi, who had never expected such a remark from the Taiping Order, was stunned for a moment, then put his hands behind his back, and sneered, "Everyone has their own way of life, and Xu Huainan has the deepest thought, so he lives the most tiring life. You are not much better." Go, people who know how to play chess are often determined to win or lose. Only I think the least and live the most relaxed."
Tai Ping Ling laughed softly: "It's not that you think the least, but you are the first to admit defeat."
The deadpan spy neither admitted nor denied.
Taiping Ling sighed, "The next step is to work hard on you."
Li Mibi said unhappily: "What is the responsibility, why bother to talk about it."
Taiping Ling reached out and patted Li Mibi's shoulder, and joked with a smile: "That's right, you are the kind of gloomy person who likes to hide and plot against people, you should enjoy it."
The Shadow Prime Minister of Bei Mang, who was accustomed to being alone, was obviously not suitable for the other party's gestures, and frowned, but his heart was a little depressed, but it was a little more relaxed.
The night was dark.
Outside the house, the two elders with the most authority in the prairie walked down the steps one after another and parted ways at the gate of the small courtyard.
After Tai Ping Ling walked a long way, looking back suddenly, with tears streaming down his face, he murmured: "Miss Murong, Miss Murong..."
On the sickbed in the house, the old woman gently grabbed an old mink fur beside her, covered her body, and fell asleep slowly.
Her withered fingers lightly brushed the sable fur.
Just like the little girl whose face was full of peach blossoms back then, when she saw that young man from Liaodong for the first time in a foreign country, she was like a spring breeze.
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Xiangfu three years, winter.
The Central Plains was not stable. The Guangling River was originally balanced in the south and the north, but the situation took a turn for the worse in an instant. It was due to Shu Wang Chen Zhibao and Yan Chi Wang Shizi Zhao Zhu. They were just riding two horses without any escort. General Zhengnan, the title of Shangshu, turned his back again.
The rebel army marched northward, and Lu Shengxiang, whose army was stationed in the southern part of Gyeonggi, fell into a precarious situation in a blink of an eye.
After hearing the horrifying news, Huang Zigongqing of the temple in Tai'an City, everyone was like ants in a hot pot.
Tan Tanweng, who had already resigned due to illness, had to rejoin the big and small court meetings.
In the depths of winter, the sky is freezing cold and the heart is chilling.
A carriage slowly drove out of Huan's mansion, and came to a dilapidated mansion just one street away. The plaque had already been removed, and it became a land without an owner.
The old man got out of the carriage with two jugs of wine, climbed up the steps, and reached out to tear off the seal on the gate.
Although the few Zhao Gou spies hiding in the shadows were of high rank, they all turned a blind eye with interest.
The old man held two jugs of wine to his chest, and pushed open the door with one hand.
The old man went around the corridors and buildings in a familiar way, and came directly to the study room. Some books have been moved away, and some books are still left behind.
There is still only one chair in the study.
Back then, apart from Zhao Li and Zhao Dun, Huan Wen was probably the only one who could take his seat here and occupy the magpie's nest with peace of mind.
Huan Wen walked around the empty desk, put the two jugs of wine on the table, wiped off the heavy dust with his sleeves, and then slowly sat down. In previous years, the purple-bearded and blue-eyed man would have stood by the window.
Tan Tanweng looked towards the window, and said softly: "Bi Yan'er, look, you left without a pick, and you didn't get the peaceful and prosperous world in your mind, but only got such a smoky and shitty situation, you just don't know what to do. Don't you feel guilty? You, too, have died early, or you will regret it too!"
The old man snorted coldly, "It means that you are not here, otherwise I would really like to slap you on the head, I will really hit you, and I am definitely not scaring you."
The old man fell silent.
Guangling Dao Jiedu made Lu Baijie's life and death unknown, but Jinglue made Wang Xionggui be deported for some reason. Both life and reputation escaped, and finally he was about to return to the capital under the escort of Lu Shengxiang's troops.
Regarding the matter of welcoming Wang Xionggui back to Beijing, the Tai'an City Court Council still had a dispute. Originally, Wang Xionggui's triple identity as Zhang Lu's heir, former Minister of the Household Department, and the current economic envoy,
Sima Puhua, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, came out of the city to greet him. It was only natural that Guangling Road fell, causing half of the country to be corrupted. Wang Xionggui was in a state of desperation. Sima Puhua is worried that the reputation of the capital will be damaged, and he is even more afraid of being implicated by Wang Xionggui to anger the young emperor. Naturally, he is not willing to personally take over Wang Xionggui's hot potato. Jin Lanting, the second-in-command of the Ministry of Rites, has openly scolded Wang Xionggui for delaying the court many times at the Shilin Poetry Conference, and he would never go out of the city to greet him, so it was the turn of the poor right servant Jiang Yongle. The Liaodong Scholars Group, which has risen from the temple, has made up its mind to beat the dog in the water for the economic envoy who has always been close to the Jiangnan scholars, and publicizes Wang Xionggui's unbearable responsibility in Tai'an City. If it hadn't been for Qi Yanglong's final decision to stop the intensifying crusade, Wang Xionggui might not be greeted by the right servant of the Ministry of Rites, but the officials of the Ministry of Punishment carrying shackles.
Huan Wen was used to the ups and downs of the officialdom, so he didn't feel much about it, he was just a little discouraged.
In times of peace and prosperity, civil servants spoke too aggressively, just like the comment on Rentu Xu Xiao during the Yonghui period, it was harmless, and the cripple Xu who was far away in the northwest didn't bother to care about it.
But now it's not as good as it was back then, it's not the same.
Huan Wen had no reason to think of that young man, Bi Yan'er's youngest son Zhang Bianguan, who was said to be the most noble but worthless son of an official in the capital, who was said to be a wimp who didn't even dare to bully men and women. Young people don't rely on both ends, so no one likes to talk to them.
Among Bi Yan'er's children, Zhang Bianguan is the only one who pleases him the most, he is not afraid of seeing him, and dares to make any jokes.
Huan Wen heard that Zhang Bianguan married a woman from a small family after he left Zhang's mansion, and lived a mediocre life in the market alley. The sky flies by, day after day, year after year.
It's a pity that in the end, such a young man who was indifferent to the world also died.
The old man opened a jug of wine, raised his head and took a sip, feeling suddenly sad.
Holding the jug of wine, the old man got up and went to the window, opened the window and looked at the gray sky.
It's like snow in the evening, can you have a drink
How can a cup be enough! A pot is just so-so.
The old man took a sip of the wine, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Hey, you can't drink this kind of wine, you will be so hungry."
Tan Tan Weng, who has been in a high position throughout the three dynasties, sighed, and whispered: "I almost forgot, you are a person who doesn't like drinking."
The old man said angrily like a child: "There are people in the world who don't like to drink! How unreasonable!"
Tan Tanweng leaned against the window, looked at the desk, took small sips of wine, and soon drank most of it, a little drunk and hazy.
A little drunk but not drunk, life is at its best.
The old man seemed to see a scholar with purple beard and blue eyes, sitting behind the desk, looking at him with a smile.
Tan Tanweng remembered the time when he and that guy were young, studying the sage books together, slowly lifted the jug, and said with a soft smile: "Mo Daoru is wrong, and reading is worthy of others."
The man seemed to answer, "I am Tian Shelang in the morning, and I am in the Tianzitang in the evening."
Tan Tanweng continued to recite a sentence, "The court is full of nobles and nobles, and they are all scholars."
In the end, the two recited together: "The Son of Heaven values heroes!"
Tan Tanweng laughed loudly, not daring to look over there again, for fear that he would never see that figure again in the next moment.
The old man drank the last sip of spirits in the jug, put the jug on the window rail, and staggered out of the study.
Only my generation has the books of the sages, and the books of the sages have not failed me since ancient times.
On the desk, there was a jug of fine wine that no one drank.
Since ancient times, sages and sages have been lonely.
Only the drinker keeps his name.
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Unexpectedly, after Wang Xionggui returned to the capital, instead of being furious, His Majesty the Emperor comforted the Guangling Daoist at the court meeting, only to learn that the life and death of the Tangxi sword fairy Lu Baijie was unknown, and that he had never been attached to the rebellious vassal king Zhao Binghou , the expression of the young emperor seemed to be a little touched.
After hearing the news, not only the emperor Zhao Zhuan heaved a sigh of relief, but in fact all court officials who were born in Jiangnan Dao were relieved. After Lu Daolin and Lu Baijie successively served as Liyang's ministers, the Lu family was already a latecomer. He is the leader of the officials of the Jiangnan faction. Once Lu Baijie, the leader of the southern party on the stage, rebels from the Zhao family in Liyang, it will inevitably be a disaster in the officialdom that will affect the center of Liyang. The three great masters, in their hearts, more or less hope that Lu Baijie would rather commit suicide and die for his country than live a life of wealth and wealth. To take a step back, as long as there is no news about Lu Baijie, it is definitely a blessing in misfortune .
In fact, after the incident in the Chunxue Building, the general's performance was too disappointing.
General Yuan Tingshan of Jizhou rebelled.
The former general of Chunxue Tower, Song Li, the powerful general at the beginning of Tangtang Township, rebelled.
Qi Shence, the son of a powerful Daoist in Guangling, and a top-notch scholar in Shangyin Academy, had just made his mark when he betrayed him.
Moreover, it is said that the three of them led a cavalry army as the vanguard, and they were about to attack the Lu Shengxiang army in the south of Gyeonggi, which had not yet established a tight line of defense.
There is some encouraging news. Xu Gong, the new Jiedu envoy of Lianghuai Road, has transferred his troops to the south, preparing to form a north-south line of defense. worry.
The two lieutenants of Jizhou, Han Fang and Yang Huchen, each led their fine cavalry to gallop south, and echoed with Ma Zhongxian, the newly appointed governor of Jing'an Road, so that the hinterland of the Central Plains north of the Guangling River would not be turbulent.
Cai Bai, the adopted son of Cai Nan, the former Jiedu envoy, was promoted to the post of the post under the strong recommendation of Han Lin, the economic envoy.