On the second day, everything came to light. The woman whose real name is Fan Xiaochai is a daughter of a dilapidated family whose family was in ruins because of Da Zhuguo's tricks. , used for work, land occupation and root search.
The youngest son of the Lin family is just a fool who is being used, but he is half dead. This Tanhua master is kept in the dark. He only covets the rouge style of Sister Fan's mouth. He is stupid in reading. How can he know that the more attractive the woman is, the more beautiful she is? It was a disaster, a bad arrangement by chance, and he was fascinated and brought into Beiliang Palace without knowing his life. God knows how heartbroken the Lin family of Qiaoguo in Hedong was after knowing such a catastrophe. In a hurry, Miss Fan who entered the mansion took the opportunity of sightseeing to draw the map of the palace and the portrait of the eldest son Xu Fengnian, and then looked for opportunities to assassinate, but their people were far inferior to those in Liangwang's mansion, and they all suffered. As for Fan Xu Fengnian, who was sitting listening to the warm wine in the pavilion, didn't bother to pay attention to the end of the pusher behind the surnamed woman and Qiao Guolin's family. He just wanted to know whether Fan Xiaochai regretted dying for a man he had never met.
Xu Fengnian has no sympathy for these people's moths to the flames. Beautiful women in the world always spring up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, just like night grass in the grassland. After all, everyone felt sorry for the past, wouldn't it be exhausting, Xu Fengnian really didn't have this kind of leisure, not to mention three years of traveling like a bereaved dog, Xu Fengnian also learned a lot of simple worldly things in the market. An uninfluential young swordsman, that guy always likes to say that being merciful to the enemy is to make life difficult for him. It is said that he learned it from some senior swordsmen who have no ambitions and no fame. Every time he talks about it, he drools. Splash, always spray the saliva all over Xu Fengnian's face.
Xu Fengnian still remembers the guy who can't afford an iron sword and can only carry a wooden sword. Every time he sees the eyes of knights with swords on the street, flower pickers bump into beautiful ladies, it's exactly the same. If this guy knows that he is forced to listen to him bragging every day How should the Mahayana swordsmanship be like, that old Huang is the sword Jiuhuang who can fight against the old monsters of Emperor Wu of the city, and the old guy has five famous swords hidden in the sword box on his back, how would he feel? ? That guy who is so full of thoughts about finding a famous teacher to learn art, how is he doing now? Have you ever made a name for yourself in swordsmanship
When we parted at the border of Nanyan, the man said to Xu Fengnian with arrogance: "When my brothers get rich, please eat the best sauced beef. One catty is not enough, just three catties, just eat as much as you want!"
Three catties of beef seems to be the limit of his imagination.
In the real arena, after all, there are few top masters who can break the river with a sword and pull the mountains and rivers. More are unknown pawns like that guy, dreaming of far-fetched, funny and ridiculous dreams in the arena. Xu Fengnian rubbed his cheeks hard, and seeing Yuan Zuozong standing aside, waiting for him quietly, Xu Fengnian got up quickly and moved the embroidered pier for General Longwu, the third rank. Said: "Your Highness, the prince asked me to ask how to deal with the woman surnamed Fan."
Xu Fengnian said with a smile, "It's up to you."
Yuan Zuozong nodded slightly, and when he got an unexpected answer, he immediately got up and prepared to leave.
Xu Fengnian didn't stop him, he got up again after sitting down and said: "Brother Yuan, let's drink together if you have time, if you don't get drunk, you won't go home."
Yuan Zuozong showed a rare smile and said, "Okay."
Xu Fengnian took a pot of wine that he had prepared earlier from the coffee table, carried it to Tingchao Pavilion, went straight up to the eighth floor, and saw the master who buried his head in copying books, Li Yishan, whose character was Yuanying, with disheveled hair and a haggard man in Jianghu. The reputation of the temples is not obvious, but in Beiliang Palace, no one dares to disrespect the number one cleanser in the mansion. Xu Fengnian sat aside, picked up the green gourd on the red sandalwood table, and poured the wine Entering, the smell of wine overflowed for a while, the man stopped writing, and said with a soft smile: "Now you have finally lost your makeup, and the three-year parade will still be beneficial."
Xu Fengnian chuckled, and then worried: "Master, Lao Huang went to Wudi City, can he get back the Huanglu sword on the city wall?"
Li Yishan took a sip of his wine and shook his head lightly.
Xu Fengnian was shocked and said: "The old man at the bottom of the lake is already unmatched, and Lao Huang is obviously stronger. Isn't Wang Xianzhi, the self-proclaimed city lord in the East China Sea, truly invincible?"
Holding the green gourd, Li Yishan didn't drink anymore, just sniffed it, and said slowly: "Unrivaled under heaven? There are still a group of people above the first rank. Wang Xianzhi has been immersed in martial arts all his life, and he is close to mastering the mystery, but he can't be called invincible. Now Martial arts is divided into groups of heroes, each with its own advantages and disadvantages. In the past, the scene of one person being the top will not appear now, nor will it be possible in the future. Besides, the ultimate in martial arts is just touching the threshold of the way of heaven. Moreover, martial arts outside the temple have little influence on the general trend of the world. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been trampled across the rivers and lakes by your Beiliang iron cavalry back then. I don’t care if you don’t want to learn martial arts, and the Dazhu Kingdom doesn’t force it. Civil servants may disturb the government, but ordinary people will never disrupt the country."
Xu Fengnian couldn't help but laugh. For more than ten years, the Liyang Dynasty has tirelessly spread this saying of killing without blood: a million soldiers can be defeated, but a national thief can be feared. The first half of the sentence is pinching one's nose and praising Da Zhu Kingdom's great martial arts achievements, which is suspected of being killed by praise; This is very knowledgeable, even Xu Xiao clapped his hands and laughed loudly after hearing it, but after laughing, he cursed, "Shangyin Academy, who are full of food and support their empty talk, should be killed".
Li Yishan held the flagon to make room for Xu Fengnian to copy the lonely classics. Xu Fengnian has long been used to it, and his handwriting skills are not weak, but he has never been able to cultivate a sense of integrity. Take the green gourd and tap it. Li Yishan asked His Royal Highness to copy a light, and sat down again. Xu Fengnian lay beside him, looking sideways at his master. His face was pale and white-haired, and the yellow scroll and blue lantern were hollow. I heard that the most difficult thing in the world is the state of decline. The most difficult thing is to be hollow. What kind of experience can make the master so calm? Li Yishan said softly without raising his head: "Go, see the guests you have invited into the Tide Tide Pavilion, they are about to climb up to the third floor."
Xu Fengnian let out an oh, and quietly went downstairs.
On the second floor, Xu Fengnian saw under the quaint bookshelves piled up like a mountain to form a whole wall of books, standing the obscure white fox face, holding a yellowed martial arts secret book in his left hand, and tapping his smooth forehead with the index finger of his right hand regularly. The embroidered knife in the sheath is inserted into the bookshelf as a marker.
Bai Hu'er just glanced at Xu Fengnian, then lowered his head again.
Xu Fengnian, who was boring himself, had to retreat.
In the huge Beiliang Prince's Mansion, it seems that there is only His Royal Highness the Shizi, an idle and casual person, the kind who fades away like a bird.
In the middle of the year, Dazhu Kingdom chose an auspicious day to crown his son in the ancestral temple. What is very unreasonable is that the crowning ceremony of the eldest son of the king of Northern Liang is not as grand as ordinary wealthy families. Not only are the guests invited very few, even the two sisters and younger brothers of His Royal Highness were not present. After being led into the Taimiao, worshiping the ancestors of heaven and earth, and crowning them three times, they are black hemp cloth crown, white buckskin hat and red black plain crown. The small three crowns on Xu Fengnian's head involved too much vision and attention. The first crown, All the officials of the Liyang Dynasty cared about it, because it meant that His Royal Highness could enter the court, and the meaning of the second crown was more practical and long-term, because the 300,000 cavalry in Beiliang were waiting to see. As for the third crown, There are only some symbolic meanings, which are not taken seriously by comparison.
His Royal Highness, whose hair was full and crowned, had been busy all day, his face was tense, and after saluting with the officials from Beiliang who came to the house, he was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief and enjoy the tea and water served by the maids in Wutong Garden Just like rubbing his shoulders, tapping his back, pinching his legs, resting, Xu Fengnian adjusted the headgear and clothing himself, and finally came to the tomb of the princess with Xu Xiao. A pair of tall green and white jade lions were lifelike, both of which were lively shapes of lionesses and children. The right-hand lioness guards three cubs, symbolizing the princess and her three biological children. The cubs are the eldest daughter Xu Zhihu, the second daughter Xu Weixiong, and the youngest son Xu Longxiang. The left-hand lioness just bows her head and kisses a cub. The pampering and partiality of the eldest son Xu Fengnian is endless in life and after death! Xu Fengnian stood in front of the stone lion, his eyes were red. Xu Xiao from Dazhu Kingdom sighed softly. Every time the young Fengnian felt wronged, he sneaked here and stayed for the whole night. No matter the weather was cold or hot, he never got sick.
The tomb of the concubine is surrounded by two walls of white jade, forming a grand atmosphere of a city within the city. The main sacred path is sixty feet long. There are fourteen kinds!
Nearly a hundred stone carvings, full of spirit and spirit, run through the whole atmosphere, and the momentum is like a rainbow. In addition, the height of the mausoleum's top and the scale of the underground palace are far higher than that of any vassal king in the dynasty. The two maids' tombs, when the princess's tomb was first built, were criticized by countless people in the world. The emperor's imperial study was filled with impeachment memorials almost overnight, but they were all suppressed and ignored.
The hunchbacked and lame Da Zhuguo stood in front of the grave, silent.
After Xu Fengnian finished offering sacrifices, he squatted in front of the grave and said softly, "Father, I'll stay a little longer."
Da Zhuguo said softly: "Don't catch a cold, your mother will feel distressed."
Xu Fengnian hummed.
King Rentu of Beiliang walked on the main divine path, thinking silently, exactly three hundred and sixty-five steps.
The only Dazhu Kingdom with power over the ruling and opposition parties clearly remembers the first time he entered the court and was conferred, from the red lacquered gate to the gate of the Kunji Palace, the first time he was young and vigorous, and walked 280 years. Fourteen steps. Later, when I got older and my legs were lame, I walked more and more slowly and longer, but never exceeded 365.
After 40 years of military service, Xu Xiao has a clear conscience and is not afraid of heaven, earth, ghosts and gods.
Da Zhuguo walked out of the main Shinto path, turned his head and looked, the child must be humming that little song, "Spring God Ballad", the child's mother taught him back then.
Xu Xiao thought of a secret letter that was urgently delivered to the desk at midnight last night, hesitating whether to hand it in or not, Feng Nian just passed the big day of Guan Guan, this letter came at a very bad time.
The King of Beiliang walked along the path to the top of Qingliang Mountain. He seemed single, but in reality there were countless secret guards along the way. Not to mention the carefully selected soldiers in the army, even those who were only two lines away from the realm of a great master, from a master of the first rank, there were close friends. three. Xu Xiao thought that the head on the item was still worth some gold. When he was young, he felt that it would be fine to be killed in battle and be picked off by the enemy. It would be a pleasure to wrap a corpse in horse leather. The higher the title, the more cherished it is. Xiao has always insisted on today's prosperity, which was created by countless brothers who risked their lives. Going to the underworld too early, I am sorry for those heroic souls who were hastily buried in the north and south of the river, especially most of these people have families, and he must take care of them. Don't worry, the big tree attracts strong winds, and the wind is even stronger when the tree falls. Aristocratic families are no different from dynasties.
He walked into the Yellow Crane Tower, looking a little deserted and gloomy. He climbed to the top of the mountain and then climbed to the top of the building, just like the magnificent life of this king with a different surname. , with two sons and two daughters under his knees, 300,000 iron cavalry under his command, six sons, a cloud of masters in the royal palace, countless clerks and think tanks, disciples and old officials all over the court and the public, one trick and one trick is rooted in all directions, the so-called gold and jade are full of wealth. Enemy country, that's all. Of course, there are also countless political enemies and enemies. Isn't the little girl surnamed Fan just a blind bird who threw herself into a trap? It's just that Xu Xiao usually doesn't bother to care about such small characters. Beiliang's military affairs are already busy enough, and every few years there will be smoke everywhere on the border, but most of them are ignited by him. He also has to deal with the troubles in the imperial city, and even the affairs of the rivers and lakes have long been ignored. Xu Xiao rubbed his hands, and accidentally remembered a poem he heard when he was young, but unfortunately he could only remember fragments. What he watched in the Imperial City was blurred, but Xu Xiao always remembered the last sentence: "Fifty years Hongye, talk to the mountain ghost and listen."
Xu Xiao, who was standing in the empty corridor of the Yellow Crane Tower, waited until the east turned pale, and then said softly: "Yin, send the letter to Feng Nian, he has already performed the crowning ceremony after all."
There was no explicit response.
Xu Xiao waited patiently for the sun to rise.
There are twelve elite dead men in Dazhu State, named after the Twelve Earthly Branches. When the eldest son Xu Fengnian was born, he began to train another group of dead men for his descendants, named after heavenly stems. Unfortunately, only four have been trained so far. During his son's travels , Two more people were killed in battle one after another, and it became more and more distant to gather ten people of Jia, B, C, D, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, Rengui. Fortunately, Da Zhuguo was very satisfied with the two special chess pieces other than the slain warriors. The oldest of these children was no more than 25 years old, and the youngest was only 12 years old. It's better to start from a master of the first rank, but when it comes to killing methods, they are not bad at all. Only those who can kill can save people. Xu Xiao is more convinced of this than anyone else.
When Xu Xiao went downstairs, he asked: "Ugly. Yuan Zuozong can convince me, what about Chen Zhibao?"
In the shadows, there came a hoarse voice like a blunt whetstone, "Return to my lord, I can't."
Xu Xiao rubbed his temples and smiled, "If I remember correctly, Chen Zhibao saved your life in the battle at Luoyang Princess Tomb. With such a friendship, you don't know how to smooth things over for him? Don't be afraid of him today Just die suddenly?"
silence.
Loyalty and filial piety.
In Beiliang, this order cannot be messed up. Whoever messes up will die. If the "ugly" who is destined to always hide behind the scenes tries to smooth things over for Chen Zhibao, it will be nothing more than a small matter of costing an extra life.
Xu Xiao was unpredictable, and said to himself, "Little Rentu."