, pinched a corner with two fingers in his left hand, casually flipped through seven or eight pages with his right hand, and quickly handed it over to the impoverished Juzi with chilblains, but when the latter immediately borrowed the poem manuscript with both hands, Sun Yin took the lead to let go , The poem manuscripts immediately fell all over the floor, Sun Yin looked at the astonished scholar, took out a small piece of broken silver for some reason, threw it on the ground, and when he passed by that Xishu scholar, he sneered and said: "I won't pick up that piece of silver, because it's really worthless to me. Your poem manuscript should be the same to you, because it's too worthless."
Sun Yin just swaggered away.
After walking far away, Sun Yin turned his head to look at that person.
Scholars in thin clothes squatted on the ground, picking up poem manuscripts page by page.
Sun Yin also saw that the man raised his arm and wiped his face.
Sun Yin sighed, and walked slowly towards a mansion that wasn't too far away.
When he arrived, the concierge, who was originally recognized as extremely difficult to serve in the capital, did not stop him at all, and even showed a very sincere smile. This was obviously not just because Sun Yin was the second in command of the Imperial College.
After finding Tan Tan Weng in the study who was drinking peanuts, Sun Yin didn't need to be led the way, but just drank by himself.
Huan Wen said with a smile: "The pagoda tree flowers are yellow, and you are busy. When the spring is green, you are busy. Just get used to it. When you reach my age, you can stop being busy."
After drinking several large bowls of wine, Sun Yin suddenly lifted a pair of chopsticks, tapped the edge of the wine bowl lightly, and said softly: "The snowy night in the capital freezes fingers, the beggars in ruined temples snore like thunder, the high walls of Zhumen are warmer than spring, purple clothes and white mustaches Old nobleman, if you close your eyes, you won't be able to ask..."
Listening to Sun Yin's long story, Huan Wen listened to it for a long time, brought a bowl of wine to his mouth, but didn't drink it, and finally couldn't help laughing and cursing: "What a mess!"
After Sun Yin stopped, he shut up and said nothing.
Huan Wen took a sip of his wine and said softly, "But the meaning is still a little bit small."
Sun Yin said calmly: "I borrowed it with a piece of silver. It's a loan, I can't afford it."
Tan Tanweng is so spicy and what kind of morality, but he took another sip of wine leisurely and let out a series of clicks, I don't know if the wine is too spicy or something.
Sun Yin asked: "Out of wine?"
Huan Wen rolled his eyes and said: "Young people shouldn't use alcohol to get drunk to drown their sorrows. You know what it's like to be sad at a young age. Only when you are in your seventies and eighties and you are tired of working, do you use it to destroy people's hearts."
Sun Yin stared and said: "Don't be sour, speak human words!"
Huan Wen put the empty wine bowl heavily on the table, and stared at him: "You don't understand what I mean? There's no wine for you!"
Sun Yin slumped against the back of the chair.
Huan Wen said angrily: "If it weren't for you kid, you finally know that you can take advantage of the official hat and put your first monthly salary in your pocket. Hurry up and change it to a yearly payment with that merchant, or else don't drink those bowls of wine. You don't even want to enter my gate!"
As soon as Huan Wen mentioned this, he became really angry. He took his finger and nodded the youngest You Jijiu in the history of the Imperial College, "My brain is flooded! With Beimang and Liyang as the offensive and defensive sides, talk about martial arts? Talk about you Big head ghost!"
Huan Wen grabbed the wine bowl on the table and threw it at it, not caring about the blood flowing from Sun Yin's forehead, he said sharply: "Well, what a country is in crisis, Wu does not care about life, Wen does not care about fame! What an inch of mountains and rivers and an inch of blood! What a Beimang knocking off the pass and going straight to Tai'an City! You, Beiliang Sun Yin, are the only one in the world who knows the art of war and the current situation!"
Sun Yin simply closed his eyes, and would not fight back if he was beaten or scolded.
The more Sun Yin looked like this, the angrier Huan Wen became, and he slapped the table heavily, "You thought His Highness the Crown Prince who was sitting on the futon was a fool? Zhongshuling Qi Yanglong was a fool?!"
Huan Wen almost cursed directly, "You think I, Huan Wen, are a fool?! Fuck you!"
Sun Yin said nonchalantly: "I'm sorry, my mother died long ago."
"Fuck you!"
"Dead too."
"I don't care if the eighteen generations of your ancestors are dead or not!"
Sun Yin stopped talking completely.
Huan Wen slowed down, with a sad expression on his face, his hands trembling, and he said softly, "Bi Yan'er has never done favoritism in his life, and he only made an exception once in his lifetime for you, a bastard."
Sun Yin's expression was dull, "In Guozijian, so many scholars who are full of knowledge think that the 300,000 cavalry in Beiliang should die completely, and even think that even the millions of people in Beiliang will die if they die."
"When Yan Zhenchun died, they were indifferent, and when Zhang Julu died, they were very happy."
"These people think that if they are Yan Zhenchun, they can easily defeat Xie Xijun's cavalry army. These people think that if they are Zhang Julu, they can already rule the country and rule the world."
"These people are all scholars."
Sun Yin lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and said with sobs: "When I was young, it was hard for me to go to a private school. Mr. is a survivor of the Spring and Autumn Period who stayed in Beiliang for some reason during the Hongjia North Run. I remember that Mr. likes to take us half-read and half-read. Singing the "Song of Everlasting Sorrow". Before I left Lingzhou, I saw my husband for the last time. He said that he did not expect that the sound of reading books he heard in Beiliang was the same as the sound of books he heard in his hometown. So it doesn't matter if Mister says that he will be buried in Beiliang after his death."
"The city of Tai'an for these scholars is so peaceful."
"I don't want to see this kind of peace. I, Sun Yin, want to go back to my hometown, and I would rather watch the smoldering wars there."
Huan Wen said to himself: "Sun Yin, if you want to go back to Beiliang, I won't stop you. But I hope you know that the Tai'an City of those scholars you see is not the real Tai'an City, nor is it owned by everyone. Taian City."
"This city has had my mentor, Zhang Julu, Xun Ping, Yan Zhenchun, Huan Wen, who is still alive, and many others, you don't know."
"Xu Xiao, Li Beware, Cao Changqing, and Yang Taisui have all been in this place before, they are so high-spirited, and each of them can have a clear conscience."
"When you go back to Beiliang, you may become an official, a counselor, and you may die on the battlefield with a clear conscience. But if you don't give up today, one day, at some point in the future, you will have the opportunity to treat another young People say, 'In Tai'an City, there is my Sun Yin. In this world, there is my Sun Yin!'”
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In a secluded courtyard in a narrow alley, a woman sits quietly on the threshold of the inner courtyard. The firewood gate of the outer courtyard is open, and she looks out of the door.
Like waiting for someone to come home.
Occasionally, she would hear the melodious yelling of those selling candied haws coming from a distance, but it may be that this alley is too small to see those vendors carrying candied haws passing by the door.
She put her hands on her abdomen and said softly, "Bianguan, the child and I are fine."
But we all miss you.