The clouds are blooming, bringing a shady atmosphere to the city of Hangzhou above the earth. Amidst the faint sounds of firecrackers and gongs and drums coming from outside, Xiaochan ran into the shade with a wooden bucket and washed the washed Clothes were hung on ropes that stretched across the courtyard. The sanctuary girl is at the most fresh and lively age. Even though she is wearing a patched gray skirt, the skirt that dances occasionally in the breeze can still bring out her slender and graceful figure. While drying her clothes, she smiled and talked to the young man sitting under the eaves reading a book one after another.
That was her uncle, and, of course, is now her man.
"It's so lively... Uncle, you think he can choose that martial arts master today."
What she was talking about was naturally the "Green Forest Conference" that has been making a lot of noise in the city these days. It is said that many strange people have demonstrated their skills at the conference these days. Several generals with high martial arts in the city, together with Shenggong Fang La, participated in the viewing. These things are talked about every day outside, and when it comes to the amazing skills that so-and-so has demonstrated, it is even more than before. The Battle of the Poetry Society of the Talented is more interesting.
Of course, when it comes to poetry clubs and literary clubs, it is not uncommon in the city these days. Many literary clubs have already taken action these days, and there are also a few good poems circulating, and there are also some contemporary texts that address the drawbacks. There are some literati who have not been selected before, and naturally they hope to get a half-official position before the official finalization of the new dynasty.
The gentlemen of Wenlie Academy also participated in these poetry and literary meetings, and their status was not low, but Ning Yi naturally refused to go - the Ba Dao Camp party did not restrict it. But firstly, Ning Yi was not well-known in the Hangzhou literary circle before, and secondly, his status in Wenlie Academy is complicated, no one dares to provoke him, but he has no official identity. Even if everyone had a discussion, they only talked about it inside the academy, so his name was not spread out after all. Taking a step back, even if someone asked, he would not be able to mess with these boring things at this time - his poetry is fake anyway, and he can avoid it if he can.
At this time, hearing Xiaochan talk about the conference, Ning Yi raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's the deputy leader of the martial arts, not a martial arts master... But I didn't even invite your uncle, who is known as the bloody mantu, what kind of martial arts? The assembly, a bunch of peasants are just entertaining themselves..."
Ning Yi was joking on weekdays, and his tone was half boring and half ridiculed, Xiaochan laughed when she heard it, and climbed behind her clothes on the rope: "Then uncle, you can go, didn't Brother Achang say you can go. ( .)”
Ning Yi took the book and smiled: "But he also said that it was a harvest party. If you are too lazy to go to the martial arts like Ah Chang and Ming, did I lose my identity when I went? Did they ask me to be the leader of the alliance? "
"Oh, but I heard at the medical center that some people can breathe fire..." Xiaochan said, quite regretful, "there are people who can turn a hundred somersaults in a row..."
Ning Yi did not comment on her notion of treating a juggler as a martial arts master. Of course, the girl is not a fool. At this time, she was just chatting for fun. After drying the clothes, she put the wooden basin back in the room, sat down beside Ning Yi, fanned it with the palm fan, Ning Yi read the book, she followed along, and occasionally chatted with Ning Yi a word or two. After a while, he lowered his voice and said, "Uncle, I heard them say, you were talking about Mr. Qian in the academy?"
Since he went to see Qian Xiwen, the environment around Ning Yi was actually much more relaxed—perhaps it didn't start with visiting Qian Lao, but after talking to the young man on the roof that day, the people from the Ba Dao Camp would Clothes, various daily necessities, etc. were sent over, so today's two-person world has basically become smoother. But what Ning Yi said in class about Qian Xiwen caused a reaction in the academy after all, and now most of them think that Ning Yi has suicidal tendencies, and Xiao Chan naturally knows that, and now she asks. Of course she also knew that her uncle's mood was actually affected to a certain extent that day.
Ning Yi looked at him, and after nodding his head, he flipped through the book and said softly, "It's alright. You know that we have done a lot in Huzhou, and someone wants to protect your uncle. It's not because your head is twitching, or you feel like your uncle. Useful - very useful. That Liu Dabiao... is a lunatic with a slanted sword. It's not good to be too conservative, and it's not good to be handsome... If you do something out of the way, people will like me. Also, I really want to do something for Qian Lao, and I don't want the bones of him and his family to be buried in the mass graves, and they won't be retrieved in the future..."
Xiaochan nodded. In fact, although she seemed cheerful recently, she was actually made quite sensitive, and she was always worried about this and that. Therefore, Ning Yi did not shy away from anything he could say, and would always chat and talk to her. Speaking of the old man, the girl fanned her fan and remained silent for a while. After a while, she looked at Ning Yi and said, "The uncle told those children about this... Is he really trying to teach them?"
"Why not?" Ning Yi glanced at her with a smile.
"But...they are, after all..."
"Xiaochan, do you think... I'm on the side of the court?"
"Uh." She probably hadn't thought about these things before, but when she was asked this time, Xiaochan was taken aback. After all, she still regarded Fang La's army as a chaotic army. After thinking about it for a while, she stammered: "But, but... The old man of the Qian family is not... not... "
"I respect Qian Xiwen, because the old man has his own way, and he implements it very well. It has nothing to do with which side he stands on. If I stand on the side of the imperial court, should I follow those civil servants who only know corruption? , military attachés who are greedy for life and fear of death stand together? Those bullies, hooligans, people who make me feel hopeless, on either side I hope they die cleanly. Xiaochan, I will not stand on either side. Qian This old man will make me feel that I should live, and the rest of the people, except for you and your young lady, even if they die, I don't care."
Ning Yi smiled: "Since I am a teacher here, I will do my duty as a teacher and teach them good things, because they are just students. If they learn it, I will be very happy, and the world has changed again. It's a little more interesting. Xiaochan, it's like those officials who were in office when we were running away, let them occupy a place in my mind. I think it's a waste. They are cockroaches. If it doesn’t work, it’s better if you don’t see it, it’s everywhere anyway.”
He shrugged: "I don't hate them anyway, and I don't like them either."
After saying this, I felt that I was speaking a bit cold, but when I looked at Xiaochan, I found that the other party was nodding with his chin up, obviously not perfunctory. In fact, what Xiaochan thinks is similar. She is a little girl anyway, and the world she lives in is nothing more than that little yard and the sisters, uncles and young ladies in the small yard. In the future, there may be children she and uncle gave birth to, things outside the yard, It doesn't make much sense to her either. Of course, she is not as open-minded as her uncle. She still holds grudges against those bad officials who betrayed her uncle.
In the autumn afternoon, the atmosphere seemed a little leisurely in such a chat, the climate turned cooler and the wind was light. In such days, with the festivities of the outside world, the various wars that took place around Hangzhou seem to have become a little distant. Although wounded soldiers are occasionally sent, if you stay in the academy, you will just give lectures every day, watch a group of Confucian students drink tea, discuss some academic issues that are no different from your parents, or discuss recent The lively events in Hangzhou are really like a peaceful and prosperous age of singing and dancing.
Ning Yi knew that he still had a hurdle to pass, no matter how leisurely he was now, someone would always come over and make an arrangement for him. People can only do this when they are under the low eaves. But this level came a bit abruptly afterwards, and it was actually a bit strange.
It was the morning of the third day after chatting with Xiaochan. When he finished his class and was about to pack up and wait to take away today's salary, the mountain chief Feng Yongli came to him and said to him with a complicated look that Liu Dabiao wanted to see him. .
The vicinity of Wenlie Academy is basically the territory of Liu Dabiao of the Battalion Battalion. Ning Yi knew it at this time. The Battalion Battalion participated in the war in Jiaxing before, and it seems that he has finally returned at this time. Ning Yi followed that Feng Yongli out of the academy, but on the way outside, he saw various flags fluttering, most of which were broken or stained with blood, and groups of soldiers probably disbanded nearby. Shouting and drinking, pulling and pulling.
The house where Liu Dabiao was located was on the corner of the street, maybe it was just in the morning, and it looked messy at this time. Ning Yi entered through the door, and there were also groups of soldiers running around, some placing various items, and some doing cleaning. After entering a few doors, Ning Yi was led into a relatively quiet courtyard. Two soldiers with knives on their backs opened the front door for him. The room was filled with the smell of medicine. After he entered, the door was closed at the back. , the surroundings suddenly darkened.
The room in front of him is actually a bit big, like the palace of the emperor on TV. It is still small as the Golden Palace, and it belongs to the kind of people who have no budget and rent a small hall. , hung a gauze curtain, the window on the side of the gauze curtain opened, and the light came in, so that Ning Yi could see clearly what was in front of him.
It was a large bed like a dragon chair, with a backrest and armrests, but no upper frame, because it was too big and could only be called a bed. Only the outline of the bed can be seen clearly through the gauze curtain. There are many strange things placed beside the big bed, such as tables, books, various slips, tripods, and incense burners. Medicinal flavor. On the outline of the big bed, leaning on a powerful giant blade, a figure is sitting there, and because it is a dark shadow, it looks very domineering with the giant blade, but it is a little petite, slightly dilute the chill breath.
Beside the incense burner on one side of the bed, another figure, probably a maid, was standing there, fiddling with something.
The three people in the room calmed down the atmosphere like this.
By this time, Ning Yi was completely sure that the woman sitting across from him was the woman named Liu Xigua whom he saw when he attacked Taiping Lane that day. After waiting for a long time, the curtain finally had the first voice.
"Someone is Liu Dabiao." Half of the pretentious literary air, half of the pretentious bandit, combined with the voice of a woman, although it was rough, became quite strange.
The sound was unpleasant... After a long time, I remembered that this was Ning Yi's first impression of this girl named Liu Xigua.
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