After seeing thousands of horses galloping and fighting like a forest, no one would easily ask a general if he would still be afraid of weapons and arrows, and not all generals would be willing to answer.
The old house was upright. There was blood everywhere in the bedroom, and there was no place to stay. The pale-skinned child was hiding among the piled corpses. He heard the head rolling hundreds of times overnight, but he always held on to the cold hands of his parents, even if it was his waist. He had suffered two deep stab wounds, and he clenched his teeth without saying a word. He was like a young corpse lying in the light of the sky. He was lying in a pool of blood like the deceased in this old house. The fire in the house in the courtyard reflected the blood. , but the child's disease could not be cured. After many years of visiting famous doctors, there was still no solution.
Before that night, the Huang family was the eldest member of the Yuan Shu clan. Although they had not gained much authority in the official account, they had no ancestral influence or noble surname to rely on. The only thing that the child's father had used his skills to make a smooth path in the business world. Because his family was well off and quite knowledgeable, he gained a good reputation after he settled in the Shucui tribe. Later, he became good friends with the Shucui tribe's father and heir, and simply moved his family to the Shucuo tribe's tent city. They live next to each other, but they don't want to lean into the power. Except for the professor's own son and the son of his best friend, he goes out with that clan father and son, even though he is already in his prime, and the mountains and the moon are in his arms. , often does not return home, which often makes his wife angry. But even if the Huang family had never had anything to do with the Shucuo tribe, they were eventually harmed by the Shucuo tribe. It was probably when Hehan was seriously ill that he intervened in the issue of establishing an heir, and he happened to be recovering from a serious illness??????? He Han of ????????? took advantage of the situation and wanted to smooth over the elders of the tribes in the Yuan Dynasty, so he punished them and ordered the Zhengzhang tribe, who had always used the same technique to reprimand the tribes for their old grievances. There were no fewer than tens of thousands of people implicated in Lao's treatment. All the people in the official residence of the Shucuo tribe were executed, and those who had an affair with the elders and heirs of the clan were raised and killed. Until there was no one in the Shukuo tribe who was involved with the clan elders anymore, that was the end. Can't stop.
The following year, He Han died, and the chaos in the Dayuan Department began to appear. No one knew whether this was the result of He Han's instruction, or whether it was because he was unable to govern when the oil was exhausted. After the government gained momentum, it was almost immediate.
The child who struggled to crawl out of the fire and blood that night only knew that his name was Huang Dingjun, who was given by his father. He did not have too many taboos, and he never sought out the famous fortune tellers. Whenever the children asked in doubt, Huang's father, who was very rich and handsome, always said that the sky is high and the water is wide, and the chivalrous spirit is strong, the money and food in the world will be equal. Until many years later, Huang Dingjun could still vaguely remember that whenever there was a disaster or severe cold, the central courtyard of the Huang Mansion could accommodate nearly a hundred refugees or lonely people. , you can get side dishes, rice and noodles, the weight is very heavy, without giving copper coins, there are many charity activities, he is obviously a businessman, good at poetry, calligraphy and painting, and has a knight-errant spirit.
If there hadn't been that murderous case, Huang Dingjun often thought that even though he didn't have the ability to maneuver in the business world, he might have become a scholar whose name would go down through the ages.
It was not yet early in the morning, and the skyscape of the Great Yuan Dynasty was still dim. There were no returning birds or dusky crows. Scattered snowflakes were scattered like a civet cat scratching the window lattice. The sound was shallow and the lingering sound was light. The scholar came out from the bed He stood up with difficulty, got dressed and walked not far away. After offering incense, he sat down again with difficulty. Suddenly, he felt that there was no warmth anywhere in his body. It was as cold as frost, as if he had fallen into a cellar, and he coughed suddenly. After I got up, I couldn't stop for a while, my whole body was ups and downs, and by the end it was all in one piece.
The house was very small, but there were enough room for two or three copper stoves. Even so, the scholar's face was still green and his lips were pale. Just when he was about to raise his hand to grind the ink, he knocked over the inkstone and smiled bitterly.
When the door opened, a woman walked into the room, holding a bowl of boiling soup in her hand. She put it on the table without saying a word. Then she leaned down to light the copper stove again. She didn't stand up to the scholar until she saw the hazy smoke outside the window. He picked up the inkstone, polished the ink and took two steps back without saying a word.
The scholar was very ashamed. He suppressed his coughing and wheezing and said with a sad smile, "Urge me too hard. I will definitely not act recklessly next time. The Great Yuan is not yet determined, so I feel that I have no intention of living in peace."
But as soon as the words came out, the woman dressed as a maid suddenly became gloomy, but she still didn't utter a word. She looked at the scholar coldly, then put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and almost took the pen, paper and pen from the scholar's hand by force. , and then handed the soup to the scholar, but the latter refused to take it, so the woman kept holding the boiling soup, her hands were red with blood, but she still wanted to hand it to the scholar without saying a word.
"You clearly know that this decoction is useless, so why bother." At the moment, the scholar could not see the sight of the two armies fighting freely in front of the formation, but even so, he still took the decoction with one hand and freed up his cold left hand to hold the woman's hands. , rubbed his palms, frowned and said, "You are already at the age when you are about to leave the palace, why are you still acting like a child? Whether the disease can be cured or not has already been determined. Thanks to Mr. Yan's cultivation, he can survive for a few more years. It is already enough. , why bother asking for more. You, you, we have known each other for a long time, but you are still the same as before, stubborn girl. "
But is there any way that no one can stop the soldiers on the battlefield?
"The soup is not for you to drink, you drink it for me."
"Young Master has been the only son of the Huang family since he was a child. He is very precious. I am just a mere maid. I have always served the Young Master. How dare I complain at all? But this medicine is not to cure the Young Master, but for my own peace of mind." , that’s why I acted like this and contradicted the young master, please forgive me.”
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Three pillars of green smoke slowly circled to the roof, and then quickly dispersed. The visitor did not knock on the door. When he stepped into the house, he happened to see the master and the servant. At that moment, he covered his eyes and waved his hands repeatedly, speaking vaguely? ???????????????It's a sin, it's a sin to ruin a good thing. You two go on and wait outside the house. But after waiting for a long time, no one answered, and the person who came was another chicken thief, revealing his two I peeked around and saw that there was no other movement between the two people in the room. I felt a little depressed for a moment. I picked up a creaky old chair and sat down directly. I was holding half a bottle of wine in my hand. The smell of alcohol was particularly strong a few steps away. , even the peach blossoms on the forehead, which looked like old scars, were even more rosy, and he raised his head to drink again.
The layman who escaped from the nunnery searched for almost half a day. At dusk yesterday, he asked where the scholar lived. But he didn't believe it. He got up to drink in the middle of the night without sleep. He simply found it by himself. There are only two extremely narrow houses in this place. It is said that the scholar is now in the nunnery. The status of Xu Meng's house is already on an equal footing with him. Even though it has always been simple and fresh, and smells like copper, the house should not be so shabby. What's more, when the scholar's old cold disease attacks, he is like hugging the snow in the ice and snow. He can't bear the great Yuan Dynasty. In winter, these two houses may seem to have drafts from all sides, making them uninhabitable.
It just so happened that the scholar who was the most powerful man on the battlefield was really shrinking in such a miserable place.
"If I dare to ask, who is this?" Just as he was about to ask why he was recuperating here, the layman in the nunnery raised his face and looked at the portrait hanging behind the three pillars of incense.
"Brother, when you come here, you won't come here without anything. The layman who escaped from the nunnery is as smart as ten ancient advisers, so how can he come here for no reason? He is the best at judging the situation, and I dare not compare it with you. This is not the Xumeng Mansion. You can say it bluntly. That is, there is no need to go around a few times and waste a lot of words." What the scholar said is indeed true. Because the cold syndrome did not go away, the cough and breath were particularly severe, and it was only after he spoke a few words that his chest heaved and he started coughing violently again.
Yan Qiye once ordered the Xu Meng Mansion to spend a lot of money to visit famous doctors in the world and even those who were proficient in witchcraft and sorcery, but all of them were concerned about the scholar's illness. When the day came, he finally got up, but he couldn't sit still for a long time in front of the two armies, so he went back to recuperate. The laymen in the escape nunnery have always heard about it, but after seeing it today, they realized that the scholar's original appearance had been reduced by the disease. He only had a pair of eyebrows and eyes, which were quite sharp when he stood up, like a dying sick tiger with only a few sporadic majesty and posture left. Just barely.
"You don't need to worry about the war, just calm down and rest your mind. But there is one thing I don't understand very well. How can the Royal Court of Zhengzhang rely on it to survive to this day?"
"What I rely on is that the previous generation Hehan did a good job, at least for most people in the Yuan Dynasty." The scholar laughed without any clue, and said hoarsely to the drunken layman in front of him, " If you want to sleep peacefully on the couch, someone must take this step. The elder of the Dayuan clan has this hard thorn that can't be removed but is stuck in the middle of Dayuan's throat. When it comes to pulling it out, the force is too small and the root is not removed, and the force is too strong. It is easy to cut the throat, which is a dilemma. For the common people, it is rare to have a wise king like Hehan in the previous generation. But people often take care of themselves. If they feel good about themselves, they think those who say bad things are ridiculous. But As far as I'm concerned, if it can be supported by others, it must be hated by others."
"Lanxi is the name I gave her. In that case, Lanxi's family also lost their lives in the massacre of the tribal elders during the extraction. The two of us had to survive by scavenging along the streets of the market, and even stealing. We had no relatives. There is no way to make a living, and the reason is that my father had a good personal relationship with the Shucuo tribe, and there were no dogs or chickens left in the house. Lanxi's parents were just ordinary people raising horses for the powerful people of the Shucuo tribe, and they died for some reason."
The scholar coughed a few times and looked around the house, "When my father was young and had a poor family but had many friends, he once inscribed a plaque on his humble residence and called it Xuanjizhai. I also followed suit and called this place Fengjizhai for ten years. The wind filled my heart, but my hatred did not diminish. When the Liushu tribe came down in the wind, I did not take away their military power. Instead, I dug up the old grave of the Liushu tribe who personally handled the murder, and whipped hundreds of them. Only then can we temporarily relieve the remaining hatred, and if we can capture the Royal Court of Zhengzhang while we are still alive, the remaining hatred must be paid back several times with the old and new Hehan."
"There are so many knots in the world that can be solved, let alone solved. I'm afraid I won't be able to live for a few days, so I won't waste my efforts. After climbing out of the mountain of corpses in the Huang Mansion, there is no one in the world. Huang Dingjun, only Huang covers his nest. Please tell Mr. Yan that in a few days, I will make my way west to the Royal Court of the Zhengtang. I will die in this way. , I sincerely ask the Xu Meng Mansion to treat Lan Xi kindly."
Hatred is a bone-breaking poison and a good remedy for the world.
It was rare that the layman in the nunnery was not drunk this time. When he walked out of the house, he felt that all the drunkenness had drained out of his body. He looked back outside the old house and saw the long smoke from the copper stove coming and going erratically. Suddenly, he felt that Huang Dingjun was right. Perhaps if it hadn't been for that shocking murder that year, this scholar might not have been unable to be a good gentleman.
Listening to the wind blowing through the forest and beating leaves, seeing the sunset in the distant mountains, the chivalrous youth in the suburbs, walking around the humble house without any ordinary feeling.
