(thirty-one)
If this continues, she is also worried that Xin Qiji will be full of flaws.
By the way, when future generations think of Xin Qiji, the first thing they think of is not his brilliant literary talent and his brilliant pen, nor his burning of the lamp to watch the swordsmanship, but his bad words and weak hands.
Then she is definitely to blame.
Others may be eloquent gentlemen who only use words but not actions; they may be extremely brave fighters who only use actions but not words.
However, in Xin Qiji's case, he combined words and actions in a unique way.
After provoking his opponents with harsh words, he defeated them with strong strength.
Xin Qiji is so talkative that his force value is still high.
Allow her a moment of quiet repentance.
"Grandpa, this is wrong."
Sunge sneered, pretending to be majestic, and warned in a vicious voice, "You'd better shut up. If you don't speak and act carefully, you don't know the bounds of heaven and earth. When you go back, I will make you kneel in front of the ancestral hall and hand-write the Filial Piety Sutra a hundred times to let you know." Grandfather’s majesty cannot be challenged.”
She doesn't care, she is the absolute authority and master.
Xin Qiji smiled and said nothing, his beautiful eyebrows becoming softer and softer in the sunlight.
Sun Ge raised his eyebrows and returned to the carriage contentedly.
The carriage stopped, Xin Qiji looked at the magnificent gate of the house and the lifelike stone lions, and said insincerely, "Is this the suffering that grandfather said?"
"This kind of suffering is really unique."
Sunge nodded solemnly, "Grandpa is feeling bitter. He is getting older and is afraid of being alone."
"I went to stay at the inn with great interest, but I was kicked out without mercy."
"When people get old and lose their usefulness, they are easily bullied."
"You have to make the decision for your grandfather."
Xin Qiji was speechless.
Let him suffer this.
God knows how messy the inn was before the scientific examination. There was no queue even for a bucket of hot water. "Grandpa, my grandson is young and not afraid of hardship."
"If you still suffer like this in the future, please give it to your grandson to eat."
Xin Qiji's words were righteous, his voice was like a bell, and his power was like a sharp sword.
The next second, he rushed into the house.
After bathing, changing clothes, and eating, Xin Qiji felt as if he had been hungry for eight hundred years. He couldn't put down the bowls and chopsticks at all. He ate quickly and urgently, but he still didn't appear rude.
After eating for a while, I went back to my room and slept in darkness.
I slept for a whole day and night.
During this period, Sun Ge couldn't help but go to take a breath.
Some people are still alive, but they are a little bit dead in their sleep.
Relaxed, Sunge continued to arrange the deployment of Yanjing in an orderly manner for the next few months or even years.
Her plan may not be absolutely successful, so she needs to be prepared.
After Xin Qiji woke up, Sunge directly informed Xin Qiji of his plans and allowed Xin Qiji to participate in various discussions in Yanjing.
Although Xin Qiji is young, he has some qualities that need to be cultivated from an early age.
Sooner or later, the umbrella in her hand will be handed over to Xin Qiji. The more perfect she grows, the more assured she will be.
Fortunately, Xin Qiji did not disappoint her.
After everything was arranged, Sunge and Xin Qiji rode their horses and left the newly prosperous Yanjing. Facing the scorching summer wind, the hustle and bustle of Yanjing gradually faded away, replaced by the simplicity and unrestrainedness of the fields.
The way back is different from the way back, and the experiences and experiences are also very different.
When I rushed to Yanjing, even though there were black shops on the road seeking wealth and killing people first, and bandits blocking the road and stealing money behind, it was still relatively peaceful and lively.
That's the official way,
No matter how dangerous the official path is, it still has its limits.
When returning to the city, the only places I choose to pass by are remote villages.
No, maybe some places were once bustling and prosperous towns, but now they have become deserted and desolate, with only a few sparsely populated areas. Occasionally there are sounds, but these sounds are either the howls of ferocious wild cats or the sighs of waning old men.
Depression and silence.
What is more terrifying than the depression and silence is the gloom and despair.
There are still traces of long-dried blood on the walls, and numerous bones are exposed under the grass.
Sunge was also unsure whether these bones had decomposed over the years or whether they had been eaten by birds and animals.
This is the result of the Jin invasion and the court's inaction.
Similar small towns emerge in endlessly.
Xin Qiji's face became more determined and stern, and the young man grew up rapidly under the hardships of abandoned cities and withered bones.
A sense of responsibility and mission fills my heart.
This is a transformation that reading thousands of books cannot bring about.
You have to travel thousands of miles to see it with your own eyes.
At the beginning, Xin Qiji, who was young and young, would dig holes to bury corpses with a sore nose.
But later, he discovered that there was no end to the burial.
The water is flowing, the wind is cold in the west, and the people's clothes are like snow.
Innocent people, some died in the flames of war, some died in natural disasters, and some died in the sinister human heart.
The body is not covered with clothes and the food is not enough.
"grandfather."
In the wild, a bonfire was lit.
Sunge sat on the floor, while Xin Qiji stood upright, listening to the crows calling from all directions.
"Grandpa, I understand."
"The responsibility I shoulder is not only to expel the Jin people and restore the Central Plains, but also to protect thousands of innocent people."
"In the prosperous age, innocent people have neither good clothes, good food, nor rich salary. They are more like ordinary ants in the prosperous age, stained by the afterglow of the prosperous age. It is a lifetime to be fed, clothed, warm, and their families safe. What you want."
"No matter how much, they don't dare to ask for more."
"Even if I ask, I can't get it."
"But once natural disasters and man-made disasters strike, it will still be the most ordinary and innocent people at the bottom who suffer the disaster."
"Those who are in power should protect the country and the people."
"No, it's not an ant."
"The people at the bottom are more like weeds that cannot be burned out by wildfire and spring up again and again by the spring breeze."
"They are fragile yet tenacious."
"When the people are here, the country is here."
Sun Ge added a handful of firewood to the fire and listened quietly to Xin Qiji's insights and experiences.
"Grandfather, if my long-cherished wish comes true, I am willing to bend down and do my best to support the people who are riddled with wounds."
"If the road ahead is difficult and dangerous, and my ambition is hard to achieve, then I am willing to fight against Jin Ting for the rest of my life."
"Mountains can be moved and seas can be leveled, but this will never change."
Xin Qiji stood tall and straight, with firm eyes and a serious expression.
His words revealed determination and courage to move forward without any hesitation or hesitation.
At this moment, Sunge gradually understood why later generations would say that Xin Qiji was a green mountain.
No matter what the wind or rain comes, it will always stand firm.
Xin Qiji has never been ashamed of his conscience and responsibility.
This is how green mountains should be.
The bonfire burned quietly, and the dancing firelight reflected on Xin Qiji's face, bright and dark.
