It's daytime.
After the snow falls, Xibo is no longer Xibo.
This sentence is very artistic, I don’t know how artistic it is, but Wang Jiang, the fourteenth prince who is the direct descendant of the sect, thinks it is very artistic.
This is like a while ago, Haohan, a small country in the Western Regions, was bewitched by Anxi, a large country to the west of the desert, to rebel. He requested orders in the morning to quell the rebellion. When he left the city, the autumn wind was rising, blowing the leaves of the poplar trees on both sides of the official road. The scene of a thousand elite soldiers going out for battle and the people in the city seeing each other off in the streets is even more of an artistic conception in the bleak autumn wind.
For a prince like Wang Jiang who has not read many books but is proficient in bow and horse and loves force, this thing cannot be expressed, but he can feel it.
Now that he has returned in triumph, the people in Xibo City are even more welcoming. Although the official road is rarely muddy and clean along the way, it can't be regarded as artistic conception.
The artistic conception thing is mainly suitable for those who pretend to be confused while pretending to understand. Secondly, it must also fit in with a more sentimental atmosphere.
Obviously, the scene of people braving the cold to welcome him is inconsistent with these two points.
But when Wang Jiang ordered his soldiers to station outside the city, he rode a horse along the main axis of the city and stepped onto the royal road. He saw the red wall a hundred feet away surrounded the Forbidden City under the glazed tiles and green eaves. It was covered with white snow, and there were intervals. When connected, it becomes very artistic.
Then, the fourteenth prince, who had been sleepy since he was a child, felt as if he had drunk chicken blood when hearing about war, and thought of this sentence in the book.
After the snow falls, Xibo is no longer Xibo.
The Fourteenth Prince walked on the royal road, which was said to be one hundred feet long but was actually one foot shorter just to comply with the saying that the ninety-nine return to one. When he arrived at the dismounting line, which was ten feet away from the Xuanwu Gate, the main gate of the Forbidden City, he turned over and dismounted and handed over the reins. He did not think about it. Which book.
The fourteenth prince, wearing a tiger-headed turban and ink armor hanging on his waist, picked up the Nanguang long sword and held it under his left armpit. He pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand and looked up at the snow on the city wall, still wondering where this was. It's written in this book.
After crossing the Xuanwu Gate, the Fourteenth Prince, who had already made countless brilliant military achievements in the army at the age of just over 20, showed a wry smile that he had never seen before, sighed as if he had seen through the world of mortals, and murmured: "The book will be used when it is needed." I hate you so much!”
After sighing, the stubborn fourteenth prince was stunned again and said to himself: "Who said this poem?"
After finally trying not to delve into the sentence that seemed to him to be quite artistic, he began to think about a line of poetry that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Thanks to the fact that the Fourteenth Prince was just amusing himself and thinking about it, the road that was supposed to be boring was actually very fast.
The twenty-nine-foot long dragon's tail road is difficult to climb up to the court in a single step.
It is about the Longwei Road in front of the Hanyuan Hall where the Holy Lord listens to the government. A court official in his prime measured the steps. From the foot of the road to the top of the road, there are exactly 108 steps. The slope is long and the steps are high. Even if you want to take three steps Taking two steps together will also be inconvenient due to the steps. This is not a big problem for young and strong ministers, but it is a scary way to become an old minister before the court. The former emperor's title was "Emperor Shengjing Wensi and Wu Guangxiao" in Hanyuan Hall. At that time, Liu Han, the young master of the crown prince, was over eighty years old. During the year of the Zang Dynasty, he also participated in the imperial court in person. He walked down the slope to the front of the palace. He was exhausted. He mistakenly heard that the title was "Guangwu Hexiao". As a result, he was impeached by the censor and fined for one season. The salary is quite a joke.
The Longwei Road is made of bricks and stones, with alternating steps and slopes, three in a row. The royal road in the middle is more than eight feet wide, and the roads on both sides are less than two feet wide. The flat section of the road is paved with plain square tiles, the slope is paved with lotus square tiles, and there are bluestone hooks with stone pillars and chi heads on both sides.
Further up is the Hanyuan Hall, which has a three-day dynasty. In order to be praised by the world, successive saints have spent a lot of manpower and material resources to repair and regularize this first portal of the Forbidden City. The second emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, Liwang Emperor, was built in the mountains and forests of Jiangnan. Selected and transported Jingyang wood, which is said to be "selected from a thousand trees", was cut down by thousands of people with axes and heavy weights. The wood was transported across Jianghan in the morning, out of the Hewei River in the evening, and transported to Xibo, where it was built into a mountain. The construction workers are all skilled craftsmen. They do not seek to leave a name for future generations, but only make the palace and house magnificent.
Naturally, the Fourteenth Prince would not have the leisure time to worry about the past events of Hanyuan Hall on Longwei Road like Spring and Autumn. He was about to enter the palace, and he couldn't help but think about it any more. He gathered his thoughts and strode onto Longwei Road.
Someone is playing chess on the left side of the Hanyuan Hall. The game they are playing is not the black and white black egret that was popular in the Zhou Dynasty. Instead, it is the relatively simple elephant game that has become very popular among the military in recent years. This elephant play is divided into thirty-two pieces in red and green colors, each with soldiers, carriages, and sixteen artillery pieces. Compared with the Wulu, there are less twists and turns and big calculations. It is very suitable for soldiers to attack a city and attack a stronghold on this square-inch chessboard. He went on a rampage.
The Fourteenth Prince also likes this game. It is much easier than the three hundred and sixty-one points that require an exquisite layout, first holding the seven inches with one hand and then dragging the dragon's tail with the other hand. At least he doesn't have to think about the three-point plan. The ten-eye examination shows that those with eyes kill those without eyes. But later I heard that this elephant play was invented by a woman, and the fourteenth prince, who had some macho mentality, lost his interest.
In the Hanyuan Hall, there is a table brought by the saint's attendant, with a vertical and horizontal chessboard on it. An old man with a hunchback faces the main door of the Hanyuan Hall, sitting on a red sandalwood chair that was specially purchased for him in the hall. On the other hand, the saint, who was casually dressed only in a large yellow brocade suit, stood opposite with his eyebrows furrowed, one hand folded over his chest and the other touching his chin, thinking about what to do next.
One of them was invisible and the other was not paying attention. The Fourteenth Prince did not dare to disturb him, so he quietly winked at Cai Donglai, the leader of the eunuchs who had been following the Saint for decades not far from the chess table.
Cai Donglai, who is known as the No. 1 master in Ouchi for his cultivation, could not feel the fourteenth prince's little moves even if he didn't look at them. Even so, he kept emphasizing that "a true gentleman watches the chess but does not speak". He didn't dare to say anything in front of the saint, he just pretended not to see him standing there with lowered eyebrows and eyes staring at his toes.
The chess game is coming to an end. There are only a dozen pieces left on the chessboard, but there are fewer red and more green. The saint holding the red is considering whether to move first with the remaining forward rook or the Japanese horse that can be used to set up an ambush for a sneak attack. On the other hand, the hunchbacked old man holding a green hand looked calm, calculating the red attack route and the green resistance layout within nine steps.
The sun slanted to the west and slanted into the hall. The fourteenth prince's figure covered the chessboard. Only the four princes were left and the saint had no chance to attack. He raised his head and said in slight shock: "When did Jiang'er come?"
The hunchbacked old man didn't seem surprised by the visitor. Even the slightest movement within a hundred meters radius could not escape his notice. The Holy Emperor, who had always been silent, had spoken. The hunchbacked old man was not stubborn. He stood up and turned around. He just bowed his waist slightly and said, "The Fourteenth Prince is back."
The fourteenth prince Wang Jiang knelt down on one knee, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "Go back to my father, I will be here as soon as I return to the city."
The saint borrowed a step and waved to the eunuch Diao Yan and Cai Donglai to remove the chess game in which he had no chance of winning, and said: "Get up and talk. Uncle Lin heard about your triumphant victory today and came here a long time ago to wait. Why don't you report it quickly."
The fourteenth prince stood up and smiled stupidly at the hunchbacked old man. He showed no respect for elders in the royal family and said: "I definitely didn't embarrass the prince. Such a trivial matter can be solved with one charge."
The hunchbacked old man clasped his hands behind his back, swallowed back the compliments he had planned, and reprimanded: "Arrogant soldiers will be defeated. If Anxi raises his troops and fights again, you will definitely lose completely!"
The fourteenth prince, who had followed the only king of a different surname in the dynasty around the battlefield to recruit generals since he was twelve years old, was a little afraid of this unsmiling old man with a hunchback. He stopped smiling and quietly stuck out his tongue, lowered his head and said: "Your Majesty, teach me a lesson." What’s more, I will never do it again.”
I know that this king with a different surname pays great attention to this title wherever he is. Whether in the army or in the court, even at home, his adopted sons are called the prince and generals without his orders.
Just like before he was crowned king, one of the best generals in the dynasty had his adopted son Qin Kanshan with two weapons under his command. He was extremely brave and popular in controlling the three armies. He often single-handedly killed enemy generals in front of the battle line. Because at the celebration banquet, he casually called him "Father" after drinking, so he asked the hunchbacked old man to use a chair as a cane in front of the Emperor and the civil and military ministers of the DPRK and give him a military order of fifty. After a good dinner, he lost interest. Needless to say, the old man was so angry that he almost severed ties with his adopted son.
With this lesson in mind, even if he was a prince, Wang Jiang would not dare to violate the rules in the slightest.
The hunchbacked old man who originally planned to say a few more words to the Fourteenth Prince lost interest and glared coldly at the prince who was cautious and did not dare to say anything. The hunchbacked old man bowed and apologized to the emperor, turned around and left, frightened. The fourteenth prince was even more submissive.
The emperor, who was the leader among thousands of people, shook his head and smiled bitterly. He could neither persuade nor stop him, so he had no choice but to let the hunchbacked old man leave the hall.
The fourteenth prince, who was stubborn, had a sad face and watched the hunchbacked old man down Longwei Slope and out of Xuanwu Gate. He turned around after a long while, thinking that he would inevitably have to go to Panshan again to listen to the muttering.
The emperor turned around and walked towards the dragon chair. An expression that was unpredictable even if others could see it unconsciously appeared on his smiling face. His lowered eyebrows were hard to describe.
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It's dark night.
Shannan East Road, Junzhou, Wudang Mountain, Xiaolianhua Peak Zixiao Rock.
The Xiaolianhua Peak mountain road is steep, with sheer cliffs on one side, and the forcibly carved tunnels also show the skills of the Wudang ancestors. Especially the dragon-headed incense sticks out more than ten feet. With the legend of Zhenwu ascending to the throne and transforming Lu Zu into a rainbow, it attracted a large number of pilgrims to burn incense devoutly without fear of death.
At night, the pitch-black Zixiao Rock was completely silent, and the cold, frosty moonlight could not penetrate into the cliff corridor at all. A thin Taoist boy wearing a Hunyuan bun had a chirping bird hovering next to him, and a bird followed behind him. A big favorite that cannot be seen clearly.
It is not accurate to say that it is a pet. He is about half a person tall when he is on all fours. He follows the Taoist step by step, but he is only a head shorter.
With such a body shape, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a mount.
Those two eyes, like bright pearls in the night, emitted an eerie green light, which was even more frightening.
The Taoist boy walked through the corridor, which was only wide enough for one person to pass by. The big pet behind him followed closely behind him, and he walked through the corridors and buildings to the place where the dragon head incense was placed.
Facing the stone cave inside Longtouxiang, a man was holding on to the stone wall with his bare chest and urinating along the open stone door to the bottom of the cliff. His eight-foot figure was as thin as a bamboo pole. If he was motionless, he would have thought he was leaning against the stone beam. wooden pillars.
"Master, I just made a fortune." The child whispered, as if he was afraid of disturbing anything in this silent night.
"Ah!" The topless Taoist priest who looked like an eight-foot bamboo pole was startled, and accidentally got his hands on it. He held up his pants, wiped his hands on the dirty Taoist robe, and cursed: "You are a hammer. Forget it, you can calculate a hammer with your little skills. You are the only one who knows how to scare people. It scared me to death."
Children have long been accustomed to the master's lack of tone. If there is no hammer in a sentence, I am afraid he is not his master.
"Tell me, you figured out a hammer?" The Taoist priest, who is known as the master, should have the virtues of a teacher and be well-spoken, asked again.
The child bowed to the north and then said: "In the near future, there will be distinguished guests coming to the mountain."
"How expensive is it?"
"It's so valuable to change my Wudang merits."
"What a hammer."
"Master, I'm telling you something serious. Can you stop talking about hammers?"
"What the hell, you don't even care about me when you're a baby with no hair at all?"
"Master, look at my expression."
"It's so dark, let me look at it with a hammer."
"Master, I'm telling you about my Wudang Qi. Can you look like the best in Wudang?"
"Oh, tell me then."
"I just said it."
"Go up the mountain, just go up the mountain. Are you going to come here to find us? You really have nothing to worry about when you are full."
"Master, I want to kill someone."
"God has the virtue of a good life. You and I are already outsiders, how can we still have such dirty thoughts?"
"Master, these are the words of Buddha."
"Buddha, you are a hammer. Buddhism was also passed down by my Taoist ancestor who came from Hangu in the west to transform Hu into Buddha."
"Master, I don't like talking to you."
"It was you who came to talk to me in the middle of the night and made you say it as if I was willing to talk to you."
The child gritted his teeth, tossed his sleeves and walked away.
The big pet follows every step, and the birds linger around.
The bare-chested Taoist priest raised his hand and smoothed his messy hair, gave the Taoist boy who was walking away and curled his lips and said, "A child has a bad temper."
Then I thought of something again, put my hand on my nose, and almost vomited.
In the dark night, you have to be careful even when walking on a flat road. The topless Taoist priest, who waved his hands in disgust, jumped up and climbed onto the piece of dragon head incense that was more than ten feet long and about an arm's width wide, letting the cold mountain wind blow. The blow is also standing firm and motionless.
"How come? The number of days is oh."
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