He An and Fan Dazhi found a medical center and bandaged the wound. Fortunately, the wound was not big and the bleeding was stopped in time. Except for some pain, it was no longer serious.
The two of them randomly found a cloth shop, spent a few big bucks, pulled out a few feet of cloth, and asked the shop to make two sets of clothes.
On the afternoon when I went out, I met a group of unreasonable guys for no reason, got into a fight for no reason, and then got injured for no reason. I spent a lot more money for nothing, and He An was in a bad mood for no reason.
Fan Dazhi stroked the painful shoulder: "Oh... If I had known this, it would be better to listen to me. Let's go directly to have a good meal, and we won't encounter those crazy dogs... They will fight when they come up, and they can't do anything. It’s so cruel!”
He added with lingering fear: "It's strange to say that every time we spend money, we always get into fights with others. Last time it was a pretty little pepper, but this time it turned into a vicious pretty boy, and it hurt you every time." .Xiao An...could it be you who ordered Rick Jin? It seems that I will have to do this by myself in the future!"
He An smiled, shook his head and said: "It's different. The girl named Chanjuan hurt me accidentally last time, but this time the person with the flying sword wanted my life. My uncle once said, Warriors cannot bully the weak, let alone those who are good. When faced with such a situation, and the one who wants your life, you must not be lenient..."
Fan Dazhi slapped his thigh hard and exclaimed: "I like what uncle said, it's so right!" Xu Er said sadly: "It's a pity that I don't know how to fight. I've been afraid of fighting since I was a child. Otherwise, I would definitely Beat them up for you!"
Several people carried Cui Mengshu back to Cui Mansion in a hurry. The old housekeeper who opened the door of Cui Mansion was shocked. Then the whole Cui Mansion started to fly. Cui Lishen, the minister of household affairs, was so angry that he even broke one of his books. My favorite azure colored glazed four seasons bottle.
The most famous doctor in the capital was quickly invited into Cui's house. The diagnosis made Cui Lishen go berserk. His baby son's sternum was shattered and his ribs were broken in six places. He needed to stay in bed for a long time. It would take at least three months to recover.
Cui Li was so angry that his beard and hair stood on end, and he was trembling all over. He was pacing back and forth anxiously in the living room. The maids and servants of Cui Mansion were so frightened that they did not dare to breathe. He roared and called the Cui family's guard coach: "Check! Check for me who ate the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard and injured Shu'er. I will not give you mercy!"
The wild geese are flying south, and the wind is blowing the leaves off. The dead leaves under the ginkgo tree in Zhixing Courtyard flutter lightly in the morning breeze, like fluttering yellow butterflies. There are still two days left before students who pass the assessment will move into Zhixingyuan.
Fang Yizhi got up very early and practiced boxing several times under the ginkgo tree. When the sun rose, he went to the dining room to have breakfast, then returned to his residence to sort out what he had learned from reading and writing last night. After finishing these , by the time we walked out of Zhixingyuan, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
He bought some fine Shenzhou Che Yunshan Maojian on the street and went to Dingding Prime Minister's Mansion to meet Ding Feiyong, the minister of Honglu Temple.
Ding Feiyong was the youngest son of Prime Minister Ding Fengyuan, who was good at both civil and military affairs. His eldest son died in battle during the uprising. After Ding Fengyuan became prime minister, in order to avoid suspicion, Ding Feiyong was not allowed to enter the court and was allowed to become a teacher in Zhixingyuan. When Fang Yizhi entered Zhixing Academy, he was deeply loved by Ding Feiyong because of his hard work and studiousness. He gave him a lot of help in life and studies. Fang Yizhi also deeply respected this teacher.
Later, Ding Feiyong was unwilling to be a teacher in Zhixingyuan for the rest of his life, and begged his father to let him enter the court to serve the country. Ding Xiang could not resist, and only arranged a sinecure position as minister of Honglu Temple. After Ding Feiyong left Zhixingyuan, Fang Yizhi often went to the Prime Minister's Mansion to visit his former mentor.
Fang Yizhi followed the housekeeper through the corridor of the Prime Minister's Mansion and soon saw Ding Feiyong. The son of the prime minister of the current dynasty was tending the land in his family's nursery. He was in his forties, with big ears and a beard as thick as ink under his chin. His face was ruddy, his eyes were lively, and he only wore a short coat on his upper body. , holding a hoe in his thick and powerful arms.
He had just planted two puddles of winter vegetables. Although it was already late autumn, there were beads of sweat on his forehead, and his strong body was steaming under the sunlight. When he saw Fang Yizhi, he put down his hoe and warmly invited Fang Yizhi to sit down at the stone table in the nursery. A servant promptly brought a pot of brewed chrysanthemum tea.
Ding Feiyong rubbed the mud on his feet, poured a cup of tea for Fang Yizhi with a smile, and said: "People say: morality is passed down to a family for more than ten generations, farming and reading are second, poetry and books are passed down next, wealth is passed down. The family has been passed down for only three generations. But the rise of my Ding family in Shu has lasted twenty-one generations since my father’s death. Can you easily understand why?”
Fang Yizhi stood up and bowed in awe, saying: "Xiang Ding served the country with great merit through hard work. Xiang Ding managed the family. It is also rumored among the people that his old man often said that farming and reading will last for a long time, and poetry and books will help the world for a long time...".
Ding Feiyong waved his hand and said: "Actually, my Ding family has been seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster for hundreds of years. It was only in my great-grandfather's generation that I began to serve as an official in the court. My father has always upheld the principle of not forming a party, not seeking selfish interests, and not working with the people. Fighting for profit, even though I have been an official for many years, I am always trembling with fear, walking on thin ice... Let’s not talk about this anymore, let’s talk about it, why are you here today?”
Fang Yizhi first asked about Ding Xiang's condition, and then explained his intention. Fang Yizhi had finished his teaching experience at Zhixingyuan and was about to graduate. He wanted to go to the military to achieve a career. He expected that the emperor would definitely conquer Xiliang in the future and wanted to serve in the Western Expedition Army camp stationed in Lanzhou City.
Ding Feiyong looked at this former student, who had grown up step by step over the years, and now had a steady demeanor and full of enthusiasm. He couldn't help but sigh when he thought that although he was the son of the prime minister, he could not do as he pleased.
Fang Yizhi also talked about this time when he went out to teach and accepted two good students. They were admitted to Zhixing Academy with excellent scores of A in all assessment subjects.
Ding Feiyong praised Fang Yi for his kindness and said: "Although you are kind and gentle on the outside, you are actually rigorous and proud in your studies. The person who can win your favor must be extraordinary. My little girl Wenruo will also go to Zhixingyuan to study this time. Bring it to them next time so they can meet each other so that we can take care of each other in the future."
Fang Yizhi happily accepted the order, stood up and respectfully refilled Ding Feiyong's cup of tea, and humbly asked for advice on the army and the art of war.
He An didn't go out much at the inn these days. The wound on his arm had scabbed over, and except for a dull pain when exerting force, it was no longer serious. Planning the day to report to Zhixingyuan, He An not only read at the inn, but also meditated and practiced the mental methods taught by his uncle.
Fan Dazhi has been studying with He An these days. He only stayed honest for two days before he started to get excited again. Yesterday he sneaked out and bought a roast goose, saying it was to replenish He An's health, but in the end most of it went inside him. belly.
This guy kept complaining that his head hurt from reading this morning. He An was secretly amused and concentrated on finishing a chapter of inscriptions. When he looked up, Fan Dazhi was nowhere to be found.
He Angang silently wrote "Yishan Monument" again, and the door suddenly opened with a bang. Fan Dazhi walked in with a bunch of things in his arms, spread the things in his arms on the table, and hurriedly bolted the door. .
He An turned around and saw on the table a sesame oil roasted chicken, a sauced duck, a smoked rabbit, two fermented saury, and a spinning autumn pear.
Fan Dazhi came over, patted his chest, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Oh! You scared me to death!"
He An joked: "You went out in broad daylight and encountered a ghost?"
Fan Dazhi held up half a bowl of water that he had poured out at some point. He drank a few sips, wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth and gasped: "Xiao An, you don't know, I just saw a man on the street. People are terrible!"
"Oh? Who can scare you like this?" He An asked doubtfully.
"An old man has an awl face, and his beard looks like this." Fan Dazhi said while dancing and gesticulating to He An: "He looks very strange, he looks like... a loach, yes, that's right. Loach, when he walks in a crowd, he always moves closer to women and stares at them lewdly. When I was shopping just now, he glanced at me. His eyes were so sinister and terrifying. He followed me all the way. This man must be He's not a good person... he scared me to death!" After Fan Dazhi finished speaking, he patted his chest again with lingering fear.
"You said he likes to look at women, so why does he follow you after just one glance? Could it be that you are so handsome and he likes you when he sees you!" He An couldn't help laughing.
"You...Xiao An, you haven't seen that person, really..." Before Fan Dazhi could finish his words, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Fan Dazhi was so excited that he quickly ran to the door, stuck out his buttocks, and looked out at the crack of the door. After just one glance, he turned around and said to He An with a pale face: "It's him, he's here!"
There was a sharp and violent knock on the door. He Angang stood up, and the door latch snapped into two pieces. Fan Dazhi was so frightened that he hurriedly backed away. The door was pushed open with a loud bang, and someone walked in.
This man was wearing a gray brocade robe. He was tall and thin, with a fluffy bun on his head and a silver hairpin inserted sideways. He had a pair of evil triangular eyes under his sparse eyebrows and two strands of beard fluttering on his thin face, like It's the loach that Fan Dazhi said.
The man in gray glanced at Fan Dazhi and He An with a sinister look, and laughed like a night owl: "It's really you two brats, let's go with grandpa!"
After saying that, his hand was like lightning, and he grabbed the back of Fan Dazhi's neck. He held it in his hand like an eagle catching a chicken. He leaned forward with his body and grabbed He An with his other hand.
He An hurriedly used his mental skills to attack the opponent with Suiyun Sanshou's ultimate move without reservation.
The man in gray let out a light sigh and held back his big hand: "No wonder Mr. Cui was seriously injured. The little bastard still has a few more moments. But when I meet your grandfather and I, I'd better just surrender and capture him." He said sinisterly, with one hand casually. He's fierce attack was instantly defused with his deflection.
He An was horrified. The man in front of him only used one hand. He was unconsciously oppressed and couldn't breathe. Several of Suiyun Sanshou's most powerful killing moves were easily resolved by him in an instant, but his big hand was still calm. Xu's caught him, and no matter how he dodges, the other party will act as if he knows it in advance, and he will strike first and then strike first.
That big hand had covered all the retreat directions. He punched the opponent's arm with all his strength. The force was enough to break a tree stump as thick as a bowl, but the opponent was completely fine. The index finger of that big hand clicked, and his chest felt like He was hit by a sledgehammer and the pain was heartbreaking.
The wound on He An's bandaged arm burst open, and a ball of blood oozed out. He covered his chest and turned pale. He could no longer resist. The man in gray grabbed him with his big hand and lifted him in the air.
The man in gray picked up He An with his left hand. Fan Dazhi, who was holding on to his right hand, suddenly struggled desperately and hugged his thigh like a thick bamboo pole. He cried loudly: "Let me go...Xiao An, Run quickly..." The man in gray raised his hand and patted the back of his neck, causing Fan Dazhi to faint immediately.
The man in gray let out a laugh like a night owl again, picked up the two of them one by one, and walked away!
