"Hey... come with me to dinner!"
Han Chanjuan looked at He An expectantly.
"Another day... okay? I... have something else to do!"
He An replied somewhat absentmindedly.
"Why are you so anxious? I've been very upset recently... I want you to accompany me... Why do you look so ugly? Did you not get a good rest last night?"
Han Chanjuan looked at the bloodshot eyes in He An's eyes and asked worriedly.
"I'm fine. You go back and rest early... I have to go back and annotate the rest of the book. Wen Ruo is going back to his hometown. It's late... I'm afraid I won't have time to give it to her!"
Han Chanjuan had something on her mind. When she heard that He An cared so much about Ding Wenruo, she felt as if a five-flavor bottle had been knocked over. She said angrily: "I won't allow you to be so nice to her..."
"Wen Ruo has just lost a close relative. At this time, she needs the comfort and help of people around her. Teacher Ding has been busy arranging funeral arrangements recently... Teacher Ding has always taken good care of me and Dazhi. Wen Ruo treats me like a child. Like a brother, there's only so much I can do for her!" He An explained patiently.
Han Chanjuan felt extremely uncomfortable when she heard that he kept saying the same thing to Wenruo, and said angrily: "I won't listen, I won't listen, I just don't allow you to be so nice to her!"
Seeing that she was being unreasonable, He An couldn't help but feel irritated and raised his voice: "Miss, why don't you have any sympathy? You only know how to make nonsense..."
"Then why don't you sympathize with me? Have you considered my feelings?"
Han Chanjuan refused to give up. These days, because He An was going to join the army and go to the front line, she was depressed and had nowhere to go. Unfortunately, Aunt Xue told her some very bad news today, so she couldn't wait to come to He An.
"This is simply unreasonable!"
The two of them became more and more tense as they talked, and He An became increasingly angry. He angrily dropped a word and walked away.
How has Han Chanjuan suffered such grievances since she was a child? She stood there in shock, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked at He An's leaving figure and cried out: "He An, I hate you..."
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When the sky gradually became brighter and the first ray of morning light came on, He An finally finished annotating all the books. He blew out the oil lamp, washed his face with cold water, and woke up Fan Dazhi, who was sleeping soundly.
Today is the day that Ding Feiyong leaves Beijing.
Outside the Changxia Gate, on both sides of the official road, there were luxuriant grass and willow branches. More than ten carriages were parked on the roadside. The carriages were fully loaded. The first carriage was pulling a coffin. Ding Feiyong stood by the roadside, with several people. The colleagues who came to see them off reluctantly said goodbye. Ding Wenruo opened the car curtain and looked into the distance with a sad look in his eyes...
Gu Qingzhou, who was dressed in brocade clothes, stepped out of the carriage and saw a group of ministers talking to Ding Feiyong from a distance. He frowned slightly. It was better to add icing on the cake than to provide help in the snow. Unexpectedly, all these old foxes in the court were here.
Gu Qingzhou only wanted to see Ding Wenruo and did not want to meet these people. He was about to find a place to wait when he suddenly saw He An and Fan Dazhi under the willow tree nearby. Both of them were holding a package in their hands.
"Brother He An, brother Dazhi, you are also here to see off Shilang Ding? Well... in the hands of these two brothers... is this a gift for Shilang Ding?"
Gu Qingzhou walked over slowly and joked with a chuckle.
Seeing that it was Gu Qingzhou, He An said frankly: "Brother Gu misunderstood. This is a book for Wenruo. She has been back home for three years. I have annotated all the books she will need to learn in Zhixingyuan. She is slow to return home." Study slowly so that you don’t waste your studies!”
"Xiao An stayed up several nights without sleeping for this. Alas... now that the teacher and Wenruo leave, I will never be able to eat such delicious food again!"
Fan Dazhi scratched his head and muttered.
Gu Qingzhou's heart moved, and he stepped forward and hugged He An's shoulders affectionately: "Brother He An, you know that I have been caring about Wen Ruo for a long time... Can you give me these books and let me give them to her? She will definitely be grateful to me. ...You have done me such a big favor, my brother is very grateful!"
"Okay, then I'll have to take care of my brother!"
Gu Qingzhou was a righteous man and took good care of He An and Fan Dazhi. He An agreed without thinking. In his opinion, it was the same for anyone who gave these books, they were all for Wen Ruo.
"Good brother! I, Gu Qingzhou, saw you right!"
Gu Qingzhou beamed with joy and quickly took the package from He An's hand.
The farewell people gradually left, and Ding Feiyong waved goodbye one by one.
He An and the others stepped forward. Gu Qingzhou looked at the thin and haggard Ding Wenruo in the carriage, feeling pity in his heart, and said softly: "Wenruo, we have traveled a long way, so we have to cherish the journey! These days... I have spent all my time forgetting to eat and sleep, and I have spent so much time in Zhixingyuan. All the books you need to study in the future have been annotated and given to you. My sincerity towards you can be learned from heaven and earth..."
Ding Feiyong looked on with cold eyes and snorted coldly when he heard this.
Gu Qingzhou was suddenly frightened and did not dare to say any more.
"Wen Ruo, take it, this is Brother Gu's wish!"
He An echoed from the side.
Hearing this, Ding Wenruo took the package expressionlessly. The package was heavy in his hand. Wenruo lost strength and fell to the floor of the carriage with a bang. The ties of the package were loosened and several books scattered out.
The early morning spring breeze blew by, making the pages of the book rustle. Ding Wenruo lowered his head and saw the powerful fonts on the page, which were clearly He An's handwriting. He suddenly raised his head and glanced at He An's bloodshot eyes.
Ding Wenruo was smart and knew immediately that all of this must have been written by He An who stayed up late for several days. He couldn't help but feel moved and sad at the same time. Thinking of how difficult it would be to see each other again at both ends of the world, he burst into tears...
In the Daqing Hall of the Imperial Palace of the Chen Empire, Emperor Chen and his ministers had just finished discussing the war. He looked at the two groups of ministers dressed in purple below and sighed: "Now... Ding Xiang is driving Hexi to the west, but... the country We can’t live without you for a day, what suggestions do you dear ladies have?”
There was a lot of discussion in the hall. In the buzzing sound, the admonishing doctor Huang Jiulang came out and said: "Wei ministers recommend Cui Yizhong, the Minister of Rites, Mr. Cui. Mr. Cui has laws in everything, is wise and understanding, works hard for the country, and works hard day and night. , think long-term, strategize, and take the overall situation into consideration, so I boldly recommend Mr. Cui!"
The censor Zhongcheng Wang Shutong said: "Although Mr. Cui is a capable minister and official, his qualifications are still young. Your Majesty, please think deeply..."
The officials of the Cui family suddenly became unhappy and asked for the memorial one after another. The officials who objected also started to make a noise, and the court became a mess again...
As soon as Emperor Chen patted the dragon case, there was a sudden silence below. Emperor Chen's majestic eyes slowly swept across his highnesses and said loudly: "I have made up my mind to make Cui Yizhong the prime minister..."
It was already evening when Cui Zhixia received the news that his father had been named prime minister. He laughed three times and asked his servants to prepare a banquet. This big happy event must be celebrated.
At this moment, a steward came over to report that a man who called himself Bi Yunfei asked him to go to the Grand View Tower to talk.
"You're here just in time!" Cui Zhixia smiled lightly and walked out coolly.
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"Just in time!"
Chen Long crouched behind a mound and gestured to the brothers beside him.
Several people slowly drew out the long knives from their waists, their sharp eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light, looking ahead...
They are a group of horse thieves. In this desolate land in the northwest, they are robbing homes and houses, killing people and stealing goods, and they are doing business without capital.
Now that Xiliang is at war with the Dachen Empire, there are many people fleeing, and there are also many fat sheep on this road.
The wind was blowing hard, blowing the loess all over the sky, and there was a faint figure walking in front of me.
Chen Long clenched the knife in his hand and swept down the mound like an agile leopard.
Clothes were flying, cold knives were flashing, and a dozen horse thieves headed by Chen Long were surrounded by incoming people. When they saw clearly the appearance of the incoming person, they were stunned.
"Amitabha!"
The person who came turned out to be a bald monk, wearing shabby monk robes and carrying a package. He looked more like an ascetic monk.
There was no trace of fear on the monk's face. He clasped his palms together with extraordinary calmness, chanted the Buddha's name, and looked around at the horse thieves with his eyes as clear as water.
"Pooh!"
Chen Long spat angrily.
"Master monk, take out the valuable things you have on you, and I will spare your life!" A horse thief said with a ferocious expression on his face, holding a shining knife.
"Yes! I heard that the Buddha in the temple is extremely rich. If you have a golden Buddha or something, hurry up and bring it out!" Another horse thief also shouted in agreement.
"Amitabha...sin, sin!"
The great monk who looked like an ascetic monk seemed to have just realized that he had encountered a robber. He reached out and took out an alms bowl from his bulging arms, held it in his hand and said: "Dear donors, the most valuable thing in my body is only This is it, if you don’t mind it, take it!”
"Bald Donkey, you are here to entertain me!" A grumpy horse thief jumped out and swung an iron rod in his hand to hit the bowl in the monk's hand.
With a "clang" sound, the copper alms bowl was knocked to the ground, spinning around.
"Sin, sin!"
The monk didn't care that his hands were bleeding from the beating. He knelt down to pick up the copper bowl, but the package on his shoulders was snatched away by someone.
The two horse thieves opened the package and found that there were several volumes of scriptures, two pairs of monk's shoes, a few changes of clothes and other worthless things inside, and they threw it on the floor.
"Damn it, I've been waiting for a long time and here you are, you damn bald ass!"
A horse thief became so angry that he hit the monk on the back of the head with a bang.
"Why did the donor hit me?"
The monk rubbed the knot on his head, raised his eyebrows like a cicada, and said with some dissatisfaction.
As soon as he finished speaking, he received two more blows on the head.
"Hit you, and I'll fucking beat you into a Tathagata Buddha!" A horse thief laughed, and was even more merciless. He raised two fingers and hit the monk's bald head hard.
"Bang!" The horse thief holding an iron rod struck the monk hard on the head.
The monk's head was immediately broken and blood flowed down his eyebrows, staining half of his cheeks red.
The monk stretched out his finger and wiped the blood that flowed to his lips. His face showed a holy light, and his voice was hoarse and he said: "You can insult me, but you can't tolerate insulting Buddha!"
"Then I will send you to hell!" The violent horse thief slashed at the monk's shoulder.
"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate!"
The monk's face was full of compassion, he put his palms together and said in a low voice: "Then let the poor monk save you!"
