The affairs of the court have been dealt with, and the things outside the court have also come one after another, first of all, the supply of grain and grass for the Zhennan Army and the Zhenxi Army, and the major event of the stability of the country cannot be the slightest mistake.

Then there is the excerpt submitted by the state and county, most of which are about cultivating the calendar, but fortunately, Hu Hanbin has already left Beijing, and he can't get out of the big pool.

There is also an urgent message about the embankment in the middle reaches of the Yellow River, and the Ministry of Household and Industry has to allocate manpower and material resources to check on the spot.

At last.

In the holy land of Qufu in Qilu, Kong Feili, the holy prince of Yan in the Northern Wei Dynasty, wrote a letter to Tai'an City, asking to bring 100 scholars into Beijing to worship heaven and earth, so as to hear and hear.

The old general weighed the pros and cons, and finally refused, there are pros and cons for Yan Shenggong to enter Beijing, on the whole, it is the best way to use scholars to regulate scholars, especially in the moment when Sobilong sacrificed his life for the country, and someone needs to stand up and serve the public.

However, the court has just improved, and it is a troublesome thing to suddenly enter Beijing with 100 people, if Yan Shenggong doesn't care, he can inspect the Great Wei with Hu Hanbin, the minister of the Qin Mission, so that the reading seeds of the Great Wei can be cultivated in addition to the family. And I heard that there are two masters on the left and right in front of Yan Shenggong, Hu Hanbin's trip must be difficult and dangerous, and there are Yan Shenggong by his side, so that the old man can rest assured.

Therefore, the group that was already ready to go did not enter Beijing, but chose the road to join Hu Hanbin, starting from the coast of the East China Sea, heading west, like a big broom to clean up the Great Wei State again.

The imperial court was temporarily on the right track, and Song Junyi, who had been tired for many days, finally stopped, and he went to Cining Palace first.

Xuan'er, whose eyes were slightly red, ironed everything properly, and trimmed Li Yuanying's fingernails, Li Yuanying was lying on the bed, her face was thin and pale, her eyes were slightly closed, and her constantly undulating chest told the fact that the Son of Great Wei was still alive and not dead.

The old general thanked Xuan'er, which made the little girl honestly frightened, and she didn't know where to put her hand, and even said: "It's all what slaves and maids should do, and it's all what slaves and maids should do......"

Song Junyi sat down slowly, glanced at Li Yuanying, and smiled slightly: "You, it's really worrying, but it's also bitter for you, now that you have this opportunity, just sleep well, don't think about killing people, uncle and grandfather won't let you do anything wrong." Xiuce is too much like you, never talk to others when you have something on your mind, bury yourself in your heart, insist on going your own way, and the eight cows can't pull it back, in fact, the things in front of the Suzaku door can be avoided, as long as you sisters and brothers talk about it well, it won't be like this, hey. ”

Li Yuanying's eyelashes moved slightly, and a tear slid across her face, and there were tears, but she didn't wake up.

Song Junyi carefully wiped away her tears: "If you fall asleep, don't cry, my uncle and grandfather are here, but there is still one thing to do today, go first, and come to see you tomorrow." ”

Out of Cining Palace, Song Junyi stood on a high place, looked forward, and looked back, the palace of the Great Wei Kingdom, before and after fifteen years, everything seemed impermanent, but many things have changed.

He carried a pot of wine, went out of the palace, got into the carriage, ordered a groom, and soon came to the gate of the Wu Mansion, and in a short distance, the old general had already slept reclining against the window.

The groom couldn't bear to wake up the old general, and drove along the Wu Mansion for two more times, so that the old general could rest more, the carriage was very light, leaving only shallow rut marks, as if walking through countless times in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

When he heard that Wu Changhe had passed away, Song Junyi couldn't help but have red circles in his eyes, and he was more sad than his dead wife, but there were too many things to deal with at that time, and he couldn't get out, and now that he was free, it was time to say goodbye to his old friends.

Wu Changhe and Song Junyi have fought from the weak crown to the present day, and the people are suddenly gone, and the old general's heart is extremely bitter.

In the old general's heart, the so-called confidant is by no means that if you play a song of mountains and flowing water, I can hear the heart-to-heart of the mountains and flowing water, but that you play a song of mountains and flowing water, and I listen to it in my ears is nonsense and fart, you painted a picture of Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum, and I can write a vulgar limerick poem on the side, in other words, the so-called confidant is two people who constantly dismantle each other.

Damn, it's unfortunate, it's so unlucky, Oh Chang-hyuk is his confidant.

There is also a secret anecdote between the two, Wu Changhe called Song Junyi a dwarf winter melon, which means short and fat, in fact, the general of the Zhenbei Army is not short, but not as tall as the Zhongtang Lord, as a counterattack, Song Junyi called Wu Changhe "Wu Big Head", in fact, the head of the Zhongtang Lord is not particularly big, but a little bigger than the old general.

Slowly waking up, Song Junyi stretched his waist and said to himself: "Niang Xipi, Lao Tzu actually dreamed of you, depraved, depraved!"

The carriage creaked and stopped, Song Junyi lifted the curtain, and walked down slowly, people went to the empty house, now the Wu Mansion is becoming more and more depressed, most of the Wu family was placed in their hometown by the Zhongtang adults, except for Wu Qingyuan, few people followed into Beijing.

Walking into the courtyard, Song Junyi looked up at the emerald green above his head, and sure enough, as the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty said, this pear tree did not die, the sun rose, the ice and snow melted, it came to life, and it lived extremely vigorously, the new green was faint and vibrant.

Raising the wine jug, Song Junyi took a sip: "It's dead, see how you eat beef in the future, hehe!" After speaking, the old general tilted his ears, as if he heard someone scolding him, "Dwarf winter melon, your mouth stinks", and looked towards the front hall of the hall, but there was nothing.

Youyou sighed, Song Junyi put the wine jug on the ground, got up and straightened the Zhenbei Army saber around his waist: "I'm old, I can't drink much, I came today, it's not to talk nonsense with you, that's after death." I came to your Wu Mansion today to meet you with our new figure in Great Wei, Lord Wang Siying. Lao Tzu is afraid that after he dies, no one will be able to suppress this kid, so I plan to kill this kid today, lest he become more and more arrogant and become a flood beast, which is not easy to deal with. This time, I didn't go to Beijing unprepared, I brought a few military masters, I heard that Wang Siying, this kid is very good at killing, but I don't know if he is afraid of being killed. ”

At this time, a carriage appeared on the street, the horseman driving was a bear on his back, at a glance he was a master of inner boxing, Wang Siying sat in the carriage, his hands were placed on his legs in front of him, his eyes were slightly closed, if someone looked from behind, Wang Siying's back was straight, like a pine tree.

In the places that can't be seen around the Wu Mansion, there are already people who are hidden, compared to the master of the inner fist, the hidden aura of the people may not be as strong as him, but there is an extraordinary killing aura on his body, which is a murderous aura sharpened from the battlefield, which is by no means comparable to the reckless man of the rivers and lakes.