In the Xue family, except for a few elders, the rest of the people were waiting in front of this Xue Zhongcheng, all of them were silent, and they couldn't even hold their breath. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Xue Hongwen, the head of the Xue family, has high hopes for this eldest son, and Xue Yunyan is really outstanding, and he has been outstanding since he was a child. Since Xue Yunheng was born, he has always been compared with Xue Yunyan, and in front of this upright and promising eldest brother, his younger brother has always been compared to nothing.

More than ten years have passed, Xue Hongwen suddenly looked back, and then realized that his second son had grown into a maverick, a freak who loved to fight against the three famous people, and loved money like his life, and could no longer turn back to the right path.

The bitterness in Xue Jungong's heart has not been relieved for many years, and now that Xue Erlang has finally done a big thing, He Ying thinks that his family Langjun should be happy.

However, Xue Yunheng did not appear happy at the moment, but looked at the letter in his hand fixedly with an expression that seemed to be smiling rather than smiling.

"I have no intention of hiding it." After a long time, Xue Yunheng opened his mouth suddenly, his voice was very calm, and he raised his eyes to look at He Ying after speaking: "You immediately go to find the green worm and Kong Fang, these two ghosts must be hiding somewhere to sleep." You dig them up for me, and I'll check the accounts. ”

After saying these few words, Xue Yunheng seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, and his expression became pleasant.

He smiled at He Ying, and a pair of eyes flashed with dazzling brilliance in the darkness: "Brother, settle accounts." The good name of disaster relief is returned to the Xue family, and the money should also be released from the public, and tomorrow / I will hand over the account to my father and let him pay back the money. ”

Throwing this sentence out loud, Xue Erlang stood up and flicked his sleeves.

He doesn't know how many times he has practiced this action in the mirror, and this time he has been straight like water sweeping the clouds, the wind passing through the bamboo, the indescribable free and easy, and the endless romance.

He Ying choked, answered "yes" in a sullen manner, and retreated silently.

Xue Yunheng also left the side of the desk, went to the side and picked up the teapot, poured half a cup of cold tea, and took a shallow sip.

The icy tea juice filtered through the throat, pouring a chill over the chest and abdomen.

He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the cold slowly turn into wisps, and his heart was suddenly desolate.

From ancient times to the present, I have only heard that the hero borrowed wine to pour a block in his chest, but he could only extinguish his ambition with cold tea. How sad is it? How ridiculous?

Xue Yunheng's face gradually had a trace of bitterness.

Even though there are thousands of people in this world, no one can know his emotions at this time.

What he just showed in front of He Ying and Deng Tong was just an appearance. And deep down, his anxieties and worries are uninformed.

Emperor Zhongyuan is even more self-proclaimed as a Ming monarch, looking down on the small Zhao State and the narrowness of the Tang State, but he does not know that the weakest and most critical situation among the three kingdoms is the Chen State.

The first emperor promulgated the policy of household commissioning, the drawbacks have been looming, but the ridiculous Emperor Zhongyuan has always thought that the matter is small, and he did not take it to heart at all, and no one in the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty noticed that the foundation of the country was shaking, and the official land and taxes of the Chen State were flowing into the private pockets of some scholars and nobles in large quantities.

Perhaps, the military attachés of the DPRK Chinese are not ignorant, but they turn a blind eye to it, or even contribute to it. And those moths who privately swallowed the land and money of the Chen State, as well as those who had ulterior motives, privately recruited field customers, and fraudulently eliminated them, so that no one could serve the country's servitude, and the number of private soldiers was increasing day by day.

It is imperative to check the number of tenants per acre, recover taxes, reorganize the number of land taught by the scholars, plan the ratio of government affairs between the imperial court and the localities, calculate the number of households that have been reinstated, increase the number of conscripted households, rectify the military affairs of various localities, and increase the number of troops stationed at the border.

It's a pity that he, Xue Yunheng, is soft-spoken, and has been away from politics for many years, so no one will listen to his advice.

Emperor Zhongyuan sent him south, he was full of joy, and he also found out a lot of clues. But when he returned to Dadu, he didn't even see the face of Emperor Zhongyuan. Later, he learned that the saint had a new beauty from the Western Regions, and now he was favored day and night, and he had no time to ask about other things.

Xue Yunheng closed his eyes tightly, and his face was slightly blue.

At this moment, he really hopes to borrow a pair of discerning eyes to see the chaos in the world for him, so that he can think clearly about what to do in the future.

Involuntarily, he remembered the little girl in Tsing Yi in the Drunken Immortal Building, whose face was hidden under the soap veil, which had appeared in his dreams countless times.

Once again, he felt remorseful.

If you didn't talk about the so-called demeanor at the beginning, and ignored everyone's eyes, but directly lifted the soap veil of the little servant and saw its face clearly, then it would be much easier to find someone today.

Xue Yunheng slowly opened his eyes and looked at the candle flame on the case.

The thin flames **** the darkness, as if they had exhausted all their strength to support the light, but in the end they couldn't stir up the darkness around the cover.

He stood still for a while, then moved to the bookshelf to the side and pressed it somewhere on the shelf.

There was a crisp sound, and a dark compartment appeared in the upper left corner of the bookshelf.

Xue Yunheng put down the teacup, and after a little rummaging through the dark compartment, he took out a letter.

This is the last letter left by that Ziwei Master, and the opening date marked on the letter is the day before yesterday.

He took out the letter and read it again, his eyes fixed on it, as if he were trying to read something else from the words.

The letter is unusually short, neither a five-character poem nor a long sentence, but only three characters, written: Huang Baipi.

These three big characters are craggy, and each word is powerful through the back of the paper, as if written with all his might.

Xue Yunheng stared at those three words for a long time, as if he was stunned, and there was a rare trace of confusion in his deep eyes.

If there is still a pure land in the entire Hanjia County, it is Huangbaipi.

The land is barren and sparsely populated. As far as he knew, there was nothing of value except for one or two unknown clans. He couldn't understand what the master's intention was in leaving these three words?

Xue Yunheng frowned, stunned.

The candle on the side of the desk jumped, and then returned to calm.

Although he didn't know the meaning of these three words, he still made arrangements, and after the New Year, he would personally go south to explore the reality of Huang Baipi.

He looked away at the faint, yellowish glow on the candlestick.

These faint lights, just like the faint and persistent expectation in his heart at the moment, even if the night is overwhelming and the darkness is coming, this spark is also burning fiercely, recklessly, recklessly, projecting the last light in this corner...... (To be continued.) )