Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The old man had already pulled Mo Mei out of Chen Ding's house, Chen Ding sat alone in the room, Wan Wenmo cautiously poked his head in, and said softly: "Nandi, the matter has been done, Lord Han's body has been placed properly, Nandi, look at the next"

Chen Ding breathed a long sigh of relief, Chen Ding had already started to do Zuo Yunqiu's matter, before he said to the old man of the poisonous underworld to let Shen Bu come forward to explain, the effect of this seems to be a little inconsistent, after all, it was Shen Bu found out in front of everyone, and now Shen Bu came forward again to say that those things are not Zuo Yunqiu's, this explanation inevitably makes the people feel that Prime Minister Shen Bu is grandstanding and slandering Zuo Yunqiu? When the time comes, won't it be blackened to save a forward general? Such a cost-effective thing, Chen Ding has naturally thought of it, rather than let Shen Bu say, it is better to let Ying Tang be responsible for this matter, wash this matter, maybe Ying Tang is more experienced, then Chen Ding himself will appear in person to explain the source of the silver two, everything will fall into place, this matter, not only did not damage the image of the prime minister's impartial law enforcement, but also preserved Zuo Yunqiu, killing two birds with one stone

Chen Ding said: "Prepare to eat, after eating, I am also ready to go back to the palace" Wan Wenmo had already expected that Chen Ding had not entered the rice porridge, and had already instructed the kitchen to make all of this

After Chen Ding returned to the palace, it was already the second half of the night, except for the patrolling guards, yawning and waiting servants, everything was so quiet, Chen Ding jumped lightly, sat firmly on the roof, looking at the moonlight in the second half of the night, and quietly enjoyed a rare peace alone

At the same time, Benyang was already starry in China, and Hanyang still didn't sleep, he looked at the city wall that had just been built on the drawings, frowned, and picked up the night light on the drawings regardless of the dust on his body, as if he was a very serious look

The sound of a rooster crowing in the early morning woke everyone up from their dreams, stretched their tired bodies, and opened the doors and windows to welcome the arrival of a new day

"Who is it? Who the hell scribbled on my drawings? He stood up for me, and I had to break his hand," growled an old man

Many workers around were surrounded by a few extremely discordant rectangular bricks on the drawings that the old man had just drawn yesterday, not only that, but on the cursive drawings of the city gates, it was actually written: "Here to hang a suspension bridge, leave a distance of one meter" The black lines of the workers for a while, at a glance, these operations are a stupid thing done by an enthusiastic layman

The old man held a thick stick in his hand, and his angry eyes searched for what he thought was a suspect in the vast sea of people, and suddenly the old man realized that he was short of a person, and the old man said angrily: "What about that kid in Hanyang? ”

"Huh? You always talk about the sun! He's still asleep, he's sleeping so dead, I don't think it's him," a Benyang worker defended Hanyang

The old man sat aside with a white brow, held the stick in his hand, and said: "Whether he sleeps or not, you bring him here, he invited me from Huatianshan, he said that he is the person in charge here, and now the drawings have been ruined, but he, the person in charge, sleeps very soundly, hum, call that kid to me."

Everyone didn't dare to disobey the old man's words, after all, the old man was the most capable person here, and even Yang Hou Hanyang whispered to him on weekdays, and the workers knocked on the doors and windows of Hanyang

Hanyang, who was sleeping late, stared at the two black circles under his eyes, came to the old man dimly, rubbed his dreamy eyes, shook his head and sat next to the old man, and said with a smile: "Senior Ikawa, what's wrong, why did everyone stop working?" ”

"Hmph" The old man ignored the cold sun

The workers whispered to Han Yang's ears to tell him what happened this morning, and Han Yang hesitated a little and then looked up to the sky and smiled: "Haha, Ikawa senior, how do you say that drawing?" I stayed up late last night to mark it, isn't it very vivid? Hanyang was full of energy at the moment, and his smug appearance seemed so underwhelming in the eyes of the old man, and the workers sneered, looking at Hanyang, who didn't know that he had broken into a catastrophe

The old man couldn't help but say that waving a stick and chasing Hanyang was a beating, Hanyang didn't understand everyone's laughter, and he didn't understand why the old man was going to beat himself? Is it that you don't label it comprehensively enough, blaming yourself for being lazy?

The old man just didn't say anything, and muttered: "Good boy, it turns out that it's really you, I suspect that you, this kid, is by my side every day, watching me draw, and I have been thinking about something in my mouth, who let you move the picture?" Ahh

"No, hey, wait, wait, wait..." The old man didn't give Hanyang a chance to explain at all, and in the end he was too tired to chase, and the old man sat on the stone with the support of the chasing workers and stared at Hanyang panting

Hanyang squatted on the ground, wanting to explain, but the old man scolded angrily: "Shut up, did I let you speak?" ”

Hanyang had no choice but to squat there in a proper manner, and the old man said clearly: "Old man, I was busy with a few drawings all night, so I let your kid destroy a few strokes, did you kid find me to help you build the city wall?" Now there are no drawings, okay, everyone is scattered, what are you going to do without drawings? ”

"Don't," Hanyang said hurriedly

"Did I let you speak?" The old man scolded angrily

Hanyang pursed his lips, the old man patted the dust on his clothes, pointed his finger at Hanyang and said: "I have done the drawings for you, I don't care about other things, as for whether the city wall can be built or not, that's your business, you hurry up and let people send me back, I'm not here to follow you, I'm going back"

Hanyang looked at the back of the old man leaving, swallowed his saliva, and the stunned workers hurriedly ran to support Hanyang, in their opinion, the city tower must be built, the city tower has been damaged after the war, everything in the city is very sluggish, the city is not built, it is difficult for the city to return to the prosperity of the past, and their days will not be improved, and the old man is the builder of this city tower, he is also the first builder in Benyang, his technology has always been flawless, Guan said that Benyang City Tower, If Beichen's disciples were not far more than the soldiers stationed in Benyang City that day, Beichen would have to spend a lot of manpower if he wanted to break through the city

The workers comforted Han Yang and said: "Yang Hou, it's okay, let's follow you, we know that you are bent on building a good Benyang country, and the people of Benyang believe in you."

Han Yang, who was originally a little uneasy, looked at the workers gathered around and laughed, shrugged his shoulders and said: "Don't worry, that drawing has not been scrapped, and we can still build the city wall, but before that, I still have to comfort and comfort Ikawa seniors" Saying that, Han Yang hurriedly ran to the old man

The old man was tidying up in the house, and after Hanyang entered the door, he hurriedly snatched the book that the old man had packed up, and said with a shocked face: "Senior, are you really leaving?" ”

"Nonsense, what's the use of me staying here? The drawings and everything are lost by you kid," the old man said fiercely

Seeing that the old man snatched his salute, Hanyang hurriedly dodged and said, "Who said no, the drawings are still on the table?"

"What did you kid paint it all for? Can you still see where the lines are going? ”

Hanyang pursed his lips and muttered, "Then you can stay and help me?"

"I can't care about it, before you said that you want to do things for the people of Benyang, I also wanted to give full play to some residual heat, so I came with you, but what about after I came? You are like a fly that haunts me every day, and I don't even have a clean place."

"It's good if I don't bother you, stay here," Hanyang said earnestly

"Get me away"

Hanyang looked at the old man's firm eyes, pursed his lips, and suddenly had a bold idea in his heart, he turned around and rushed out of the door directly with his luggage, and said while running: "Hmph, you can't take care of it, I can't care about it, your baby salute, I'll borrow it for a few days."

"You kid come back for me" The old man chased a few steps, stopped in front of the threshold, and sighed at the cold sun that had slipped away without a trace

In the next Hanyang, day and night, the workers also knew that without the guidance of Ikawa's predecessors, it would be difficult to complete the construction of the castle tower, so they also spontaneously rushed to Hanyang's side, looked at the books written by the old man's dense font, and compared the drawings that were scrapped by Hanyang before, and studied together

Hanyang explained to the workers in the early morning the work to be built today, and then changed into clothes and carried the crowbar and logs with the workers, and entered under the city gate

Hanyang smiled: "Governor Li, why did you come here to work?"

Governor Li pursed his lips and smiled: "You, the marquis, have come to carry bricks and rammed earth, how dare I, a small prefect, be idle."

Hanyang patted Governor Li's shoulder and said, "Good brother, there is no official position here" Governor Li was slapped by Governor Li like this, and his arm, which was originally not painful, suddenly became painful, looking at Governor Li's weak little body, Hanyang couldn't help but be a little worried

Sure enough, Governor Li was building the site, the bricks could not move, the rammed earth was not solid, the crowbar prying the log actually broke his hand somehow, Governor Li stood in the distance in shame, Hanyang wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said with a sad smile: "Governor Li can't do this."

Governor Li shook his head and said in a low voice: "I can't do it, but I really want to help you"

Han Yang's eyes rolled, and he suddenly thought of an extremely interesting thing, and waved his hand, and Li Zhifu leaned his ear: "Li Zhifu, you know that I invited a master."

Li Zhifu nodded, "So, you go to talk to this master every day, you don't know that this master is too irritable, I'm afraid that no one will chat with him, I don't like to be quiet, you see that we are physically and mentally exhausted after working every day, how can we have time to accompany his old man, no, he is angry and doesn't come to see us work."

"Well, I understand," Governor Li said with a smile

Hanyang felt that this was not interesting, and hurriedly added: "You have been going for a long time, the old man likes to talk about new things, meet new people, you let us know who in the yamen can talk the most, take turns to chat with the old man, and please him old man"

Governor Li nodded, and finally found what he could do, otherwise it would be very boring to be idle in Beichen's base mansion all day

Han Yang snickered at the distant Li Zhifu, and said in a low voice: "I don't believe you, I'll look for you in a few days, and you still ignore me coldly."

After Hanyang ate at noon, he took advantage of everyone's sleeping time to find out the old man's notes and patient learners, the old man's notes recorded the construction of many city walls and gates, and some novel mansions were also recorded, and Hanyang was tireless and bitter readers

And the old man is more tragic, I thought that if I didn't let go, I wouldn't let him go, anyway, I was happy here, but since the afternoon, a scholar dressed in Svenwen, carrying fruit snacks, teased himself as soon as he entered the door, the old man is not the kind of very cold character, the necessary etiquette The old man still responds politely, who knows that the scholar in front of him, the moment his mouth hits the door, he doesn't stop at all, and the words are not repeated, but what he says is some nonsense

The old man responded politely from the beginning, to the last silent sitting, Li Zhifu looked at the old man's unhappy expression, thinking that he was not enthusiastic enough, and then the old man ushered in Li Zhifu's "warm" greeting, and served tea, and politely put the dim sum in front of his eyes, and almost didn't feed himself, the old man sighed helplessly, and he hated how much he hated the Si Wen who was talking in front of his eyes

After waking up, the workers have consciously rushed to the construction place, Hanyang has begun to prepare the corresponding tools, the afternoon work is still to carry bricks and rammed earth, with logs, put the bricks on the city wall, with soil tamping, step by step to build, slightly depressed, but everyone is holding a breath in their hearts

In the afternoon, the clerk politely said goodbye to the old man, the old man smiled politely and returned the salute, but his heart was finally relieved, and he was finally able to rest and rest, who knows, the old man just lay down, he heard the door was opened again, and a servant in official clothes walked in with his head talking, and the old man was slightly stunned and asked: "Who are you looking for?" ”

"Looking for you" The official naturally sat on the chair, obviously not as pleasing as the previous scholar, but the tiger skin on his body still made the old man a little frightened, although he knew that Hanyang was the Hou Ye, but he didn't know what the purpose of this official was here, could it be that Hanyang sent it? The old man looked at the official with suspicion

The servant looked at the dim sum on the table, stretched out his finger and saluted the old man, the old man naturally didn't eat it, but the servant was happy, stuffed the dim sum directly into his mouth, and said in a muttered manner: "What are we talking about today?" ”

"Chat?" The old man was speechless for a moment, he didn't know the official in front of him, what did he have to talk about with this officer? But without waiting for himself to reply, the official had already begun to perform by himself, and the words came out of the air, the old man was stunned, and looked at the official stupidly, his heart changed from the previous cautious fear to helplessness, the old man looked at the quilt that had just been spread out on his bed, and said helplessly in his heart: "What's wrong today?" Why are these people idle to talk to themselves? ”

The old man spent an afternoon in the words of others tragically, and the purity he wanted no longer existed, and after the two left, the old man only felt that the words of the unknown er were still echoing in his ears...