Yongping twenty-one years. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info destined to be an unquiet year, with natural and man-made disasters one after another.

First of all, in March, the dumb bell on the nine-story pagoda of Garan Temple rang in the wind without anyone striking it in the early morning, and the sound was long, resounding throughout Kyushu. That morning, when the bell rang, people who were asleep woke up one after another, and it had been 700 years since the bell last rang, when the White Emperor overthrew the previous dynasty. Wei Yifeng, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy who was transferred by the emperor to the Hanlin Academy to be responsible for revising the book, heard the bell again, and couldn't help shouting to the sky with tears in his eyes. Later, he wrote a letter to express his feelings and implore the emperor to be diligent in government and love the people, and to abolish dozens of articles such as the large-scale construction and expansion of the harem, and his voice was like a cry. Above the court that day, accompanied by Wei Yifeng's Chen Qing table and Prime Minister Fu Xueqian's face became darker and darker. And the emperor sitting high on the throne just showed a secretive smile, and quietly listened to Wei Yifeng After saying all the words, he waved his hand lightly and said a word.

"Chop."

In this way, the veteran of the three dynasties, the Wei relics who had a clear stream all his life, on the morning of the bell ringing in the Jialan Temple, were dragged out of the noon gate and beheaded by the emperor under the order of the emperor. Countless people sighed and sighed, and the saint was unkind.

Then, in June, it rained for two consecutive months, and more than half of the 130-odd counties in the 10 counties of Jiangnan were washed away by the rain. People were displaced, and after the heavy rains, malaria was rampant and corpses were strewn across the field. Even because of the lack of harvest, rice merchants raised the price of rice to make huge profits, and the victims of the disaster were cannibalistic, and the Jiangnan area was like a hell on earth for a while.

The emperor sitting on the throne still looked as usual after hearing the tragic situation in the land south of the Yangtze River, and did not say a word about reducing taxes and stopping the construction of the country, he yawned and waved his hand to signal that the report was over, and then he grabbed the palace maid who was in charge of shaking the fan next to him but had a faint sadness in his eyes and a gorgeous face. The young Shangshu, who was left to report the disaster to the emperor, stood in the imperial study and gritted his teeth tightly to hold back his anger, instead of following the example of his mentor Wei Yifeng to make a statement.

At three o'clock, the sun was already high above the blue sky.

In the lecture hall, it is rare for the old master who shook his head to pick up the poetry and fall into his own world after not opening the hall. His uncharacteristically serious face looked at the dozen or so young men and girls from the military general's family sitting in front of him.

"What do you think of everything that's happened this year since the beginning of the year?"

Master's words were like a landmine thrown into the ground, exploding the words of a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys and girls. This group of young men and girls from various military warrior families who may become the guardians of the land in the future are talking to each other about their opinions. Although some of the ideas are immature, they also reflect that these teenagers and girls are not living in a muddy way as they usually look.

"What do you think?" Yu Fei turned her head to look at Xie Zhao, who was concentrating on reading a book beside her, she raised her eyebrows, and her eyes were full of anticipation for Xie Zhao's answer.

"I don't think so." Xie Zhao's hand that was about to turn the book stopped, and she turned her head to look at Yu Fei, with no sadness or joy in her eyes. The voice was faint. "Even if you say something, it's just an empty talk, it's better not to say it." Although Xie Zhao's voice was not loud, he was still heard by his classmates at the tip of his ear.

"Xie Zhao, is your heart made of stone, and the land south of the Yangtze River is like a hell on earth, aren't you not moved at all?" The young man walked over to Xie Zhao's desk and questioned loudly. For a while, everyone's eyes in the school were focused on the young man and Xie Zhao.

Sensing the tense situation at this time, Yu Fei couldn't help but smile wryly. Maybe she shouldn't have asked Xie Zhao about this, shouldn't she have a fight for a while.

Raising his eyes to look at the young man standing in front of the table, his face was dark, his sword eyebrows were starry, his mouth was tightly pursed, his fists were clenched because of some anger, and his back was straightened at all times. is a member of the Lingnan Gu family, Gu Zhan.

"First of all, I am not unmoved, my sorrow for the floods and disasters in the south of the Yangtze River is no less than yours, but what's the point of just talking about it here." Xie Zhao's amber eyes stared at Gu Zhan. Her tone asked Gu Zhan with a mocking rhetoric.

Hearing Xie Zhao's words, Gu Zhan showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, as if he was ashamed of his overly arbitrary behavior just now.

Seeing that Gu Zhan's face showed a trace of embarrassment because of her rhetorical question, Xie Zhao continued to speak. "Instead of talking about how to do it, think about what you can do." After that, Xie Zhao handed the book in his hand to Gu Zhan, who was standing in front of her.

"This is ......" Gu Zhan was a little puzzled, he took the book and looked through it roughly. His eyes widened, and he couldn't help but let out a sound of surprise. This is a history book, but it is a wild history, recording the natural and man-made disasters that occurred in the past dynasties. It has been circled in more than a dozen places by the girl with a vermilion pen, all about the measures after the flooding. After a cursory look at everything, Gu Zhan showed shame on his face. "I ......" he struggled several times to speak, but his childhood education could not open his mouth, and he apologized to the girl with an indifferent face.

Seeing Gu Zhan's struggle, Xie Zhao opened his mouth lightly. "It's okay, it's normal for you to misunderstand me like that. This book is for you, and I thought it might give you some inspiration. Smiling at Gu Zhan, Xie Zhao stood up and left. Watching Xie Zhao leave, Yu Fei looked at the thoughtful master and classmates in the school, got up and left with Xie Zhao. Anyway, today's cough can't continue.

After the two of them left, the master muttered thoughtfully. "yes, it's better to do something yourself than to say something here. I didn't think of that! I can go to the land of Jiangnan to practice medicine. There was a look of joy on his face, he didn't care about the students in the house, and the old master also left in stride, he was going to the land south of the Yangtze River, although he only knew a little about medicine, but it was better than doing nothing in this Shengjing. Now that he is in his prime, what difference does it make if he dies?

"Master." Watching the master leave, it wasn't just someone who couldn't help but scream.

Gu Zhan turned his head and saw the back of the master leaving, and he was still muttering something in his mouth, because the person had already gone away, he listened to it carelessly, but he also vaguely guessed that the old master was going to the land south of the Yangtze River. Gritting his teeth, Gu Zhan chased him out, the land south of the Yangtze River is like a hell on earth, the old master is now in the age of sixtieth year, but he still has to go, he, too. And he also has a younger brother Gu He, who can replace him with filial piety and guard Lingnan.

"What's wrong with these guys?" Looking at the repeated changes, a young girl couldn't help but ask out loud.

"You really don't pay attention to anything." The classmate sitting next to the girl shook his head and sighed at the girl's indifference.

Outside the school, Yu Fei found Xie Zhao in the back mountain of the lecture hall.

"I knew you were here." Looking at Xie Zhao, who was sitting on the grass with his hands and legs, Yu Fei showed a light smile on his face. Walked over and sat down beside Xie Zhao. "Why, it's rare to have such an expression on your face."

"It's just a little sad. Although my grandfather had privately sent someone to disguise himself as a doctor and a businessman to the land south of the Yangtze River, he still felt that Gu Zhan's words were more like saying to himself, and in the final analysis, I couldn't do anything, so I could only stay in Shengjing. Xie Zhao's voice was muffled, revealing the girl's low mood.

"Xiao Zhao, the prescriptions and methods you have compiled to prevent epidemics are not fake, even if you really go to the land south of the Yangtze River, you who don't know how to heal are just vain increasing the burden of the soldiers defending the city, and they have to divide their manpower and mind to protect you." Xie Zhao couldn't help but raise his head when he heard Yu Fei say.

"I ......" Xie Zhaoyan only said one word before being interrupted by Yu Fei.

"Don't say that you don't need protection, you should know that as long as you leave for the land of Jiangnan, that man will know, and your grandfather will know too." Yu Fei looked at Xie Zhao, his eyes were solemn, and his face was rare serious. At this time, Yu Fei finally looks like a princess born in the emperor's family, not the girl who just wants to have fun.

Seeing Xie Zhao's surprised expression, Yu Fei smiled. There was a hint of helplessness in his voice. "I ...... Isn't that weird? But in that royal city, you can only live so carefully and with scheming. If I could, I wouldn't want to be born in an imperial family at all. Holding back the disgust that would appear in his eyes when he thought of the man on the throne, he rested his head lightly on Xie Zhao's shoulder. Speak again. "Xiao Zhao, how long do you think this kind of calm can be maintained? The bell of the Garan Temple, which heralds the change of dynasties, has been ringing, and the war is coming soon, so what will happen to us? Yufei's voice was faint, with a sense of sorrow for the future.

"If there is really a war, I will guard Mobei with Murong and my grandfather." There was a determined look in Xie Zhao's eyes. Guarding Mobei is a word she has remembered since she was a child. Even if only the last man is left, he will die on the battlefield.

"I want us all to survive the war, even if it's incognito. But neither you nor I seem to have such a chance. With a hint of mockery in his eyes, Yu Fei smiled. The Mobei Xie clan has always died on the battlefield, and as a royal family, even if she is disgusted with the people on the throne, she also has the pride of being a descendant of the White Emperor. For thousands of years, the bell of Garan Temple rings with the change of dynasties every time, and when will the country die?

The July sun shone fiercely on the earth, and the wind blew gently over the two girls sitting quietly on the grass. For the future, the calm of the moment is more like the calm before the storm. The roaring dark tide will swell at any moment, bringing huge waves and breaking the silence.