After Wen Jun finished speaking, he left on his own, and at this time, Yan Lu sat alone in front of the chessboard where the winner and the winner had been divided, and said Nan'an: "Unscrupulous means." ”

The one in history, there is a name that is approved by everyone, the evil ghost Shi Xuan, eating human flesh raw, raising people with people, that period is probably the most painful memory in history, but the historians of later generations, through guò sorting out materials, even found Shi Xuan's self-expression, that self-expression sincerely wrote, his ultimate dream is to agree to the troubled times, so that the people can live in peace and contentment, but in the era of poverty, the barren land could not support so many people. Yan Lu closed his eyes, his father said since he was a child that he was too kind-hearted to achieve great things, Ziyi once said to him after a drunkenness: "Zilu is good at everything, it is the benevolence of Thai women, what shameless things do people like me need in this world, but some success can only be achieved by doing bad things." Yan Lu remembered that Ziyi drank a lot of wine that time, because he gave up Qingqu, so Ziyi, who has always been particular about words, spoke in the vernacular, Ziyi's eyes at that time, he has always remembered vividly, it is the kind of hole that has insight into the world, since he has insight into the world, why is it still empty, people are so complicated, Yan Lu sighed, and told Xiao Tong to take out a pen and paper and start writing a letter.

In the early spring of the south of the Yangtze River, on the border of Changzhou, unresettled displaced people wandered through the city, and many wealthy families from the marginal towns fled to Jinling. The old people all say that this spring is the season of green and yellow, but there are some wild vegetables that can cushion the stomach, but for the huge number of displaced people, these are a drop in the bucket, the land that should be green and mellow is only left with the yellow soil that has been turned over, and even the spring bamboo shoots on the distant mountains are long gone, but they can get through this season, but in the midst of the war, who cares about these extremely dangerous homeless people, Zhang Weiwen came to Changzhou for the first time, but he prepared a lot of plans in his heart, However, the rebellion of the Huai'an Army destroyed many of the original favorable conditions, and now Zhang Weiwen is not the governor of Changzhou.

Zhang Weiwen naturally knows the complexity of the war, seeing the sorrowful appearance of General Huang, the Jiangnan hills, the enemy army is in the hills, the most proud army of the Great Zhou is the cavalry that has repeatedly performed miraculous feats since the founding of the People's Republic of China, although it is not as good as the alien iron cavalry of the Liao State, but it is also very powerful, but this time the terrain is really not able to be used, but the mines mastered by the enemy army seem to be very useful against the cavalry, this war, it is indeed going to be a stalemate, at this time can only pray, the situation in the northwest is fast and stable, Otherwise, this two-front war, I am afraid that the country's finances will not be able to bear it, according to the news from the capital, the imperial court has mortgaged all the taxes for next year.

At this time, the gloomy sky floated rain, the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River was very soft and gentle, but at this time Zhang Weiwen was not in the mood to appreciate, and this place had just been baptized by artillery fire, smoke and dust were everywhere, and the road under his feet was white and muddy after a while. Zhang Weiwen looked at the guard's face, and suddenly felt that his face was like black charcoal.

"Let's go quickly, if it rains a little harder, we won't be able to walk." Zhang Weiwen was wearing a short dress, and he was a little unaccustomed to the wide robe and big sleeves in the market, but this kind of martial artist dress was very convenient to walk, and after walking in the rain for a while, the two arrived at a very dilapidated Taoist temple, only to see that there was an old Taoist priest who was so thin that only bones remained, and the blue Taoist robe on his body was so broken that it was unbearable to look at directly, only one of the three rooms had a roof, and this was really a broken Taoist hall.

"The two officials are here to take shelter from the rain, and there is nothing in the poor Taoist view, so there is really nothing to honor the two." When the old black heard the old Taoist priest's words, he immediately understood, and saw him open his mouth and say: "Old Taoist, don't misunderstand, we are not the bastards who fight the autumn wind, I and this adult are here to ask you something, you have to answer honestly, and you can't hide it in the slightest." Zhang Weiwen was thinking about what the autumn wind was at this time, when he suddenly saw a little doll lying there in the corner, and he didn't seem to be angry at all, so he walked over, squatted down, touched the child's head, and said, "What's wrong with this child?" ”

"I fainted from hunger, this child was picked up from outside when I was in the homeless riot, I thought that there would be a little Taoist boy to take over in the future, but I didn't think that this child was so hungry that he fainted from hunger." After the old Taoist priest finished speaking, he looked at the little doll with pity, and Zhang Weiwen sighed and said, "You haven't eaten for a few days. The old Taoist priest looked at the continuous spring rain outside, and said softly: "I haven't eaten a serious meal for several days, a few days ago I went to the mountains to dig some wild vegetables, and this rain is a meal. After listening to this, Zhang Weiwen took out some silver taels from his arms and said, "Use this money to buy shoes." The old Taoist priest took the money gratefully, and Lao Hei took out a piece of dry food from his arms, put it in the hands of the old Taoist priest and said, "Accompany some water for this doll to eat."

The old Taoist priest boiled the water, put the cold and hard dry food into it, and then fed the little doll with a bowl one bite at a time. “

"Yes, eat it."

After the little doll finished eating, he finally had a little spirit, Zhang Weiwen asked: "Little baby, do you remember that the person you saw in the mass grave a few months ago, the little doll's eyes showed a trace of horror, and he said softly: "That person suddenly appeared from the coffin, and it seems that he can't get out, it looks very scary, so I came back and called Grandpa Taoist." Zhang Weiwen looked at the old Taoist priest, looked at Zhang Weiwen when he came, and said softly: "I saw that this person was surrounded by yin qi, so he lost the rune paper and then the person came out, and his face was very terrifying, I saw that others were not bad, so I stayed in the temple." After the two of them finished speaking, Lao Hei touched his head, as if he was very scared, only to see him open his mouth and say: "Is there really such a thing as a ghost hitting a wall in this world?" Zhang Weiwen looked at Lao Hei's appearance and suddenly felt that a man with five big and three thick looks frightened, very funny, Zhang Weiwen naturally didn't believe that there would be ghosts in this world, if his estimate was correct, He Su must have been confused by a hallucinogenic poisonous gas in the mass grave that night, and the burning flame did give He Su direction, it was not a ghost hitting the wall at all.

(To be continued.) )