On this day, the bright morning sun came as scheduled, the blue blue waves have been plated with a layer of beautiful golden gauze at this time, where the water and the sky meet, a round of red sun is rising, like a new child, want everyone to show its vigorous vitality, the original calm has dispersed, the original serenity has been replaced by endless hustle and bustle, the bustling morning market in the past, today is more noisy, the faces of the people are also hung with a happy smile, today for the Li people of Songhai, it can be said that it is a festival, the old man with the highest prestige in Qi country, One of the most prestigious wise men of the hundred schools of thought, Xun Condition, Master Xun, today is his half a hundred period.

The ancients said that fifty knows the destiny of heaven. Sixty and ear shun, once the man is over forty, he can call himself an old man, but he has a long life after the sixtieth birthday, and now Xun Fuzi is the year of the Mandate of Heaven, and a group of Confucian disciples naturally can't do it hastily, as early as half a year ago, they have widely sent invitations to invite the world's heroes, not only that, the royal families of all countries in the world, and the nobles also received invitations at the same time.

Now the friction between the border of Chu and Qin is continuous, and the war is about to break out, but they are still truce half a month ago, and it is also for a grand event in this Qilu land, Confucianism is one of the two great scholars in the world, there are countless disciples in the world, hundreds of years from scratch, at this time it has become a force that can influence the overall situation of the world, if this time Confucianism maintains a consistent low-key style, there is no hype about this matter, but this stall Confucianism invites guests and friends, gather in the small sage village, In this way, it is impossible for everyone not to pay attention to it.

Soldiers, Legalists, Taoists, Mojia, celebrities, vertical and horizontal families, and so on all sent a reply, the day must come to congratulate, the countries of the world also replied that there must be a messenger to come, the most solemn is the host of Qi State, but also to reply to the little sage Zhuang Zhangjiao Fu Nian, then the prime minister will come to congratulate Mr. Xun on his birthday.

Because of this, today's Songhai City has suddenly doubled in population, the literati and ink writers want to come to see the demeanor of this Confucian master, the heroes of the rivers and lakes are to admire the reputation of the Confucian giants, although the purpose is different, but whether it is invited or not, they have come here with this bustling flow of people, since Confucianism is open to welcome guests today, even if there is no invitation, just say: in the next is to celebrate the birthday, will not be subjected to any trouble, after all, the Confucian [gentleman] Nor is the name blown.

Self-denial and retribution, self-cultivation and family unity are what every Confucian disciple must do.

Because of this, these soldiers in Songhai City are bitter, because today there are not only rivers and lakes reckless, but also princes and nobles, of course, this security is responsible for the city defense army, and the prime minister of Qi won a warrant, and the army within a radius of 100 miles was mobilized at the first time.

However, in Songhai City, the jubilant people did not notice any changes in today's soldiers compared with usual, but just took care of their own business, taking advantage of this rare opportunity to make a small fortune.

On the top floor of [There is an inn], still in the plum hall, a window slowly opens, a pair of people look at the flow of people on the street with interest, Yan Hong's slender fingers are still habitually placed on the window frame with rhythmic tapping, this is a habit when he thinks, the smoother the thoughts, the faster the rhythm of the fingers, the wider the thought, the neater the tapping, and Xie Zhiyun on the side is just half leaning on the chair, fiddling with the fruit in his hand, obviously to prepare for the stomach.

The technique is so delicate, one is not broken to the end, the expression is so focused, it seems that what is in his hand is not a small fruit, but a piece of rare Hetian jade, but the ripple between the eyebrows is the tenderness that cannot be dissolved, every word and deed shows the charm of a skilled woman.

――Smack――

The original rhythmic percussion stopped abruptly, as if the heart had a soul, the knife in Xie Zhiyun's hand also stagnated slightly at this moment, and the peel with water droplets slipped silently at this moment, and the beautiful plain face swayed with a touch of joyful gentleness, "It's connected-" Yiren is just three, but Yan Hong understands the meaning, and there is no need for too many words between her and him for many years, and it seems to have become an inevitability between them.

"Well, you've been standing like this for more than half an hour, and you're tired." The fruit that had been carefully processed was sent to Yan Hong's mouth at this moment, and with the change of the rhythm of her fingertips, this woman had already read his thoughts, and at this moment when the qiē ended, her tenderness had already flowed into his heart.

The former head of the Mo family, the pride of the past, all the halos, at the moment when they promised each other have been dispersed, washed away the lead and turned into a gentleman's wife, making soup with slender hands, leaving him, her wisdom can play with the people of the world between applause, with him, she only wants to be a gentle little woman.

"Well, it's connected, it seems that in the next few days, this peaceful little city will not be peaceful anymore." In a calm tone, there was an indescribable regret in his eyes, if it was possible, he really didn't want to destroy this peace, just like Jimo back then.

The two leaned together quietly, but Yan Hong seemed to feel that something was missing, his eyes seemed to be wandering, but he was carefully observing, "Zhiyun, why is your dart missing?" ”

Darts are Xie Zhiyun's famous secret weapon, when they were separated in Jimo, Yan Hong specially created a group of darts for her, a total of twelve, but there are only eleven left at the moment, there is no blame in the words, but there is a strong curiosity, with his understanding of Xie Zhiyun, the reason why the dart is missing, there must be a story.

"Hehe, I just gave it to a cute little guy."

"Little one?"

Xie Zhiyun's expression became more and more gentle at this moment, and that kind of expression, Yan Hong remembered that it would only appear when she cared about the Snow Girl, which was similar to a mother's concern and love for her child.

"That was when we were in Jimo, the kid next door, the year before last the little guy had typhoid fever I cured him, seeing that he had good qualifications, I taught him some skills, and it was also a pastime, but I didn't want the kid to be hard, when I left, there was already a sense of qi in his dantian, and it was also a material that could be made over time."

Smiling lightly, Yan Hong's forehead was against Xie Zhiyun's forehead, his heart was full of tenderness, he didn't care about the little guy in Jimo, but what he cared about was Xie Zhiyun's heart for him, thinking about him all the time, although what he said was the ability to relieve loneliness and make friends at will.

But Yan Hong believes that with Xie Zhiyun's eyesight, the good seedlings are not ordinary children, they must be first-class and manufacturable materials, but this is the reserve strength of the reigning Traceless Village, after all, the foundation of the Traceless Village is still too shallow, although he is now the young master of the Mo family, but the Mo family has always been a capable person, but the Traceless Village is completely belonging to the Yan family, just like the Bright Moon Villa, the Traceless Village is the starting point of Yan Hong, and it is also a retreat he left for the bloodline of future generations, "Zhiyun, thank you-" gentle tone, The emotional call, although this qiē words seemed redundant, but at this moment Yan Hong couldn't help but say it, and it was difficult to help himself when the love was strong.

"Fool-" There are no superfluous words, just two simple words, and since his plans have been seen through, then enjoy the tenderness he gives himself.

"Young master, the hour is almost up, and you can go."

The original faint warmth was interrupted by this inappropriate voice, and he shook his head helplessly, Ding Fat Man is always like this, like this, out of tune!

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PS: The first update, I'm finally done, I went to sleep, and I asked for birthday wishes by the way, although it's a bit shameless

Escaped.