God bless for three years, Fengxiang County, Longzhou, Huaiyou Mansion.

He Taihu, who was holding a golden bottle and wanted to drink, was already drunk in the dark. At this time, he was sitting crookedly on the inner hall of the banquet hall, and with his drunken and bloodshot eyes, he looked at the people in the meat forest in the wine pond under the hall.

Shen Shi is more than halfway through, and this celebration banquet is based on the ancestral system of the Tang Dynasty, and the banquet is actually held earlier. But He Taihu didn't care, and was even a little urgent, hoping to announce this rare victory to his vassals, spread the word to the world, and complete some things that he had been planning for a long time by the way.

At this time, he is like a victorious rooster, despising everything under his feet, waiting to sing here. He endured for many years, secretly recruiting troops, and waiting for an opportunity. This is more than 20 years.

He Taihu has grown from a middle-aged man with strong body and energy to an old man with white frost and sideburns, and some twilight. But he didn't care, he waited for this long-term meeting of the rain, poured on his dry and cracked heart.

He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to wait for this day, and the daily suffering and forbearance made him age a little faster. He raised the wine in his glass, tilted his head and drank it down. The concubine on the side obediently poured it for him, smiling sweetly.

He seemed to be unintentional, but in fact he deliberately stroked the slender jade hand of the concubine, and couldn't help but sigh, "What a spring." This sentence of emotion was originally said to himself, and the sound came out of his mouth, although it was not loud, but it exploded like thunder in the hall.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

The ministers of the hall stopped pushing and changing glasses with each other, and instead raised their glasses and congratulated: "He Gongyi will succeed, and the foundation of the world is just around the corner." It was originally a polite flattery that was difficult to hear, but at this time, He Taihu, who was half-drunk and slightly drunk, sounded like heaven.

With the strength of the wine, He Taihu, who was already a little staggering, raised his hand and wanted to get up. The concubine hurriedly knelt on the ground and supported her arms, allowing He Taihu to stand up calmly, but she lowered her head to her feet, to the dust in the hall.

He Taihu stood up, glanced at the graceful figure, and suddenly felt a heat in his abdomen. Then he raised his glass and breathed inside, and shouted loudly: "I wish to lead to the same end with you." After saying that, he drank the full glass of wine again, and then put it back on the wine table in the hall, making a crisp sound.

The subordinates' cheeks were like blushing, and their emotions were high for a while, and they were greatly encouraged. After the "road to the same return" with a tsunami in the mountains, they talked and talked to each other. It was originally a "whisper", but for fear that the people in the hall would not hear it, they all pulled their throats and kept repeating the beautiful words in an almost roaring voice.

These people who are submissive every day, slipping in front of people, and high-spirited in the back. At this time, I forgot myself, and I only hated that the poems and books in my belly were not high or deep, so that He Taihu was compared to the Qin Emperor and Han Wu in the world.

Someone stood up and stood out from the crowd, unique, "He Gongsheng is powerful in the nine abysses, and dares to change the sun and moon for the sky." As soon as these words came out, the four seats all applauded. And how the other group of friends was willing to show weakness, they also echoed, "Mount Tai is majestic and covered by clouds and mist, where the mountains are called." When the world is full of glory, you can see the top of this mountain from afar. ”

This beautiful word of forcibly slapping the horse made He Taihu very useful. But as soon as this poem came out, the "pioneer" who was still full of ambition just now suddenly blushed, and grabbed the grinding and grinding in the poem, which was to hit head-on, "Okay, you're a 'cloud and mist cover', doesn't it mean that He Gong, who we support, is now nameless?" ”

The man sitting in the hall did not say anything. did not stop or come forward to break the siege, but raised his hand to hug the concubine into his arms, looking like he was watching a play. The weak and boneless woman fell down with a coquettish smile, and the Bodhi in her hand was fed homeopathically, amusing He Tai's heart. He Taihu has survived for so many years, and his voice and smile are not what they used to be, but this lustful heart has never changed. I used to like twenty-eight years, and I still do. It's just that the concubines around me are watching the flowers, the months are different, and the seasons are always new.

According to He Taihu's understanding, he is already in his twilight years, if he can't let these springs linger, then life will be a lot less fun. But He Taihu, who was majestic in front of people and joking in the back, let go of many rules this time and laughed with the concubine.

Seeing this, the two groups of literati in the hall were also interested and started a unique war of words.

Since ancient times, it is not unreasonable for literati to treat each other lightly. This group of scholars, ignoring the books of the sages and sages, put all their ambitions into this "stalking" business, but it damaged the noble integrity of the literati.

Shi farmers and merchants, but this man has lived like a businessman, which really makes people sigh.

Both groups of literati were He Taihu's vassals, and their role was only to cater to He Taihu's preference for literature and ink. It can't help you with killing and leading the troops to fight. If this is the case, the well water does not interfere with the river water, and the generals will turn a blind eye.

However, this group of flies and dogs have to point fingers at the warriors on the other side of the Chu River and Han realm, and they frequently slander and "chew the root of the tongue" in He Taihu. Even if He Taihu doesn't care once or twice, as time goes by, there will always be dislikes, and this is exactly what this group of literati wants.

Whenever these two groups of people get together, there will be tension and arguments. There are also big fights from time to time, and each has damage. He Taihu's martial artists, such as Kang Xiaowei and others, gritted their teeth with hatred for these powerless literati, and they all wanted to kill them quickly.

This time took Qingxia Town in one fell swoop, this group of "tongue-in-cheeks" did not do their best, but sprinkled thousand-character texts, praised He Taihu for his brilliant achievements, and choked the popularity of those desperate martial artists.

A group of warriors who came from the blood and went to the fire raised their knives one after another, wanting to cut this group of "croaking cowflies" with thousands of knives and break their corpses. But Ho Taihu stopped them and, to put it mildly, defused the crisis.

"Now that the foundation of the Tang Dynasty is in jeopardy, we are still alive in the world, and our plans are still shallow, so it is really not appropriate to create more evil. And this kind of pen and ink writer, although he has no skill, but he has an inch of heart, if we do not act without the propaganda of these literati, who can know? When will there be a day to come out? ”

He Taihu's words flashed through his mind, and he shared those heart-to-heart words all the heart-to-heart words, and only then did he pacify the martial artists who were already heartbroken. and counted the vassals one by one, and asked them to apologize in public, so that this long-standing "trivial matter" could be suppressed.

In He Taihu's view, this is just a "small thing" between the two sides, and even a good thing. There is friction to see who is faithful and who is available. At this time, the people of the hall were naturally divided into two factions and began a fierce debate.

And a group of martial artists drank wine and ate meat, looking at it with a sneering look, watching how this group of villains who "played right and wrong" fought in the nest. He Taihu just glanced at it silently for a few moments, and then nodded slightly, and the martial artists were silent.

At this time, the singing and dancing in the hall have been withdrawn, and only the afterglow of the sunset outside the door is reflected on the bluestone slab in front of the hall, reflecting a little brilliance. And the concubine in He Taihu's arms smiled coquettishly, "He Gong, the slave family can't wait." ”

This pun that I don't know what it means, made He Taihu's ears feel soft for a while, and he put the undrunk wine back on the wine table when he took it to his mouth. And with those hands like withered branches, he lifted the tender cheeks of the concubine, and kissed her fiercely with her lips covered with white scum. The concubine hid her face and smiled again, bringing the charm to the extreme. And the body lying in He Taihu's arms trembled for a while, as if he wanted to respond, as if he was teasing.

The two groups of literati under the hall have been accumulating their strength for a long time, although these subordinates who "tell the truth and wrong" have extremely poor eyesight, but their ear power is amazing, and they immediately raise their breath and drink, and their voices are mighty. On the other side, he turned this power into a finger twist, shook the folding fan in his hand, and said: "Now that Qingxia Town is in the bag, He Gong can be listed as a meritorious service!" ”

That group of literati gathered in a crowd of three or five, and they all crossed their hands to salute and compete to celebrate. The other group scoffed, smelling like sourness.

immediately counterattacked: "He Gongquan is plotting to dominate the Nine Abysses, how can Qingxia Town be in his eyes." Such a small feats are so touted by you, but is there a suspicion of killing? ”

This sentence blurted out, and even He Taihu, who was sitting in the hall, looked sideways. He was not annoyed by the vassal's radical words, but instead led to some deep thought, if he showed his edge, he was afraid that he would feel like a thorn in the back.

And this also indicates that his life will be short.

There was no news of Kang Junli sent out two days ago, and several spies have not returned, does it also indicate something? He Taihu pushed the beauty in his arms out, his face angry. The concubine observed the words, so she got up obediently, and stood aside with her eyebrows bowed, not daring to make any more noise.

And the scribe who was originally holding his head high and looking complacent was also frightened when he saw He Gong behaving like this at this time. The other group of leaders wanted to fall into the well, but they were also jerked by the attached ministers, and then they suddenly came back to their senses and bowed their heads and remained silent.

He Taihu got up suddenly, the slight drunkenness in his eyes was gone, and some were just unattainable expectations for the world outside the hall. He has been waiting for more than 20 years, and he must not be talked about in such a trivial matter. If you are killed in one fell swoop when you are about to rise, won't this life be in vain?

The afterglow of the evening glow passed quietly, and he ran out under the bluestone steps outside the hall, pulling out a long and narrow black shadow, like a sharp sword, straight into He Taihu's heart. He Taihu's eyes suddenly flashed a different color, and his lips, which were slightly open, were tightly closed, as if he was thinking about something.

There was not much afterglow left, and the railing next to the stone steps outside the hall was gradually draped in a gray and black veil, looming. This place is dry, not as beautiful as the four seasons of spring in the south of the Yangtze River, but it has a unique charm.

It's getting late, and people's hearts are still early.

It's just that the desolation of the change of days in a hurry reminds He Taihu that the high places are not cold. On that day, Qingxia Town was captured, without any obstacles, and he wanted to appease the people, and he had won a good reputation. But before leaving, these warriors were provoked by the vassals, and they slaughtered all the people in the town.

By the time he knew, he was powerless. Although this move is impressive, it only adds variables, and the people of other states and counties are also eyeing his every move.

There's no turning back for him. He Taihu raised his feet and walked down, the vassals were close to the ground, the warrior bowed his head, and he walked out of the banquet hall directly, and the moment he stepped out of the banquet hall door, a cool breeze rose, blowing his sideburns.

But he is high-spirited, when he is broken, he is broken, and if he continues, he is chaotic. He Taihu did not turn around, but looked into the distance, raised his hand and waved, "Your heart, He Gong knows." Don't fight for the short and long, wait for me to win the championship, and then it's not too late to talk about the world. ”

Originally, they were all vassals and warriors with their own hearts, and they all got up and lined up in public, leaned over and saluted with crossed hands, and congratulated in their mouths: "The top and bottom are concentric, and the Tang Dynasty is crowned." ”

He Taihu has never had this moment, so high-spirited, no matter how strong the mountain wind blows, he is still not afraid.