“…… World-honored. Good men and good women, develop the three bodhicittas of the three bodhichittas, and the clouds should dwell and the clouds should subdue their minds......"

Copying scriptures is Duan Sicong's daily homework, all the scriptures are copied, but the most copied is still the Diamond Sutra, seven years old to pick up the pen, adhere to the habit for 32 years, every word, every paragraph is familiar by heart.

However, today, it is like a ghost making a god, and when the heart is written, when I want to start writing again, I have broken a stroke in my heart and become the word "must".

Duan Sicong's heart suddenly burst into trouble, and he suddenly became irritable, pushed his pen and ink, and stood up.

"Pass on Zheng Jian."

Due to the disaster of the Southern Zhao Army, separated from the Central Plains for 100 years, although the Chinese language is spoken in Dali now, the pronunciation has been very different, the oral pronunciation of the Bai nationality has been combined, a unique reading has been formed, and some nouns have been created according to local conditions, so that the words are homophonic and the sound is different.

It's okay now, but in another hundred years, it will be to the point of retranslating every sentence.

This Zheng Jian's surname is Zheng, but the name is not called Jian, the word "Jane" is synonymous with the Qing character of the Central Plains Imperial Court, and the emperor claims that it is not the word I, but "Yuan", and the people call the emperor not the emperor, but the general is called Gong Jiu.

The chamberlain hurried down, and after a while, he led an old man with a white beard into the hall, "Zheng Lian has seen Bi Xin." ”

"Excuse me, give me a seat."

"Xie Bixin."

Zheng Lian sat down, the waiter took the fragrant tea and retreated, Duan Sicong took the bad scripture on the bookcase and handed it to Zheng Lian, "Yuan has been copying since he was a child, and he has never made a mistake. ”

"The lord is ominous, and the sword is in trouble, when the Song envoy is expelled from the country, and then the envoy is reconciled with the Qin Dynasty, it is a good policy."

"You sour Confucian, you don't teach well, and you're believing in this nonsense."

Before the person arrived, the voice arrived first, the voice fell, and a fierce figure flashed in from outside the temple gate, his person was about fifty years old, with a beard like a piercing, the tiger's eyes were electrified, and he looked forward to his own strength, which was the eldest son of Buxie Gao Fang, Gao Fangfu.

"Fat letter in person, dare to be rude......"

"Oops...... The two Jian family have something to say, come, Gong Jiu sat down and talked, you came just in time, just to help Yuan solve his doubts. ”

Duan Sicong personally sat down with Gao Fangfu, took the scriptures again, and explained the truth of the matter.

Gao Fangfu laughed and said: "Sour Confucianism misleads the country, and I add a touch to my heart, which is a necessary word, which means that my army will be able to achieve great success when it sends troops this time." ”

Zheng Lian was furious: "Why isn't it inevitable to lose." ”

"Old puppet, dare you curse a certain ......"

Duan Sicong looked helpless, so he had to persuade again: "Gong Jiu, that Meng Chang sits on forty-six states, nearly 200,000 soldiers, and died in half a year, but now he comes to my Dali with a shy old face to borrow troops, Yuan Ri thinks about it and thinks about it night, and always feels that something is wrong, and then ......."

"I want to be bad, and then give three times the gold and silver, this soldier will not borrow one, what we want is this name, just send troops, knock down the fertile Shu land, and open up territory for my Dali."

"......"

Gao Fangfu got up and retired, came majestically, and walked away in high spirits.

If you are not afraid of the bad temper of the martial artists, you are afraid that the martial artists have scheming.

Gao Fangfu is such a person, rude in appearance, but he is a man who can really embroider, rude when he should be rude, stunned when he should be stunned, crazy when he should be mad, laugh when he should laugh, and immediately roll into a ball when he should be soft, and his scheming is in the same vein as the skinny old guy in his family.

deceived everyone and became the number one powerful minister.

Meng Chang has been here for more than three months, Duan Sicong is very polite to him, often has long talks, and asks for advice on how to govern the country.

Gao Fangfu also set up banquets and entertains from time to time, talking about the east and the west but not mentioning the matter of the army, until the bottom of Meng Chang was found out, and the follow-up messenger came with jewelry, gold and silver, he slapped his big hand, saying that no matter what, he would persuade Xin Xin to send troops to avenge Meng Chang.

But his idea can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye.

sent troops, of course, the royal family and all the ministries went out together, but the leader of the troops except for him Gao Fangfu, no one dared to ask for his life, and he won or lost, and his Gao family benefited.

But there are also tribes who follow the drumming, and the idea is to hug the thighs of the Gao family so that they can drink soup with them.

It's just that for the royal family, if you don't do it well, you will suffer a big loss.

Duan Sicong's hesitation is mainly at this point.

In the guest house not far from the palace, Meng Chang was practicing swords, his body was vigorous, and his sword shadows were flying.

Many things can only be cherished when they are lost.

After Meng Chang's father and son experienced the pain of losing the country, they lived in a state of decadence for a long time, and on the eve of the Great Dynasty, he, the king of the dead country, had to participate in the Great Dynasty Meeting, however, he did not expect that the great opportunity of life was waiting for him.

To beat or not to beat?

It's just nonsense, although he has been imprisoned in the palace of King Qin for a long time, but after Bandang, the former hundred officials, which ones are available and which ones are not, can still be easily obtained.

He didn't believe the cake that Song Jiuzhong painted for him, but after uniting with the barbarians and taking several cities, he had this confidence and never had to return to the cage in the capital.

Even if it is three or five years more freedom.

Meng Xuanzhe also grew up overnight, not only saying goodbye to the past in behavior, but also sleeping in the open on the way, which also made his face resolute and bright, with real manhood.

Seeing that his father finished dancing with a sword, his whole body was steaming white, and he hurriedly twisted the woolen cloth he had prepared in hot water and handed it over.

"Father."

Meng Chang took the towel with relief, wiped his face, and said with a smile: "Don't be in a hurry, you two have nothing to do with walking around the city and outside the city, it's hard to come, the scenery of Erhai Lake must be well appreciated." ”

"Can it really be done?"

"Of course, more than 50,000, less than 30,000, next spring will be gathered outside this city, I analyzed it in detail with the two of you last night, why, don't you believe your father."

Yi Xianzheng said: "The lord said so, then so-and-so really went to buy drunk." ”

"Go, Da Lang too, should you relax or relax."

"Father...... The child won't go, so Wen Bingshu will go. ”

Watching Da Lang hurriedly enter the house, Meng Chang laughed heartily.

What could be more joyful than having grown up with a son.

……

Qin Yue, who was far away in Yizhou, was full of surprise, and after hearing the news reported by the guards, he was stunned, and then he ran wildly, went out of the gate and grabbed the guards' mounts, and galloped towards the north city.

Outside the city, a long caravan of camels was slowly moving in the warm early winter sun, led by a bearded man riding a black horse, with a high nose and deep eyes, and the pupils seemed to be dyed by the blue of the sky, shining brightly.

He was dressed in exotic clothes, dusty, thick and heavy, messy edges, but in the bow bag, but it was a Central Plains carved bow, and the carved feather arrows in the arrow box were clearly in the style of the Western Regions, in addition, the sword was a cross sword, the boots were pointed and thin, and the mount was extremely handsome, and the fur was like satin, dark and shiny.

The fast horse that rushed out of the city gate infected him, and the man with the face of the Western Regions raised his whip to urge the horse, and shouted in a jerky accent: "Duyu Marquis ......"

"Manid!"

"Gentleman Sannuo, I've come to cash in on ......"

The two horses were staggered, and the two big hands were tightly clasped together.

Qin Yue looked at the camel caravan that could not be seen at a glance, and said with a happy smile: "You can come back, it makes me more happy than the full load of supplies, go, I will open the way for you and enter the city." ”

……

Many years later, the revered Monsieur Manid wrote in his memoirs: "The greatest honor of my life was not to be crowned king, but to receive the most solemn welcome from the Emperor of China, who personally rode my horse and my caravan into his temporary capital, and thousands of people cheered and cheered......

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