Thirteen people bowed deeply under the door from a distance, and then greeted them under the leadership of Fang Qiao and Wei Yunqi, and a few people were intimidated by the momentum of the lynx Maomao, and they were afraid in their hearts, but they still endured and stepped forward.

Just walking in front of the sky, Fang Qiao and the others didn't know what to say for a while, Wang Junlin smiled slightly, his eyes swept around, he knew that the various forces must have sent a lot of spies to watch nearby, so he took the lead and said loudly: "Fang Qiao, Wei Yunqi, Li Feng, Zhao Shigang...... It is my brother to the King's Landing, and I leave my words here today, and whoever dares to murder them will have a mortal enmity with me, and I shall not die with them. ”

Wang Junlin said the names of the thirteen people one by one, which made everyone feel valued, and made the thirteen people excited. And then Wang Junlin's words in the rivers and lakes were very tasteful, which made their blood boil and they were grateful from the bottom of their hearts. Because Wang Junlin's words are too heavy, Wang Junlin's poisonous name and murderous reputation are too great, and even a character like Yang Su does not dare to easily attack Wang Junlin when he cannot guarantee that he will be killed with one blow, just because he is worried that Wang Junlin will be desperate to die.

It is foreseeable that after Wang Junlin leaves these few words here today, the officials from various gate valve families will squeeze out and bully Fang Qiao and other thirteen poor officials, but they will never dare to kill them. Of course, this is not only because Wang Junlin is so deterrent, but because the undying hatred between a small poor official and Wang Junlin is too worthless, that is to say, as long as Wang Junlin does not die for a day, even people like Yang Su and Yu Zhongwen who have a mortal enmity with Wang Junlin will not easily attack Fang Qiao and others.

"Thank you! I'll wait ......," Fang Qiao, Wei Yunqi and the other thirteen people were extremely grateful and saluted Wang Junlin respectfully again.

But before they could say their words of gratitude, Wang Junlin waved his hand and interrupted: "Say, you don't have to be polite, I still have to hurry, everyone take care, and be an official for Your Majesty!" ”

After saying that, without waiting for these people to say anything more or do anything, they rode out of the city on their blood-maned horses.

Fang Qiao, Wei Yunqi and the others were caught off guard, so they could only bow deeply again and say loudly: "Engong has a good journey." ”

As soon as he got out of the city gate, a guard rode forward, Wang Junlin recognized this person as the eldest grandson Wuji's personal entourage, this person stepped forward and respectfully hugged his fists and said: "Master Hou, my son-in-law and General Pei have been preparing snacks and dishes for ten miles. ”

Wang Junlin was moved in his heart and said, "Thank you for your son and General Pei." ”

When Wang Junlin and his entourage arrived at Shilipu, they set up a pavilion with a table of banquets in it, and the eldest grandson Wuji and Pei Yuanqing were already waiting here.

Those who have lost their souls are just farewell.

In ancient times, transportation was inconvenient, and after a farewell, it was difficult to know the time of goodbye. But Wang Junlin, eldest grandson Wuji and Pei Yuanqing didn't take it to heart, they were all young people with outstanding abilities and big ambitions, and they believed that they would meet each other soon, so there was no melancholy of sending each other off for ten miles, only wishing Wang Junlin a smooth journey.

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The desk in the study of the Yue Guo Mansion was already occupied by an eight-foot-long and four-foot-wide Shuxuan. The finest Xuan made of alum wax is lined with the dull lacquer table. The buildings and pavilions, flowers and stone figures on the paper are sketches of fine brushwork, each of which is incomparably distinct and vivid.

Yang Su was dressed in a green sermon uniform, with only a wooden hairpin inserted in his bun, and he looked like an ordinary fellow Confucian, if he didn't know his identity, it would be difficult to think that he was Yang Su, the first minister of the Great Sui Dynasty today.

Since the death of two grandsons because of Wang Junlin, and one grandson was cut off by Wang Junlin, his state of mind was once affected by hatred, in order not to be affected by hatred to make his own decisions, he has recently consciously used calligraphy and painting to cultivate and regulate his state of mind.

At this time, he stood in front of the table, holding a rabbit pen in his hand, staring at the picture intently. The coals in the study were not burning vigorously, but Yang Su's forehead was covered with sweat. The beautiful and lovely maid grinding ink and adding water on the side held her breath, and she didn't dare to make the slightest sound between the ink cubes grinding.

A picture of "Chrysanthemum Wine Forgetting to Return", Yang Su started from writing, and it has been more than two months now. One draft, two strokes, although the first month was busy, but quickly finished most of the painting, but the more to the end, the more difficult it is to meditate, especially every time the name Wang Junlin comes to the ears, it is difficult to calm down and paint again......

Without needing to be informed, Zhang Sizhong, the chief staff member of the Yue Guo Mansion, walked in lightly, walked straight into Yang Su's study, first glanced at the maid who was grinding ink, signaled the latter to leave, and then whispered to Yang Su to report the news he had just gotten.

The voice of his cronies and staff entered his ears, Yang Su looked down at the scroll, and his head did not raise his head, but his body paused for a moment.

After a while, Fang dipped his brush in thick ink, added a few strokes to the scroll, and with a few brushstrokes, another simple and cute drunkard jumped onto the paper. Putting down the rabbit hair in his hand, Yang Sucai turned around and smiled: "Wang Junlin is on the road today, isn't this something that he has known for a long time?" Let's not talk about this, Sizhong, let's see, what else needs to be changed in this painting? ”

Zhang Sizhong sighed softly, maybe Yang Su thought that he was hiding well, but he could already see that the latter's mood was not as calm as it appeared at this time.

The two grandsons were killed by Wang Junlin, this kind of deep hatred, even Yang Su, endure for three months is already the limit. To tell the truth, after Mai Tiecane failed to shoot before, if it weren't for the existence of the crown prince and the emperor in the capital, he would have had too many concerns, otherwise he would have been desperate to make another move.

"Alright, I know everything." Seeing that Zhang Sizhong was silent for a long time, Yang Su sighed, and finally said something indifferently.

Zhang Sizhong was very knowledgeable, and left by himself after saying goodbye, because he suddenly reacted that Yang Su must have other arrangements, but he didn't want him to participate, or even know.

After Zhang Sizhong left, Yang Su's face was full of hideousness, and his eyes were full of hatred: "I must kill you this time." ”

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The valley outside the world, the ancient mansion, the deep courtyard, the bleakness and the indescribable solemnity and mystery.

Autumn chrysanthemums, a few old houses, courtyards and pavilions, interspersed, a lonely old man, sitting alone under the eaves of the porch, as if he has been isolated from the world for a long time.

It is not that the world will separate him, but that he will separate the world.

A tall and mighty old man, who had the same white hair as he was, walked through the small courtyard full of fallen leaves with a step that was almost lighter than that of a tanuki.

There was almost no sound at all when the feet stepped on the fallen leaves.

PS: The third update is sent, and there is a fourth update————