Zou Gu looked at Meng Lan and said, "Meng Lan always likes to fight with me. ”

Meng Lan replied: "Mr. taught, a gentleman has something to fight, and a gentleman has something to fight. ”

"The gentleman also taught that a gentleman must do something, and a gentleman must not do something. Didn't Meng Lan know that Da Li Guozuo had lasted for five hundred years, or that Bo Qi had used the means of heaven to last for eight years? Zou Gu smiled.

Meng Lan shook his head: "Mr. also taught, a gentleman should help the world with his body, and he should help the world; A gentleman should not be involved in danger, and he should not be involved in danger. ”

"Meng Lan, is this considered a risk? Should I be at risk? Zou Gu asked.

Meng Lan looked at Zou Gu and said, "I'll call you Senior Brother, do you know why Mr. favors me?" ”

Zou Gu asked, "Why?" ”

"Senior brother thought that he had succeeded in learning and stopped listening to Mr. teachings, but in fact, Mr. didn't finish his words," Meng Lan tried his best to imitate Chu Zichou's tone and said, "Mr. taught, a gentleman should help the world with his body, and he should do what he should do until he dies; A gentleman should not take risks with his body, and he should not do anything unless he has to. ”

Zichou prefers Meng Lan, which is a well-known thing, so Zou Gu is called Zichou's first disciple and Meng Lan is Zichou's favorite disciple.

"Meng Lan prefers Jue, and this will also be a well-known thing, so the idiot Meng Lan and I have come thousands of miles away, so Yanzhou and you and I are not the slightest bit sad." Meng Lan said with a smile.

The idiot was in trouble with Luoyi, and Meng Lansan entered the palace, not for the position of sacrificing wine, not for the first saint in the world, but just to save the idiot; The idiot was in trouble, and Meng Lan sent him home, didn't she just care about him as much as she cared about the people of the world? The idiot was in trouble in Yingdu, and Meng Lan traveled thousands of miles, not to study, not to lobby, but to save him.

"As long as you don't go back to Dali, this school palace sacrificial wine, the first saint in the world, this word of morality, I can give it to you," Zou Gu said, "I don't know if Meng Lan is willing to do it?" ”

"Reluctant." Meng Lan replied.

Zou Gu was stunned, but he didn't expect Meng Lan to answer so decisively.

On the second day of October in the year 506 of the Great Li calendar, after the beginning of winter. There was news from Luoyi that Zou Gu gave up the position of sacrificial wine, and Meng Lan became the sacrificial wine of the Xuegong.

When he received this information, Jiang Jue led an army of 10,000 people to aid Wu Yue and had just arrived in Xuzhou.

When he came to Yanzhou, Dali, and Lidu, he didn't see Mr. Meng, nor did he see Jiang Hou, he only saw the young Zhi Tianzi. Zhi Tianzi was overjoyed, and wanted to worship Ling Han as the main general, worship Jiang Jue as the deputy general, and lead the army with Wu and Yue to come to the aid of Xuzhou to resist Lu general Teng Yun. Ling Han refused in every possible way and was willing to be the deputy general, so the young Zhi Tianzi had to worship Jiang Jue as the main general, Ling Han as the deputy general, and led the army to accompany Wu Yue to help Xuzhou.

"Sir said that a gentleman does not risk his body, but he still risks himself." Jiang Jue sighed.

"General, a few miles further on, we will arrive at Licheng, where Teng Yun's army is stationed." There are scouts coming to report.

"Order, rest in place, take the city tomorrow, kill Teng Yun, drive the wolf and control the tiger, and help Dali." Jiang Jue was full of spirits and said that he would be a hero.

He who gives me a name is my teacher; He who gave me my surname is my Father.

Jiang Jue came to Yanzhou, Dali, and Lidu, and just wanted to call Mr. in person, and he just wanted to call his father in person.

Mr. Meng was trapped in Luoyi, and the Marquis of Jiang waved his troops to Qingzhou, and he led the army out of Yanzhou.

Yuchan changed into a military uniform, looked heroic, and asked, "What do you want?" ”

Jiang Jue looked at the south from afar and said, "I'm wondering, if I win, will Mr. Meng and Jiang Hou praise me." ”

Just as Wu Quji does not need the approval of the world, as long as Jiang Jue approves it, Jiang Jue does not need the approval of the world, as long as Mr. Meng and Jiang Hou approve of himself, he will be content.

On the fifth day of October in the 506th year of the Great Li calendar, Yuzhou, Jianling Pass.

Pu Miao tied a small wine gourd around his waist and shouted: "I came all the way to see Emperor Song, what do you say about turning my old man away?" ”

Song Gongzi Jialiu was guarding the Jianling Pass, and someone came to report: "Hey, that quack doctor has been shouting outside the pass for five days." ”

"Be long-winded, let him shout." Jialiu was snubbed by his father and left in this Jianling Pass, which had no chance to make contributions, and his mood was not very good.

"Hey," a voice came, "the king is critically ill." ”

Song Gongzi Jialiu was stunned at first, and then said meaningfully: "Let Pu Miao enter the customs and escort him to Luoyi." ”

"Pass the dumb slaves." Song Gongzi Jialiu said again.

Not long after, a middle-aged woman came over, and Song Gongzi Jialiu said: "Dumb slave, you also go to Luoyi, my incompetent brothers, you can kill a few and kill a few, but don't do it." As for Qianxiu's nephew, let's do it. ”

The dumb slave took the order and left, and after she left, Song Gongzi Jialiu breathed a sigh of relief, he was really worried that he would not be able to control the gift that his sister gave him.

"Congratulations Childe." Bing Saint Shi Hui said with his hand.

"This is still the credit of Shi Sheng and Zou Sheng." Song Gongzi Jialiu gave up his hand to Shi Hui.

"Meng Lan has already entered the Luoyi Academy," Shi Hui said, "Qian Xiu gets up early every day and goes there at sunset. Shi Hui continued.

"Meng Lan really thinks that Qian Xiu is a concubine?" Song Gongzi Jialiu said, "Shi Sheng, that Ou Yao, kill it too." Qin Huai, Ou Yao, it's useless now. ”

"Childe, your subordinates will go to Luoyi first, and then personally welcome Gongzi back to Luoyi in a few days." Shi Hui arched his hand and said.

"Father, if you make me your heir, how can there be so many things?" Song Gongzi Jialiu shook his head and sighed, "Don't blame me, my brothers are all mediocre, and my humble nephew is too weak." ”

On the eighth day of October in the year 506 of the Great Li calendar, Yuzhou, Song State, Luoyi.

"Xuanyi Shengpu Miao."

Pu Miao entered the palace with a small wine gourd tied to his waist, and Song Xiao was sick in bed, only staring at Pu Miao with wide eyes, but he couldn't say two words in his mouth.

"Your Majesty, don't get excited, Pu Yisheng has a wonderful technique of rejuvenation, and with his help, he can naturally ensure that the king lives a long life." Mrs. Wei, who was serving beside Song Xiao, said.

"Medical saint, it's hard work," Mrs. Wei saluted Pu Miao, and then said to Song Xiao, "The concubine has retired." ”

Pu Miao put down the small wine gourd, put down the crutches, and put down the cloth bag on his back. Pu Miao is old, older than Song Xiao, if he wasn't familiar with pharmacology, I'm afraid he would have died of old age.

"King Song, Emperor Song," Pu Miao said with a smile, "in the end it's all a piece of loess." ”

"The old man is seventy-eight this year, he is more than a teenager of Emperor Song, and he has lived enough," Pu Miao was not in a hurry to diagnose and treat, as if he was catching up with an old friend, and when he laughed, his whole face was like a stone rippling on the surface of the lake, "The old man has a mantle disciple in this life, I don't know if Emperor Song has a satisfactory son-in-law?" ”

"Nine times out of ten, the people under the mountain call me a medical saint, and seven or eight out of ten people in the city call me a quack," Pu Miao said, "I don't know if Emperor Song thinks I am a medical saint or a quack?" ”

Pu Miao carried the cloth bag again, tied a small wine gourd, picked up a cane, shook his head, and said loudly: "Emperor Song is terminally ill, there is no cure, there is no cure. ”

Mrs. Wei respectfully handed over twenty taels of gold outside the door, and then said, "Go and invite a few sons." ”

On the ninth day of October in the 506th year of the Great Li calendar, Yuzhou, Song State, Luoyi.

"The king is dead."

Song Xiao, the king of the Song Dynasty who expanded his land ten times in half his life, died, and when he ascended the throne, the Song Kingdom was less than ten cities, and now occupies Yuzhou, Yongzhou and half of Yanzhou.

Song Xiao, the Taifu of Dali who has married the Son of Heaven for three generations, has passed away, and the three generations of a family have married the Son of Heaven, and there is only one in the world.

Song Xiao, the Northern Emperor who had been emperor for less than two months, died, leaving behind two daughters, ten sons incompetent and eldest Sun Qianxiu.

On the ninth day of October in the year 506 of the Great Li calendar, Jiajing, the fourth son of Song Xiao, who lived in Luoyi, died by hanging a branch.

On the ninth day of October in the year 506 of the Great Li calendar, Jiaqian, the sixth son of Song Xiao, who lived in Luoyi, fell into a well and died.

On the tenth day of October in the year 506 of the Great Li calendar, Jiaqing, the fifth son of Song Xiao, who rushed back from the outskirts of Luoyi, was pierced through the heart by a stray arrow;

On October 11, 506 in the Great Li calendar, Jialiang, the seventh son of Song Xiao, who returned from the waterway, sank to the river outside Luoyi and died, and the body was not recovered.

On October 11, 506 in the Great Li calendar, Song Xiao's ninth son Jiaxie, who had just paid tribute to Song Xiao and was eating, was poisoned and died.

On October 12, 506 in the Great Li calendar, Jialiu, the tenth son of Song Xiao, who had rushed back from Jianling Pass, was assassinated, but fortunately only suffered skin injuries.

On the 12th day of October in the year 506 of the Great Li calendar. Situ Zou Gu of the Song State ordered the mobilization of masters to protect Song Xiao's eighth son Jiaxi and Song Xiao's tenth son Jialiu. According to Song Xiao's eighth son, Jiaxi, he was a ghostly assassin, and if it weren't for the protection of the dumb slave, he would have died at the hands of the assassin. As for the Dumb Slave, he was seriously wounded in the fight with the Assassins.

"What about humility?" Zou Gu asked.

Someone replied: "Prince Qianxiu is still in the Xue Palace, and General Long is here." ”

Zou Gu snorted coldly: "Qian Xiu can be a gentleman, but if he is the emperor and the king, he is really incompetent." ”

Song Gongzi Jialiu said: "Situ, my humble nephew is the heir designated by his father, and he is the most talented. ”

October 12, 506 year of the Great Li calendar, night, Luoyi School Palace.

"Childe, it's time to go back, and tomorrow I will pay tribute to the king." Long Li said.

Song Gongzi reluctantly bowed to Meng Lan, and then left with Long Li. As soon as he walked out of the Luoyi School Palace, this Song Gongzi Qianxiu retreated back to the door, Long Li's hands were full of blood, and he closed the door with difficulty.

Meng Lan didn't go out after entering the Luoyi Academy, and he had also heard that Song Xiao's unsuccessful sons had died at the hands of assassins one after another in the past few days, but he didn't care.

Song Gongzi Qianxiu bowed his hand to Meng Lan and said, "Mr. Meng, there are assassins, be careful. ”

Long Li was stabbed in the abdomen, but he still carried a spear and vigilantly guarded the palace, this assassin he seemed to have seen, but only after a fight, the assassin retreated. Just because you have retreated does not mean that you will not come back.

"Childe, Mr. Meng, be careful." Long Li explained.

"It seems that some people don't want to watch Qian Xiu succeed to the throne," Meng Lan said to Qian Xiu, "Hide behind me, be careful." ”

There was a sound of bricks falling on the wall, Long Li glanced back at Meng Lan and Song Gongzi Qianxiu, and then chased out the door with a gun. Soon there was a sound of fighting outside the Luoyi Xue Palace, but so far, none of the Luoyi guards have arrived, I am afraid that they are all protecting Song Xiao's eighth son Jiaxi and tenth son Jialiu at this time.

The fighting stopped abruptly, and the door opened. Jiaxi thought it was Long Li's return, and as soon as he exited, he saw a ghostly figure flashing in.

"Who are you?" Song Gongzi Qianxiu asked.

Meng Lan pulled Qian Xiu behind her and couldn't help but sigh. In the end, he is a noble son who grew up in the city, and no matter how much poetry and books he has in his belly, he still has less knowledge.

This ghostly figure was approaching step by step, and Meng Lan protected Qian Xiu behind him, with only a book of poetry in his hand.

The assassin did not hesitate, and sprinted with a short knife, and Meng Lan closed his eyes. He is also just a scholar who has no power to restrain the chicken, and even Long Li, who ranks second in the rank of the dignified Song Dynasty, can't stop this assassin, let alone him?

There was no knife tip into the flesh, no blood flowing, Meng Lan opened his eyes, the assassin had already escaped from the door, and standing in front of him was a handsome middle-aged man dressed in white.

"Meng Lan, do you remember me?" The handsome middle-aged man in white asked.

"Brother White." Meng Lan threw his hand at him.

When Meng Lan returned from a study tour, he heard the news that Yu Wan'er had fallen into the lake and died, and he slowly lost consciousness, and dreamed that he had become a fish.

Mengsheng Dream Fish!

When I opened my eyes again, there was a handsome young man dressed in white in front of me.

Meng Lan arched his hand and asked, "What do you call it?" ”

"White."

After many years, I saved myself in vain.

"I was invited by King Song to protect Gongzi Qianxiu." The handsome middle-aged man dressed in white said.

Song Gongzi Qianxiu's face was pale, and his uncles would not let themselves succeed to the throne so easily. Who is behind this? Is it his eighth uncle Jiaxi, or his little uncle Jialiu?

Song Gongzi humbly bowed his hand to the handsome middle-aged man and said, "Thank you." ”

This handsome middle-aged man with a single name white went out again and brought in the dragon li, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and threw it on the hand at will, and Gongzi Qianxiu was crooked and carried a bowl of hot water to feed him.

"You think a dragon can shelter you?" Bai said, "I'm afraid that the birds that grew up in the cage have long forgotten to fly. ”

Song Gongzi Qianxiu was speechless, and he was actually cried by Bai's words.

Hundreds of Luoyi guards finally arrived belatedly, shouting the slogan of "catch the assassins" outside, and then a group of Song temple nobles and Song Xiao's ten sons Jialiu under the leadership of Situ Zou Gu crowded the Luoyi School Palace.

"Fushihaku?" Zou Gu shouted, "Let go of Qianxiu, let go of Meng Lan." ”

People who don't know the identity of this handsome middle-aged man dressed in white all swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, this is the legendary number one swordsman in the world and the number one in the world, the hidden dragon is white?

Fu Bai didn't speak, just nodded kindly at Meng Lan. Song Gongzi Qian Xiu stopped his tears and said, "Bai Sheng was ordered by my father to protect me, and that assassin was injured by Bai Sheng after injuring General Long, and he has fled. ”

Fu Bai finally spoke, and he said: "The assassin was seriously injured by me, and I should be able to find out who is behind the murder by following the bloodstains. ”

Song Xiao's tenth son, Jialiu, shouted: "Come on, chase, I'll see who killed my brothers, and I want to murder the prince of the Great Song Dynasty." ”

On this night, Luoyi was brightly lit. Qian Xiu insisted on staying in the Luoyi School Palace, not only to listen to Mr. Meng's lectures, but also to have the protection of the world's No. 1 Fubai, and to stay in the fragrant Luoyi School Palace was more than a hundred times stronger than the cold Great Song Palace.