"The iron horse autumn wind in the north of Hebei, the apricot blossom spring rain in the south of the river. Brother Yan, I don't know which is better or worse between the scenery of the north and the south? Sitting in Room 8 of the Sihua Inn, Song Zheng asked Wan Yan Yusheng with a smile. After returning from the secret room of the Imperial City, Song Zheng knocked on the door of Yan Yusheng's house, and the time was already on time at night.

In the room, the "rain guard" among the four guards stood quietly on the side close to Wan Yan Yusheng, his face was calm, and he did not squint. However, a simple gesture of Song Zheng will attract his attention.

Song Zheng frowned. It seems that last night's movement aroused their vigilance enough, and one of the four guards would follow Wan Yan Yusheng at all times.

Regarding Song Zheng's question, Wan Yan Yusheng said with a smile, "The vast grasslands of the north, the vast desert, like a strong man, although the lines are rough, but full of strength and beauty. The small bridge in the south flows, and the flowers bloom in all seasons, just like a twenty-eight girl, charming and affectionate. The scenery of the north and south is different, and it is the spring and autumn fruits, each good at winning. ”

Song Zheng turned his head and asked with a smile, "Brother Yu, what do you think?" ”

Yuwei was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth and did not speak.

Wanyan Yusheng was also stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what Song Zheng meant, and said to Yuwei, "You go back to the room first, and I'll talk to Xiaolang about poetry for a while." ”

Yuwei hesitated a little, and Yan Yusheng's face turned cold, "What?" And let me send you back? ”

Yuwei hurriedly arched his hand and withdrew. Before going out, he glanced at Song Zheng again, with a warning in his eyes. Song Zheng didn't realize it, and used the tea lid to drive away the tea leaves floating on the tea water, and took a sip leisurely, as if he was tasting the fragrance of tea.

After Yuwei withdrew, Song Zheng continued, "The scenery of the north and the south, the literati and writers have left many poems. However, I prefer heroic poetry to all graceful winds. Brother Yan has a deep knowledge of poetry, I don't know how he feels about Biansai's poetry? ”

"Sideshow?" Wan Yan Yusheng relieved his mind, "Biansai's poems are naturally famous, 'The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river', 'Suddenly like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.'" Such good sentences are evocative. ”

"Wang Wei and Cen Shen are the best among them. However, I disagree with Biansai's poetry. Song Zheng drank tea leisurely, but his words were amazing.

"Oh? Why did Xiaolang say this? ”

"Plug and stop, there is war before there is stopper. Whether it is the northerners invading the Central Plains in the south, or the southerners expanding their territory in the north, there is blood behind it, and how many people have died because of it. It will be a success, and ten thousand bones will wither. Since ancient times, the Dog Rong, the Xiongnu, and the Uighurs have all moved south, Yan Ran Le Shi, Luo Tong swept the north, and the southerners also took the task of driving out the Tartars and expanding the territory. For thousands of years, it has been a temporary victory or defeat, but it is difficult to distinguish between them. So many lives have been sacrificed in vain. This is still the case today, the southerners cannot appreciate the grassland scenery, and the northerners are difficult to get a glimpse of the beautiful scenery of the small bridge and flowing water. ”

"Yes," Wan Yan Yusheng's heart moved, "the northerners look at the south, like fat lambs." The southerners look at the north, and they are like barbarians. After thousands of years of war, the so-called great achievements are really like dung. ”

"'Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like a person in a spring boudoir dream.'" The famous sentence of the ages was slowly spoken, and Song Zheng's face was sad, but his eyes kept looking at Wan Yan Yusheng.

Wanyan Yusheng's face was full of sadness, not like a fake. All those who have attainments in poetry are all people with keen senses. After some discussion, Song Zheng also understood Yan Yusheng's intentions.

Song Zheng took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Listening to the Three Kingdoms shedding tears, worry about the ancients." Brother Yan, you and I are both in love! ”

Wanyan Yusheng smiled bitterly, "It's not about appearance, it's not about worrying about the ancients, it's just worrying about today's people." ”

"Yes, the world has been peaceful for a long time, and the north and south can be regarded as living and working in peace and contentment. Now that the beacon fire is about to rise again, the people are afraid that they will be attacked again, but you and I can't do anything, it's a pity! ”

Wan Yan Yusheng glanced at Song Zheng, but saw that Song Zheng was looking at him sincerely, his eyes were scorching, as bright as a star.

Wanyan Yusheng took a breath, stared at Song Zheng and asked, "What does Xiao Lang think of the people of Dajin?" ”

"Hu and Han are one, and the north and south are one. Heaven and earth give birth to man, what are the advantages and disadvantages? Song Zheng's answer was extremely swift.

Wan Yan Yusheng looked at Song Zheng in surprise, and only said after a while, "Dajin started from Baishan and Heishui, destroyed Liao in the east, invaded Song in the south, and fought bloody battles with Daqi for several years. Doesn't Xiaolang have this ambition? ”

Song Zheng laughed and immediately stood up, "Ru An knows the ambition of the little brother!" The younger brother just wants to take three or two beautiful relatives and wander among the green mountains and green waters. Whether it is the ice field in the far north or the end of the world in the far south, the little brother just wants to swim all over the mountains and rivers of China. Brother Yan also said that opening up the territory and expanding the territory is a trip to the dung! ”

Wanyan Yusheng looked at Song Zheng who was standing in a daze, and replied for a long time, "Xiaolang is really a strange person!" ”

Song Zheng came to the desk, picked up the brush, and began to write from the dragon and snake, "Farewell to the apes." Only a few stones have been grinded, childhood. The flame in the copper and iron furnace turned over, in order to ask when to guess? …… After stealing the reputation of Zhuang Zhuang Liuliu, King Chen rose up and waved Huang Yue. The song is unfinished, Dongfang White. ”

A piece of Mao Taizu's "He Bridegroom Reading History" was quickly displayed in wild cursive handwriting.

When Song Zheng's last stroke was completed, Wan Yan Yusheng, who was watching from the side, snatched it up, his eyes kept moving with the words, and immediately shouted, "Good words!" Good word! Not enough, he exclaimed, "What a word!" Brilliant word! ”

Song Zheng took advantage of the time when he was reading the words, and drew them with a brush on the side. When Yan Yusheng moved his gaze to Song Zheng's pen again, he saw a painting. In the painting, there are three floors that are integrated into one floor, and between the floors, a circular hole appears in each of them. This round hole is located under the bed. On the top bed, there was no one, but several sharp arrows were shooting at it all around. A figure is burrowing into a hole.

Around this painting, there are scattered portraits. It seemed vague, but the blades in their hands were very clear.

Song Zheng put his index finger on his mouth, signaled Yan Yusheng to stop speaking, and then pointed to the outside of the door and everywhere up and down, and then continued, "Brother Yan, what do you think?" ”

Wan Yan Yusheng didn't answer, looked at the words in his hand and Song Zheng's painting again, and raised his head. The corners of Song Zheng's mouth were curled, and the smile in his eyes seemed to be nothing.

After a while, Wan Yan Yusheng made a decision and nodded, "Okay!" Very good! ”

"If Brother Yan thinks this word is acceptable, the younger brother will give it to you! It's just a momentary pen, and the writing is not good, so when I write it again, this scrapped one will be burned. After speaking, Song Zheng took the words in Yan Yusheng's hand, burned them on the candle along with the painting.

After the two pieces of paper turned into ashes, Song Zheng wrote "He Bridegroom Reading History" again, inscribed with the words "Book for Brother Yan". The newly written words are still fluent, but they are grassy, and they are a little more regular than the original.

After finishing the business, Song Zheng didn't stay long, and after a few words, he said a few words and left.

As soon as he opened the door, Song Zheng almost collided with Wanyan Yuse. Wanyan Yuse smiled, "You stinky guy, you came to chat with your brother, but you didn't call me!" You're done talking so quickly? ”

Song Zheng said with a smile, "I discussed poetry and poetry with Brother Yan, and I came here with excitement and returned with all my interest." Miss Yan shouldn't be interested in this, right? ”

Wanyan Yusheng behind him said, "Xiaolang is more than a big competition today, and now he is tired." Zise, it's not early, go back to your room and rest! ”

After Yan Yuse muttered, he made a grimace at Song Zheng again, turned around and returned to the room.

Song Zhengchong, who was also standing at the door, arched his hand and went downstairs to room No. 9.

Ming'er, who was waiting in the room, saw Song Zheng come in, and quickly stood up, her face full of joy. Song Zheng touched her hair affectionately, and Ming'er's face turned red all of a sudden, shaking twice, but she didn't dodge.

In a courtyard a mile away from the Sihua Inn, Huang Song sat in the main hall, his body slightly bent and his face calm. Jiao Da and Mu Yu stood behind him, their heads bowed, silent.

In front of Huang Song, there were three people sitting. The two are covered and of medium stature, but extremely well-proportioned. The other was tall, with a gloomy face, and short hair that was slightly curly. He sniffed the tea cup on the coffee table next to him, and his lips were raised, but he didn't drink it.

"What objection does Mr. Tuma have to say about what we are discussing?" Huang Song asked softly.

The gloomy-faced man smiled, "Since everyone is doing it together, you should meet calmly, these two guys are still covering their faces, I doubt your sincerity!" Don't try to do anything in the back! ”

Huang Song said coldly, "Since I have come forward, it is enough to show our sincerity." As for these two masked men, they involve the secrets of our Great Qi, and they must not be seen in their true faces. ”

Tuma grinned again, "You are the son of the prime minister, and your sincerity is enough." However, the strategy you just mentioned is not enough. ”

"Oh," Huang Song laughed, "Could it be that you still have a clever plan?" ”

"You want to set fire to the stables and transfer the people who guard the Four Transformations Inn, and the plan is naturally good. However, now that there are a lot of people in the Imperial City Division, if only a part of them is diverted, the rest of the people will not be so easy to deal with. There are only six masters on your side who can be dispatched, and there are also six people on my side, including me. With the strength of these twelve people, can we slaughter that kid very smoothly? ”

One of the masked men said, "Could it be that Mr. Touma is not very confident in his kung fu?" ”

"Fart!" Tuma was not polite because the other party was Long Wei, "My sons and daughters of Dajin are all ten with one, how can you compare?" ”

The masked man said coldly, "You have to be careful when you speak, don't cause trouble for yourself, otherwise you may be dead on the streets one day!" ”

Tuma's eyes widened instantly, and he stood up, as did the masked man. Huang Song hurriedly said, "Mr. Tuma, since the two sides are cooperating, you should speak more politely." If you are confident that you can do great things on your own, we are optimistic that you can do it. ”

Tuma glanced around the field fiercely, sat down in a muffled voice, and said after a while, "It's not enough to burn a stable, it's best to set fire to the courtyards around the Sihua Inn." Tune in some more Dark Eagle people to make trouble. There are 12 of us, and we can go straight to the goal! (A little later, hehe, before ten o'clock in the evening for the next chapter.) ）