After the thunderbolt, Li Ruyu wilted for a while.

Aunt Zhou's chickens and ducks were about to rebel against the heavens, and the old sow was also humming and chirping that it was about to come into estrus, so she had to go back to pick it up, leaving Xiao Xiao to accompany Li Ruyu and the master.

Li Ruyu had some abdominal pain and went to the toilet in the backyard.

Xiaoxiao picked up the scrap of paper that the master threw aside at random, looked at half of the word "Lan", innocent and innocent, and blurted out, "Master, the four characters of the Lanting Collection Preface written by Brother Yu earlier are really amazing, your words are compared to him, shit!" ”

What a person Li Fuzi is.

The arrogance is still there, and recently it has been arrogant again.

was so reprimanded by the closed disciples, how could he save face?

Suddenly a madness sprouted, and he said angrily: "Then you haven't seen my master's true works!" ”

Left-handed words don't count.

Where did Xiaoxiao know the truth, he tilted his head when he heard the words, a little disdainful, "Cut, how true can it be." ”

If it were in the past, Xiaoxiao would probably be full of yearning for the master's true deeds, but if you have seen Huangshan, will you still have any expectations for the nameless hill in your hometown?

So it is with little pee.

Of course, the gap between Master and Wang Xizhi is not so big.

A few days ago, Li Ruyu killed Sun Widower, and the master let the little stick come, if Li Ruyu is defeated, he will hold the stick like a sword.

Today's master is finally no longer the cool master who walks on cold ice and is afraid of thunder in the clear sky.

Li Qinglian of the Tang Dynasty gradually recovered.

Although it is a joke, the master is not a narrow-minded person, but the small words are still like a sword poking at his heart, and his calligraphy attainments are indeed inferior to Wang Xizhi, but he will not be so unbearable as shit as he falls.

Raised eyebrows and laughed wildly, with fluttering sleeves, "I'll let you see it!" ”

The little eyes lit up.

I don't know how thick the sky is, I helped to get the paper, pen, ink, and inkstone for the master to grind the ink, less than half a moment, and the ink is good.

The master holds the pen, splashes ink, and the pen on the snow-white paper walks the dragon and snake.

Coherent.

Four words, Lanting set preface.

Suddenly a frightened voice next to him: "Master?!" ”

Li Fuzi looked at Li Ruyu, "Huh? ”

The two of them looked at the roof at the same time, thinking that there would be a clear sky and a dull thunder, or a direct thunderbolt.

The master splashes ink and holds a pen in his right hand.

However......

Heaven and earth are quiet.

Li Ruyu breathed a sigh of relief.

The master had mixed emotions and embarrassment, but more of them were hit, and said something that Li Ruyu understood a little confused, "This is embarrassing, so you can also make a few thunderous noises!" ”

The master looked depressed, feeling that his calligraphy was not worth being shocked in a cold world.

Xiaoxiao looked at the paper at this time, her eyebrows were like the moon, and she made up the knife mercilessly, "Yo, Master's handwriting is really good, but ah, it's still far from what Brother Yu wrote...... Well, it's probably the gap between me and the master. ”

Li Fuzi almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of old blood.

Zhou Xiaoxiao, you did it on purpose - when did this girl scare people so cruelly, I think you should be Zhou Xiaodao!

But looking at the admiration of Li Ruyu in his little eyes, I felt better.

In her eyes, Li Ruyu has achieved a little bit of success, which is obviously better than herself, and in the eyes of her lover, even if she farts are fragrant...... This bowl of euphemistic dog food makes people feel unpleasant.

Of course, what the master cared about most was why there was no thunder.

My Li Qinglian's words, is it really so unbearable?

Defy!

Unconvinced with a capital letter!

But as soon as he remembered that he was a scholar of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Master Li was very depressed, and he had to accept it if he didn't accept it......

waved his hand and said unhappily: "Ruyu splits the stick!" ”

Xiao Xiao said angrily: "Master, you are a personal vendetta of the communiqué!" ”

The master laughed, with a look of what you can do to me, "Don't make noise." Stuffed the pen into her hand, "Practice calligraphy, a thousand words before dark, and you are not allowed to eat if you can't finish writing." ”

Walking away with his hands behind his back, just walking, he couldn't help but look up at the sky and spit out something that didn't match his identity as a reader, "Stupid thing!" ”

Why not thunder?

I have been practicing left-handed characters stupidly for ten years, and I am extremely sad......

……

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The next morning, there was black frost and a great cold.

Zhao Changyi got up leisurely, washed, and then found rice to boil porridge and boiled two eggs - Sun Widower's house has a lot of grain storage, so he doesn't have to worry about it these days.

Besides, he is not one of those plastered children who come to the clothes and reach out for food to open their mouths.

In the early years, after the only slave died of illness, he was not too good at cooking and laundry.

Ate breakfast and went out.

Breathe in the cool air and feel refreshed.

Slowly came to the east entrance of the village, and saw Murong Tianhe and Huo Changyang, the old men, sitting next to each other from a distance, the most beautiful but the sunset red, the love in the world is about the same, just like the pair of old people who quietly stuffed themselves with candy back then.

Zhao Changyi's heart warmed slightly.

Thinking of that thorny childhood little Lori, I couldn't help but laugh.

Decades from now, you and I should be the same.

Hand in hand for a total of white heads.

Approaching, Zhao Changyi just wanted to speak, then froze, and then smiled bitterly.

Why bother?

Murong Tianhe took Huo Changyang's hand, and Huo Changyang leaned on his shoulder.

Both of them were dressed in new clothes, and the frost hair that had been neatly combed had been messy, and there was a lot of moisture in the night, and the fine Xiaoice that had condensed under the frost reflected the bright sky and shone with crystal brilliance.

A head full of crystals is like a crown.

It reminds people of the Great Yan Monarch and Empress who have been annihilated in the years.

The faces of the two were purple and blue, the corners of their lips were black and bloody, but their expressions were peaceful, as if they had just fallen asleep.

He has been dead for a long time.

Zhao Changyi stood there, as if he had seen the death of the old man back then.

Those humble years, and Zhao Changyi, who grew up alive and humblely, are also slowly moving away, and I don't know how many years later, they will be completely forgotten?

I opened my mouth, but I didn't say anything, and sighed deeply, why bother, why bother.

I have killed Zhu Qi, but you are holding hands and watching the sunset slowly die.

What's the point of me killing Zhu Qi?

All that's left is to give the minister a favor......

Zhao Changyi sighed, took out a chair from the room, sat next to the two old men, dragged Huo Changyang's clothes, and said in a rambling voice, Actually, I also understand, death is the same thing, who has no death in life?

But there are some things that you have to do before you die, no matter how desolate and tragic or small and humble your death is, it has to be meaningful, right?

Zhao Changyi babbled for a long time.

It's all about things in the capital.

This time it was he who said that the two old men did not say or hear.

I don't know how long it took before Zhao Changyi got up in a daze.

No old man wants to hear his own noise.

Zhao Changyi looked up at the sky.

Close your eyes.

muttered, "Dead?" ”

After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked at the blue sky, and there was a fire in his eyes.

The flame of the lust for power.

From now on, Zhao Changyi will have no softness in his heart.

found a few people, although everyone could see at a glance that the two old men were poisoned to death, but no one suspected that it was Zhao Changyi's poisonous hands, and he sent someone to arrest the untouchables, why do they need so many twists and turns.

It's just that after learning the news of the death of the second bastard, the two old men lost their children and swallowed poison in their lives.

In the place with the mountains and rivers back, the graves were dug for the two old people, but fortunately, the old people all had longevity clothes and longevity, and there were no relatives in front of them, so they were buried in the soil on the same day.

After watching Zhao Changyi busy with the funeral, the villagers had a more or less good impression of this poor man.

Young people who are filial to the elderly will not have too bad character.

The last pinch of loess was covered, and a monument was symbolically erected with stones, and the smoke dissipated, and everything returned to dust.

This is the end of the last tragic song of the Dayan Dynasty.

There is no more Murong in the world.