In the late autumn of the second year of Shenwu, it was very cold.

The conversation that took place in this nameless palace in Hangzhou ended up with no task to know the outcome, everything was as usual, and what should have happened was still happening. originally thought that the war was about to start, because the new dynasty general Liu Shifang "fled in fear of battle", and finally came to an end, Fang Lin, who was sticking to the riverbank, was able to breathe, and looked at Hangzhou City again......

Although there was some news circulating outside the matter of the death of the Qin Wangfu, it did not cause any panic, but it was just a few sighs and words.

The entire Hangzhou court also looks warm and warm.

In the General's Mansion, Wang Ning handed over the song to get the royal approval, and he was relieved of the title of senior scholar of the palace, and he was still allowed to continue to do it by the Zhiwei Academy. Speaking of which, this farce has lasted for more than half a year, and he is used to it!

Mu Qingqing has been busy recently, and she has been in charge of Hangzhou's city defense. In fact, since the day he entered the city, almost every day he was staging the scene of killing and being killed, among which even Mu Qingqing himself did not know which side he was playing.

The marriage of the General's Mansion has been postponed indefinitely, and now, maybe no one wants it so much, and the two parties are happy that no one mentions it, and they are busy.

Wang Ning's legs and feet are inconvenient, maybe out of guilt, Qin Haoran has become his follower recently, and Qin Haoran does it for him if there is anything basic on weekdays, and Mingyue, the maid who has been staying by her side, has been worried about it recently, and she doesn't care much about taking care of people.

Time passed, and everything changed in its own way. Although the war is suppressed for the time being, anyone with a discerning eye knows that it will not be too long before the next battle starts.

On November 21 of the second year of Shenwu, it was already winter. Outside Hangzhou, it is known as a academy, and in the small courtyard belonging to the mountain chief, Wen Yanbo took an ancient book and read it very seriously, as for not noticing that there were snowflakes falling, no one walked in from the wind and snow.

The person who came was very young, a Confucian robe had been washed and white, but it was very clean and tidy, and the young Confucian stood at the door, his face could not hide the sadness. Confucian looked at Wen Yanbo and was silent for a long time.

Maybe the wind and snow were getting colder, Wen Yanbo coughed, raised his head, and noticed the Confucian at the door, the old man's eyes wandered, sorrow and joy were intertwined, and then he was indifferent.

The old man got up, put down the ancient book in his hand, and walked towards the door, the young Confucian wanted to step forward to help, but he still endured.

"Teacher." The Confucian scholar bowed respectfully.

Wen Yanbo didn't say anything, his steps stopped, and then sighed: "Since you're gone, why bother coming back!" ”

The young Confucian raised his head slowly and responded, "The teacher is still here, so how can the student come back." ”

Wen Yanbo shook his head: "Since taking over this mountain chief, the old man has nothing to do with you, and if you come to see me, you will only mislead your future......

Confucian students heard the meaning of the teacher's words and did not feel sad: "The teacher's grace of teaching, students dare not forget, and they cannot forget it...... Moreover, the students knew that the teacher was doing this to preserve some reading seeds, and the situation at that time, the teacher's choice was right, and even now, the students still think so......"

Wen Yanbo smiled sadly: "Since you can come here, there must be some news from the north......" Speaking of this, Wen Yanbo did not show any curiosity, but advised: "The old man is dead, the world always needs you young people to support it, you must be careful, put yourself in danger, now that you come to see me, the affection is enough...... The old man only hopes that no matter when and where, what you do is worthy of your heart......"

Confucius bowed down and wanted to make a final effort, but saw that Wen Yanbo had already turned around and went back to the house.

The wind rolled out of the courtyard, turning over the ancient books on the small stone table, and then the snow flakes fell from the sky, and the chaotic pages fell silent.

The Confucian student turned around, and his free and easy meaning seemed to have let go of this teacher-student relationship.

In the room, Wen Yanbo's waiter didn't know why, seeing that Wen Yanbo was stunned, he said, "Sir, Senior Brother Xu has changed......

Wen Yanbo came back to his senses and smiled: "Just follow the trend......"

The waiter was puzzled, seeing that Wen Yanbo was not very interested, and he didn't mean to ask any more.

When Qin Haoran pushed Wang Ning over, it was already night, and the courtyard was already covered with a layer of snow, which made the night much brighter.

Wen Yanbo didn't know that Wang Ning would come over, so he was inevitably a little curious. In the house, a charcoal fire has been prepared, it is much warmer than outside, Wang Ning found an open space to fix the wheelchair, Qin Haoran found him a blanket to cover his legs, and after doing all this, Wen Yanbo on the opposite side had already opened his mouth impatiently: "Boy, are you here to be a lobbyist?" As he spoke, he didn't forget to glance at Wang Ning.

Wang Ning smiled kindly, with a bit of flattery: "I really can't hide anything from Mr. ......"

"Humph......"

Wang Ning stretched out his hand and roasted it, and then he came to his mouth and blew a few sips, feeling warm, and then said: "Mr. prestige, of course they have to rely on it...... The younger generation thinks that if Mr. wants to stay out of the matter, it may not be realistic...... People like Mr. don't get it, and they certainly won't be happy with others getting it......"

"It's a big deal, they killed the old man!"

Wang Ning nodded: "There is indeed no better way than this, but no one dares to do this, they killed one when they entered the city before, and then they had to kill a bunch of them, they will not let this mistake at this time...... The juniors are just worried that when they are defeated, Mr. Dui will make a move, and they will break the jar, but Mr. will take his life in vain......"

Wen Yanbo looked at Wang Ning with a solemn look in his eyes, and asked, "Which side of the lobbyist are you kid?" ”

Wang Ning sighed, "Of course, it's actually on my side...... Previously, when they were playing chess with Qin Lao and Du Lao in Jiangning, the two old men mentioned a lot about the kid, but they didn't really think about doing anything at that time, although they kept those words in their hearts, they didn't think much about it...... In Hangzhou, when I met the old man, I had a lot of guidance on weekdays, and the kid understood it in his heart, so he also wanted to do something! ”

"Old Wen, don't find anything to prevaricate me with the words of the full name, the kid came over today, if Old Wen agrees, of course it's good, if you don't agree, the kid can only offend ......"

"Hmph, do you still want to tie up the old man?"

Wang Ning shook his head: "Don't dare." Wen Lao, Master Su has gone! ”

Wen Yanbo's pupils shrank and he stood up: "What?" ”

Wang Ning repeated: "After Master Su retreated to the southwest, he got sick and went to ...... half a month ago When I sent someone to find him, I mentioned Elder Wen, so this letter was given to you by Master Su......"

Wang Ning took out the letter as she spoke, and handed it over: "Today, people like you can't sacrifice meaninglessly......

So today we started the lower part!

Then, I, who don't have a holiday on National Day, will start tonight!

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(End of chapter)