Troubled times-

The following two words made Lian Shun dare not think about it anymore, whether it was a hero, a hero, or a demon, it was not something that he dared to think about as a small deputy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Even if you barely have a point, don't you know how to compose poetry? Let's have a song. ”

Suddenly, there was a hairy child's voice on the other side of the screen, and Nie Eighteen screamed bitterly when he heard it.

That lawless little master over there is really hard to mess with.

But he doesn't know who you are here, and he asks people to compose poems when he opens his mouth, which is obviously not ordinary rudeness.

"Okay, let's do a song."

He Changying didn't think about it so much, groaned slightly, and staggered to the open window in the quiet room, facing the soldiers, servants, and passers-by waiting outside.

shouted at the top of his voice:

"There was a fire in the house,

The old man pays to open the window to buy fruit,

Say "the weather is not too cold and too hot,

Don't let it roast me. ”?

Inside the house, outside the house, everyone looked at He Changying stupidly, not knowing which play this young general was singing.

"There's a man named Chemko lying outside the house,"

Everyone looked around to see where there was a man named Hanako, who had entered General He's eyes.

But the surroundings of this restaurant have long been cleaned up, not to mention Hanako, not even a wild cat.

At this time, everyone guessed that it seemed that General He was composing poetry, right?

But this is not in vain, and it is not even a limerick!

Gritted his teeth and shouted "to death" at the north wind!

Poor outside the house and inside the house,

There is only a thin layer of paper apart. ”

In the hot pot, the fat mutton rolls up and down, the sliced roast duck skin is golden in color, crispy and tender, and the table is full of tempting delicacies, but at this moment, everyone is a little unable to eat.

Nie Eighteen, who was sitting next to him, suddenly burst into tears, and He Changying's poem couldn't help but remind him of the unbearable years before entering the palace.

"It's not good, it's not good, it's nondescript, it's not interesting."

The little master on the other side of the screen, where did he understand the sufferings of these people, and the faces of the mothers, aunts, and brothers in Beppu on his table beside him made him very unhappy, and he couldn't help but give He Changying a bad review.

"Okay, then let's have a cow ratio!"

He Changying laughed 'haha', and when he heard the vulgar word 'niubi' on the screen, he couldn't help frowning, but thinking that this General He was a martial artist, it was also in line with his identity.

"The west wind is fierce,

The geese in the sky are called frost and morning moon. ”

He Changying's only one sentence made the other side quiet again, including the hairy child, after all, he is from the royal family, and he still has basic literary literacy, and he can hear the quality of the words to some extent.

"Frost Morning Moon,

The sound of horses' hooves breaking,

The horn sounded.

Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron,

Now we are starting from scratch.

From the beginning of the more,

Mountains like the sea,

The remnant sun is like blood. ”

"Good! Such a good word, worthy of a lot of white, I wish several generals to Liaoyang to open the banner victorious, and kill the Japanese; ”

There were several men's voices from the side of the screen, and one of them said in a slightly calm voice: "It's just that there are female dependents at the table, and General He forgives one." ”

"Whew-"

A cool breeze blew through, and the room was suddenly cold.

Everyone was shocked and thought, could it be that it is really going to snow?

"It's okay, it's okay, we'll leave after eating."

He Changying made a look at Lian Shun, Xu Bangdao, and Nie Eighteen, who was wiping his tears, and made a look that should not be stayed here for a long time.

"Don't go, I still want to hear from you about how to kill the Japanese?"

At this time, a teenage child ran from the side of the screen, dressed in rich clothes, which was simply full of flowers.

"Slave-"

"Slave! Sit down for me. ”

The little hairy kid glared at Nie Eighteen viciously, and Nie Eighteen suddenly didn't dare to say anything when he thought of this master's perversity.

This kid is horizontal enough, but it's okay, otherwise it's a question of whether to kneel or not.

He Changying suddenly felt bored, and he was bumping around with a pig's tail all day long, this Jinjing, he really didn't want to stay for a day.

"You want to hear me tell you,-"

He Changying casually threw his revolver on the table, startling Nie Eighteen and them.

"I don't ask you to have the ability to kill the Japanese people, you have the ability to last this pistol, and put down a hundred-pound boar, so that you are worthy of listening to me tell you."

After pretending to be forced, He Changying walked away.

"Haha-"

The little hairy kid in the room, his eyes lit up as he looked at the pistol on the table that shone with an industrial metallic luster, and he didn't remember anything, so he grabbed the pistol and laughed wildly.

"Little master, slow down, be careful-"

"Bang!"

The hairy kid had played with the guard's empty gun in private before, but at this time, he was extremely sophisticated and sloppy and fired a shot into the sky, but his face suddenly changed.

The huge recoil of the black powder slammed his wrist into the table, and the pistol in his hand had already flown out of his palm.

"Ahh

Chickens and dogs jumped in the room.

"Whew-"

He Changying walked out of the restaurant, the cold wind outside became more violent, and large black clouds came from the northern desert.

In the afternoon of the same day, the whole Zhili, Ludong, Shanxi, and Rehe areas had heavy snowfall.

And He Changying's limerick poem was also quickly sung in the Tianjin and Beijing areas.

This poem is clear at a glance when you first read the vernacular, but when you read it again, it has a unique charm.

Then read it again in the face of the vast snow, which is secretly terrifying.

The meaning of the poem is simple and straightforward, easy to understand, but it seems to contain a kind of magic, an emotion that makes people indescribable and unclear, which makes people think deeply.

-- Poor outside the house and inside the house,

There is only a thin layer of paper apart.

A layer of tissue paper!

Tissue!

It's broken with a stab.

What He Changying didn't expect now was that this poem would spread throughout the cold North China this winter.

In the midst of the snow, countless beggars, desperate outcasts, destitute and destitute people,-

Many of them don't know "The Scream", they don't know that the Qing Dynasty is fighting with the Japanese army, and they don't know what elegant and majestic "Qinyuan Spring and Snow".

But they all knew it, and they were hooked on it.

In the face of the raging wind and snow, they shouted angrily: "There is only a thin layer of paper apart; Just the damn it, just a layer of tissue paper! ”

And in some villages in Ludong, those senior brothers and second senior brothers also kept repeating this poem when they performed the unique trick of spitting clouds and spitting fire.

"The township party is just a layer of tissue paper! This is what General He, the heavenly killer star, said, he killed the Japanese devils in the northeast to a sea of corpses and blood, so it can be said wrong. ”

If the prince and general Xiangning have a kind of thing, it is a distant memory.

Waiting for the noble and low, the land is free of grain, which is also a long-standing legend.

Then, all are average, everywhere is uneven, and no one is not full of warmth. People in the world have fields, people in the world plough together, etc.

It still remains in the hearts of many people, occasionally falling asleep.

This poem, in this cold winter, has an incredible fermentation and resonance.

The whole of North China, this powder keg that has been silent for a long time, under the alternation of this snow and this poem.

Slowly begin to show signs of confusion.

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That night, He Changying and his entourage stayed in a renovated post house thirty miles away from the capital, while Nie Eighteen braved the wind and snow and rushed back to the capital overnight.

The emperor is still waiting for his letter in the Palace of Raising Hearts.