The lights were bright upstairs, and the sky was getting darker. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoThe cold wind blew, and the brass bells on the cornices rang softly.

When fireworks are still rarely lit on Chinese New Year's Eve, some elders in the family begin to invite dragons and vesta gods to bless their families with no illness and no disasters all year round.

Ruan Ciwen seemed to hear a bell ringing in the distance, which was the signal to return home. He said a lot, like a defeated rooster, counting the defeats of the year, and finally he got to the most critical point.

"The soldiers of Yumen Pass did not die at the hands of the enemy, but were defeated at the hands of their own people."

Lin Lan didn't want to get entangled with Ruan Ciwen about this matter, so he said: "The general actually knew for a long time that Dugu City was deep in the hinterland of Wanren Mountain, easy to attack and difficult to defend, so why did he have to defend it desperately? Sometimes it's wise to retreat into advance. ”

"Haha, as the teacher said, Lin Xiaoyou is extremely proficient in warfare, but he only advances and retreats, and it is not Ruan who has the final say. As early as the beginning of Ruan's tenure, he suggested to His Majesty that he abandon Dugu City and move the city pass twenty miles inside. It's a pity ......" Ruan Ciwen sneered twice, "The rotten Confucians don't understand military affairs. The country is strong, he doesn't give up an inch of land, and he does fake public and private things behind his back; The country is declining, and it is recommended to seek peace in exchange for temporary stability. At that time, the 10,000 soldiers of Yumen Pass obeyed the order of rigidity and were consumed alive! ”

"Wars are fought like silver. The treasury is empty, what to fight? ”

Ruan Ciwen seemed to appreciate Lin Lan's point of view, and said: "General Chen's stubbornness in the northwest has consumed the most prosperous twenty years of the Dajing Dynasty. It's ridiculous that I, Ruan Ciwen, have empty ambitions, and finally make a shroud for others, carrying such a big black pot! ”

"Everyone in the world knows that Chen Zhice has been in the territory for 20 years, and the accumulated achievements have been defeated by you. You can't blame anyone for success or failure. Lin Lan felt the cold wind pouring into the private room, which made him, who was originally a little drunk, suddenly wake up.

Ruan Ciwen's eyes were red, his wine glass fell to the ground, and he shouted, "That's not fair!" ”

Shunyo, who was dozing off on the side, bluffed, "Young master, are the firecrackers thrown into the house?" ”

Ruan Ciwen stared at Shunyo fiercely, and Shunyo's face turned pale with fright.

"You wait for me downstairs, and we'll be home in a moment."

"Uh-oh." Shunyo's legs trembled, and he quickly pushed the door and left.

The fireworks outside the house burst gorgeously, turning Yangzhou City into a prosperous situation with beautiful scenery and never sleeping. Lin Lan said slowly: "In this world, fairness may be late, but it will never be absent. ”

"Haha!" Ruan Ciwen lost Dugu City on the battlefield and did not have red eyes; defeated the Jade Gate Pass, and did not cry bitterly; fled back to Jiayuguan in embarrassment, losing more than 10,000 elites, without shedding a single tear, even if Chen Zhice retreated, in exchange for the silence of the peace party, to save his life, he did not shed a tear.

However, at this time, Lin Lan's words made her burst into tears.

"I've been waiting for it! Finally this day has come! Nguyen opened the window and yelled outside. However, the past was muffled by the sound of fireworks and firecrackers in the sky.

Lin Lan smiled slightly, felt the cold breeze, and said, "The story is over, can the general allow the late student to return to the house for a reunion?" ”

Ruan Ciwen was fluttering, with a posture of being reborn, and said with a smile: "Thanks to your Liangzhou words, for the Yumen Pass more than 10,000 dead soldiers, by Ruan someone, he will come to the court, and the things in the northwest can be slowly figured out." ”

Lin Lan smiled and said, "You don't have to worship, the general is about to return to Beijing, can you help Wansheng send a letter?" ”

"Haha, I heard that the Mid-Autumn Festival poetry meeting, Ning Zhiyuan personally passed on poems for you, and today Ruan someone will also be a messenger for you!"

Lin Lan took the pen and paper on the side, a few strokes, and when the wind dried the ink, he stuffed it into the envelope, thinking of such a letter, Ruan Ciwen would not be bored to peek at it, and handed it to him: "Please transfer it to Jingshi Rongguo Mansion on your behalf, Miss Lin Daiyu." ”

Ruan Ciwen smiled: "It must be delivered." ”

"Then I wish the general a new year and a new atmosphere, all wishes come true, and all the best." After saying the perfunctory words of the New Year's greetings, Lin Lan slipped away.

Ruan Ciwen took the letter, raised his eyebrows, and muttered, "It shouldn't be a very important letter." With a finger in his fingers, he pulled out the letter and glanced at it.

"When the flowers bloom, Qing Ke slowly returned. Dear, if you don't come back, my brother will go to Beijing in person! ”

Ruan Ciwen laughed and said, "It's quite domineering." It's just that this 'pro', what does it mean......"

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The night markets on the streets on Chinese New Year's Eve are closed, deserted, and everyone gathers at home to celebrate the New Year. Shun Yu cried a little with a sad face, said that he would buy firecrackers, but the firecrackers were not bought, and he was so frightened that he almost lost his soul, and Chinese New Year's Eve was so unhappy.

Lin Lan saw that the absent-minded Shun had slipped away and forked the road, so he shouted: "You two goods, you are on the wrong path!" ”

"Huh?" Slipped down and fell into a dog eating. However, my body didn't hurt so much. He touched the soft object that still had some residual warmth under his body, and at the moment when the fireworks ascended to the sky, he saw clearly what tripped him, his pupils shrank, and he exclaimed, "Ghost! ”

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Doctor Wu Xingtang adhered to the attitude of hanging the pot to help the world, and after eating the reunion dinner, he still came to the medicine hall as usual for consultation. He was just about to step into the threshold when two figures who had been waiting in the hall suddenly burst out.

"Oops, it scared the hell out of me! Chinese New Year's Eve, can you make me feel at ease. The old doctor lifted his earlobe and looked at Lin Lan with some trepidation.

"What's wrong with you?"

Lin Lan was also speechless for a while about this presbyopia, and said, "Doctor, it's not me." Can you see what he does? ”

He pointed to the man lying on the couch, putting on Lin Lan's fur, the cold on the man's face gradually faded, but he was still in a coma.

The old doctor took a pulse, gasped a breath of cold air, and hurriedly shouted inside: "Mingfeng, boil hot water!" ”

Shun slipped to the side and shouted in a loud voice, "Oh, this Chinese New Year's Eve, if there is a dead person on the stall, it is really eight lifetimes of blood mold." Master, what can I do? ”

Lin Lan frowned and said slowly, "Doctor, you should take a look at the injuries on his body first." Compared with some frostbite and erosions from frostbite, Lin Lan was more worried about letting him see goosebumps all over his body.

"And injuries?" The old doctor lifted his fur coat and saw that his gray body was covered with black, centipede-like scars.

"This ...... This is the evil thing that some brute who hurts nature and reason! The old doctor was trembling.

Lin Lan asked, "What exactly is this scar?" Why does it feel like a burn? ”

The old doctor took a silver needle and removed a little of the powder left on the scar, twisted it with his hand, and said, "This son, do you really want to listen?" ”

With palpitations, he still didn't want to tell Lin Lan about such a tragic and vicious method, for fear that such a son-in-law would not be able to stand it.