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In the sound of firecrackers from children, the New Year is getting closer. Lin Mansion came to a lot of distant relatives. Lin Ruhai doesn't have any brothers, so Lin Lan naturally doesn't have any cousins, but Lin Ruhai has a few cousins and some distant uncles.

The Lin family was also a noble family back then, and the battle during the New Year was not small. Some people with imclean hands and feet are unable to touch the sacrificial vessels, so as not to displease the ancestral gods and ruin the luck of the next year.

The New Year's things have to be prepared for a few days, and the housekeeper of the house led the subordinates to clean the inside and outside of the house. It is an unchanging custom to remove the old and welcome the new.

Lin Ruhai got together with several cousins and wrote the Spring Festival couplets with great interest, and when he saw Lin Lan coming out of the house, his face immediately changed, and he said, "You come with me." ”

The faces of several Lin Lan's cousins changed slightly, and they didn't know what was wrong with Lin Ruhai.

The hereditary title of the Lin family has been dispersed in the previous generation, and everything that Lin Ruhai has now is obtained by his own ability, and in front of many Lin branches, he looks like a patriarch.

"Oh." Lin Lan yawned and walked into the study with her father, smelling a trace of bad smell.

Lin Ruhai stepped into the study and said, "Close the door." ”

"Yes."

The door was slowly closed by Lin Lan, and Lin Lan looked up at Lin Ruhai's face, probably because of the Liangzhou poem.

"Do you know what good things you've done?"

Lin Lan stood in front of Lin Ruhai and said slowly: "Mr. Lan'er has already criticized Lan'er last night. This is true, not Lan'er's original intention. The academy was let by you and your eldest father, and the poem written by Master Chen of the academy that day, and the children didn't know how, it was spread. ”

"You!" Lin Ruhai shook his head and sighed, he didn't know what to say about Lin Lan. Someone is fueling this matter, and it doesn't make sense that it's all to blame on Lin Lan.

He sat on the chair for a long time, and said slowly: "This Liangzhou poem of yours is very likely to kill 100,000 soldiers in the northwest, you know?" ”

Lin Lan was taken aback, a poem killed 100,000? Do you have such a great ability?

Lin Ruhai saw the disbelief on Lin Lan's face, and said seriously: "You must have heard of the war in the northwest, these things should not have been with you, but now that you have been dragged into the water, my father hopes that you can understand that this troubled water is not so easy to flow." ”

"Lan'er would like to hear about it."

Lin Ruhai said: "At the beginning, because of the battle of Yumen Pass, the Holy Dragon Yan was furious, deposed many fighters, demoted to Liudu, and gave them idleness. Now that the old general Chen Zhice is swaggering with your poems, do you know what it means? ”

"Make a comeback, get back on your feet."

"That's right. The saint was also an ambitious saint back then, but once he was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope, and in the battle of Yumen Pass, Dajing injured his bones, do you understand? ”

Lin Lan asked, "Dad is so sure that the Holy Lord will definitely restart the main battle?" ”

"At least it will be shaken! For so many years, the stability of the Northwest has saved a lot of national money, do you know how much money has been saved every year? If the war resumes, the people will be injured and the money will be lost, and those horsemen only know how to make meritorious contributions, where can they understand the hardships of these people's livelihoods! ”

Lin Lan was silent, he had never thought of participating in politics, but one thing was clear, that is, the territory of the country was indispensable at all. It is the duty of the sons of the country to regain the lost territory.

Once the Lord is at peace, he will be one level lower than the Northwest barbarians in terms of momentum, and it will become nonsense to regain the lost territory.

Lin Ruhai saw Lin Lan stunned, so he said, "Lan'er, don't think about anything now. Prepare well for the county exam, and the rest of these big truths, Dad just talks to you, so that you can understand that you should not be so stupid as to be taken advantage of, and you want to make contributions and fight on the battlefield, which is unrealistic. ”

"Got it." Lin Lan saluted and exited the study.

In the study, Lin Ruhai's eyes lit up, and he muttered, "I have to talk to those individuals." ”

A few uncles were drinking tea, and when they saw Lin Lan walking out, they waved and smiled: "Ah Lan, come and write a couplet." ”

The sound of firecrackers outside the door came and went, and Lin Lan seemed to have a kind of time and space disorder, and he only felt that the laughter of a few uncles had an aftermath in his ears.

He remembered Wang Anshi's "Yuan Ri", the feeling of firecrackers in addition to the old year, new peaches for old charms, so he wrote with a pen: "Firecrackers two or three times the world changes the year, and plum blossoms are four or five o'clock in the world in spring." ”

He looked at the northwest from afar and sighed in his heart: When will the northwest be able to meet in spring?

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In Jinling City, Wang Yan angrily broke into Chen Zhice's mansion.

"Yan Gong came just in time, sit down and have some food?"

Wang Yan was in no mood to eat, squinted his eyes, and said, "Why do you do this?" Reckless! Piff! ”

Chen Zhice was not angry, and said calmly: "Yan Gong is angry. ”

"How can I calm my anger? I told you long ago that the time was not ripe and that there was no showdown. He is a trump card for me to enter the country's finances, and you are now beating the phoenix into a chicken! ”

"Princess Avon has returned to Beijing." Chen Zhice sighed.

"What?" Wang Yan was stunned.

Chen Zhice sighed and said: "The princess has not only returned to Beijing, but also recovered from a strange illness, and the marriage has been put on the agenda, there is no way, the time left for us is urgent, and the old man can only fire the first shot!" ”

"If you want to shoot a cannon, you will fight yours, and you will fight in your own name, why use his?"

"If I want to have Lin Lan's poetic talent, I will say that I wrote it. Unfortunately, who believes? "Water Tune Song Head" is in front, and many "Liangzhou Ci" are not painful, right? ”

Wang Yan looked like he was going to eat people, and said: "There are many factions and henchmen in the imperial court, and a poem is a clear ambition, if he is suspicious, how can his imperial examination go smoothly?" How can you get into key positions? ”

Chen Zhice said: "Poetry is a small problem, once he has a better work, the popularity of "Liangzhou Ci" will dissipate. Besides, Jinling is a person who has no ambitions, how can this word be transmitted to Jingshi, even if it is passed on, it is not as famous as the song "Water Tune Song Head". Those who know "Liangzhou Ci", which one does not have the ambition of the northwest, and which one does not have the pain of Yumen? ”

"It's hypocritical now, I'm still worried."

"Yan Gong put 10,000 hearts. The young chicks are fledgling and can't get into the eyes of the big guys. Besides, he is Lin Ruhai's son, and you and I should know how much the Jia family has. ”

Wang Yan sat down and took a sip of tea quietly. If it's someone else, it's okay to be a chess piece, the reason why he's so anxious, there is a layer of relationship, that kid, but his own grandson!

He took a sip of tea and said slowly, "I'm still a little uneasy." ”

Chen Zhice said very indifferently: "Compared with Lin Lan, the people in Beijing are more worried about another person who has a headache right now. ”

"Who?"

"Nguyen Ci Vong."

Wang Yan was shocked, "He went back to Beijing?" ”

"I haven't returned yet, but the will of God has come down. I'm a student, I really want to give him a slap in the face, kick him in the ass a few times, and then have a good time with him. ”

"You're schizophrenic." Wang Yan got up and left, the New Year was approaching, and the uneasy atmosphere made him have no time to care about this festive atmosphere. Although he was born in the Wang family, he has been alone for many years, and he doesn't know how many years he has passed alone?