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The turmoil outside Hangzhou has intensified, which has affected the safety of the Jiangnan area. Chen Zhongqing occasionally played chess with Zhang Xun in the tea shop, but from the conversations of the surrounding scholars, he vaguely sensed that the crisis was further escalating. Zhang Xun put the white son in his hand in Tianyuan's position, raised his head and looked at the fine willows by the river, still stretching lightly, disapproving.

The thousand sorrows that came to my heart finally just turned into a sigh, rubbing the chess pieces in my hand with two fingers and sighing, all of them are almost more than one hundred and a half years old, living in seclusion in Hangzhou for most of their lives, but they didn't expect to encounter such a disaster in the end, retreating from the temple is Mingzhe to protect his life, but this rebellion of the displaced people is the end of natural disasters and man-made disasters.

"Hey, I'm afraid these two Zhejiang roads are going to change. Rumors spread in the city every few days, saying that the thieves entered the city to slaughter all the old and young, Zhongqing, listen to the old man's advice. Now you can still go back to Bianliang as soon as possible. It's too late. The old man is too old to have a bad leg and feet, otherwise he would have packed up and run away, so it would be your turn to play chess with me here. ”

After speaking, he glanced at the weeping willows swaying by the river, and several literati and scholars walked over from the shore talking and laughing, as if discussing which fireworks alley he was going to tonight to have fun.

"Across the river, I still sing the flowers in the backyard."

Zhang Xun pursed his lips dissatisfied, in Chen Zhongqing's eyes, standing by the Miluo River is a great poet Qu Yuan who worries about the country and the people.

Chen Zhongqing took a sip of tea, raised his head and pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Could it be that Elder Zhang thinks that thieves can break the city?" ”

"I don't know if the thieves can break the city, but whether these wastes can hold Hangzhou is still a big problem, and Bianliang is also watching every move here. Otherwise, the activities of the Cardinal Division would not have become more frequent, but ...... The news of the defeat in the south of the Liangzhejiang Road has reached Hangzhou City, but unfortunately it is also the division of the north and the south. ”

"Factional warfare."

Chen Zhongqing said that these thousands of years of struggle have been endless, and the imperial court has no faction of all kinds of strange things, only to blame Huaijinnan for making a mistake in wishful thinking, thinking that the southern faction's family can accept it all if he runs out, but it is a pity that the thieves are better than him, and the reinforcements have not yet arrived, they broke the city and killed the army.

"Now Huaijinnan also sees the way, otherwise he wouldn't rush to Hangzhou City to prepare for the war, but I'm afraid that if he loses again, he can really only repay the country with death."

While the two were chatting, a pair of soldiers holding wild goose feathers suddenly rushed into the tea shop, and their gloomy eyes swept over everyone present. The originally noisy and noisy tea shop discussion was terminated, and everyone else looked at the official who broke into the flock with anxiety.

"These officials, the little ones are ...... here"

The soldier at the head had a sharp look, and the boss in front of him didn't dare to speak.

"Fuck off, there's no room for you to talk here."

When he glanced at the corner, he finally noticed the young back sitting in the corner, hurriedly walked a few steps forward to the other party, clasped his fists and whispered, "Gongzi Zhongqing, General Huai is invited at the north gate." ”

Hearing Huai Jinnan's name, Zhang Xun, who was originally silent, also raised his head and looked up and down at the official in front of him. Then he smiled and said to Chen Zhongqing, "People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong, Zhongqing, it seems that you can't get out now." ”

North Gate?

Hearing the other party's answer, Chen Zhongqing's first thought was to form a group training from the homeless people, and only a day later, Huaijinnan couldn't wait to develop and strengthen his own strength to resist the increasingly fierce rebellion and turmoil. In the end, Chen Zhongqing threw all the chess pieces in his hand into the chess box, and finally just sighed lightly and slowly closed it.

The city of Hangzhou is as prosperous as ever, singing every night, and it seems to turn a deaf ear to the mourning outside the city.

Standing up and walking out, the noisy streets, the busy bazaar, it seems that there is no shadow of any mountain rain coming and the wind is full of buildings, and the scenery is still good.

Behind him, the exhortations and teachings of the elders sounded.

"Zhongqing, if you can leave early, you can leave early, I'm afraid you'll be too late."

Before Chen Zhongqing stepped out of the tavern, he turned his head and smiled and said to Elder Zhang behind him, "Younger generations remember the teachings. ”

The voice is flat and unafraid.

Zhang Xun, who has always been known as a little friend, couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he heard the word junior, and then shook his head with a wry smile, secretly cleaning up the scattered white children on the chessboard, obviously almost slaughtering the other party's big dragon, but he didn't expect to suddenly encounter such a broken thing.

Zhang Xun scratched his head and said with some annoyance, "Junior, this is not a good sign...... The last two students who greeted me like this before they left died on the battlefield......"

The soldiers' rapid march was fast, and with each step, the long knife hanging from his waist shook and rubbed, making a metallic sound. Chen Zhongqing seemed to be powerless, but he could still catch up with the speed of jogging, looking at the north gate that was getting closer and closer, he suddenly remembered something, and whispered, "What is the situation outside Hangzhou now?" ”

The soldier at the head was a tall and sturdy man, and he didn't care if he heard Chen Zhongqing's speech, the question he was trying to ask had already involved the military situation of the military camp, and he had no obligation to tell the other party.

Besides, the people in the Wushu camp are naturally disgusted with scholars, and a powerless person actually wants the Southern Jin Army to send an elite team to pick up people, and it is a shame to say it.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, he didn't ask any more questions, and it seems that there are some situations that he can only ask Huaijinnan for advice in person.

The more I ran in the direction of the north gate, the more I noticed that the nearby foot soldiers were heavily guarded, and the original downtown was directly and forcibly relocated, leaving only a spacious official road, and a few sparse pedestrians walked quickly into the city, and many of them still had the joy of the rest of their lives on their faces.

Chen Zhongqing also frowned slowly, obviously everything that happened outside the city here had surpassed the rehearsal in Huaijinnan. Martial law had to be used to control the entry and exit of the population and prevent a large-scale influx of displaced people into Hangzhou.

"Here we are."

The soldier slowed down, and when he turned around, he saw Chen Zhongqing standing behind him only three steps away, not panting, and he was slightly impressed by the patience of the scholar in front of him.

An interesting guy.

"The general is waiting for you outside the door, and we will escort you out."

Escort?

Chen Zhongqing was puzzled by his words, could it be that the current situation in Hangzhou has been exaggerated to such an extent? Then he raised his head and looked out of the city gate, and the scene he saw for a moment made people's eyes widen.

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