In winter, the cold wind howls by. The winter of Jingshi is cold, but it is relieved. The news of the great victory in Liaodong and the collapse of the Manchu puppet dynasty made this suffering nation a little more joyful. Even if the southwest rebel army occupies Luoyang, it will be destroyed sooner or later, and Liaodong is the biggest trouble in mind. The new emperor granted amnesty to the world and celebrated for three days.

Fang Yiru leaned on the railing of the restaurant, frantically sipping a sip of cold wine. Li Yuhuan on the side was already drunk, muttering some incomprehensible nonsense with a red face.

He drank the remaining remnants of wine in his cup with a blank face, and the day for Yang Fan to enter the Guan Mian Saint had already been set, just a few days later. Yang Fan's status has obviously become unshakable. Such a feat, entrusted by the emperor, made some people red-eyed, and some people breathless.

"Jingshi, it's not good...... It's not good ......," the drunk Li Yuhuan said stupidly.

"There's nothing wrong with Jingshi." Fang Yiru drank wine, leaned against the pillar, and said with a wry smile, "The girl of Jingshi is very beautiful; The wine of Jingshi is very mellow; Kyoshi's ...... Just some people, some people...... It's disgusting, but he is out of your reach, and he only needs one finger to crush you to death if he wants to deal with you. ”

"So, the water in Jingshi is very deep. I only hate me Li Yuhuan for being born so many years late, otherwise this great achievement, he Yang Fan did it, why should I Li Yuhuan taste it! This humble and polite young man who is as quiet as the little boy next door on weekdays, after drinking a few cups of heroic tears, he spit out all the depression in his heart. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes and asked, "When will he be back?" ”

"It's not a few days. How many people are there in Jingshi now, I can't wait to fly under his Yang Fan horse immediately to hold his boots, even if they are smelly, they are fragrant. Fang Yiru smiled and shook his head, as if he didn't care at all about the big disturbance that Yang Fan had made in Liaodong before. It is not so much the movement made by Yang Fan, but that someone took this opportunity to build momentum. I just want to make some moves so that this future pillar can be in charge of the government.

"Brother Fang, do you think that in the future, I will still be the same as I was at the beginning, and I will have a ceremony with him Yang Fan?" He leaned his head on his arm and muttered.

"Or else?" Fang Yiru said with a smile. "How envious of others are you in this identity? How many people are eager to step through the threshold of his Yang Mansion, even if they are old men in their seventies and eighties, lose some face, and be a student of his Yang Zhuguo, can they still lose face? Since it's all like this, then just endure it, and one day, they will all be old. will all die. As long as we don't make mistakes, above the court, it will be our world. ”

"It's a bad feeling, like you're being manipulated." Li Yuhuan woke up a little from drinking, rubbed his eyes, and sneered, "This time I went to Liao, I knew that Mr. didn't go to the covenant so simply. I wanted to go together, huh. Sorry for my old father. and they stunted me at the gates of the city. ”

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say. I think so now, but what about back then? How many people want him to never go back. So, your dad is sleek, you're too hard. As for right or wrong, it doesn't matter if you say it, and it doesn't count if you say it. ”

Li Yuhuan turned his head and said, "Then who has the final say?" My daddy? Or is it holy today? Or does it not matter who said it? ”

Fang Yiru raised his eyelids and saw a light snow floating sporadically outside the window. "The show has just begun. The new emperor is young, how can the few auxiliary ministers you let the first emperor settle be able to watch him Yang Fan's family dominate? Take your time. ”

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"Madam, ma'am, the master is finally going back to Beijing." The sound is as crisp as a bird. Ruby's face was frozen red.

Dressed in a gorgeous dress and mink fur, Xu Rong had just given birth to a child in the womb, her body was still a little plump, and her complexion was like mutton fat and white jade, "Is the master coming back......" She walked out of the inner compartment, Hongyu held up an umbrella, wrapped the little boy in Xu Rong's swaddling clothes tightly, and said: "Just now, the master of the family came, saying that the master won the battle, and the wild boar skins in Liaodong were all beaten away, and the sacred heart was happy." ”

"Daddy is here? Quick, the child has not been born and has not yet let his father see it, this is not yet a full moon, and his father is coming back, so good, so good! A long-lost smile appeared on Xu Rong's face.

Xu Ji, who was standing in the hall, heard the sound, turned his head, and said with a smile: "Rong'er is here." Yo, baby, show grandpa. A smile appeared on Xu Ji's rigid face, and he teased the baby in swaddling clothes with his hand, and said, "Have you given the name?" ”

"Wait for Xianggong to come back, and then get up again. Dad, is he really coming back? ”

"That's right. The news I received today will arrive in Beijing in a few days. This little face is so pretty. Xu Ji said, "I'm here to tell you today." Your mother's health has not been very good since the beginning of winter, and she has also been infected with wind and cold, so you did not come to send people to help in the house during your confinement. When Yang Fan comes back, he must take this precious grandson back to the house for a reunion. ”

"Yes, definitely."

Xu Ji stopped and said, "That's good." That's all. Go and rest. When the word came, and I saw you, I was relieved and left. He didn't say much. There are some things that can be said by Yang Fan. He shook the cloak off his shoulders, and the snow fell to the ground. A sigh came from the front of the Yang Mansion, "The taste is not right." ”

After speaking, he walked into the sedan chair.

The streets and alleys of Jingshi are criss-crossed, but they are square, like a game of Go, and everyone seems to be trying to find their own position.

So, everyone is thinking about what position they should stand in, but sadly, often what position they should stand on depends on others.

The snow is flying, the alleys of Jingshi, or the Taoist temple, the eaves are towering, and the shape is simple. Located here, there are no mountains and no water, and there are very few incense. The blind old man put his hands together on the dantian, raised his eyes, and asked, "Hu Chen, is there something wrong?" ”

"There is a rumor from the palace that Yang Fan is going back to Beijing."

"Is there anything wrong with you?" Lao Dao asked again.

"It's fine."

"It's okay, it's not right. The vegetable furrow after the view should be sorted out, the tile in the leaky place should be renovated, and the sandalwood in the view should be continued? With so many things, you still care about other people's idle things? "The blind old Taoist has found a mantle, and now this broken Taoist temple is still passed on.

However, even if there are more people, it is still so cold and miserable, and the wooden statue has been bald and painted, revealing the original color of the wooden tire. Jingshi has a big family and wants to accumulate some merits, but when he mentioned that he wanted to renovate, he was rejected by Lao Dao. The heart of the unoriented path, even if it is glamorous, it is still a mortal fetus.

Superfluous.

Fifth wheel. (To be continued.) )