Time always extracts the time of life at a constant speed, and it feels that it is fast and slow, which is just a personal illusion.

In the blink of an eye, the moon is bright and the stars are thin, and the ground is sprinkled with a layer of faint silver powder, even the sound of frogs is dead, and the night is deep!

In silence, when the breeze blows, the fresh green shoots dance happily in the wind, showing that this is still a vibrant world.

At this moment, Chen Fenglan entered a strange dream.

"Master, are you going to take me to Yunyou?" Chen Fenglan happily asked a girl.

This Dao Gu has a high bun, a Taoist robe fluttering, a snow-white whisk hanging forward, and her steps are light, floating away. This Dao Gu who looks like she is out of the dust, is Chen Fenglan's master, Yunhan Dao Gu.

Yun Han Daogu didn't answer the words of the apprentice, she waved the dust in her hand, and Feng Lan went to a strange place alone.

Chen Fenglan looked at it calmly, isn't this the backyard of Uncle Xing's house?

Under a tree in the backyard, a hen and a flock of chicks are foraging. The stinky guy who caused his parents to quarrel today -- Li Wen was scattering a handful of rice in his hand on the ground. That's white rice, and the chickens are excited in front of the food, and they are chirping to grab food.

The stinky guy saw that the chickens had finished eating for a while, so he ran into the kitchen and took out a handful of rice, but the chickens were excited for a while.

"Haven't you eaten yet? How can you eat so much? The stinky guy muttered and went and fetched a handful of rice for the chickens, and so on four or five times until the chickens didn't want to eat it.

Seeing the chickens swelling and swaying slowly under their necks, the stinky guy was also unusually satisfied and grinned, driving the two swollen bags on his head to shrug and move very funny.

The stinky guy didn't feel complacent for long, and suddenly ran into the kitchen with a sad face. It turned out that most of the chickens were lying on the ground, their little feet twitching and rolling.

"You bear child, how do you feed so many chickens? They eat too much, and when they soak in stomach water, the rice will swell, and of course the chickens can't stand it!" Grandma Li came from the kitchen, and she touched the bulging neck of the chicks and said angrily: "I have a good nest of chicks, but I don't know how many are left!" ”

"Grandma! I know I'm wrong, please save these poor chickens! ”

"What stupid, what stupid, so stupid!" Feng Lan said to Li Wenlian, who was crying with a sad face, but unfortunately the other party couldn't hear it at all, and he didn't know about his existence.

When Chen Fenglan scolded vigorously, the scene suddenly changed again.

"Master, why did you bring me here?" Feng Lan was a little annoyed and said, but she didn't have to answer.

It turned out that in the middle of the night, Feng Lan saw Li Wen lying on his side facing the bed and sleeping soundly. was rumored to be in the stinky guy's private place, Feng Lan was a little dissatisfied.

When she was annoyed, she suddenly saw a small wooden figure jump out of the board and stand on Li Wen's head.

"Don't hurt him!" Feng Lan shouted anxiously in her heart, and at the same time wanted to rush forward to drive away the little wooden man.

Oh, she thought, "Strange, why do I care about this stinky fellow?" ”

Fortunately, after only a short while, the villain reluctantly jumped away in the air.

When Feng Lan's heart landed, the scene changed again.

Under the full moon, beside the flowers and plants on the secluded path, a scribe and a pregnant woman came hand in hand. Although the beautiful woman was pregnant, she could not hide her beauty in the slightest. I saw that she did not apply powder and her color was like the morning glow reflecting the snow, her eyebrows were not drawn but green like a spring mountain, her face was like a silver plate, her eyes were bright and her teeth were bright, and her ice muscles and jade bones were shining. Although the clothes and accessories are ordinary, others can't help but praise: what a beautiful beauty.

"Husband, on the secluded road under the bright moon, can you compose a poem for the slave family?"

"There are many poems with the theme of the bright moon like a carp crossing the river, and most of them are lyrical scenes." The scribe said: "The purpose of writing poetry in ancient times was to express one's aspirations, but now most of them have developed into lyrical and mostly personal expressions." But I think that if poetry contains more heavenly philosophy, it may be more helpful to the world. ”

But the husband thinks that the poetry is too rigid, and the poem is only longer than the words, the scenery, and the reason. If you want to satisfy your little girl's thoughts, I'm afraid you have to use words that are becoming more and more popular today. The words were originally composed to the song, and let people sing along with the song. It has enough room for the literati to play, and it can be made of melancholy and lingering words. ”

"Yes, yes! I love to hear the lingering words and phrases! ”

The scribe picked a small flower on the side of the road and handed it to the lady, and he continued: "At the end of the Tang Dynasty, Wen Tingyun was the most accomplished in terms of words, and was known as the originator of the flower school. ”

"Tonight, I will use the song "Like a Dream Order" as a lyric card to compose a lyric for the lady:

Like a dream

Under the moon, the companion walks in the clouds, and the sideburns whisper all the time.

How can you be favored by beauty? Pick a flower and offer it.

Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious, one stamen, one petal, one life. ”

Listening to her husband's shallow chanting of this new work like a dream, Mrs. Lady's eyes flowed, her pulse was drunk, and her heart was full of love like a spring breeze, sprouting everywhere.

She praised: "My husband is worthy of being the champion, and he can become a pillar of the country one day." ”

"Haha! People in the world only work poetry, and they can become scholars and doctors. Who knows that the true scholar is not in literature, but in benefiting the country and the people. What I care more about is that I read through the history books, the rise and fall of the story, and the history is hidden in my chest. I'm at the top of the high school rankings now, and he will be able to show his ambitions one day! The scribe said with great ambition.

Mrs. green jade fingers lightly twisted the small flower slowly, she looked down at the stamen petals and said softly: "Husband, I don't ask for a few lives, but I ask for this life and this life for us to get along." You have a deep affection for me, and I also have a deep affection for you, and the white head is not separated, and I will live up to this good fate in this life. ”

"By the way, husband, what do you want to give this boy a good name?" Madame asked as she remembered something.

"I have always admired Mr. Li Shangyin's flying literary brilliance, and he has a poem:

The green girl Ding Ning has night frost,

Xi and hard work to send the rising sun.

There is no news from Danqiu,

A few pairs of sycamores reminiscing about the phoenix. ”

"I named it after what it was about. This green girl is the main frost goddess, and Xihe is the male god who is in charge of the sun, so it seems that it is inappropriate to take her name directly. I take the head and the tail, our child, if it is a woman, it is called 'Qingshuang', and if it is a man, it is called 'Xiyang', do you think it is good? ”

"Ah, the little one kicked me!" The lady had no time to answer, but she cried out with joy.

When Chen Fenglan's envy deepened, she actually saw the villain who disappeared in Li Wen's place reappear, and after the villain smiled at Feng Lan, he floated into the lady's belly in a flash.

An unknown jealousy rose from Feng Lan's heart, and she was unprecedentedly full of strong hostility towards a child in her belly. This feeling made Feng Lan extremely uncomfortable, she just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, and never meet the person in this belly.

This time, Feng Lan disappeared in a blink of an eye, and this time she came to a small teahouse in a small town, but this time the conversion seemed to take a while.

Suddenly, the horn sounded, and a group of black-armored knights rushed out of the street. The group of knights went straight to the front courtyard, and the horses neighed and were murderous.

There are many figures on the wall of the compound, the sword is unsheathed, and the angry arrow is pointed forward.

"How could the Black Rider be here?" The young man in the first costume asked with a panicked expression.

"Cousin, what are we going to do? What to do? There was a young man in Chinese clothes next to him, and his face was even pale.

"If we keep a meal, the master father and the second elder should be able to come, and then the big things will be safe!" A man who looked like a military division comforted the two masters.

At this time, a middle-aged scribe in Tsing Yi walked out of the street, this person was polite, with a kind face, and a well-proportioned figure with a steady pace. At first glance, it looks like a talent with good health, but there is a very vague momentum hidden in him.

The person who came must not be an ordinary person, because he was followed by three black-armored generals and three white-robed civil officials.

After Feng Lan saw this Tsing Yi scribe, her body shook violently, this person gave her a very familiar and strange feeling; The strange, contradictory, and strange feeling of wanting to be close and trying to distance one. But she couldn't move, and she couldn't make a sound.

The Tsing Yi scribe sat in a small teahouse.

"Report ??????" A sergeant came to report: "In the face of stubborn resistance from the enemy ahead, three of our side were wounded and eight were killed. ”

Seeing the Tsing Yi scribe's eyebrows jumping slightly, General Yixuanjia moved to explain: "Commander! There are two nobles in the courtyard, and it is inevitable that the soldiers will be passive. ”

"Zhu Mingguan, submit your investigation report." The scribe could not deny it, but said to a man in white.

After reading the report with a calm face, the scribe in Tsing Yi turned his head to General Xuanjia, who had just explained to the other party, and said calmly: "General Song, you have full authority to command the guards, arrest the enemy as soon as possible, and if you encounter resistance, you will not be pardoned!" ”

"Don't ??????" Zhu Mingguan next to him was anxious to dissuade him, but he was stared at by the scribe and swallowed his voice. After seeing the other party turn to look at the white robe on his body, Zhu Mingguan certainly understood what he meant, and gave up with a dejected sigh.

"I want to be worthy of all their relatives, but I also want to be worthy of your white clothes! I must be worthy of you and my pure heart! It is even more worthy of this hard-won blue sky! We must be worthy of the hearts of the people of the world! The scribe in Tsing Yi seemed to say to Zhu Mingguan, more like he was muttering to himself.

"Grandma!"

After the Tsing Yi scribe suddenly cursed a foul word, he slapped the tea table angrily, and as the tea table was scattered and dismembered, he gave an order directly to the armor in front of him: "Limit one cup of tea to defeat the enemy, and if you encounter a resistant, you will be killed!! ”

Although his voice was not high, it seemed to have penetrating power and reached the ears of the sergeant in front of him, and even the people in the compound could hear it clearly.

The black-armored sergeant in front heard this voice, which rarely conveyed anger, and his heart shook violently. This man was angry, didn't that time make people's blood boil and blood flowed like a river? It's a pity that the enemy in front of him is too weak to listen to him blow the sound of a magical horn, let alone the glory of following him into the enemy group.

After hearing the anger, the black-armored sergeant in front of him was also angry. As a black sword in this man's hand, different from those white swords whose milk hair has not dried up, the black sword is cold-blooded and ruthless, murderous and unbreakable, and it is for that man to sweep away everything that exists. Now that he failed to defeat the enemy and injured three people, which aroused his dissatisfaction, the black-armored sergeant was of course furious.

With the black armor sergeant singing in unison, the people in the courtyard were in chaos.

"Strategist, what should I do? Let's surrender! "The courtyard wall is headed by the young people in Chinese costumes.

"With the iron law of the lord of the country, it may be difficult for us to do what we have done, and if we don't lose our heads, we will have to cut off our hands and legs, do you want to be an inexhaustible person? We can only hold on until the master father and the second elder Taishi come, so that we can have a good death. ”

This military advisor knew that even if these two masters could survive this difficulty, they would never escape death, so they instigated their masters to resist to the end, waiting for the turning point to come.

"Hold! Be sure to hold on! Didn't it be said that the Jurchens were less than 10,000 and invincible? How can these Jurchen warriors brought by the Wanyan brothers last until the arrival of the master father and the Taishi! "The military advisor did not forget to cheer up the master.

"Okay, don't you just let the eldest brother dye the black ride? Show the Jurchen warriors under my command today, don't always underestimate me! "The young man in the Chinese costume led by him has the genes of conquest, and he has the blood of killing and decisiveness, and he has a decision in an instant.

Feng Lan suddenly saw the face of the young man in Chinese clothes on the wall, and although her face was raw, she felt a sense of familiarity and intimacy that she had never felt before, and she also felt that something bad was about to happen.

Feng Lan's beating heart seemed to jump out of her mouth at this moment, and she longed for a slap in the face, asking the young man to give up resistance, and wishing that she could kneel in front of the scribe and beg his men to be merciful.

But Feng Lan couldn't move, so she could only let the terror and pain spread throughout her body.

Note: The Book of Wine in the previous chapters was written by Zhu Qiu of the Northern Song Dynasty, and many of the names in the Wenyun Sword Technique were taken from the poems of the Five Dynasties. To explain, this is a novel, written for today's people. Just like the sweet potatoes in the past, there are some things that do not conform to the real history will inevitably appear many times, including future official positions, place names, etc., which will inevitably not match the historical facts, so please read this novel with the mentality of appreciating rather than digging the roots.