The son of the Lu family on the other side was even more angry, and shouted angrily: "Wen Songrui, you stop Lao Tzu, put that little rabbit cub down, Lao Tzu will kill him!" ”

Wen Songrui?

Wen Songrui?

Wen Songrui!

"Shhh What's more, he is also a "top student" in the history department who guarantees that he has passed every subject, and if he doesn't understand college at this time, it will be considered for nothing, although as a rich second generation, he has always thought that college is for nothing. But in any case, I think that Ye Yingwu's Song History has also been dominant.

How did Lao Tzu travel to the Southern Song Dynasty, and it was the end of the Southern Song Dynasty?!

I didn't expect it to be so mysterious, and it was mountains and rivers and flowers, but in the final analysis, I crossed it in the end, as for being so unpredictable?

Although Ye Yingwu was still dizzy, he had already heard it very clearly in his heart, on one side was Wen Tianxiang, the most famous of the "Three Heroes of the Late Song Dynasty", and on the other side was ······ Wen Tianxiang's teacher is Jiang Wanli, a famous minister at the end of the Song Dynasty who threw his family into the water to worship the country, and needless to say, the pickaxe brother is naturally Jiang Wanli's righteous son Jiang Hao. I think when I first learned about the Southern Song Dynasty, I didn't have to gossip with my roommates about the eternal mystery that Jiang Wanli had no descendants.

Ya, what I'm thinking about now shouldn't be these inconsequential things, but should be - who is Lao Tzu? The problem is serious.

Jiang Jia······ Ye Jia······ In the entire last years of the Southern Song Dynasty, there was only one person surnamed Ye who sounded like he was strong.

Lao Tzu's father, it won't be Ye Mengding, right?

It seems that the tomb excavated by the archaeological team is Ye Mengding's······

"Let's go!" Wen Tianxiang was Wen Tianxiang in the end, but he just frowned, but he didn't hesitate at all.

Although Jiang Hao, who was holding a horsewhip, was a little unconvinced, Ye Yingwu's injury didn't know what was going on, and he couldn't drag it out like this anymore. The young man glared hatefully at the many gentlemen of the Lu family, and hurriedly kept up with the senior brother's pace.

Ye Yingwu, who was lying in the carriage, felt the surroundings with his hands, the soft pillows, the beautifully embroidered brocade, and the small incense burner with hollow carvings not far away, as well as the cool piece of peiyu on his waist, everything was the standard equipment of the ancient noble family, and everything seemed to be a dream.

Ye Yingwu shook his head, looked at Wen Tianxiang, who was dangling in front of him and was a little blurry, and suddenly asked subconsciously, "When is this?" ”

"It's past noon." Wen Tianxiang carefully wiped the blood stains for him.

"No, I'm asking what year it is, what month and day it is! Why don't you remember! Ye Yingwu was in a trance, and simply closed his eyes and shouted in a low voice.

The title "I" was already a very common self-title in the informal occasions of the Song Dynasty, and as a high-level student in the Department of History, Ye Yingwu would not make the low-level mistake of using the wrong name even if he was dizzy.

It seemed that he had never seen a young man like this, and seemed to be surprised by the ridiculousness and strangeness of the question asked by the young man, Wen Tianxiang was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "On the first day of the fourth month of the second year of Xianchun, Yuan Lie, you even forgot this?" Let's go back and find an old doctor to give you a detailed diagnosis, if you have an accident, the foolish brother will not be able to treat the teacher and Ye Xiang. ”

However, at this time, Ye Yingwu had already fallen into silence, ignoring the last few words, just chewing carefully on the huge amount of information contained in the first half of Wen Tianxiang's sentence.

Xianchun 2nd year······ In the second year of Xianchun, there are less than two years left before the battle of Xiangyang, which decided the fate of the Southern Song Dynasty, and I don't know if it will be too late······ Wait, grandma, why is it still April 1st, isn't God playing tricks on me?! What are you kidding, April Fool's Day can't be celebrated like this······ But after thinking about it, the first day of April in ancient times was still the lunar calendar, not the Gregorian calendar, maybe it was just a coincidence, or maybe God had already taken it into account.

Immediately after, Ye Yingwu asked an even more silly question.

"Where is this?"

Wen Tianxiang, the champion of the Great Song Dynasty, who has always been not afraid of heaven and earth, and dared to speak up in the court, couldn't help but tremble, and his eyes became extremely weird.

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In the second year of Xianchun in the Southern Song Dynasty, the Great Song Dynasty in April was in Lin'an, with rare cloudless skies and bright sunshine, and it was really good weather.

Guarded by the families of the family, the carriage galloped quickly along the avenue, and the pedestrians hurriedly avoided to the sides. There was still a commotion in the shops on both sides, and people were no longer surprised by the galloping carriages and households. Here is at the foot of the Son of Heaven, in the root of the imperial city, there are more all kinds of domineering nobles, but there is no shortage of these one or two······

The atmosphere inside the carriage is completely different from the noise outside, which is very weird.

Because Ye Yingwu's question of "where is this" was so shocking that Wen Tianxiang, the future prime minister of the Southern Song Dynasty, couldn't help but be stunned, looking at Ye Yingwu in surprise as if he had seen a ghost, and even couldn't help touching his ears.

As if sensing that Ye Yingwu was not just a skin injury, Wen Tianxiang's brows furrowed even tighter, but he still replied: "Lin'an, I'll take you back to Jiangfu first." ”

Ye Yingwu's consciousness gradually blurred, with a soft "poof", his body smashed into the blanket on the carriage, and he fell asleep quietly.

Lin'an, Lin'an······ The Great Song Dynasty is here, Lin'an.

Wen Tianxiang's brows did not relax, but looked at Ye Yingwu, who was sleeping soundly, with a worried face, and sighed softly. There was a noisy sound outside, followed by the equally familiar shouts, and the Ye family's chief Ye Ying came in a hurry with a few family members.

Lifting the curtain and looking at the red-eyed Ye family's big ya, Wen Tianxiang made a gesture that reassured him, but this gesture was a little weak, because Wen Tianxiang, who had never lied much since he was a child, really didn't know how to hide the worries in his heart, but Ye Ying and the wind and dust rushed over, and when he saw that his younger brother was still safe, he didn't think much about it, he just cared about soothing his breath, but he didn't notice the strangeness in Wen Tianxiang's gesture.

"Brother Ye, why are you here!" Jiang Hao complained and said to Ye Yingji, ready to render the arrogance of the Lu family just now, so that the Ye family, who is good at martial arts and watched his younger brother grow up, let out a bad breath for himself.

The curtain of the car was lifted again, and Wen Tianxiang frowned and said, "Brother Pickaxe, you are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, right?" Master Venerable has been taking care of you lately, and you have caused such a big trouble······"

If it were someone else, Jiang Hao would still argue with confidence, but for this senior brother who was quite appreciated by his father and had a great reputation, Jiang Hao naturally didn't dare to complain, and stuck out his tongue and flashed away, for fear that his senior brother's sharp eyes that could kill people would break his body into pieces.

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The Jiang family's mansion in Lin'an is not big, or it doesn't match Jiang Wanli's identity at all. And the Ye family's mansion is not much different from the Jiang family's, the two courtyards face each other across the street, and they are particularly eye-catching among the mansions of the magnificent princes and ministers.

At this time, Ye Mengding was demoted to Qingyuan, and he was in full swing to command the affairs of the bandits, and there were not many people in the family in Beijing, so the two Yanai of the Ye family simply lived in the Jiang family's mansion, which also had few people.

In the future, the Jiang family's "Sankunyu" will be famous in history, only Jiang Wanli is in Beijing at this time, plus his son Jiang Hao, and more than ten years later, the short-lived Jiang family's "Twelve Lents" on the battlefield against Meng Yuan are even more scattered all over the world. In other words, the current Duchang Jiang family is ready to retreat at any time, as long as the emperor allows it, Jiang Wanli will immediately escape from Lin'an City, which has been covered by Jia Yidao, and return to his own Jiangnan West Road, his own Jizhou, and his own Bailuzhou Academy.

Because the heaven there is the heaven that belongs to the right path and light, and it is a rare blue sky.

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At this time, Jiang Wanli, the backbone of the Great Song Dynasty and a generation of virtuous ministers, was anxiously pacing outside the door, while his most proud student in the future, Wen Tianxiang, stood silently. But what is incompatible with all this is the screams of Jiang Ho "oops" and "oops" not far away.

For this righteous son who only knows how to cause trouble everywhere and does not fight for himself, Jiang Wanli has no choice but to teach a lesson in the simplest and rough way, but this is also in Lin'an's house, and the Jiang family's daughters and children are not here, otherwise the seven aunts and eight aunts of Jiang Ho who have always loved this stinky boy picked up in the wind and snow will tremble and jump to criticize the younger brother of the prime minister who is famous and has clean sleeves.

"Song Rui, you said that if something happened to Yuanlie, how could the old man explain to Ye Zhenzhi!" Jiang Wanli looked at the closed door, the doctor who went in hadn't come out for a long time, which made him feel even more anxious.

Wen Tianxiang just wanted to say a word of relief, when he saw the door open with a "bang", and several gray-haired old men walked out with frowns, all of whom were well-known internal and surgical doctors in Lin'an. Jiang Wanli couldn't help but say something, so he bowed first.

"Jiang Xianggong must not be like this," to be able to make Jiang Wanli like this, several doctors naturally did not dare to accept it, and hurriedly returned the salute, and the leading doctor said with some embarrassment, "Qi Xianggong, Ye Yanei suffered from amnesia because of the impact······ We have no choice but to ask Prime Minister Jiang to let the relatives and friends with the best relationship with Ye Yanei tell about it every day······"

Jiang Wanli's face was getting heavier and heavier, and when he heard this, his face was already gloomy: "Song Rui! ”

"The disciple is here!" Wen Tianxiang couldn't help but take a light breath, although Shizun was upright, he had always been kind and pleasant, and it was rare to see him lose his temper so much.

"Give me another twenty boards for Jiang Hao, a wicked animal, and then let him go in and accompany Yuan Lie!" Jiang Wanli said coldly, and then arched his hand at several doctors, and left angrily, indifferent to his son's subsequent miserable screams.

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Ye Yingwu slowly opened his eyes, I'm damned, what a hard pillow! Compared to the soft pillow in the carriage, it was a world of difference.

The cold feeling can be said to be "refreshing".

This is a porcelain pillow! Although he knew that the pillow he was wearing now would be a rare cultural relic if it was placed in seven hundred years, Ye Yingwu still had the desire to grab it and throw it out. Grandpa, grandma, grandpa, grandma, sister, brother, father, mom and those seven aunts and eight aunts who don't know what to call them, even if you can't get me back, you have to send a pillow anyway, this bed is not Simmons's, even if you abuse me with a porcelain pillow!

Blinking, Ye Yingwu secretly prayed in his heart, I hope that the so-called hard pillow is good for the cervical spine is not the "brick family called beast" nonsense, otherwise Lao Tzu must have slaughtered his ancestors for eighteen generations seven hundred years ago······

Seeing Ye Yingwu wake up, the man in Tsing Yi, who looked a little haggard, suddenly smiled slightly and helped him up: "Brother Wu, you are finally awake." This sleep for a day and a night freaked us out. How's it going, are you feeling better? ”

"You are?" Ye Yingwu asked with some doubts, since he didn't know him, he simply pretended to have amnesia.

Taking advantage of this moment, Ye Yingwu subconsciously looked around, the decoration of this house was not luxurious, but the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall rendered the whole room with a strong bookish fragrance and aristocratic atmosphere.

On the bedside table, there is a bronze mirror, through the copper mirror, Ye Yingwu clearly saw his appearance, compared with his previous life, he seemed to be a lot more handsome, and between his eyebrows revealed a kind of temperament that a rich family should have, unlike the previous life, he was obviously a rich second generation, but he couldn't see it when he threw it into the crowd.

God is still quite righteous at least in this regard, and finally compensated him for what he lacked in his previous life.

And just now I made a stomach complained about the porcelain pillow, hexagonal, painted landscape, but it is a typical Cizhou kiln, although after the construction of Yan Nandu, Cizhou kiln is no longer the Southern Song Dynasty, but a large number of porcelain pillows fired by it are scattered in all directions, is still the mainstream of the folk, not a rare treasure, which makes Ye Yingwu, who graduated from the Department of History in later generations, issued a very professional lament from his heart.

It was already dark outside, and the morning light was pouring in through the half-hidden windows, making everything so quiet and serene.

"Oh, I almost forgot for my brother," the man in Tsing Yi hurriedly apologized, "For brother Ye Yingji, the word is far away, brother, your surname is Ye Yingwu, and the word is far away." Daddy he ······"

As if realizing that he couldn't call his father by his name, Ye Yingji suddenly hesitated.

Ye Yingwu smiled reluctantly, the pain of the wound on his head made his vision a little blurred for a while, but he gritted his teeth and persevered: "I still remember some memories, but I have forgotten where my father is now?" ”

Referring to Ye Mengding's whereabouts, Ye Yingji's eyes suddenly burst into flames, and his body trembled a little: "My father was persecuted by the villain Jia Nidao and said that he was sick and returned to the country, but the emperor did not allow it, and now he is appointed as the prefect of Qingyuan with the rank of senior scholar of the Imperial Palace, presiding over the affairs of the local Jing and Haikou." ”

This is not much deviation from the experience of Ye Mengding in the second year of Xianchun in his memory, it seems that he has not forgotten, it is good that he has not forgotten. However, at this time, Ye Dashao no longer had the leisure to be proud of his profound knowledge, and after listening to Ye Yingji's words, his heart became inexplicably heavy.

"Suppress the pirates with the talents of the pillars, and rule the world with the defeated people." Ye Yingwu said softly, involuntarily retelling the sad words of the white-bearded professor when he talked about the history of the last years of the Southern Song Dynasty, "In the long run, will the country survive?" ”

Hearing that his younger brother, who was laughing and scolding and cynical on weekdays, suddenly came out with such a sentence, Ye Yingji's face changed greatly, he frowned, and looked around, but fortunately, he didn't even seem to hear Jiang Hao, so he was slightly relieved: "Brother Wu, in this world, be cautious, be cautious!" You are already short-tempered and too stubborn, if this kind of rebellious words are spread, our Ye family is afraid that there will be no place to stand, and Uncle Jiang and they will also be implicated at that time. ”

"What is implicated or not, if the emperor hadn't stopped him, my father would have returned to his hometown a long time ago!" Jiang Hao, who was already asleep, didn't know when he suddenly woke up, and seemed to have heard Ye Yingji's education, so he hurriedly got up and retorted loudly, but it seemed to involve a stick wound on his buttocks, and he lay down again with a bitter face, "Oops" "Oops" kept screaming, and several maids waiting outside hurriedly came over to serve Jiang Dashao.

"Okay, big brother, please tell me why I'm hurt." Ye Yingwu took the medicine bowl handed over by Ye Yingji.

When it came to this matter, Ye Yingji's expression was a little weird, but after all, he sighed and pointed at Jiang Hao: "You still ask him, this is the trouble caused by your two brothers, I was not present at the time, so I have a general understanding of the matter." ”

Jiang Hao also took it seriously, and said with a grumbling voice: "Xiao Wuzi, brother, I'll tell you, by the way, I don't remember who I am if I forget you." Brother Jiang Hao, you used to call me Little Pickaxe. That day, it was clear that brothers, you and I went to visit the top brand Oiran Qiqin girl of the drunken spring breeze, but as a result, the two bitches surnamed Lu of the Lu family and Lu Shidao relied on the unclear relationship between their family and Jia traitors, and bullied people in the drunken spring breeze, and even robbed the girl with us, which is unbearable, of course, the fight started, if it wasn't for Xiao Wuzi, you were injured, Lao Tzu would have beaten those two surnamed Lu to death at that time! ”

After speaking, Jiang Hao continued to scold in a low voice, and seemed to be very puzzled.

"Ahem." seemed to understand why the eldest brother was embarrassed to say it, Ye Yingwu covered up his embarrassment with a cough, and at the same time "looked the other way" at the following brother in distress. But this is really normal, all dynasties, everywhere you go, you can't go without fighting for the wind and fighting the hakama, even if the Southern Song Dynasty is weak for a hundred years, how can the Lin'an Mansion that gathers the southeast elegance be avoided?

Jiang Hao didn't seem to notice Ye Yingwu's embarrassment, but said with some sighs: "I heard that after we left, those two brutes surnamed Lu wanted to use force on the Qiqin girl, but they forced people to hang themselves. The family members who went out to inquire about the news said that now the two brutes are waiting downstairs in the drunken spring breeze, and they have a posture of going in and grabbing people without saying a word······"