The stars are like dreams, and the cold moon is bleak.

Ye Yingwu didn't have Wen Tianxiang's professionalism to go to the street in the middle of the night to find people, and he casually looked at the official documents submitted from all over the country in the study for a while, and suddenly felt bored.

Feeling distraught, he had to stroll around the mansion for a busy day, and this was the first time he had stepped into the backyard that would be his place of life.

Although the successive Xing** officials have not done anything to the outside world, it is not a way to nest in a small courtyard after all, so the mansions of the officials are competing to expand, so that by the time Ye Yingwu moves in, the mansion of the Zhijun is no different from the mansion of the princes of Jiangnan West Road, and it is even much bigger than the Wang Yi family where the Ye family once lived.

Even Jiang Hao and the others squeezed in happily, leaving Ye Yingwu with a large empty courtyard.

The servants and maids brought by them were scattered in such a large mansion, no matter how you look at it, it is too little, so that Ye Yingwu walked slowly and leisurely for so long, rockeries, corridors, and the octagonal pavilion in the center of the independent water are not uncommon, but people are stunned and have not seen it.

But speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, Ye Yingwu just wanted to jump to scold his mother and shout people, and bumped into Qiqin's personal maid bell head-on, but this once witnessed his mother and the envoy inexplicably changed from an undying enemy to a husband and wife who loved each other, and still can't understand the truth The little maid ran into Ye Yingwu alone, and I don't know what shameful things I remembered in my heart, my face was red, and I hurriedly bowed and saluted: "The slave has seen the envoy." ”

"What about people?" Ye Yingwu looked around, there was still no one around the bell except the bell, "What are you doing here alone?" ”

The bell naturally knew who the envoy in the yamen was, and immediately replied with a smile and unhurriedly: "The backyard is being sprinkled and cleaned, and all the mother-in-law and servants have gathered over, and my lady only gets the piano in the pavilion, so she asks the slave maid to get some hot water and tea." ”

"Sprinkle the court?" Ye Yingwu realized that the last Zhijun had already returned to Beijing half a month ago, and his family had been transferred away several months ago, and no one had lived in this courtyard for a long time.

After all, there is the courage to be like Ye Yingwu in this place that is only a hundred miles away from the northern line, well, civil officials, it is estimated that there will be no ten in the entire Southern Song Dynasty, you know, when Kublai Khan was in command to preside over the battle of Ezhou, although the Mongolian cavalry could not conquer the tall city of Xing**, but there were three trips in the field alone.

Of course, if you have to find such a person, the one who has just taken office with Xing** is considered a bold general judge among the civil officials, and the old men in Longxing Mansion are estimated to be barely qualified. and Xie Fangde, who is just here to be a small official, should also be counted.

"But please rest assured, the main house has been cleaned up, and there will be no delay in making Jun rest." Bell chuckled softly.

"Go, go." Ye Yingwu impatiently sent the ill-intentioned little girl away, and walked towards the backyard pavilion humming a little song.

Walking through the long, dark corridor, I finally saw some lights at the end.

The curtain in front of it hung low, and the cold wind carried a hint of fragrance, blowing through the pool under the corridor, which was really a pool of spring water. The sound of the piano was already ringing in my ears, muffling all the busy sounds coming from not far away, and it became the only clear sound in the whole world.

How long has it been since I've been so relaxed? On the Pingshui Tower, Lao Tzu gnawed on the leg of mutton, and had to clean up Guo Huai's moth; Even on Poyang Lake, it was raining heavily outside, and Lao Tzu had to take it seriously to win people's hearts······ Ye Yingwu thought self-deprecatingly, and when he lifted it, the layers of curtains had been separated like waves, and the figure that had been separated by Luo Sha before gradually became clear.

The white clothes are better than the snow, the beauty is like jade, the evening breeze is light, and the bright moon is in the sky.

Ye Yingwu finally nodded with satisfaction, this is what a standard yanai should enjoy, before fucking, Lao Tzu was like a **silk!

All kinds of marriages with Qiqin were formed by the previous Ye Yingwu, it is said that the current Ye Yingwu has no feelings for Qiqin, but after all, he is intoxicated with the whole Lin'an, and the first Oiran who has won the first place in the thirty-six smoke streets and willow alleys, for such a beautiful woman, Ye Yingwu said that he could not refuse, of course, he is afraid that men will not refuse.

Unless he is bent.

Qiqin had already sensed that someone was coming behind her, but her fingers didn't stop, still beating between the strings, and she just said lightly: "Bell, make a pot of tea, and let it dry when it boils." After a while, the envoy will come back, and he will definitely be thirsty when he talks by candle and night. ”

Ye Yingwu's eyes rolled, and he subconsciously pinched his throat, making his voice thicker: "What do you have to say about Madame, do you want the villain to help Madame massage it, the villain is proficient in ······"

The melodious sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

"Who?!" Qiqin was startled, Huo Ran got up, but his sleeve was pulled by Ye Yingwu, and the whole fell into Ye Yingwu's arms.

"Madame will still throw herself into her arms, the villain is really fortunate in three lives······ Hahaha! Ye Yingwu wrapped his arms around Qiqin, holding back laughter so much that his shoulders trembled, and he reluctantly continued to laugh with the voice just now, but in the end he couldn't help it and completely broke out.

Qiqin's face was flushed with shame, and her right hand subconsciously raised to fan it, but she still stopped halfway.

If you don't fan me, you have to inch in, Ye Yingwu's hands naturally began to be skillfully dishonest, and he didn't forget to smile and said: "What makes you not make you, no, it's too awkward to hear, change the title, don't make our backyard look like officialdom, don't say that other families are not 'Lang Jun' and 'good people' are very close, I look at the two of them It's good, let's try it, let you go if it sounds good, otherwise don't blame a certain spicy hand destroying flowers." ”

The beautiful woman in his arms glanced at him vividly, his eyes flowed, with affection, and Ye Yingwu, who had experienced a hundred battles in his previous life, was also boiling with beast blood, Qiqin gently pushed him away, hung his head and said softly: "Lang Jun." ”

Ye Yingwu blinked subconsciously, and was about to pounce on the hungry tiger to correct this Lin'an Oiran on the spot, and suddenly there was a voice behind him that should not appear.

"Envoy!" The bell didn't know how long he had been standing outside, but he finally mustered up the courage to shout, "Envoy, Wentong asks to see you." ”

All movements came to an abrupt halt, and Ye Yingwu took a long breath of cold air, cold from head to toe.

Tiansha Wen Tianxiang, your grandmother's bad intentions are not good things? What kind of enemies have we made in our lives? I wouldn't be friends with you in my previous life, and then betrayed you, right? If it weren't for the sake of you being a fucking national hero, Lao Tzu would have chopped you kid!

Seeing that Ye Yingwu was depressed for a moment and then became angry and devastated again, Qiqin hurriedly stepped forward and laughed softly: "Wentong must also have something urgent, so he will come overnight, it is better to go out gradually, the slave will definitely wait for Lang Jun to come back." ”

Little goblin, you wait, Lao Tzu has to eat you if he says anything. Maybe there is really something big, let's go meet Wen Tianxiang who suffered a thousand knives first.

"Replace the 'slave' too, it sounds awkward!" Ye Yingwu threw down a sentence, lifted the layers of curtains, and didn't forget to glare at the bell fiercely, before he went angrily.

The bell watched this master leave with a black face, only then did he stick out his tongue, and slipped into the pavilion like a thief, and then swept around his own lady suspiciously, and then smiled and said: "Lady, the slave and maid can hear it clearly just now, how did the lady call the king, why, this is not the lady's temperament······"

Qiqin stood in the wind, quietly looking at the silent darkness in the distance, smiled helplessly, and didn't say anything, just raised her head slightly.

The stars in the sky were also eclipsed in that moment.

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Wen Tianxiang naturally didn't know that he had been cut by another person with a thousand knives in his heart just now, of course, even if he knew, he would smile calmly, and bluntly said that it was a familiar road for him, and the people in this world who wanted to cut him with a thousand knives were estimated to be able to fill half of the court.

When he saw Ye Yingwu come out with a black face, Xie Fangde naturally let out a "grunt" in his heart, this Ye Yanei looked a little difficult to serve, and it seemed that he didn't like the emergency reports of his subordinates very much like other officials. But if he really does this, it is not worthy of me Xie Fang to regard him as the lord. Could it be that what we see on that little hill today is just an illusion, a coincidence?

"Senior brother, what's the matter?" Ye Yingwu said impatiently, and did not pay attention to the little official who was almost in the dark behind Wen Tianxiang, but said that he was a follower who came together, "But if there is any change in Mongolia ahead, or is there a shortage of food and money, if so, call the few people in the side courtyard, and we ······will discuss it together."

Wen Tianxiang smiled, but did not answer, but first bowed his hand to salute, since he had already determined the subordinate relationship between himself and Ye Yingwu, then he should salute when he saw Ye Yingwu, Wen Tianxiang has always been a person who likes to abide by etiquette.

Seeing Ye Yingwu nodding in response, Wen Tianxiang turned to the side and let Xie Fang, who was almost hidden in the dark, out, and said with a smile: "Foolish brother is not talented, fortunately he has not been dishonored, this is Xie Fang's direct brother Xie Jun." ”

Hearing the thunderous name that he had silently recited in his heart for an unknown number of times, Ye Yingwu's originally gloomy face immediately turned cloudy and clear, and he subconsciously looked the inconspicuous little official standing in the dark up and down, and suddenly remembered something in his heart: "You······ You're not accompanying someone today······ I didn't expect ······ I didn't expect ······ It's a short-sighted ······."

Ye Yingwu muttered to himself, while he had already taken three steps and made two steps to rush forward, carefully looking at this hero who was as famous as Wen Tianxiang in future history, and Wen Tianxiang's natural indifference Compared with the calm and indifference, the other of the "Two Mountains" in the Southern Song Dynasty seems more elegant and free, which should be inseparable from Xie Fang's half-Confucian and half-Taoist ideological views, you must know that even in his later exile career, this guy did not forget to visit the famous Taoist mountains everywhere.

Of course, at this time, Xie Fangde was wearing a patched official clothes, covered with dust, and his face could not hide the vicissitudes of life and haggardness, which made people have to sigh "Heroes also have downfalls". Of course, even if the tiger fell into Pingyang, because he knew the future fame of this benevolent brother, Ye Yingwu did not dare to underestimate it, the unhappiness on his face just now had disappeared cleanly, and was replaced by a sincere smile, which was extremely clear.

How did Xie Fang know that these changes on Ye Yingwu's face were naturally practiced after countless sincere confessions, and he was already very moved in his heart.

Wen Tianxiang on the side couldn't help but sigh in his heart, glared at Ye Yingwu fiercely, and walked to the side by himself. The change of face becomes quite fast, when to buy people's hearts This set also makes you play perfectly, you are really a future hero, and this routine is self-taught.

At the moment, he already had the heart to repay, Xie Fang had to stride out of the darkness, bowed respectfully, and then subconsciously straightened his waist, and said loudly: "The contemptible person is the little official in the daytime, and when he saw the demeanor of the envoy in the camp in the north of the city, he was really shocked, so he had the heart to serve, and Brother Song Rui came to visit at night, and he was moved, so he should serve the envoy, and hope that the envoy will not spare this half-old body!" ”

Before he finished speaking, the Huaxia spine, who was forty years old but still had a straight waist, knelt down on one knee straight.

Ye Yingwu was startled, and hurriedly rushed forward to help Xie Fang up, this guy is still acting on his own, but looking at the stubborn and sincere look in his eyes, it is estimated that it is true, and it doesn't look like he is acting at all······ With such a brilliant person, and Wen Tianxiang as my left arm and right arm, I finally don't have to worry about the stability of the rear in the future.

Looking at Xie Fangde's trembling hands and body with excitement, Ye Yingwu was silent for a moment, and then solemnly held the pair of hands that were full of wind and frost marks but were still strong and strong, and said softly: "Don't worry, if the sky is going to fall, a certain person will leave a place for you by your side." ”

Xie Fangde suddenly showed a little puzzlement, Ye Yingwu turned his head sideways and glanced at Wen Tianxiang who was standing there quietly, Wen Tianxiang smiled at him helplessly, and already understood what it meant. Ye Yingwu nodded slightly, and then said calmly: "When the time comes, let's stand together." ”

Seven words, the wind is light and the clouds are light, but behind them symbolizes infinite thorns.

The hot blood all over his body seemed to be gushing out of his chest, and a forty-year-old man, it is said that he is not confused, but he can't help but burst into tears. For so many years, the Southern Song Dynasty has been in the southeast and has been oppressed, and it is too necessary for someone to redeem all this.

Xie Fang believed in his heart for no reason that the young man in front of him was the best candidate.

Ye Yingwu's eyes couldn't help but be a little moist, and he didn't know when he had already done a fake show. When I was a child, I was very bored and read the phonetic version of "Five Thousand Years Up and Down", and I used to think that these people were too stupid and loyal, and they didn't know how to be flexible in the world, but now that they are immersed in the scene, I realize that I am as stupid and loyal as them, because you, me, and him, standing here, the object of loyalty is no longer the weak, bullied Southern Song Dynasty court, but the entire Chinese nation.

For the sake of the continuation of the national dress.

I'm afraid this is why, in the face of the personal persuasion of the little emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty, Wen Tianxiang still coldly refused, if it was necessary to resist the decree to maintain this crown, then he would resist the decree.

At this time, Wen Tianxiang stood aside, quietly watching the two people holding each other's palms, as if those two hands had infinite strength and infinite hope, the national hero who wrote the "Guide Book" in the future and became famous through the ages, just stood there quietly, but smiled, laughed so bright and happy.

It was as if he saw through the layers of darkness and layers of dust a ray of light, a ray of hope, under the pressure of the dark clouds in the north.