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Shanhaiguan. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The mountains rise and fall one after another, like a black snake, entrenched between two plains, in this mountain, is a towering pass, connected to the Great Wall, the whole Shanhaiguan is no different from most of the towns in the border fortress, the soldiers wearing cotton armor and spitting white breath, the merchants leading the camels, from the various exits of the pass, is a straight gallop, the shouts of the soldiers, the bells under the camels' necks, and the noise of various accents are mixed together, even the snow on the distant mountains seems to be melted by this bustle.

And at this time, at the city gate facing Liaodong, a team of knights quickly passed through the door hole, rushed straight into the pass, and arrived at an inn on the street in front of the horse, and the first knight was full of momentum, stepped on the stirrup and got off the horse, looked at the inn, and then walked into the inn, patted the wine cabinet, and shouted: "People come, hit the tip, prepare a few upper rooms, find some hot water, and, serve the uncle's horses." ”

His voice was like thunder, and the dust on the beams of the room fell in a flutter.

Many of them who come and go here are military masters from the past, either they went out of the customs with appointments, or they were recalled to Beijing to report on their work, all of them had a very loud voice and a momentum like a rainbow. This kind of offended a small shop like the inn, the guy listened to his words, immediately cheered up, obediently said goodbye, and quickly went outside to Zhang Luo.

At this time, several more samurai came in with their swords, and Hawkeye glanced around the inn, as if looking for suspicious people, etc., and then they stood on one side, and when an old man with white hair and a wrinkled face walked outside, all the samurai bowed down together, and one of them had already turned his body to the second floor with his sword, as if he was searching for something, and when his deerskin boots clattered down the corridor, he saluted the old man, and said, "My lord, the top is ready." ”

The old man nodded his head, his face a little cold and sophisticated, and he went upstairs surrounded by the samurai with his hands behind his back.

The door of a side room was pushed open, and the old man walked in, and when he reached the threshold, he unconsciously shook his boots.

Most of this is the habit of the nobles of the capital, when they come back from outside, they often use their boots to gently knock the threshold, although they do not shake off much dust, but they have already developed a custom and are difficult to change.

There was already a person in this room, dressed in a Confucian shirt, wearing a square scarf, with his hands behind his back, and he was looking up at a calligraphy on the wall.

The old man coughed lightly, and the Confucian turned his eyes to look at the old man's gaze, and the two of them showed a knowing smile.

The old man laughed and said, "What, Mr. Wen is also interested in this kind of calligraphy and painting?" ”

The person called Mr. Wen shook his head slowly, with a quiet smile, his whole person looked plain, but those eyes made people feel like they were falling into a bag.

Mr. Wen sat down generously, made a gesture of invitation, and then said: "This kind of calligraphy, presumably made by a martial artist, although the pen is crude, but there is a bit of charm of the big open, full of murderous spirit, if it is a student to quell the rebellion, such a calligraphy, it is also a good product, I don't know where the innkeeper found it, put this here, it is quite appropriate." ”

The old man sat opposite this Mr. Wen with a smile, and a serious smile swept over him, and said, "Oh? What a word for the occasion, sir. ”

Mr. Wen smiled seriously, the sharpness flashed away, and said slowly: "My lord entered the customs this time, he is seeking to survive in death, and he will be killed at any time, isn't this calligraphy enough to meet the occasion?" He smiled and changed his sitting posture, and continued: "However, Liaodong can't continue to stay, adults don't want to live forever between the white mountains and black waters, they must go back to Beijing, hey, if the student is an adult, it is better to continue to stay in Liaodong, and live secretly, what's wrong." went to Jingshi, although he was a fan of red flowers and green leaves, drunken gold, but everywhere was murderous, swords and swords, and there was no time to live in peace. ”

A trace of hatred flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said lightly: "Does Mr. think that if you stay in Liaodong, you will have a good life?" Hmph, there is not much imperial history in Liaodong, no one is staring, the mongrel in the palace is not how to clean up the old man, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, how could the old man think that in the end, he inherited the unification. If you don't go back, the old man will be killed in Liaodong sooner or later, rather than this, it is better to survive in the dead as Mr. said, at least in the capital, in front of the public, that bastard still doesn't dare to do anything to the old man. ”

Mr. Wen just sighed bitterly, shook his head, and pursed his lips.

The old man immediately said: "It's just that the old man is going to Beijing here, but he also knows that there are many dangers, I don't know why the old man taught me?" ”

Mr. Wen smiled faintly: "It's not easy to survive in death, but Wen wants to say that His Majesty ordered the Lord to be reinstated as the commander of the Jinyi Guard, which is not that Your Majesty has eliminated the mustard with you, but to block the mouths of the people of the world. But it's one thing to take the adults for the time being, and it's another thing to wait for the opportunity to retaliate, Your Majesty has long held a grudge against the adults, how can he easily let the adults go, so the students just said that the adults will die a life if they go. To put it bluntly, adults can be rich for a while in Beijing, but it is difficult to be rich in this life. ”

The old man nodded thoughtfully, his face twitched, and said, "What the old man wants is long-term wealth, what can the gentleman do?" ”

Mr. Wen sighed and said: "My lord, this is to teach students to be embarrassed, Your Majesty's mind, not that students can change, now although the adults are appointed as the commander of the Jinyi Guard, but they are not not the adults on the blazing fire, at first, it may be warm, but sooner or later it will be burned to charcoal, adults want to keep it for a long time, there is a way, but once you take this step, there is no way to turn back." ”

The old man sneered: "Can the old man turn back?" ”

This sentence revealed the old man's determination, Liaodong can't stay anymore, what if he returns to Beijing and becomes the commander of the Jinyi Guard, the commander of the pro-army makes this thing all in the emperor's thoughts, as long as the emperor thinks about you, how long can you be beautiful.

Of course, the old man understands his situation, and at the moment there is no choice for him, and if he wants to survive in death, he must take risks.

Mr. Wen glanced at the old man, just pursed his lips and smiled, and suddenly said, "Then the student might as well write two words and give them to the adults." ”

He got up, went to get pen and ink, groaned slightly, and then began to write hard, just a moment's effort, two full and round characters fell on the snow-white paper, Mr. Wen raised his eyes and glanced at the old man, and said: "This matter is very important, adults need to think about it, one wrong step, every step is wrong." ”

The old man got up to look at the book, only to see the word 'King Ning' written on the book, the old man's face changed suddenly, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he sneered: "Mr. Wen, you are too bold!" ”

(To be continued)