The dawn of the sky slowly crossed Zhongshan and shone on the Chaoyang Gate. The red walls and blue tiles in the imperial city also shine brightly at the beginning of the day. A little farther away, Qingliang Mountain is lush and green, and the Qinhuai water is sparkling.

Jiangnan beautiful land, Jinling Imperial Prefecture. It is here that the capital of the Ming Dynasty and the capital of Yingtianfu are in heaven.

One thousand years and seven hundred years ago, King Chuwei annexed Wu Yue, climbed Qingliang Mountain, which is still called Stone City, and pointed out the rivers and mountains.

"Build a city here. Well, it's called Jinling. ”

Suddenly a hundred years, the Spring and Autumn Five Hegemons, the Warring States Seven Heroes, all into clouds and smoke, the first emperor dominated the world, out of patrol here, accompanied by Fang Shi Wangzhong Mountain, respectfully reported, there is a son of heaven here, extremely prosperous.

Qin Shi Huang frowned, and the sword of the Son of Heaven in his hand shook slightly, so he opened the mountain and cut the water. Hollow out the heart of Zhongshan Mountain, block it with gold and iron, and lead the water of Qinhuai to wash, still not at ease, dig a turtle-like big pool between Zhongshan and Stone City, suppress the dragon qi, change Jinling to Moling, straw, livestock forage also, intentions at a glance.

Whether it is useful or not is inscrutable, and the second Qin died. Sun Quan of the Three Kingdoms built the capital here and renamed it Jianye, wanting to use this place as the cornerstone, swallow Shu and seize Wei, and build the great cause of the emperor.

Beginning with Sun Quan, six dynasties built their capitals here, so Jinling was enshrined as the ancient capital of six dynasties. It may be that he believes too much in the spirit of the Son of Heaven and the dragon and the tiger, and he thinks that the world is in hand when he settles in Jinling, and these dynasties change quickly, and they do not account for a few lines of big characters in the expensive history.

Tang Dynasty Taizong Li Shimin, when the change has been renamed Jianye Jinling for Baixia City, the meaning is very straightforward, I did not spend a soldier, in this place in vain to accept the Du Fuwei who led the troops to Shun, so it is called Baixia. Whether it is admiration or sarcasm, elusive.

After Jinling has been renamed several times, Jiangning, Shengzhou, Jiankang Mansion of the Great Song Dynasty, Jiqing Road of the Yuan Dynasty, until Zhu Yuanzhang, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, captured Jiqing, founded the country here, set this place as Kyoto, waved his hand, pulled out the sword, and spoke with a Fengyang accent,

"This place is given a name to heaven, and those who oppose it are beheaded. ”

Jinling has become Yingtian, and the old Yingtian people are still used to calling Jinling, after all, the ancestors have called many names for generations with the dynasties like watching the flowers, and they have not lost Jinling.

Although the Son of Heaven is ethereal, but if you climb Zhongshan Mountain, look down on Jinling, the momentum of the dragon and the tiger is clear at a glance, Zhongshan is unruly and winding for the green dragon, Qingliang Mountain is obedient and low for the white tiger, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the weather is magnificent, the aura of the Yangtze River is rolling, the spirit of the towering Chinese country is inherited, sitting in the south and facing the north, and the Central Plains is remotely controlled. Jinling is worthy of the state of the emperor.

The sky is already bright, and the city of Jinling is bustling and lively.

There are many temples, it happens to be the fifteenth, and the pious pilgrims naturally get up early in the morning, preparing to worship a Buddha in each temple and ask for a lot, and their hearts are peaceful.

On the bank of the Qinhuai River, the brothels of Qinglou on both sides of the river are really five steps on the first floor, ten steps and one pavilion, the corridor waist is manback, and the eaves are pecked high, you can peek into the grand occasion of the Afang Palace in that year.

The fireworks women, who had been busy all night, went out in pairs, ate and drank in a nearby restaurant, made up for their bodies, and prepared to go back to recuperate their spirits and fight again at night.

A street away, is the Confucius Temple, the gathering place of literati and wise men, these talented people, some of them are asleep, get up to sacrifice the five internal organs temple, start the day's poetry and songs, and some seem to have just come from the next street, their eyes are black, their waists and knees are sore, they are still swinging when they walk, their eyes are shining and staring at the meat buns, like wolves.

On the bank of the Qinhuai River, a figure sat in the Qifang Pavilion, gobbling up, and the double hammer behind his waist clanged from time to time.

That day in Hangzhou City, when he woke up, he didn't see Qi Chen carrying two swords, Tie Lingshuang was quite strange, could it be that he was split by thunder, shook his head, and forgot about this person. Pack up your luggage, go downstairs to the stable and take out the big black horse that you haven't seen for two days, comfort it in a low voice for a long time, wait until it loses its temper, fly on the horse, step on the clean and refreshing bluestone street after the rainstorm, all the way out of the city, straight to Jinling.

After coming back and throwing the briefing on the table of the Commander Zuo, Tie Lingshuang didn't want to live in the dark and dreary big black cage anymore, so he rented a small courtyard next to Sanshan Street, stayed for two days and saw that no one came to drive him away, let go of his body and mind, ate and slept all day long, and lived the years in the mountains.

I got up early today, my stomach was empty, I put on a blue and gray regular clothes, put on a dust-proof gauze coat, inserted a long knife, hung a double hammer behind me, and carried a short gun in my hand, and went out.

People who seek the world naturally think of Jinling's military geography first, and those who seek early thought of Jinling's food first. When you arrive in Jinling, if you haven't eaten Qinhuai's Eight Uniques, you must be the kind that doesn't stop while riding a horse.

Having stayed here for a few years, Tie Lingshuang hated many things he encountered, but he preferred Qin Huai's Eight Uniques in Jinling. Although he is only the escort of the left commander, the food and drink belong to the left commander, and he can go to the Beizhen Fusi for reimbursement, and Tie Lingshuang will naturally not have a cheap stomach.

Every morning, I will run over, eat from the west of the river to the east of the river, from the first to the eighth, and eat back if the food is not enjoyable.

The snack bars on both sides regarded this person as the god of wealth's grandmother, although they often smashed the tables, chairs and benches in the room, but fortunately, they all paid double compensation as usual.

Today, I was sitting in Qifang Pavilion, with a short gun on the table, duck fat shortbread in one hand, and assorted vegetable buns in the other, tasting this fourth must, ready to eat, and then going to the third must-have Liufengju next door, drinking a few bowls of tofu curd from him, and by the way, comparing the taste difference between the scallion oil baked cake and the duck fat shortbread in the store.

"Hey, isn't this a big rice bucket? I haven't seen you for a few days, so I thought you died somewhere. ”

The male duck has a loud voice, a frivolous tone, and his words are extremely vicious and vicious, with a strong sense of hatred, and after a sentence, a group of people around him burst into laughter.

Swallowing the shortbread, still holding the assorted buns in his hand, Tie Lingshuang was not shocked, took a bite of the buns, and turned his head to look out the door.

Seven or eight people came, all of them in their early twenties, all of them in military uniforms, and the person who shouted had a pair of white eyes, a nose and a big mouth facing the sky, how ugly and ugly it was, wearing a tiger's head swallowing gold armor, and a general's helmet on his head that was obviously one size bigger, carrying a Daguan knife in his hand, and putting on a good posture, with a dignified face.

A group of people behind him, all dressed in armor and carrying spears or axes in their hands, stared at Tie Lingshuang through gritted teeth.

Baozi swallowed his belly, Tie Lingshuang threw a silver melon seed on the table, reached out and picked up the short gun, and stepped out of the door, and the group of people retreated three or four steps together and came to the middle of the road.

With the short gun on his shoulder, Tie Lingshuang glanced at them contemptuously and asked lightly,

"Is it a broken hand or a broken foot this time?"

A flash of panic flashed on the faces of a bunch of people, but thinking of their own identity and what happened in Junzige's Pavilion back then, their teeth clenched, and that person waved his knife, put on a posture of reading at night, and shouted loudly,

"It's your turn to break your hands and feet this time!"

The shopkeepers selling snacks around were not panicked at all, as if watching a play, while opening up their business, they smiled contemptuously at the corners of their mouths, looking at the group of people who reflected the sunlight and the tips of their armor and guns flashed dazzlingly.

This kind of feeling of hatred is similar to love, it is very wonderful, love the house and the black, and the hated house is also the black. In the Battle of Jingyan that year, the fathers and grandparents of this group of people followed the King of Yan at that time all the way through the barrier and showed off their might.

I didn't want to be in Jinan Mansion, but I met Tie Xuan, the political envoy of Shandong, the secretary of the military department, and Tie Lingshuang's father. There are many people who have been beaten and lost their armor, and there are no longer a few people who have lost their heads, and even the current Yongle Emperor almost died.

Zhu Di, the king of Yan, became famous, the flying dragon was in the sky, and he became the Yongle Emperor of the Ninety-Five, and Tie Xuan was executed by Ling Chi in the name of a rebel, and his bones were scattered. The fathers and grandparents of this group of people should be rewarded, those who should be promoted, and those who died should be posthumously rewarded.

After every tea and dinner, the parents and grandparents recalled the eventful years of the past, talked about Jingnan, talked about Jinan Tiexuan, gritted their teeth at the young children, scolded and cursed, so the hatred began to pass on, and in the hearts of the children, seeds were born.

A few years ago, I heard that Tie Xuan's daughter assassinated a heavy minister, was deposed, and disfigured, so she became a beggar in this Jinling City, and the children who grew up were overjoyed.

Ignoring the law, throwing away morality, and abandoning self-cultivation, people are no different from animals, and at the age of fourteen or fifteen, they are even more crazy. Ignoring the hatred in the eyes of the young phoenix, a group of people gathered around the corner, and they were about to add fists and kicks to Tie Lingshuang, a figure in brocade flashed out, showed his waist card, and said coldly,

"Don't do it. ”

Then the man turned and walked away.

The meritorious children knew that Jinyiwei was powerful, and they were angry in their hearts, but they also shrank back. Can't do it? The smart eyes rolled, knowing where the bottom line was, since he couldn't do it, he shouldn't be able to do it all the feet, so just move his mouth.

From this day on, as long as the beasts were interested, they came to the door and insulted them incessantly. The children of these generals have heard a lot of foul language since they were children, and they are very handy at scolding, starting from the eighteenth time of Tie Xuan's ancestors, and arranging them until their children and grandchildren in the future.

Finally, fifteen-year-old Tie Lingshuang held on to the wall, walked step by step, without looking back, gritted his silver teeth, swallowed the blood, and trembled all the way to Jiming Temple.

The emaciated body descended all the way to the depths of what seemed to be the eighteenth layer of hell,

"I promise to be your bodyguard. ”

In the small courtyard, a figure stood quietly in front of Tie Lingshuang, her eyes were warm, and the corners of her mouth were smiling, looking at Tie Lingshuang, who was looking up and gritting her teeth, staring at her with a ruthless killing intent in her eyes, without the slightest doubt that the person she wanted to kill the most must be herself.

The man nodded. Throw a bronze medal to Tie Lingshuang, "Hidden, Tie Lingshuang, left, east." It seems that it has been expected for a long time.

A year later, Tie Lingshuang tidied up her clothes, carried her father's Canglong Crying Blood Gun, the corners of her mouth were raised, and she pushed open the gate of the courtyard, and was about to step out of the door.

"Thou shalt not kill. ”

A faint voice came from his ears, Tie Lingshuang paused, looked back at the empty courtyard, looked up at the bean light in the attic, his eyes became cold, he lowered the corners of his mouth, snorted coldly, and closed the door with a bang.

"Huh. ”

If you don't kill people, you don't kill people, Tie Lingshuang inquired, today most of the meritorious children of Jinling City have chartered the Junzi Pavilion and want to chant poems and admire the moon.

Go to the Junzi Pavilion to see the terrain, the three-story building, a gate, a back side door, not far away, and the famous 12 gold hairpins in the city to look at the green building, it is said that the 12 gold hairpins also have a party tonight, and a certain songwriter everyone plays the piano and argues, just can look at the Junzi Pavilion from afar.

I went to the city and went to the pharmacy to buy a large bag of croton, which is the most heat-clearing and toxin-dispelling thing, but it is more rough, often accompanied by severe diarrhea, and the evil fire in the body is poured out. Tie Lingshuang carried the croton, carried the iron gun, and had a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, which frightened the pedestrians on the road to dodge.

As soon as it was dark, Tie Lingshuang flashed into the courtyard and found the wine cellar, a wine jar and a handful of crotons, just right, a large bag of crotons was not left at all.

Lying on the roof of the building, counting the hours, the downstairs was full of wine and aroma, and a group of meritorious disciples, regardless of whether they had provoked Tie Lingshuang or not, were full of red ears and red ears, and they opened their mouths to start with the, how could there be a trace of the elegance of chanting poetry and admiring the moon.

Seeing that the moon is in the middle, all the coolly dressed fair ladies in the twelve golden hairpins next to him are surrounded by a handsome and talented man with a face like a silver plate.

With a sneer, he rolled over and swept downstairs, walked into the courtyard, lifted a rockery, blocked the back door, and lifted another one, smashing down the latrine.

kicked the little second brother who came to stop him. Tie Lingshuang carried the iron gun, and the wooden steps that he stepped on creaked step by step, came to the door, and raised his foot to smash the closed main door.

Looking at a group of people with red faces, drunken eyes, drunk eyes, and angry glaring at themselves as an uninvited guest, Tie Lingshuang carried a short gun on his shoulder, raised his head, his phoenix eyes were shining, and his voice was cold and rampant,

"Today, you're all going to get out of here. ”

Jokes, this group of meritorious children walk dogs and fight cocks in Jinling City on weekdays, doing all kinds of evil, and they have always only bullied others, but today they were pressed on the head, which is really his grandmother's unreasonableness.

The snorting gentleman raised his drunken eyes, glanced at Tie Lingshuang twice, and was overjoyed, leaned to the middle table, and muttered.

A stout figure on the main table in the middle stood up, looked up to the sky and smiled, stretched out his hand to touch the knife, didn't want to come out to drink today, changed into regular clothes, did not bring a knife, simply picked up the pear wood chair, and stepped forward,

"You are the daughter of the traitor Tie Xuan, and you dare to appear in Jinling, I"

was about to open his mouth to be presumptuous, suddenly there was a colicing pain in his abdomen accompanied by a courging and screaming, and the beads of sweat on his face fell down with a crackle, and he gritted his teeth and endured it for a long time, looking at Tie Lingshuang who was staring at the corners of his mouth in front of him, and then looked back at a group of brothers who were frowning and looking at him, and they were about to be ruthless, and the colic was even worse.

"I'll go to the latrine first. ”

After that, he ignored the sluggish crowd, threw down the chair, and was about to rush out with red eyes.

The iron spear swept away, and the man flew up, in mid-air, and the obscurity poured out of his mouth, accompanied by a loud and cheerful sound, and the crotch of his pants became a muddy field.

A group of gentlemen were covering their noses in horror to dodge, not wanting to scream, so they bent down in turn, clutching their stomachs tightly.

took out the thick handkerchief he had just bought from his arms, covered his mouth and nose, only a pair of phoenix eyes were melodious, Tie Lingshuang flashed out, and the dull impact sound was accompanied by the cracking sound of bones, the sound of wailing and hissing, and the loud sound of breathing. In the Gentleman's Pavilion, figures smashed windows and rolled into the courtyard.

It is said that a wandering poet who looked like a silver platter once sighed to his friend,

"That year, the twelve hairpins of Jinling were closely accompanied, for my brother and I were like entering the flower group, I was going to wait for the late night to visit one by one, I didn't want to smell in the Junzi Pavilion opposite, the first floor to the third floor flew out of the road yellow and green figures, hands and feet were broken, rolling forward, maggots in general. Alas, the beauty is not interested at all, and I can only end up gloomily as a brother. It's sad, it's sad, it's annoying!