"Whoa...... Come with me to dinner! ”

Han Chanjuan looked at He An with some expectation.

"Another day...... Okay? I...... Something else! ”

He An replied somewhat absent-mindedly.

"What's the matter? I've been upset lately...... I want you to stay with me...... Why is your face so ugly? Didn't you get a good night's rest last night? ”

Han Chanjuan looked at the bloodshot in He An's eyes and asked with some concern.

"I'm fine, you go back and rest early...... I have to hurry back and finish annotating the rest of the book, Wen Ruo is going back to his hometown, it's too late...... I'm afraid I won't have time to give it to her! ”

Han Chanjuan already had something on her mind, and when she heard that He An cared so much about Ding Wenruo, her heart was like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, and she puffed up angrily: "I don't allow you to be so good to her......"

Wen Ruo has just lost her loved ones, and at this time, she needs the comfort and help of the people around her...... Teacher Ding has always taken a lot of care of me and Dazhi, and if Wen treats me like a brother, what can I do for her...... That's all there is to it! He An patiently explained.

Han Chanjuan listened to him and never leave Wen Ruo, she felt extremely uncomfortable, and said angrily: "I don't listen, I don't listen, I just don't allow you to be so good to her!" ”

Seeing that she was quite unreasonable, He An couldn't help but be irritable, and raised his voice and said, "Miss, why don't you have any sympathy?" I just know how to mess around......"

"Then why don't you sympathize with me? Have you considered my feelings? ”

Han Chanjuan is unrelenting, these days, because He An is going to enlist in the army and go to the front line, she is depressed and has nowhere to go. However, Aunt Xue told her a very bad news today, so she couldn't wait to come to He An.

"It's unreasonable!"

The more the two talked, the more stiff they became, and He An was also angry, and he threw down a sentence angrily and walked away.

Where did Han Chanjuan suffer such grievances since she was a child? She stood in place, tears rolling in her eyes, looking at He An's departing back, and shouted with a crying voice: "He An, I hate you......"

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The sky gradually brightened, and when the first morning light was on, He An finally finished annotating all the books, he blew out the oil lamp, washed his face with cold water, and woke up the sleeping Fan Dazhi.

Today is the day when Ding Feiyong leaves Beijing.

Outside the Changxia Gate, on both sides of the official road, the grass is green, the willow branches are clinging, more than ten carriages are parked on the side of the road, the cars are full, the front carriage is pulling the coffin, Ding Feiyong stands on the side of the road, and several colleagues who came to see him off are sorry to say goodbye, Ding Wenruo picked up the curtain and looked into the distance, his eyes were miserable......

Gu Qingzhou, who was dressed in brocade, stepped out of the carriage, and saw a group of ministers talking to Ding Feiyong from afar, he frowned slightly, it was better to send charcoal in the snow than icing on the cake, I didn't expect that these old foxes in the court were here.

Gu Qingzhou just wanted to see Ding Wenruo, and didn't want to meet these people, and was about to find a place to wait, when he suddenly saw He An and Fan Dazhi under the willow tree on the side, and both of them carried a package in their hands.

"Brother He An, Brother Dazhi, you are also here to see off Ding Shilang? Well...... In the hands of the two brothers...... Is this a gift to Ding Shilang? ”

Gu Qingzhou walked slowly and joked with a chuckle.

He An saw that it was Gu Qingzhou, and said frankly: "Brother Gu misunderstood, this is a book for Wen Ruo, she returned to her hometown for three years, I annotated the books that need to be learned in the future of Zhixing Academy, she returned to her hometown to study slowly, so as not to waste her studies!"

"Xiao An's ...... for this I stayed up for a few nights and didn't sleep, alas...... If the teacher and Wen Ruo leave, I will never be able to eat such delicious dishes again! ”

Fan Dazhi scratched his head and muttered on the side.

Gu Qingzhou's heart moved, and he stepped forward and hugged He An's shoulder affectionately: "Brother He An, you know that I have been caring about Wen Ruo for a long time...... Can you give me these books, and I will give them to her, and she will be grateful to me...... You have done me a great favor, my brother is grateful! ”

"It's okay, then there is Brother Lao Gu!"

Gu Qingzhou is righteous, and he takes a lot of care of He An and Fan Dazhi on weekdays, He An didn't think about it, and promised with his mouth, in his opinion, whoever sends these books is the same, all for Wen Ruo.

"Good brother! I, Gu Qingzhou, didn't misread you! ”

Gu Qingzhou was overjoyed, and hurriedly took the package from He An's hand.

The people who saw them off gradually left, and Ding Feiyong waved goodbye one by one.

He An and the three of them stepped forward, Gu Qingzhou looked at the emaciated and haggard Ding Wenruo in the carriage, felt pity in his heart, and said softly: "Wenruo, this is a thousand miles away, cherish all the way!" These days...... I forgot to sleep and eat, and sent you all the books that I want to learn in the future, and I have a sincere heart for you, and the world can learn from ......."

Ding Feiyong watched coldly from the sidelines, and when he heard this, he snorted coldly.

Gu Qingzhou was suddenly frightened and didn't dare to say any more.

"Wen Ruo, take it, this is Brother Gu's heart!"

He An echoed on the side.

When Ding Wenruo heard this, he took the package expressionlessly, the package was heavy, Wen Ruo was exhausted, and fell to the floor of the carriage with a "bang", the package lacing was loosened, and several books were scattered.

The spring breeze in the early morning was blowing, and the pages were rattling, Ding Wenruo looked down and saw the powerful font on the page, which was clearly He An's handwriting, Huo Ran raised his head, and his eyes swept over He An's bloodshot eyes.

Ding Wenruo Bingxue was smart, and his heart suddenly understood, all this must have been written by He An who stayed up late for a few days, and he couldn't help but be moved and sad, thinking that it would be difficult to see each other at the end of the world from now on, tears fell like rain for a while......

In the Daqing Hall, the imperial palace of the Great Chen Empire, Emperor Chen and his ministers had just finished discussing the war, looking at the two classes of courtiers dressed in vermilion below, and sighed: "Now...... Ding Xiang drove the crane west, but ...... The country can't be without a picture for a day, what do you Aiqing propose? ”

There was a lot of discussion in the hall, and in the midst of a buzzing sound, the counselor Huang Jiulang came out of the class and said: "Weichen recommends Cui Yizhong, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, Master Cui has the law in everything, is wise and accessible, works hard for the country, sleeps at night, thinks long-term, strategizes, and takes into account the overall situation, so the minister dares to recommend Lord Cui!" ”

In the imperial history, King Cheng played in unison: "Although Lord Cui is a capable minister, his qualifications are still shallow, please think deeply about ......"

The officials of the Cui family were suddenly unhappy, and they asked for the performance, and the officials of the opposing family also shouted, and there was chaos in the court......

As soon as Emperor Chen patted the dragon case, there was a sudden silence below, and Emperor Chen's majestic gaze slowly swept over the people of His Royal Highness, and said loudly: "I have made up my mind, and I will make Cui Yizhong the prime minister......"

Cui Zhixia got the news that his father was named prime minister, it was already evening, he looked up to the sky and laughed three times, so he asked his subordinates to prepare a banquet, this big happy event, must be celebrated.

At this moment, a steward came to report that there was a person who claimed to be Bi Yunfei and asked him to go to Daguanlou to talk about it.

"Just in time!" Cui Zhixia smiled faintly and went out in style.

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"Just in time!"

Chen Long crouched behind a mound and gestured to the brothers next to him.

Several people slowly drew the long knives at their waists, their sharp eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light, and looked ahead......

They are a group of horse thieves, in this barren land in the northwest, robbing houses everywhere, killing people and goods, and doing business without capital.

Now that Xiliang is at war with the Great Chen Empire, there are many people who have fled, and there are many fat sheep on this road.

The wind is tight, blowing the loess all over the sky, and there is a faint figure in front of you.

Long Chen clenched the knife in his hand, and his body swept down the mound like an agile leopard.

The clothes were flying, the cold knives were flickering, and more than a dozen horse thieves led by Chen Long were surrounded in the middle, and they were stunned when they saw the appearance of the person who came clearly.

"Amitabha!"

The person who came turned out to be a bald monk, dressed in a shabby monk's robe and carrying a package, looking more like an ascetic.

The monk did not have the slightest fear on his face, his calm and abnormal palms were folded, he chanted the Buddha's name, and his eyes were as clear as water and looked around at the horse thieves.

"Phew!"

Chen Long took a sip stupidly.

"Great monk, take out the valuable things on your body, spare you from death!" A horse thief said with a sinister face as he held a dangling knife.

"That's right! I heard that the Buddha in the temple is so rich, if there is a golden Buddha or something, hurry up and take it out! Another horse thief chimed in.

"Amitabha...... Sin, sin! ”

The great monk who looked like an ascetic, as if he had just woken up to the fact that he had encountered a robber, reached out and took out a bowl from his bulging arms, held it in his hand and said: "Donors, the most valuable thing on my body is only this, if you don't dislike it, take it!"

"Bald donkey, you're here to entertain Lao Tzu!" A grumpy horse thief jumped out and swung his iron rod into the bowl in the monk's hand.

With a "dang bang", the copper bowl was knocked to the ground, dripping and spinning.

"Sin, sin!"

The monk didn't care about being beaten bloodied, squatted down and picked up the copper bowl, but the package on his shoulder was snatched away.

The two horse thieves opened the package and found that it contained a few volumes of scriptures, two pairs of monk's shoes, a few changes of clothes and other worthless things, and threw them on the ground.

"Damn, I've been waiting for a long time, waiting for you dead bald donkey!"

A horse thief was annoyed and angry, and the back of the monk's head was a shock.

"Why did the donor beat me?"

The monk rubbed the pimple on his head, raised his eyebrows like a cicada, and said with some dissatisfaction.

As soon as he finished speaking, he received two more blows on the head.

"Beat you, I'll fucking beat you like a Buddha!" A horse thief laughed, and was even more merciless, bending two fingers and hitting the monk's bald head hard.

"Bang!" The horse thief armed with an iron rod struck the monk on the head.

The monk's head suddenly broke and blood flowed, and blood flowed down his eyebrows, staining half of his cheeks red.

The monk stretched out his fingers, wiped the blood that flowed to his lips, his face showed a holy glow, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You insult me, it's okay!" But insulting the Buddha will make you unbearable! ”

"Then Lao Tzu will send you to hell!" The violent horse thief slashed at the monk's shoulder.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate!"

The monk's face was full of compassion, his palms were folded, and his voice was low: "Then let the poor monk surpass you!"