The border of Southern Chu, outside the Dingbei Palace. A peerless woman stands alone in front of the door.

A red dress was worn on her body, like a touch of the sun dyeing the entire autumn wind red. A pair of amorous eyes looked at it from afar, and a pair of cherry lips trembled unconcealably. How many passers-by have been provoked by her delicate face, but when she showed that tender smile, how many people's souls were hurt, just because she smiled not for anything else, just for that person.

"Official." The woman, named Red Sleeves, stepped out step by step and poured into a man's arms. The man, with his arms outstretched, and his black coat, like a pair of huge wings, covered the woman in his arms.

"Redsleeves, what's the matter outside?" Zhang Bianjiang said softly, the woman in his arms was just lying in his arms stupidly, sucking greedily, this rare reunion.

"I'm afraid you're lying to me again, I'm afraid you're leaving temporarily." Red Sleeves said with some complaint.

The man and the woman hugged tighter, his distress was visible to the naked eye, but his eyes looked coldly ahead.

Beiding Palace, the wide main gate is open at this time, and a basalt stone tablet stands in front of the main gate of the palace. There are four big characters written on it, "one shot in the world", and behind the stele, it is written that "the military attache dismounts, the civil officials fall into the sedan chair, do not worship when they see it, enter the palace without yielding, the world will be the door, and the Zhangjia in the north will be fixed." ”

This is a manifestation of identity, a manifestation of the emperor's trust. Some people see it as power, some people see it as responsibility, but Zhang Bianjiang looked at him and felt that he was looking at a rein, this reins were firmly wrapped around the necks of all the Zhang family, and the name of this reins was loyalty.

……

Zhang Bianjiang took a deep breath, he patted the back of the red sleeves, and said, "It's time to get down to business." ”

The good-looking woman was obviously stunned, and then said: "The official family is still late, the white face ran away yesterday, and the old man has already sent a notice to tell the doorman at home, saying that he must let you come back when he sees you." ”

Zhang Bianjiang nodded, as expected: "What about the old man?" What attitude? ”

The red sleeves froze and only said, "The old man beat that white face." ”

Zhang Bianjiang frowned: "How hard did you fight?" ”

Red Sleeves: "Didn't die." ”

Zhang Bianjiang smiled bitterly: "That is the salvation that there is?" ”

Red Sleeves looked up at him: "The official can wait a little longer, and he doesn't have to come to see the old man." ”

Zhang Bianjiang rubbed his red-sleeved hair: "But I'm afraid that I've been waiting for a long time, and the old man is even more angry." ”

The red sleeves looked at Zhang Bianjiang with affection, Zhang Bianjiang knew how to lower his head and kiss deeply. The attendants who followed Zhang Bianjiang all turned their faces, and some couldn't bear to look directly at the men and women who were making love on the street.

After half a ring, Zhang Bianjiang slowly raised his head and let go of the hand around the woman's waist.

"Let's go, Redsleeves, go back and wait for me." Zhang Bianjiang Road.

The good-looking woman just smiled bitterly. Watching the back of the frontier and walk into the mansion, he was followed by a few attendants, carrying his dragon head and leopard tail.

She knew she couldn't stop him, as she always did.

She just hated herself for not being able to help him, as always.

The autumn wind kills and rolls up gale winds.

The Beiding Royal Mansion is very large, how big is it? If you really want to compare, you can probably accommodate 20 Buddhist temples. The tall courtyard wall isolates everything from this side of the world, and there are barracks, martial arts arenas, library pavilions, pill medicine workshops, and small pavilions, with birds singing and flowers.

Zhang Bianjiang walked between such buildings and walked straight towards the martial arts arena.

Before he arrived, he saw the dust on the martial arts arena. The powerful man beats the drum, and the musician sings gold. When I got closer, I saw a dozen or so strong men besieging an old man in full armor on the battlefield.

"What? Don't dare to go on? The old man touched his beard, and his tone was quite impatient, and he lifted the more than 3-meter-long ash stick in his hand and scolded: "You don't even have the courage to draw a knife against me, do you still want to survive on the battlefield?" Zhang Menglong, he has never brought such a cowardly soldier! ”

After a scolding, the big men clenched the blades in their hands, and they shouted and rushed towards the old man, wielding their blades without reservation.

The old man waved the long stick in his hand lightly. That ash rod seemed to have become the most terrifying murder weapon in the world in an instant, and every attack would knock a strong man to the ground, and every attack would be accompanied by Zhang Menglong's scolding.

"It's not strong enough, the knife is not like you dance. The footsteps are vain, go back and take a horse step again. With a meteor hammer, you would have died long ago on the battlefield with all your bells and whistles! ……

With a sound, the 3-meter ash pole waved, and soon the men on the field were lying on the ground.

Zhang Menglong, as soon as he stood up the long pole, said, "The next batch!" ”

Zhang Bianjiang on the side saw it, and knew that this was Zhang Menglong using training to lose his temper, looking at the pleading eyes of those sparring soldiers who took a step forward, and called: "Dad." ”

Zhang Menglong turned his head, and after seeing Zhang Bianjiang, he said goodbye.

"Who are you, I don't have a son like you."

Zhang Bianjiang smiled: "Dad, but why?" ”

Zhang Menglong turned his head and glared, with a pair of tiger eyes blazing: "I don't have a son!" I only have two sons, one died in Nanmang for the opening of the country, and the other died in Jingxiang for the country! You? Where did you come from? ”

Zhang Bianjiang just smiled: "It came out of my mother's belly." ”

Zhang Menglong flicked his sleeves: "Don't mention your mother to me!" ”

The two fathers and sons stood there, Zhang Menglong did not move, and Zhang Bianjiang did not move.

In the end, Zhang Menglong opened his mouth: "Do you remember the ancestral teachings of the Zhang family?" Loyal to the country, never interfere in politics! Do you remember? The situation above this court is changing, what does it have to do with us. The rivers and lakes call our Dingbei City the three cities, and the Zhang family is listed as the fourth family, what do we have to do with it? Our Zhang family has guarded the border for Southern Chu for generations, was born in the frontier, fought in the frontier, died in the frontier, and there should be nothing else. This is the life of our Zhang family, do you understand? ”

Zhang Bianjiang lowered his head and did not reply.

Zhang Menglong: "Talk back!" ”

Zhang Bianjiang raised his head, and the two looked at each other.

Zhang Menglong: "Why don't you answer!" ”

Zhang Bianjiang: "Because it's unfilial to talk too much." ”

Zhang Menglong: "Do you still know that it is unfilial?" ”

Zhang Bianjiang smiled bitterly: "So I didn't reply." ”

Zhang Menglong said: "Why did you let the Yama Hall assassinate the people of the Heavenly Sect, are you targeting the people of the Buddhist family, what are your plans." ”

Zhang Bianjiang: "I told my father, will my father support me?" ”

Zhang Menglong said fiercely: "No! ”

Zhang Bianjiang: "Then it's not necessary. ”

Zhang Menglong looked at Zhang Bianjiang, and the two looked at each other.

Half-ringing, Zhang Menglong just squeezed out two words: "Rebel." And those eyes were already red.