Outside Lin'an City,

Thirty or forty miles away,

"Xiaoman has passed, and the mango seed is coming. ”

The sky was a little gloomy, there was no sunlight, but there was a little stuffiness in the air that was unique to the south, and the young man in a python robe on the tall horse looked at the busy crops in the fields and muttered.

"The east wind has dyed three thousand hectares, and the heron flies nowhere. ”

Zeng toasted and looked at the thousands of acres of fields are all patches of golden wheat, that is, the herons flying in the distance have not stopped, countless croppers are dragging their families to sweat and harvest like rain, and there is no one to take care of them at home, even the three or five-year-old dolls are playing in the wheat fields with their bare butts.

"Nanling is surrounded by Hezhuangri, and the wheat harvest in Gyeonggi is busy. ”

"It looks like I'm in the right place now that it's another good year. ”

Zeng toasted and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, looking at the smile on the corner of his mouth that was pleasing to the color of wheat, he couldn't hide it, in the end, he was also born in a poor family, and after he became famous, he didn't love money and women very much, and he only had two major preferences in his life, one was to teach and educate people in the school, and the other was to stand in the field and watch the busy scene when the autumn harvest was planted.

"People often say that I am rich and prosperous. ”

"Yanzhi pavilions and pavilions carved beams and painted buildings. ”

"It's all made up of the sweat of this grain. ”

Zeng toasted and stroked the long beard of his jaw and sighed.

"Master, what do you think of dry land?"

The young man in the python robe tightened the reins and slowed down his horse, and he toasted side by side.

"The dry land is like the body of a woman in a poem or painting. ”

"Thousands of miles up and down the north and south, the four seasons are distinct. ”

"It's far less plump than me. ”

"From north to south, thousands of miles, the four seasons are like spring and summer. ”

"What a plump!"

"I can't see that the master is also a funny person. ”

The young man in the python robe clapped his hands and applauded.

"Jixia School Palace has never been a pedantic place, if the master teaches only a full mouth, wouldn't it be smiling and generous?" Now that I have reached the depths of the South Land, I have a much better mood to toast, and my words are a little more colorful.

"The more I talk about this, the more curious the main hall is about the Jixia School Palace, and I will definitely go on a trip when I have the opportunity. ”

The young man in the python robe smiled.

"Your Highness, isn't it going to go with hundreds of thousands of Northern Liang Knives?"

Zeng toasted and his eyes were not good.

Xu Xian smiled and did not answer.

"Let's enter the city early, and after a day's rest, we will continue to travel to Yong'an. ”

......

"Damn, I didn't have enough to eat in the past. ”

"So much wheat is also worried. ”

There was a farmer in the wheat field, and he laughed and cursed.

"His grandmother's, you can be content. ”

"The mango seed is coming, and then there will be more water heads, if you don't take advantage of the harvest in these days, you will wait to rot in the ground, and you will have no place to cry when the time comes. ”

An old man took a puff of dry smoke and smacked his lips.

"Uncle Liu, I'm not joking, don't take it seriously. ”

The middle-aged man with his naked upper body snorted, wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out the water bladder, and was about to pour it down, when his eyes fell on the top of Tian Kan and looked at the iron horse with red clothes and black armor hanging sheath embroidered with black and gold python patterns, even if he looked at it from a distance, he could also feel a desolate and solemn atmosphere, and the water in the man's water bladder poured into his chest and wet it down a piece of it, and he didn't know it, and he was completely stunned in place.

"I'm a god, if all the soldiers of our Daqi have this momentum, I'm afraid the party won't be able to lose. ”

The man came to his senses and smacked his tongue.

"That's not right!"

"Damn, it's not right. ”

The man remembered what those people were wearing when he came to the village to recruit soldiers during the Northern Expedition, and rubbed his eyes vigorously, and his body suddenly tensed when his gaze fell on the Xu character embroidered with dragon patterns.

"Uncle Liu, come over and see what is written in that word?"

The foot stumbled and fell in front of the old man who was looking at the dry smoke before, and his mouth subconsciously trembled, and the old man surnamed Liu in the village went to private school for two days when he was a child.

"What?"

Old Liu Tou asked with a puff of smoke.

"Words!"

Lying on the ground, he pointed to the official road on the ridge in the distance.

"Words?"

Old Liu Tou put down the cigarette stick in his hand and squinted at it.

The word Xu on the big silk is bright red like blood,

It was surrounded by countless black-gold dragon patterns.

"Xu?"

"Xu!"

Old Liu's thin body trembled slightly,

Struggling to get up, blood rose from the bottom of his eyes.

"Dry man!"

Old Liu Tou squeezed these two words out from between his teeth.

"It's a fucking fucker!"

The tone rose sharply, and I don't know how such a loud sound broke out in such a thin body, and when the words fell, the farmers in several nearby villages all put down their work and looked at the red-clothed and black-armored iron rider in the distance, that is, the little doll who was splashing and rolling in the wheat field was infected by the strange and quiet atmosphere at this time, and rubbed it hard against his father, and the latter ignored it, just looked at it in a daze, and cried out after a while.

In the midst of a thousand wheat fields,

Except for the slight sound of the wind blowing through the wheat,

And there was only the cry of a child,

"The old pawns of Linqu City have not passed for seven years, how dare they come!"

Old Liu Tou gritted his teeth and said.

"When the imperial court was conscripted, my unsuccessful child had to shout to make a contribution, but I didn't expect that there would be no news as soon as I left, and I thought that I was buried by this cadre who killed a thousand knives!" The steamed bun held by a middle-aged woman had been kneaded into dough, and there were turbid tears in the corners of her eyes.

"dry man!"

The man with a big waist and a round waist held the sickle in his hand stiffly, and there were green tendons rising on his forehead.

"Knock! knock! knock!"

The sound of the iron rider on the ground is near,

There is smoke and dust billowing from the ridges,

"Ahh......h

The reins are tightened,

The sound of horses' hooves stopped,

The young man in the python robe rode his horse to the edge of the ridge.

He was only more than ten zhang away from the nearest man below, and he could even clearly see the green tendons on his forehead and the bloodshot under his eyes.

There is no opening,

There was no other action,

Just quietly watching,

Looking at the scythe in his hand,

The man plucked up courage and looked up,

Gaze at each other,

The whole person is like falling into an ice cave,

A moment of effort,

The man's hand holding the sickle had fine beads of sweat coming out, and his calves and stomach trembled subconsciously, unconsciously trying to avoid the man's eyes.

In the final analysis, he was also a young man who was killed in the sea of corpses and blood, and just by making eye contact, the murderous aura on his body was like a substance, and all the anger on his body was suppressed.

"You want to kill me?"

The young man withdrew his gaze,

Looking at the man's appearance, he couldn't help but laugh.

"I ......"

The man's throat was a little hoarse.

"Do you dare?"

The young man in the python robe said softly.

"Bang Bang ......"

A soft sickle fell on the stone in the wheat field with a clang, and the whole person came to his senses, looking at the young man with a light gaze, and for some reason he didn't even have the courage to lift the knife.

The man's lips were pursed, and he didn't speak, but when he wanted to move, he found that his feet were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't take a step.

"Gua Wazi, get back!"

Seeing this, Lao Liu Tou gritted his teeth, picked up the cigarette stick on the side, and threw it out suddenly, which happened to fall on the man's head. When the man heard this, he cast a grateful look and stepped back in a panic, and fell down several times in just a few feet, and bowed his head like a quail after retreating into the crowd.

The young man in the python robe watched silently, and when his gaze swept away from the faces of the rustic croppers, and the previous scene was in front of him, everyone was subconsciously dodging.

You can feel the hatred on their faces very clearly, but there is still a trace of fear in the depths of those eyes, perhaps they themselves have ignored it most of the time.

"Your Highness, let's enter the city early. ”

Zeng in a Confucian robe toasted in front of Ke Xu Xian's eyes,

There was a hint of pleading in his tone.

"Carnivorous, bedding, nothing more than that. ”

The young man in the python robe chuckled.

Zeng toasted and glanced back at the people in the wheat field, but did not explain.

"Compared with the people of the border city, the land of Gyeonggi has been comfortable for too long. ”

"Resentment, hatred, it's all there!"

"But there's something missing. ”

"When those two things together overshadow that thing, it's pretty much the same. Looking at the trace of horror in the eyes of the people below, Xu Xian muttered.

"Your Highness, I'm tired of coming, so let's enter the city early. ”

Zeng toasted thoughtfully and bowed his head,

But after a while, he spoke again.

"The people of Gyeonggi on the border have already seen it. ”

As the Master said. ”

Then I entered Lin'an and saw the style of the literati of the Qi Kingdom. ”

The young man in the python robe turned his horse's head and headed towards Lin'an City.

......

At the beginning of the day,

Rao is late, and the city is still full of people,

Restaurant tea house, Goolan tile house, endless,

Lin'annei,

On the bank of the Qujiang River,

There are countless mountains, rivers and lakes in Qijing, but the most famous is still the Qujiang River at the moment, the Qujiang River is not long, it is not big, it is not famous for its river water, it is famous all over the world only because of the river and passes through Lin'an City, Lin'an City is located in the land of Gyeonggi is not as solemn as the feet of the Son of Heaven of Yong'an, but there is no less than the prosperity of Yong'an, it is the most prosperous place in the whole Qijing literary style.

There is a poetry meeting in front of a Jiazi that is unprecedented, the Qi geniuses who come to admire are crowded with dozens of green buildings along the Qujiang River, before Meng Fuzi was appointed to sacrifice wine, Qi is still literary style, this is a well-known thing in the world, many romantic talents can not write articles on governing the world, but poetry and poetry are indeed proficient, and poetry will be common in various places.

But that time Shangyuan poetry will indeed spread a number of masterpieces, writing poems is naturally inseparable from wine, everyone drinking and writing poems is not happy, after the carnival that day, Qujiang was filled with the fragrance of wine, from then on Qujiang has a "wine river", that is, the rest of the "song" is also the world's praise with the meaning of "wine song", although under the influence of the Jixia School Palace, the scene of the insolence of the past is gone, but it is still the heaviest place in the entire Qi realm.

There are even jokes, and I don't write two poems when I enter the Qinglou,

Well done,

If you can't,

It doesn't matter how much silver you have in your pocket,

The sisters in the building won't let you get into the bed.

Although it is a joke,

But the same is true of the sister in the green building,

It can be seen that

At this moment, on the edge of the famous Qujiang River,

Qi Fenglou,

The largest green building on the edge of the Qujiang River, a Jiazi room has covered more than ten Oiran, it is said that the green building is a show of art and does not sell the body of the Qing people, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting do not say that they are proficient in everything, but there is always one that can be handled, in the long run, every time the poetry will be held in addition to the major mansions, it is mostly held in the Qifeng Building.

At this time, there is a poetry meeting in Qifenglou,

"Lin'an Poetry Society" four words in the Qi realm has an incomparable attraction, from the sky down to Qifeng Lou is located in the Changting Street there are lupine scarves of scribes coming and going, even the famous people who have always been high are not a few, but the face is solemn and no longer the frivolous exaggeration of the past, this poetry will not be a snowy night, nor is it a festival to enjoy the scenery, but the theme of remembrance, with 200,000 buried bones on the party's great Qi soldiers as the theme.

There is a white pigeon flying from the river on the edge of the Qujiang River, falling into the hands of a clever little guy, tearing off the paper tied between the legs and seeing it clearly, silently going to the back door of Qifeng Tower.

"Master Hou, the envoy is still more than twenty miles away. ”

The little guy pushed open the door and bowed.

"Well, let's go down!"

The handsome man in the private room put down the teacup in his hand and nodded, wearing a luxurious brocade robe, with an extraordinary bearing, and his eyebrows did not seem to have the calmness that he should have at this age.

"Master Hou, do you really want to do this this time?"

Behind the man, a middle-aged scribe spoke uneasily.

"You think I'm joking?"

The man turned around and chuckled after taking a sip of tea.

"Master Hou!"

"At the moment, the man has not yet entered the city, and there is still room for him. ”

"Disperse the poetry club, and be safe and sound. ”

The middle-aged scribe behind him let out a long sigh.

"Lin'an, Yong'an, the two cities are only three hundred miles apart. ”

"How can this thief be so arrogant to enter my Great Qi Capital?"

The man shouted.

"Isn't it good to be an idle marquis with peace of mind?"

The middle-aged scribe sighed.

"Idle Hou Ye?"

"If the Great Qi is gone. ”

"Where is the idle marquis who is full of wind and snow all day long?"

The man looked in the direction of Yong'an City and muttered.

"Where's the invitation?"

"Master Hou!"

"Don't be persuasive!"

"The momentum that the master has finally mustered up, if you persuade ...... again"

The man laughed bitterly,

The bronzing invitation is in the bosom,

"This time, Ben Hou should go to the city gate in person to wait!"

"So as not to make any other mess. ”

The man slowly got up and said.

"Master Hou!"

"I've made up my mind. ”

The man waved his sleeves and turned.

"That thief is notorious, if he raises a knife to kill ......"

At the door of the private room,

The man paused,

"Murder?"

"Heh......"

"There are fifty-three righteous men and eighteen old men in Linqu City. ”

"Sacrifice your life for righteousness, in exchange for me, the people of Daqi share the same hatred. ”

"Now I am in Lin'an City, hundreds of literati are fighting for the righteous death festival. ”

"Wouldn't it be a good thing to change my great Qi and martial arts together?"

......

"It is the country of the Nine Suits, and Fang Qianli is called Wangji. ”

"The prosperity of Gyeonggi is far better than that of the border cities. ”

Looking at the tall city in the distance, Xu Xian said softly, that is, looking at the endless scenes outside the city gate from afar, he could also imagine the prosperity of the city.