What kind of aftermath that section of the branch stirred up in Jun Li's heart in the end, okra didn't dare to think about it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info things have come to this, whether you understand or don't understand, I have been defeated, and I hope I will never see you again from now on.

I have always been good at words, but I was so clumsy in pen and ink on the last letter that I couldn't write half a word, and until I think about it at this moment, this is still incredible. But if you write, what do you have to write? Tell him? Don't you tell him?

Let him guess for himself, and when I am leaving, I will give you a little problem, as long as it can bring you a little trouble from the dust, I will be satisfied.

-- Four months ago, my master passed away, and as it happens, your master has just passed away. We are all from the more than 20 years of life of a teacher and an apprentice, and suddenly became alone, and at a loss each entered the rivers and lakes alone, in the pouring rain in a small tea shed suddenly met, in retrospect, I really think that the fate of the world, nothing more than this.

――If you are not an outsider, there is probably no better fate in the world. But the cruelty of fate is probably nothing more than this, and the so-called fate is actually just a false illusion.

She looked at the sky and sighed. For the first time in her life, she met a man with a heart, but it was just a vain.

Huizhou is a peaceful place, but after passing Ningguo Mansion to the north, it is getting worse and worse.

Ningguo Mansion is also Xuanzhou. In the past few years, the gold lord Wanyan Liang invaded the south, in the Chaohu area, the war burned very strongly, and the most prosperous time has been burned across the Yangtze River, burned to Wuhu, a stone's throw away from Xuanzhou.

Okra is now in Xuanzhou. She also knew that out of Xuanzhou City, the road further north would become difficult. This is the last pure land before stepping into the war-torn land.

After crossing the Yangtze River, even if those lands are still nominally in the Southern Dynasties, they are beaten by those battles, I am afraid that most of them are wasteland, especially now that it is winter, and it is difficult to say that those villagers themselves can't survive the winter, who has time to take care of you guests who come from afar.

What's more, except for the Jin people who came to harass from time to time, there were not many Song people who would be willing to "come from afar" here. Therefore, in the small places along the road, there are no inns, no wine houses, and probably not even a small tea shed.

Even the officials who were ordered to do the work did not seem to be willing to go further north. Okra was sitting by the window on the second floor of a restaurant near the West City Gate when he heard someone complaining downstairs.

She glanced down, and the two officials were brightly dressed, but they didn't have locals, so they were supposed to be sent by Kyori. A white-skinned man said: "It's such a cold day now, it's so cold that I can't stand it here, out of Ningguo, the wilderness road, no one can find it, we have to freeze to death first." ”

The other person is a Zitang face, but it is not better, and he also complains in general: "Yes, it is all to blame those individuals for being smart, but now it's good, this matter is brought up again." Don't hurt grandpa, can't go home in time for the New Year!"

As they spoke, they came straight to the diner's house, and they cried for wine. The shopkeeper didn't dare to slack off, and asked Xiao Er to invite the two to the second floor.

Okra occupies the southwest corner of the second floor, and the two occupy the southeast seat. It's not meal time, plus two people, there are only four tables on this floor. Zitang's face was still scolding, and Bai Sheng's face was still not without vigilance, so he pulled him first and glanced at everyone before sitting down.

Zitang smiled and said, "Brother Feng, what are you worried about, this matter is so big, it has already been rumored-who else will not know about it?"

"Even if everyone knows it, it can't be said so publicly. ”

Okra was curious, but I didn't know anything. Wandering his gaze, he saw that the purple-faced man was holding a roll of small white silk in his hand, which seemed to have something written on it, and remembered that he had just heard them say downstairs, "If the person is not found, we will freeze to death first", and secretly said that they must be looking for someone, and the silk cloth should be a portrait.

I only heard that the two middle-aged men at the table near me had already discussed, and I must have seen these two officials before I started talking. An older one sighed: "I'm really glad that we are old now, otherwise wouldn't we be able to enter the city and return home?"

The other also sighed: "I really don't know what kind of thing those two teenagers have committed, and they want to be arrested by the whole world like this--it's just that if they really want to be arrested, they don't see the arrest public posted, and they don't know what they look like, which makes people confused." ”

"Yes, that's why it's a mess, and several counties arbitrarily arrest eighteen-year-old boys to go on errands in order to get merit. How Xiao got the capital, and there were more than a dozen irrelevant teenagers at once, isn't this just a gang? The emperor was angry and beheaded all those who cheated. ”

"I care if the teenagers are back?"

"Even if I put it back, it's pitiful. "Last month, my brother came to me from his hometown and told me something—there weren't many people left in our town after the war in Ziqiao Town, and there were even fewer teenagers around the age of eighteen, and only two were found in the whole town, but they didn't let go." You know, the two teenagers that the government said they were going to arrest, one of them had no little finger on his left hand. One of the teenagers in Ziqiao Town was cut off a finger and impersonated in this way! That's it, when I heard that I had arrived in Beijing, I learned that the adults in Beijing had portraits of two teenagers in their hands, and they had a good look! Not everyone could replace them! The one who escorted people there was so cruel that he actually cut off the faces of the two children alive! This is not a living hell? One died in Beijing within three days, and the other was later released, but ...... How about putting it back?"

The other was furious, clenched the cup in his hand and said, "This world is no longer alive!

As he spoke, the older man's face suddenly changed, and he pressed his hand. As soon as he looked up, he saw that the purple-skinned official had already walked over, stood to the side, and said, "The two of you know a lot!"

The two middle-aged people seemed to be a little afraid, and the younger one dared to say, "What we said is also the truth!"

"Hey, I didn't say that what you said wasn't the truth!" instead, the Zitang-skinned official sat down next to them, and turned around to beckon his companion to come over.

His companion's face was uncertain, and although he also came to sit down, he said, "Do you want people to see us talking about such things with idle people?"

"This piece sent the two of us, who is the one to sue? It's really good that someone else is there, Lao Tzu still needs to run with you in the deep mountains and mountains!" the purple-faced man shouted dissatisfiedly.

The white-faced official still looked at the other two tables. On the other side of the upstairs sat a lone boy, and on this side sat okra alone. However, the two of them didn't know if they knew it tacitly, their faces were turned away, and they didn't look at the four of them, as if they didn't care.

The white-faced official was not easy to attack, and only said in a low voice: "But Master Zhang heard that he also left Beijing." He's been running around for this lately, and who knows if he's coming here one day - we'd better be careful. ”

"If I were Lord Zhang, I would go to that comfortable place, who would want to come to this place that is not embarrassing?" said the purple-faced man, turning to the two middle-aged men and saying, "What else do you know, tell me?"

The elder coughed and said, "The official is going to make fun of us, and we are all just hearsay......"

"I don't even know the inside story of what you just said, and I only heard some fur, there is a matter of cutting off your fingers, and the thing of cutting off your face is really scary. ”

The white-faced official snorted. "Those who cut off their fingers are also mindless, and if they are chopped, they are just new injuries, and you Dao Zhang, a fool, can't you see new injuries and old injuries?"

"I don't understand that. Another middle-aged man said, "Why don't you post a portrait on the capital, especially in these small places where the war is dying, these petty officials and officials want to fight for merit and be transferred to a better place, so they do such a thing that ignores their conscience and hurts their nature." ”

"Is this portrait so easy to take? It's also new, but it wasn't there at first. The purple-faced official slapped the silk cloth on the table, "But in my opinion, this may also be made up and painted by some kind of meritorious service, and the emperor doesn't know how to believe it." ”

I only heard two middle-aged men sigh and said, "These two young people—"

"What, have you seen it?"

"No, no, it's not, it's just that this young man—" said the elder, pointing to one of them, "I've never seen such a handsome young man, and even in the painting, he looks too good." ”

"You think this painting is too fake, don't you?" said the purple-faced official. "So how can we find someone, the only clue is that one of the two teenagers has lost his little finger on his left hand. Originally, a clue was looking for one person, but now a clue is looking for two people. It's no wonder that some people want to go around pulling people to impersonate. You can't pretend to be the one who didn't have a little finger on your left hand, so the other one is better to pretend to, right?"

Okra listened to the lively talk of a few people, turned her head, and wanted to peek at the painting on their table. But before I could see the painting, the first thing I saw was the lone boy who was sitting on the other side, and he was about to turn around and peek at the painting. Neither of them saw the portrait, but when they saw each other's eyes coming, they both shrank as if they didn't expect it. Okra hurriedly turned her face away. She has always behaved like she doesn't care about everything, and she looks at the world indifferently, and if she is seen, she will peek at this idle matter, which is even more sad than killing her. In particular, if I am a girl's family, if I am misunderstood that I heard the "handsome young man" and turned my head to look at it, wouldn't it be ashamed?

The more she thought about it, the more sad she became, and suddenly she only heard the sound of the stool moving, and someone had already stood up, only to hear the purple begon-colored man say: "There is no way to do it left and right, this little brother, look at you are not very old, why don't you stretch out your left hand and let us take a look?"

She turned around and saw that the purple-faced official had already walked towards the son. This boy and brother do look less than twenty years old, handsome eyes and eyebrows, and can be called a pretty boy. Okra went to see him this time, but because the purple-faced official had already walked away, she was stunned when she saw the painting on the table at a glance.

She had seen both of these teenagers. On the Hongfu Tower that day, she had seen them all.