"This, the girl didn't mean it, she really didn't react for a while, so she recklessly bumped the girl, Xiaosheng apologized not. "The purple-clothed literati is the young son of the General's Mansion, the ancestors of the Song family are the founding heroes of Yan and Zhao, Song Tianyi was canonized by the imperial court as the general of the Pillar State and given the Yongguan Marquis, Song Tianyi was rated as one of the four famous generals as early as the period of the division of the Six Kingdoms.

The Northern Zhou Dynasty soldier immortal king Pudang, the god of war Hu Jinfeng of the Donglai Kingdom, the overlord of the West Liang Lu Immortal, the Yan Zhao Fulong general Song Tianyi, the four famous generals were enshrined as myths in that era of the heroes and the smoke of gunpowder, the honor of the famous generals is killed by a gun and a blade in the pile of millions of people, the power of the famous generals, when the two armies face off, there is an immediate effect, seeing the big banner that stirs in the air will make you have no face, the murderous Jin Ge bronze halberd points straight ahead, if you do not remove the armor and surrender, you will be killed, and the sky will be broken.

The purple-shirted boy who looks like Sven is holding the scroll tightly in his hand that is closed by a cloth bag and wrapped several times repeatedly, his expression is a little embarrassed, now he has something urgent to rush, and suddenly he encountered an incident, and he apologized kindly but the other party did not appreciate it, so delay is it okay?

"You scoundrel! Senior brother, look at him! Senior sister is bullied, you don't come to help! You are no longer my senior brother, I want to go back and tell the master that you secretly went to the Qinglou to find Sister Yao!" The young girl in a cyan smoke skirt covered her eyes with her hands and stomped her feet in a hurry, and the pedestrians on the road looked here without knowing the state, some stretched out their hands to point, and some covered their lips and smiled.

"This ...... Girl, don't cry, I'll pay you the money. Song Qun said that he was in trouble, and silently touched it in his arms, but the young son of the dignified general's mansion only took out one or two silvers, maybe it was left over from being drunk one day, how could it be miserable.

"Girl, Xiaosheng only has one or two pieces of silver, and he is in a hurry today, so he really can't come up with extra money. Song Qun sneered, shaking his narrow eyelashes.

"I asked you for a sugar gourd, but you hit me with money, you!" The girl in the skirt looked up at the Sven boy who was not rough and hideous, and even a little good-looking, she didn't shed tears, but the corners of her eyes were red, she pursed her lips, and she was still angry.

"It's not easy to solve, you see that there are sugar gourds selling there, and you brought her seventeen or eighteen, isn't that the best of both worlds?" The man with the sword walked up quietly and awe-inspiringly, patted Song Qun's shoulder, and squeaked twice behind Song Qun, who suddenly realized, and ran quickly to the old man holding a large bundle of rock sugar gourds.

"Uncle, how much is it?"

"Brother Gongzi, it's not expensive, three copper plates and one piece. ”

"Then give me a tael of silver, I'm in a hurry. Song Qun put the silver on the old man's hand, the old man was surprised and delighted, swallowed a few packets of saliva into his throat, and hurriedly pushed the silver out, this hot potato really didn't dare to take it.

"Brother Gongzi, the villain's big bundle of hawthorn fruits is not worth a tael of silver!"

"Then a bundle, and you don't need to look for one or two pieces of silver. Song Qun stuffed the silver back again, snatched the top-heavy bamboo stick, and ran back in a hurry.

"These days, it's so generous to buy a sugar gourd?" The old man pinched the silver in his hand, staring at the figure that was gradually moving away, a little at a loss.

"Girl, I'll pay you all this bundle, okay?" the purple-shirted man gasped.

"I didn't let you pay me so much...... You're too serious......"

"Tao soft, don't accept people's kindness. The man with the sword said in an old-fashioned manner, and the woman in the Luo skirt who called Tao Soft had to accept the heavy apology, holding the upper end with her left hand and the lower edge with her right hand.

"I still have important things to do, so I can't continue to accompany you, and we'll have a date later. Although the elegant prince is a literati, he made a fist salute that was only given when the martial arts people met and said goodbye, and the two robed men who did not touch the body were stunned and immediately returned the salute.

"Where do you live, I still have to find your extra money, my master told me not to be greedy, the word "wealth" should be especially taken as a warning, so as not to lose my Taoist pure heart. The woman holding the bamboo stick suddenly looked back and snorted softly.

"The Great General's Mansion in the south of the city. My name is Song Qun. Before the woman in the skirt could react, the boy was already gone.

"Hey, Song Qun, you...... You...... Wait for me!"

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Song Qun walked to a mansion, the mansion is still being renovated, the old objects are demolished by the servants one by one, the whole air is filled with smoke and dust, the elegant son raises his sleeves to block the flying dust, a plaque is hung in the center of the gate, the seal is engraved with four words "Spring and Autumn Prosperous Dew House", a person stands on the high wooden case and holds a cloth to carefully wipe the mahogany plaque, and a person under the stage holds a silver basin, and the young man bows his eyebrows when he sees him from afar.

"Where is Lord Liang?" Song Qun did not shout loudly, for fear of disturbing the people who were concentrating on their work.

"Gongzi Song, Lord Liang has been waiting for you in the Book Pavilion for a long time. The servant opened the door of the house for him.

"Okay, I got it. Song Qun stepped into the mansion.

With the gravel path winding all the way, those pebbles are crushed and sparsely crushed, tiled in the courtyard of the streets, Yangzhou rich houses are innumerable, with stone slabs to pave the road, with sandstone, and even jade grease paving, only this gravel road is the first time, the stone is sharp and easy to pierce the footboard, lack of comfort, and the owner of this Wenge study house smiled faintly.

"Scholars, you can't covet comfort, the heavens are entrusted to the people, and they are bound to suffer their minds first, tire their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skin, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure and gain what they can't, although I can't devote myself to it so thoroughly, but I can still insist on it if I am eye-catching enough. ”

The most common three plants in the inner courtyard are pine, bamboo, plum, the ancients praised it as "three friends of the cold year", pine and bamboo are proud of the cold, quite frost and lonely straight, metaphor for the gentleman when there is an uninhibited strong bone, can not easily bend over and be vulgar, "a few plums in the corner, Ling Han opens alone." Knowing that it is not snow, for there is a dark fragrance, "the plum is noble, and the gentleman should compare himself to it."

After passing through the corridor, Song Qun straightened his shirt and held the scroll with one hand. In front of him was Liang Zhongsheng's library, and outside the door stood a burly man, wearing a hat and holding a silver chopping knife in his left hand.

The man leaned his head slightly, under the direct sunlight, only one mouth was exposed, and the upper lip was covered with a thin mustache, Song Qun glanced at the man, inexplicably nervous, so he pretended to be calm, and when he was about to push open the pavilion door, the burly man suddenly spoke.

"Wait. The moment the burly man raised his head, Song Qun stared at a pair of emotionless eyes, those eyes contained a deep murderous aura, Song Qun's face turned pale with fright, and he suddenly sweated, and the man slowly stretched out his right hand and approached the hilt of the knife.

"Deng Bu is not depressed, let him in. A command came from the house.

"Yes, Lord Liang. The man's voice was hoarse, as if he had grains of sand in his mouth.

Song Qun pushed open the door in a panic, just then he thought that the man would draw a knife, but fortunately he didn't.

It scared him to death.

"Song Qun, why has it been delayed for so long?" Liang Zhongsheng's voice is very gentle, a tall screen covers the face of the owner in the house, and the screen depicts the Qingming Riverside map, the wall is full of prosperity, prosperity, and the wish of the world's scholars is nothing more than this.

"Uncle Liang, I was delayed by some things on the road, and I couldn't get out in time, but I brought you the map of the 700-mile boundary of Yangzhou that you wanted, and I hope Uncle Don't blame the little nephew. Song Qun walked in respectfully, keeping his head down and his expression solemn.

"Out of the way, I'm just curious. Liang Zhongsheng sat upright behind the table, holding a pen in one hand, pulling the wide cuffs with the other, and inscribed on the paper.

"Uncle Makes me tired. Song Qun took the scroll from the cloth bag and gently placed it in the north corner of the table, and moved it behind the elegant man after doing this.

"How long is Uncle going to stay in Yangzhou?" The silence of a pillar of incense continued, and Song Qun couldn't help but speak.

"Well, maybe it's thirty, maybe it's seventy, or maybe it's half a year, and there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and I don't know yet. ”

"Uncle, can you tell your little nephew that something big is going to happen in Yangzhou?" Song Qun was intently looking at the calligraphy and painting spread on the wooden table, in the painting is a verdant mountain, a vast long lake, a narrow wooden embankment and a black canopy partial boat, this scenery is familiar, déjà vu?

"Uncle, where is the landscape in this picture?" Song Qun saw that the inscription man did not answer, so he stopped asking.

"Outside Yangzhou City, Hongfeng Lake in Songzi Town. The middle-aged man wearing a jade crown increased the strength of the pen tip, like a pocket cockroach flying and churning on the flat and delicate plain paper, shaking the mountains and shaking the mountains, and the momentum was magnificent.

"The world is closed, and the wind is frosty. The grass dies in the winter moon, and the six dragons are in the western wilderness. Too white out of the east, comets raise essence. Mandarin ducks are not birds, what is the south of Xiang. But in the past, the eagle and the dog are now the marquis and the king. Get water into a dragon, compete for the pool and win the phoenix. Beidou doesn't drink alcohol, and Nanji is empty. ”

Waiting for the man with the jade crown to finish mentioning the last word, Song Qun said with admiration from the bottom of his heart, he knew that Liang Zhongsheng, who was famous in the capital, was full of economic and talented, and it was better to be famous than to meet.

"But Uncle Liang, this majestic poem with elegant scenery is not too 'overkill'. "Song Qun has never shied away from this Yan Zhao's prestigious Huangmen supervisor, Zheng Erpin, the Huangmen servant, after all, he is a foreign elder who is as close as his father and brother, and he can grasp the importance of the conversation.

Under the imperial power of the Yan Zhao court, there were three major departments, the management of the military was the Shumi Pavilion, the Huangmen Jian who participated in the political report, and the Shangshutai, who was in charge of the six departments, and the three major institutions merged to form the current emperor's military and horse regime.

The highest chief of the Privy Council is the secret envoy, holding half of the white tiger talisman, and commanding half of the soldiers and horses in the court.

The supreme governor of the Yellow Gate is the Yellow Gate Servant, who can supervise the officials and generals of the states and borders for His Majesty, appease the people, and also take charge of the canonization and removal of the gods and goddesses of the mountains and rivers in the states and counties.

Shangshutai is in charge of Shangshuling, and is the commander of the six departments of Shangshulang for His Majesty: officials, households, rites, soldiers, criminals, and workers.

"Oh, Shicai suddenly thought of the Donglai poet Wang An's sentence "Haize Shengjiao, fog hidden dragon, phoenix flying west, dragon and phoenix and Ming" for a while, so I wrote this five-character poem, and I didn't care whether it was appropriate or not, but I was careless. ”

The jade-crowned man looked like a sign, slowly put the brush in the ink inkstone, his eyes retracted from the calligraphy and painting in an instant, Liang Zhongsheng stood up and picked up the scroll, opened the simple cowhide scroll, there were many cracks and gaps in the scroll, but Liang Zhongsheng showed a satisfied expression.

"Uncle Liang wants to investigate the accidental death of the assassin. Song Qun turned his head and saw Liang Zhongsheng's eyebrows and eyes stretched, so he knew that he could ask something now.

"What's wrong with you?"

"The Assassin's Mansion is heavily guarded, and the masters are like clouds, there should be no outsiders lurking in it, and after a successful assassination, you can get out safely, and the patrol captain has checked several times in a row and there is no progress, which is incredible. ”

"If it is artificial, there will inevitably be evidence, but if it is not artificial, how can it be investigated?" Liang Zhongsheng smiled conclusively, but did not break it.

"Isn't it man-made!" Song Qun was stunned, although he knew that there were all kinds of strange things in the world, but he had always read ancient poetry and books in the Shen family's mansion, and he had not seen those evil things circulating on the rivers and lakes with his own eyes, so he naturally didn't care very much.

"Is it a monster?" Song Qun was sweating profusely, and his throat was a little dry.

"The only one who can kill people in the invisible is the demon, and after killing the soul, only the demon is also, the seven orifices are swollen and the seal hall is black, and only the demon can be done, to sum up, it is not only a demon but also a demon with a great background. ”