The woman kneeling on the ground saw the scene of the master and servant who seemed to be calculating each other, but in fact they were full of warmth, and her eyes were full of envy, sorrow and remorse.

Yun Xuelan no longer looked at Rin Tan, who closed her eyes and breathed, and turned her head to look at the woman, the smugness on her face before was also diluted by the exhaustion that surged back on her cheeks.

"Get up, don't kneel. Yun Xuelan's left hand, which was placed on her knee, was gently raised upward.

"The subordinates are guilty, and the subordinates don't dare. The woman's head hung lower.

"What are you guilty of?" Yun Xuelan looked at the woman, but the latter did not answer, holding the hem of her clothes with both hands like a child who had done something wrong but was unwilling to say what was wrong, and let the elders of the family punish her.

"Earlier, you knelt down to me to find a way for your children to live?" the woman nodded slightly.

"Now you kneel down to me because you assumed that I would kill your family in order to hide my deeds, and you moved to kill me when I was exhausted. Yun Xuelan's voice was very flat, without the contempt after seeing through the woman's thoughts, nor the anger of being betrayed, as if she was telling about something that had nothing to do with her.

The woman's head slammed to the ground. After a few breaths, he lifted up and knocked again. The floor of the room seemed to tremble with the woman's forehead, and Ding Ye, who was standing outside the door, was also a little unbearable when he saw this scene, he wanted to open his mouth several times but didn't know what to say.

"As a mother, what you are doing is reasonable, and what is too much. As a person of Xia Yunwei, you and Gao Mian have been loyal to the Yun family for many years, and you have come here to operate for many years from Liyang, and you should not be underestimated whether it is merit or hard work. Gao Mian has made a great contribution to this matter. Why are you worried?"

"Because of Xia Yunwei's rules. The woman's voice was a little choked.

"When did Xia Yunwei's rules say that he would implicate an uninformed family?" Yun Xuelan said casually, revealing helplessness in her tone, this woman is really a child protector.

The corners of the woman's mouth twitched a few times, but after all, she did not say her own words, and she almost made a big mistake because she had speculated too much about the young man's thoughts, so she did not say more so as not to bring shame on herself.

"Gao Mian and you still need to stay in this blessed city to continue to work, and the two of you have not been exposed in front of outsiders, so how can you talk about dying?"

"But rules are always rules, once the people of Xia Yunwei carry out the task, it is a dead chess, and no one related to this matter can stay in the world, so as to ensure the safety of the people they protect, and there will be no mistakes in what they do. The woman raised her head and looked at Yun Xuelan for the first time, but there was no fear and despair of a dying person in her eyes, only an occasional look of determination, thinking that it was not for the world, but for the children.

"The rules are always set by people. Rules are always dead. The young man also looked directly at the woman, and his tone was a little dissatisfied, not knowing whether it was the woman's stubbornness or the so-called rules.

"People make rules, and rules are used to govern people. If a person can change the rules casually, he will change it if he thinks it is beneficial to him today, and change it like that tomorrow if he thinks it is beneficial to him. If no one obeys the rules, the people who set the rules will lose their prestige and popularity. The woman spoke eloquently, neither humble nor arrogant, but more like two Mengtong arguing about knowledge in the school.

"Have you ever wondered if such a rule is reasonable, why do you have to follow it without any flexibility?" Yun Xuelan sat up straight, this Xia Yunwei's rule may be one of the few things in the young man's heart that disagrees with his own husband. Before leaving Yunyin Villa, when Mr. Zhongli told the boy all about Xiayun, the boy's first reaction was not to marvel at the handiwork of Yunyin Villa over the years, but to ask Mr. Why Xiayunwei's people must die after carrying out their mission, even if they don't kill themselves, someone will come to give them a ride, and at that time, there may be more than one person who died

At that time, the old man just stared at his empty sleeve and did not answer.

The young man asked again if Xia Yunwei saw someone coming from the villa, which was the beginning of the mission.

The old man shook his head at this time, and only said to the young man, Xia Yunwei does not belong to Yunyin Mountain Villa, but belongs to him Yun Xuelan, if the young man becomes the owner of the village in the future, it will be like a tiger with wings, which can help the young man to be more handy in charge of the villa. If you are a teenager...... Xia Yunwei and the other followers left by the teenager's parents can at least ensure the teenager's life without worry, and the rest of his life without worry.

When the young man heard this, he first sighed and then became sentimental, and his eyes were red and he asked the old man, the implication was that the people of Xia Yunwei were all born for themselves, and they should die because of themselves. In their hearts, he is Yama.

Mr. Zhongli affirmed the young man's self-question with silence.

When Yun Xuelan asked the old man again, why Xia Yunwei's people were so willing to die, wouldn't they have different hearts. The old man seemed to answer the question, first saying the word "don't dare", and then asking the young man why the soldier did not hesitate when charging on the battlefield. In the end, he said that the people of Xia Yunwei owe Yunyin Villa a life.

The boy had his first conversation with Mr. that night, and he asked him whether a soldier who charged on the battlefield knew that he would die but did not flinch or flee from the battle, was he well-trained and loyal to his country, or was he afraid of the overseer's crossbowmen behind him, and worried that his family would be implicated in his homeland? Is it to control people's hearts or win people's hearts?

The one-armed old man looked at the young man who got up to confront him, and just said lightly, since the only way to advance and retreat is death, rushing to kill on the battlefield can ensure the good death of his parents, and his wife and children can be guaranteed to have no worries about food and clothing. If he dies under the sword and axe of the prison army, the old and young in his family will suffer from the fish in the pond, and even the disaster of life and death. There are two ways to die, the former dies well, and the latter dies innocently, how should you choose?

At that time, the young man who was recovering from a serious injury may have been injured by the emotion of the argument, or because he must have been more tired and sad, and his face was a little pale. When the old man saw that the young man still wanted to speak, he preemptively said that the so-called imperial technique is to control people's hearts, so that they can change from fear to no longer fear, forget fear and willingly die for you. How can people still think before they die, whether I died for you because I was afraid of you, or whether I respected you and didn't covet life. Whether the so-called loyalty is true or disobedient, isn't it all the living who have the final say, and it's not all for the descendants of those who have died?

The young man suddenly interrupted, not all living people deceive themselves and tell themselves, in order to reassure themselves, kindly let more people die for themselves, watching more living lives disappear from their eyes like white horses, and they will not be awakened by those familiar faces at night. However, can you really sleep peacefully in this way? The so-called peace of mind is not the same as listening to others, but also to deceive yourself?

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and seemed to be seriously thinking about the young man's words. After a while, the old man's eyelids opened slightly, and he said that the art of scheming is to deceive himself before he can control people's hearts.

Yun Xuelan sneered, and asked the old man if he could change this rule because of himself.

The old man only said that if the person who should die for the young man is willing to live greedily for the young man, then the young man can change the rules of Xia Yunwei. On the other hand, if these people still have the will to die, the young man will not be benevolent.

Yun Xuelan asked the old man the last two questions, one is what if these people's hearts are shaken by other concerns and their will to die is wavering, and they have the intention of greedy for life;

The old man did not answer Yun Xuelan's question, but only said four words to the young man, Ci is not in charge of the army.

The young man's thoughts retracted from the small courtyard in the back mountain of Yunyin Villa, and he looked at the woman in front of him and asked his own question: "Is it the big rules, or the big people?"

"The rules are bigger. The woman replied without thinking.

"Is the rule bigger, or is the person who makes the rules bigger?"

The woman's eyes were confused, but she did not answer the boy's question.

The boy continued: "If the rules are greater than the people, then is the person who makes the rules a cocoon and binds himself? If the person who makes the rules is greater, can he change the rules as he pleases? If the rules are so that everyone can follow them willingly, and the people who make the rules are not allowed to change these rules without permission? ”

The woman still did not answer, in her opinion, from the day she joined Xia Yunwei, she had been repeatedly told her mission and fate, and gradually the woman forgot whether she obeyed or accepted her fate.

"The word rules is nothing more than a circle. Should it be the outer circle and the inner circle that are called rules, or the outer circle and the inner circle that are the rules?"

The young man in the black felt hat who was listening to the conversation between the two outside the door became interested, and the young man leaned against the door frame and bent his right index finger against his chin, "If it is square on the outside and round on the inside, it is stricter than discipline and wider than self-discipline." It is a strong inward, that is, it seems to be upright, but in fact there is no bottom line. But if it is round on the outside and square on the inside, it seems to be out of order but the heart is clear, but it is also very troublesome for everyone to get along. You don't know where the scales are, where the boundaries are. The face seems to be exquisite, but if you are not careful, you may cross the boundary in the other person's heart, but it looks like a moody monster. Ding Ye seemed extremely satisfied with his high-minded talk, and nodded to himself.

The woman seemed to have a comprehension, "Is the son referring to the outer Confucian inner law or the outer legal inner Confucian?" Seeing the young man nodding, the woman was about to speak, but found that her answer did not seem to be the answer in her heart.

"Isn't it good to be alive?" Yun Xuelan suddenly changed her words.

"Of course it's good to live, but you have to be able to live. If more people end up dying because of their greed for life, they implicate their families, then life is not so beautiful. But if they die, the living can live better, and then they are truly beautiful when they live. ”

"In the past, you didn't have a choice. will feel that only his own death will be exchanged for the life of those close to him. It's as if the more you want to live, the more you want you to live with the people around you, the more you deserve to die. Only if you don't want to live anymore, the people around you, those close to you, deserve to live. What kind of rules and principles are these?"

Seeing that the woman bowed her head and was silent, Yun Xuelan continued: "Now you have a choice, if you want to live, you want to watch your son be named on the gold list, watch him marry a wife and have children, watch his knowledge be regarded as the most holy philosophy by more people, watch your daughter grow up and become a famous Xinglin saint, watch her find a lover to marry a wife, and see that she has become a mother like you." Are you still willing to die? If your daughter is like you in the future, for the sake of her child's better life, she obviously does not take the way to live, but she chooses that dead end, and goes to the dark with the horns of the bull, will you pull her behind her or will you urge her to go faster?"

"If they can really live, who wants to really die? Willing to die is nothing more than exchanging their lives for the peace and stability of their children, and gambling on their brighter futures, at least not like me and their fathers, who live and die without their own lives. The woman's eyes widened, and her voice was a little choked.

Yun Xuelan slowly got up with her hands on the table, and the young man bent down with difficulty and stretched out his hands to support the woman's arms, and gently lifted up, "Aunt Tang, get up quickly." The woman looked up at the young man, but the young man's pale face was blurred in her eyes. The woman sobbed and slowly got up as she trembled.

Yun Xuelan took out a handkerchief from her bosom and handed it to the woman. The young man never regards human life as a mustard, you can not be afraid of death, but you can't spare your life, it is human nature to spare your life, only if you spare your life, I will treat you as a person.

Yun Xuelan sat back in her chair and said, "I have a new arrangement in Fu City, and you and Gao Mian will continue to stay in the city." The inn in the city has been renovated, and you will be the owner of the inn in the future. Change the name of the inn to be called Perfection. You will also have more opportunities to meet Gao Mian in the future. "Perfection, people's hearts are fulfilled in all their desires, and all their blessings are fulfilled.

The woman replied gratefully.

Yun Xuelan continued: "I want you to find out the spies of other forces lurking in the city outside this list within three years, and grasp their whereabouts. In addition, in addition to the industries and footholds of the major forces in the Ming side of the city, they must be in your hands within three years. The woman did not hesitate, her eyes flashing with heat, and she nodded in response. Xia Yunwei has no mediocre talents, and the woman has been worthy of being a village idle woman in this Pumiao Village with Gao Mian for many years, and even she herself has almost forgotten what she is really good at. She is surnamed Tang, a person who has been passed down from several families, her mother's surname is Fan, the Fan of the ancestor of the businessman, and the Fan in the clouds.

Gao Mian will continue to stay in the yamen, just do his best to catch him, but you have to urge him to break through the bottleneck of detachment as soon as possible. After the year, Fucheng will change a county order, and this time the person who comes should not belong to any force, and the Chen brothers and sisters will test this person. ”

Yun Xuelan smiled, and her voice was deliberately low, "As for your son and daughter." The woman's body trembled violently, but she did not speak, nor did she raise her head.

"I want to accept Ling Lang into Xia Yunwei, Gao Mian has agreed, let me ask you what you mean. ”

The woman raised her head and asked tentatively, "What if it is not a subordinate?"

"It is up to you to send him back to your mother's house, or to send him to the official school in Zhongyao Prefecture, I just hope that such a good seed of reading will not be delayed. ”

"What if you enter the Xiayunwei?" the woman breathed a sigh of relief.

"I want to arrange for him to go to Kunding Prefecture and arrange for him to enter the Fu family. ”

The woman bowed, "Childe didn't have to consult with us. The woman wanted to say that it was his creation that he could follow a master like Childe. From the bottom of my heart, but because it comes from the bottom of my heart, I can't say it.

"Your daughter is still young, it would be unkind for me to take all of your children away from you, but in the future, the crisis in Fortune City may be too much compared to Yunyin City, so it can be regarded as her consideration, so I thought about letting her follow Mr. Zhongli as a maid. ”

When the woman heard this, the gratefulness in her eyes washed over her eyes again. The one-armed old man never personally admitted who was his descendant or even refused to admit the status of master and apprentice, but the so-called maid was to follow the old man to study medicine, and when the world was a doctor, Zhongli called himself the second, and there were a few people who dared to speak out.

But the woman still looked at Yun Xuelan with a worried face, the young man smiled, waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about this matter, although I have an argument with him on this matter, I also have an agreement." Now that I can come out of the blue, I have to thank you, Aunt Tang. It's time for this stubborn old thing to pinch his nose and eat it. Fuck the bullshit rules. The woman smiled, with tears in her eyes.

"There is still something unknown to the subordinates. The woman asked.

Seeing Yun Xuelan's inquiring gaze, the woman spoke: "Childe is a person who is round inside and outside?"

Yun Xuelan pondered for a long time, but shook her head, but did not give the woman an answer.

"He is a man of inner meditation and outer demons. Seeing that the eyes of the two people in the room turned to him at the same time, the young man in the black felt hat smiled, and he spread his hands and said, "Is what I said wrong? He has both the heart of a bodhisattva and the means of thunder. ”

The woman smiled when she heard this, how can she talk about the bodhisattva's heart without thunder means.

The young man smiled when he heard this, which was nothing more than a thought of Bodhi and a thought of a nose.