The old man laughed, let go of the fried rabbit that had been bitten by the tail, and said to Ye Baiyi: "Li Gongzi has worked hard all day, and he has to hurry tomorrow, so rest early." Yin Gongzi's side, I will let Qiu Yu arrange it. ”

"There's Uncle Lao. ”

After saying that, the white clothes were about to go back to the house, and when they saw that the little girl in green was still standing alone in the courtyard, she kindly stepped forward and said: "Your son-in-law came back late tonight, he told you to go to rest first, and get up early tomorrow morning to pack his luggage." You don't have to wait for him, go to sleep. ”

Bai Yue'er nodded in response, so the two went back to the house one after another to rest.

At night, lying in bed in white clothes at night, he was full of thoughts, tossing and turning, and it was difficult to sleep. The Eight Linbi is a token of the Eight Kings divided by the dynasty, and only the eight vassal kings and their hereditary direct relatives can wear them to show their status. Suzhou is under the jurisdiction of Liu Hui, the king of Jin, and the night white clothes have lived in a simple place for many years, and they know very little about the affairs of the court and the rivers and lakes, but they have also heard of the situation of some vassal kings. Although this King of Jin is a royal clan, he can only be regarded as a distant relative of the current emperor, and he has no military exploits in the period when many forces in the Warring States are fighting. Then who else can have this Eight Linbi that appeared in Suzhou except for the thing that Liu Hui, the king of Jin, who should have lived in the temple?

In this way, the whole thing seems confusing. Not to mention how Liu Hui, the king of Jin, came to the west of Suzhou, the power of the party that dared to assassinate a vassal king alone was enough to be outrageous.

Ye Baiyi got up and looked out the window, the climate in early winter could not accumulate snow in Suzhou, but the cold was essential. In the middle of the night wind, there was still a lonely figure sitting in the courtyard, and the white clothes in the night got up for a while, got up and went out of the house, and sat opposite the old man Zhao Guting.

"Uncle is so late and he still hasn't rested, and he is not afraid of freezing his bones. ”

The old man was not much surprised to see Ye Baiyi, but smiled: "Li Gongzi is sleepless late at night, is there something on his mind?"

Night Baiyi sighed, and the air was filled with white mist.

The old man got up and went to the yard while carrying a jar of wine and two bowls and walked over and said, "It just so happens that there is still rice wine brewed before the altar, and I am worried that no one is happy to drink it, can the son have this Yaxing to drink with the old man?"

"Glad to be there. ”

The old man sat down leisurely, opened the mud seal of the wine jar, poured two bowls, took a sip with Ye Baiyi, and smacked his lips and smiled: "It's different from young people when they drink, there is always a kind of heroic spirit." ”

Ye Baiyi said: "Although the old man is old, he is in good spirits. Not to mention anything else, how many people in this world still have the elegance and grace of drinking and chatting with others on this winter night?"

The old man laughed self-deprecatingly, and said slowly: "When people are old, they somehow become sentimental about many things, and when they see a leaf falling, they are thinking about when they should go, and they follow God all day long in that sad spring and autumn, how can they be much more hypocritical than when they were young, and the more the old man lives, the more he goes back? But in this world, the trend of chasing fame and fortune prevails, how many scholars are really thinking about people's livelihood and humanity?"

Ye Baiyi didn't speak, and the old man continued: "People in this world are less than three points of coquettishness, and they are also eight points of style. Life is like the double holy wind Chang Gung, Daokui Zhang Yiren, it is a big escape, but like Sun Fang, the head of the dynasty, it is the backbone. Gongzi should go to Tianjing City to act, he is flying brightly, everything should be in the world, don't forget the original intention. ”

The old man poured another bowl of wine and drank it all, and his eyes gradually drifted: "This person is old, and the children in the family are afraid that the old man will be tired, and I can't even touch the stove sickle, and I can't tell whether it's a blessing or a misfortune." The old man has nothing to do, he can always think of some ways to die, you say that this person dies when he dies, he does not count the name after death, what is the life of the living after death. That husband died on the battlefield in battle, or the one who lived in the temple and died for the country's direct advice, no matter how it sounds, it is better than the traitorous villain's sycophancy in the name of flattery and happiness. You said that after the old man's death, he could see his reputation under the nine springs?"

The old man's voice was extremely soft, as if he would be blown to the sky at any time in this cold wind, but with a trace of unwilling stubbornness, which could make Ye Baiyi clearly feel the majestic ambition behind this old man. Ye Baiyi looked at the old man quietly and said, "The old man doesn't look like a mountain man. ”

The old man smiled: "The old man has always been from the mountains, but he has never entered the mountains in his life." ”

Night White didn't understand these words. The old man coughed violently a few times, relieved his breath and continued: "The old man was invited to join the army administration by the kindness of Zhenwei General Liu Chen more than ten years ago, and after the war was calmed down, he resigned and returned to his hometown and became a pavilion chief in the township. At that time, it was the change of dynasty, the turmoil of the government and the opposition, and the bandits and bandits in Suxi were rampant, so the old man came here with his neighbors, built houses and opened fields, and was isolated from the world for these years, and enjoyed the blessings of his children and grandchildren for a few years. I thought that I would let a few families in the mountains live in peace and quiet, and then talk about it when the event was too peaceful, but I didn't think that the sky would not fulfill people's wishes, and the clean days of the past few years were exchanged for a pool of muddy water in the court. ”

A hint of surprise flashed across the white clothes of the night, obviously he didn't expect the old man to report to his home suddenly, not to mention that the old man in the mountains who was not good-looking had such a military past back then.

The old man continued: "The old man had the good fortune to meet several famous generals back then, and the current King of Qin is one of them. At that time, how old was His Royal Highness the Prince of King Qin?Is it so tall?" Saying that, the old man's withered arm stretched out in the air and compared a height, and sighed, "Time flies, it's only been a few years, and now it's actually ......."

After speaking, the old man glanced meaningfully at Ye Baiyi, who looked dazed, as if he understood or not.

"The old man knows, the old man knows. Hehe, the two sons have extraordinary backgrounds, so you should be very careful when you go to Tianjing City. ”

After speaking, the old man raised his eyelids and said to Ye Baiyi: "Li Gongzi told the truth, how much time does His Royal Highness King Jin have left?"

Ye Baiyi was frightened by Zhao Guting's sudden words, although he hadn't figured out the cause and effect, but considering that the old man had followed King Jin's father, he quickly calmed down, and said calmly: "There is still half a year to do so." ”

The old man sighed and said, "King Jin is a great talent, but he is not beautiful. The first 30 years of the old man's life were devoted to studying the ancient and modern sages, seeking peace on the road, and when he was forty years old, he had a slight success, and he wanted to show his ambitions to benefit one party, but he was caught up with the warring forces, and he had to watch the kingdom fall apart and have no ambitions. And at the moment, even the safety of these families can't be guaranteed, which is really ashamed of the young spirit of the year, which is ridiculous. ”

The old man kept talking, the wine bowl rotated endlessly, and he fed it into his mouth one by one, as if he wanted to swallow the great grievances. There was light snow in the sky, and there was silence in all directions. An old man and a young man sit opposite each other in the mountains, and half an hour passes.

The old man moved his body, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes, and then said: "Speaking of which, the old man and you have never known each other in life, and I don't think that a coarse meal can be exchanged for a favor from the son. I just want to see if I can rely on the conscience of the old man when he was young for a few years to have a clear conscience, and ask the son to plan for me. ”

"Uncle, please speak. ”

"If this village is unfortunate and it is really difficult to save it, the old man does not ask Gongzi to protect everyone's lives, I only hope that Gongzi can save Chunsheng and leave an incense for the Zhao family. ”