With two martial arts cheats and an introductory disciple of the Beicang Great Sect as bargaining chips, it is really cheap to exchange for the iron-hearted traitor and treason of Gao Liu and the others, and Boss Huang is not surprised by the knife inserted in the back of the two brothers who have already looked good, as for how to deal with it, Li Jinglan has no intention of interjecting, the state has a national law and family rules, Huang Xulei himself is willing to end this cause and effect, so he will take action himself, he really does not want to be stained with the blood of his brother, what Ning Wuguan lacks is the head of the flag sacrifice, how can it be said.

Huang Xulei didn't let him wait long, a few days later, the two had a detailed discussion, after the rectification of Caiyunjian, a total of 270 horse bandits, more than 600 foot soldiers are willing to join the army, this is of course in the case of Youzhou General is willing to give them naturalization, but there are some discrepancies in Li Jinglan's original plan, Li Jinglan is ready to persuade Caiyunjian After coercing Caiyunjian's troops, first swallow the tile kiln ditch, and then force the Taisi Temple with great power, so that even if the persuasion is unfavorable, it can also reduce the battle damage at a minimum, after all, in his eyes, these horse bandits already belong to the northern combat force, one less death here, and one more northern barbarian will be killed in the Qincang War in the future。

But Huang Xulei looked a little sad, he would rather give a bad impression to his future boss than be stained with the blood of his own brothers, to put it bluntly, he would only go to the distant platform, and was unwilling to participate in the fight, which actually brought great difficulty to Li Jinglan's follow-up plan.

Wayaogou is a female bandit leader, with a violent personality, and Ningwuguan has a grudge against the clan, it is estimated that it is very difficult to convince, plus Wayaogou is different from Caiyunjian, it belongs to the bandits, although there are only 900 horse bandits, but there are more than 1,000 mounts, if there is no restriction on the periphery, it is easy to make a situation of chickens and eggs, which is what Li Jinglan does not want to see.

But he was also unwilling to force Huang Xulei, but asked Huang Xulei in more detail about his views and suggestions on Wayaogou. I made an appointment with him to go down the mountain, and then I went on the road alone.

The heavy snow in the capital academy is like chaos, the recent ups and downs have not brought much blow to the academy that has gone through a jiazi practice, the best teacher is still the three big stones at the door, some people say that they represent the past, present and future of the academy, the teachings of the old master are still there, the emperor did not remove the boulder for a day, the academy is as stable as Mount Tai, the young man who made a grand wish walks in the world one day, and the hope of the academy is always in the world.

Therefore, it is enough for the academy to make its own voice, Lin Rang snorted above the main hall, which is nothing more than telling the entire court that real scholars will not be confused by external objects, and it is only those wall grasses who go out at this critical juncture, and the real scholars who are worried about their home and country, those real talents, are still in the academy, and this is enough. Impartiality, the golden mean, no self-abandonment, no pride, low-key arrogance, just right in proportion.

Those young students who were gray-headed and gray-faced by Lin Jiaoxi, turned their heads and held them high, profoundly comprehended the power of Yuantong freely, and now when they saw Lin Rang's smiling eyes, their hearts trembled, Yexiang also picked it, and the name was also registered in the court, and the little tail was still firmly pinched in Lin Jiaoxi's hands, and it was not okay to accept it! The rules of the academy are not only etiquette, but also the way of being a person and the way of doing things, these marks engraved in the bone marrow are the words that have been depicted in the hearts of students by generations of teachers and practices, abiding by the rules but not sticking to them, doing the right thing, but not old-fashioned. This is where the hope of the seowon lies. Teacher, preaching is the first! Where the Tao is, the world can go!

However, young people's minds will always shift quickly, the previous month the academy suddenly had a female teacher, which made everyone overjoyed, and after being admitted to the hospital, he brazenly moved into the master's courtyard, which made everyone dumbfounded, people are not strangers, Ye Qingchen, the little princess of Yan Kingdom, has moved Jinghua, and even the Hanlin Academy and Guozijian had to pinch their noses and say sourly: Famous teachers make high apprentices. Of course, everyone will not be too surprised that this person has been living in the academy some time ago and has smashed a lot of "fields", but what does it mean to arrange her in the master's courtyard? Could it be that there is any entanglement with the little master? There is never a lack of more outrageous imagination among literati and artists.

This speculation didn't last long, and it was expelled without a trace by the nature of my fair lady and gentleman, piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and tea, and the seven absolute girls were quickly recognized by the students, of course, the seven absolute are secondary, and the beauty is the key.

From the first time Ye Qingchen opened the altar to give a lecture, the character of the students of the academy collapsed, many teachers looked at the empty school, shook their heads and smiled bitterly, and had no choice but to reposition, Ye Qingchen only gave a lesson in poetry, and only before the big exam would the altar give lectures, which forcibly suppressed the hearts of these young people.

Yan people are heroic, Ye Jiaoxi is well-read and strong, and she is basically handy for poetry, but she prefers to be bold, and she is not rigid in preaching and teaching, supplemented by iron plate and copper drums with "Dajiangdong Go", supplemented by "Sunset Stuff Dust" with Hu Ji Pipa, and supplemented by "Plugged Song" with horn tuba, which often makes the students in the hall more deeply feel that martial arts are not easy and the side is suffering.

Yan women shelter in the academy, is already a matter of the bright side, no matter how Xuan He used to be, but now it is a hairy phoenix, Da Yan bows down is a certainty, it is said that next spring, the Great Yan Emperor will be stationed in Chang'an, although it is hung with the name of the Hou Mansion, but who does not know the two catties? Even the average rich family is not as good as it!

The desolate encounter, the weak girl, and the outstanding talent gave the enthusiastic Daqin students a reason to stand in front of her to shield her from the wind and rain, so Ye Qingchen didn't know how many love poems to throw away these days. Indifferent? It is better to say that the heart belongs.

Snowflakes the size of copper coins fell all over the sky, tightly wrapping the mountain and lake pavilion trees, and slowly stopped in the afternoon, the new quilt that was as crystal clear as jade, so that the slightly gloomy Qiankun showed a different kind of brightness, Ye Qingchen sat alone in the snow pavilion, pinching a golden token between his fingers, stunned, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. This was given to her by the young man when he was leaving, Li Tianxing was already dead, after this dangerous game, Ye Qingchen, who was alone, was likely to face a ruthless counterattack, and this brand might be able to save his life. But why did he save her, and why should she accept his gift?

On that day, she and the young man were in the small pavilion, she also asked him self-deprecatingly, but the young and old Li Jinglan calmly said something that seemed to be irrelevant, at least made her feel that she was his irrelevant person, he said: "The wind and rain in the world should not fall on innocent people." Hehe, innocent people? Are they also people who have no fate? Are people who have no fate just irrelevant people? What a generous sigh! The prince's gold medal was left to him by his senior brother to save his life, and he just easily transferred it to him, who will protect him when he is also lonely, walking thousands of miles in the world? The heart of the girl, who has always been confident, hurts into a painful convulsion and curled up wound.

The young man's face was calm, so ruthless, and the red mole on his eyebrows was as delicate as blood coral, so he wanted to rub it with his fingertips, it must be very warm and comfortable, and the girl who was distracted slowly raised her arm, and the slender jade pointed to the void air.

The fingertips fell into the air, and the arms drooped.

An illusion, a dream.

Ye Qingchen is not jealous of the woman who is more noble than her, she is jealous of the fact that the woman can unscrupulously vent her emotions on the young man, and only at that time will the young man show his true age, he will scream, he will scold back, he will run away, he will hide, he will jump his feet, that is the real young man!

The snowflakes on the top of the pavilion were scattered and scattered by a gust of wind, swirling in the air and slowly falling from in front of them, and my aunt's words sounded in my ears again: "Some flowers are poisonous, from the moment you see it, you are poisoned, the hopeless kind, sometimes you know that this poison is deadly, but that kind of showy, you can't refuse, you can't turn back." Qingchen, if one day, you feel that you have been poisoned, don't be too afraid, don't be too disappointed, it's useless, stay away from it, silently look at its beauty, and enjoy the short-term beauty! This is the only way. "How short is it? Is the rest of your life short? The boat is gone, and the rivers and seas send the rest of your life?

The corners of Ye Qingchen's mouth curled slightly, aunt, why did you admit defeat so easily?

He is so calm, standing by his side is really down-to-earth!

So the crystal clear red mole is really beautiful!

So he is really poisonous with a story!

So what? A vigorous moth to the fire, isn't it the nature of the Yan people? Auntie, you have been in Chang'an for too long! Qingchen is not you, Qingchen only wants to be that firework, what I want is even a moment of beauty, a colorful flower rain, yes, even a moment, a flick of the fingers, a thought.

The frozen "washing inkstone pool" lake is like a mirror, the girl in the red jacket chatters endlessly, the little monk Yifan, who has been the host of the largest Zen temple in Chang'an, is sweating profusely, running around again and again, bringing all kinds of tools and materials to this person, the two villains are twisted and mature, and there are four more snowmen on the inkstone pond in a short time, the round one is called Li Fugui, the thin one is called Brother Lan, and the mighty and domineering pigtail of the left sword and the right sword is naturally "invincible in the academy" The heroine Pei Xiaohuan, as for being like a gourd, with a round and a glaze, is naturally a little monk who works hard for whom. Pei Nuxia patted the snowman's round bald head with her little hand that was red from the cold, "Little monk, let's see if my sister is good to you, this bald head, tsk, the master of Lushan in the academy can't carve such a round." Look at Sister Pei's kindness to you, it's so good! Why don't you hurry up and thank me! Give my sister the good things of your White Horse Temple and move them to your house?"

Yifan said with a bitter face: "Pei Nuxia, the circle is round, but why do you all have noses, eyes and eyebrows, but the little monk is a bare ball?"

"Pop" this time it is not a snowman, but a real bald head: "Stupid monk, aren't you cultivating a circle, empty, and nothing? With your little understanding of Buddhism, I really don't know how those old masters of the White Horse Temple can hold you so high, you said, my sister has this belly of ink, and she is going to the White Horse Temple, can she be held to the lotus seat immediately!" Pei Xiaohuan's eyebrows danced proudly.

"Everyone is a Buddha, Pei Nuxia is kind-hearted, knowledgeable, and profound, so she is naturally a big Buddha!" If these eminent monks of the White Horse Temple see it, they will simply cover their faces and run away!

The smile on the corner of Ye Qingchen's mouth in the distance was like the ripples of the spring lake slowly swinging away, and a few readers who were going around the pavilion, pretending to be chanting poetry and singing, were actually stupid.

Lan Hai wears sideburns, and jade lips are fragrant

Slender eyebrows, how much love can you bear?

Leave white space, a few lines

Bamboo leaves and plum blossoms dotted

Who asks

Can snow fall on the umbrella?

The seven-string dingdong can't break the purple smoke of the yellow furnace

The ink fades to lighten,

The mountains are getting farther and farther away

Slender and fashionable fur tail spin

Petal Qiong flowers show off her shoulders

Tu Danqing, a lonely guest who came late

Independence into the river

What a picture of an ink beauty watching the snow.