Chang'an night is still prosperous.

However, the drunken fairy in Nancheng is slightly cool.

The deep well poured water on the blue stone road, and the black scab was scattered red and floated like lacquer. The evergreen trees on the side of the road float their leaves, brushing the dust and sand and resting on the cracks in the stones, as if telling the grief and indignation of being abandoned. A world-class gamble brings infinite sighs. Tens of thousands of officers and soldiers, and countless spectators have long since dispersed. There were few passers-by, few drinkers, and seven or eight men cleaned up the bloodstains outside the door. The smell is so foul that people can't help but cover their mouths with their sleeves, and the broom in their hands becomes perfunctory. Perfunctory is not an attitude, but a mood. Because, the imperial power has begun to ignore human rights.

Drunken Immortal Building, high-rise.

Look up at the stars by the railing, and drink two cups of tea alone.

The vast night is endless, and the Qionglou is extremely lonely.

The green shirt fluttered with the high wind, and the deep and indifferent eyes were like stars about to sink into the night, unusually lonely. After the gambling game ended, Huang Qi ordered the seven corpses to be collected into the coffin, intending to send them back to the deceased's hometown, but Xia Xun refused his kindness.

Because the northerners are different from the southerners.

To the south of Beipiguan, there are four seasons in heaven and earth, and fish and rice are abundant. To the north of Beipi Pass, it is the northern polar region, the climate is extremely cold, there is very little life, the terrain is extremely dangerous and all are glacial desperate, and it has never been a suitable place for living beings to reproduce and live. And the people who live there, Ru Mao drinks blood, wanders from place to place, and struggles every day for food, spouses, land and other primitive resources, and is on the verge of life and death. It wasn't until twenty years ago that an old man from the south appeared on the polar region and taught them the art of survival in a desperate situation. The northerners began to mine and alchemy, take ice walls, break stones to build villages, turn snow into ponds, domesticate livestock, and build huge cities, so that life improved, and they also broke away from the group of wild beasts in a fundamental sense. However, the world still calls them barbarians, because they still live in the land of barbarians and inherit the culture of wild beasts. They dream of one day moving south to the Central Plains, taking a look at the green mountains and green waters that the old man said, and cultivating thousands of miles of fertile land for future generations, but there is always a giant python coiled at the end of the natural danger in the north. They can't get by, so they have to wait...

Therefore, instead of returning to the roots, it is better to wait on the spot, where they die, they will be dust, and a sunny flower will be raised. Maybe one day, the dream will come true?

"Sha..."

The stars are shining, and the moon is bright.

Carved beams and paintings, geometry of the past and present?

The north tower leads to the sky, the south building is drunk with immortals, and the two phases look at each other from afar like a mighty sword, running through the sky, standing in the world.

The breeze is thin, the tea is slightly cool, and the two figures are like statues made of stone, looking at the clouds and smoke for a long time.

"Senior brother. ”

"Huh?"

"What are your plans after the national exam?"

The black cloth thought coldly for a moment: "Go back to Yueyang." ”

"Aren't you going to go to Pure Yang?"

"If you have a fate, you will go. ”

Looking at the stars at night, Xia Xun nodded silently: "What if there is no chance in this life?"

"Then wait for the next life. Mo Xian didn't think about it, and replied coldly.

“......”

Xia Xun seemed to understand something, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Senior brother can't help but see it too thoroughly, right?"

Mo was silent, perhaps because of his indifferent temperament, he didn't know how to express his inner entanglement, so he could only choose to be silent. Xia Xun didn't continue to ask, because he knew how to measure, and many times it might be more appropriate not to say many things than to say it. That's the case right now.

A cold wind fell from the dome, blowing away the subtle topics, and reshaping the people who looked out from the railing into stone figures. The hallway is silent and cold, and the wine is drunk in the house, the contrast between the inside and the outside but the same sadness is recounted. Some people cry, some people get drunk, some people die, they have no sleep at night, and their hearts are tired.

As the night was late and the night wind was cold for half a minute, Mo Xian raised his hand to hold on to the railing: "I don't understand the reason why Huang Qi is trying to help you." ”

Xia Xun picked up the cold tea and took a sip: "Repay the favor." ”

"The cost of pouring out the family wealth is too great, what kind of kindness is this?"

Mo Xian said, Xia Xun put down the teacup, and the wind blew by the railing.

"Do you remember the story I told you that night in Shoushan?"

After a pause, without waiting for Mo Xian to answer, Xia Xun continued to explain: "The ancestor of the Huang family is the head of the fisherman, after the head of the fishing family learned the secret of Langzhong, he asked the Fenggu Sword Sect for someone, and asked the Huang clan relatives of Dongzhou for money, and alone created the Huang family's dart game that was famous in Dongzhou at that time. In the name of the dart game, he secretly recruited troops, hoarded boats, and trained sailors, intending to recross the East China Sea and seize the treasures of the Jin family in the Southern Regions. However, he far underestimated the cost of forming a sailor who could break into the barren seas, and within a few years, the Huang clan's silver was consumed, and the plan was on hold. As a last resort, he had no choice but to ask for the Xia family, the first family in Dongzhou at that time. The patriarch of the Xia clan of that generation was also a very discerning person, and when he heard the fisherman's plan, he did not hesitate to accept all his requests, and there was only one condition, a day and a minute, and it would be inexhaustible. Later, with the full support of the Dongzhou Xia family, the Huang family, and the Fenggu Dao Sect, Yutou successfully established an invincible fleet, swept across the East China Sea, and snatched most of the benefits from the Jin family in the Southern Regions in five years, and only then did he have today's world's richest Kyoto Huang family. That's why Huang Qi has to help me today. ”

Mo Xian thought for a while: "One percentage of interest per day, how much interest has been accumulated for hundreds of years?"

"Four hundred thirty three million two hundred seventy four thousand four hundred twenty-three taels of gold. If you lose today, you will still owe our Huang family 346,146,144 taels, and if you do not, you can repay it for eternity. ”

“......”

The voice is clear, light and playful.

The speaker is not Xia Xun, it is Huang Qi. Huang Qi held the wine pot in one hand and the carved white porcelain cup in the other, and was walking from the door of the wing. His arrival, like a fallen leaf in water, was gently filled, and it did not disturb much of the tranquility here. Walking slowly to Xia Xun and Mo Xian, he lifted his robe and leaned against the Huamu railing, and said with a meaningful smile: "Fortunately, you won." ”

"Thank you. ”

“......”

Xia Xun thanked lightly, and Huang Qi no longer had anything to say.

The calm is still the same, but there is one more stone sculpture looking up at the stars.

Huang Qi didn't ask Xia Xun and Mo Xian why they didn't enter the wing room to join Xia Hou, and Xia Xun didn't ask why Huang Qi came out, as if they both knew each other.

The cool breeze blows, and the light is weak.

At the edge of the water, boatmen who take the night net to collect the net wade ashore with their catches. The wine shop is closed, the restaurant is sending off customers, and the small noodle restaurant under the Qinglong Bridge has closed its doors and windows. The only remaining flower shop Qinglou is still like a cloud, the warbler is crying, the girls are waving silk handkerchiefs, smiling, shy and melancholy, just like the ice and snow clean jade, just like the peach blossoms in the spring breeze, calling people towards the twilight.

Leaning on the tall buildings, you can watch the night of Kyoto and enjoy the scenery of the world.

After a long time, Xia Xun brought up the words again: "Today you pretend to be quite similar." It reminds me of the miserable appearance when you were a child, when Old Man Huang threw you to our village to study, just a few tears and snot. If we could bring it, maybe we could win a lot easier today, hehe. ”

"Haha. ”

Huang Qi smiled awkwardly with a little embarrassment: "Such a small thing, do you remember?"

"It's not small, you were six years old at that time, I was three years old, Xiahou was seven years old, Xiahou beat you up for this matter, but you cried your nose to find Uncle Yuan, but beat him for a long time. I still remember that tragic scene vividly. Xia Xun said reminiscingly, plain, but full of childlike fun among childhood playmates.

"Heh..."Huang Qi smiled: "That's what he deserves, who let him be okay and always love to bully people?

Xia Xun also smiled slightly: "It's okay, he inherits Uncle Yuan's virtues, and he is uncomfortable if he doesn't cause trouble for a day, and even grandpa can't care about him." It's just that I never thought that his ability to cause trouble grew faster than his body. At the end of the conversation, he looked helpless.

"If you can't manage it, you have to take care of it. ”

Huang Qi's smile also showed helplessness: "Today he broke into a catastrophe, fortunately we can still make up for it, if you are not by his side one day, he will die like this nonsense." We can save him once or twice, and we can't help him get the thatch paper behind his ass every day, right?"

"Yes. ”

Xia Xun nodded heavily: "You really have to take care of it." ”

Between the words, the two of them had been looking up at the stars, never looking at each other, as if everything was just small talk between friends, lightly and lightly.

After thinking about it, Xia Xun said again: "But I can't control him, and the next road is not easy to walk." ”

"Whose way?" asked Huang Qi.

"We include you as well. Xia Xun replied.

Drink a glass of wine and pour a glass from a jug.

The strong rice wine, roundabout on his lips and tongue, Huang Qi thought for a long time, and then swallowed deeply: "Yes, it's not easy to go." ”

The cool breeze blows the green silk, ethereal.

The conversation suddenly became even more heavy...

"The tree wants to be quiet and the wind does not stop, the falling flowers have no intention of flowing with the water, and the flowing water is ruthless and the flowers are broken. ”

Xia Xun was deeply touched and muttered two sentences, and then returned to the topic: "When I came to Beijing for half a month, I never went to Huangfu to visit the old man, which is really rude, but I also want to stand far away from you, and avoid suspicion if you should avoid suspicion." Unexpectedly, we still stood all the way back. ”

"As expected, it just came a little faster. ”

Huang Qi drank a glass of old rice wine suddenly: "Since ancient times, the imperial power has been supreme, and businessmen have been regarded as pigs and dogs in the circle, lean and fattened. If he wants to cut the flesh of our Huang family, he always only needs an excuse to raise a butcher's knife. Even if they don't slaughter now, they will slaughter one day. ”

"It might be more accurate to say that the timing is coming. ”

"No, just an excuse. ”

"Well, excuses. ”

Xia Xun didn't intend to make a useless defense, and lightly responded to Huang Qi's statement: "The Yin family is here to buy a lot of money from you, right?"

"Oh?" Huang Qi was surprised, "How do you know?"

Xia Xun smiled faintly: "Embarrassment is a traitor, gold and silver are businessmen." The Southern Regions trade route was attached to Li Chang'an, who was still in a weak position after the general trend was established. Since the Jin family uses a leaf of gold to bet on me, the silver family will inevitably follow up with you to place a bet, and the two-pronged combination can ensure that nothing goes wrong. ”

Huang Qi probably understood the basis of Xia Xun's calculation, the businessman also conspired, and the planner also business, this is the truth. Poured a glass of rice wine and drank it, and said: "Their mother-in-law and grandson want to exchange the kiln in the southern region for our Qinglou in the northern Xinjiang, and the price given is also quite attractive, but my father finally refused." ”

"Why?" Xia Xun asked.

"It's fat. ”

Huang Qi said with emotion: "The Huang family has been prosperous for hundreds of years, swallowing the world's Kyushu business, and at the same time supporting himself into a big fat man, it is difficult to move an inch if he wants to move his body." The north and south are separated by tens of millions of miles, if you force yourself on the road, even if you get to the southern regions, I'm afraid that our big fat man will have to be cut off by someone. This bite of rice is not delicious. ”

"It's not a long-term solution. ”

Xia Xun slowed down, and then said: "Today's events, it can be seen that the emperor's heart has murderous intent. If you don't make a quick decision, I'm afraid you won't be able to run if you want to in the future. ”

"Heh..."

Huang Qi laughed self-deprecatingly: "Run? Why do you run? There is a sword sect in the north, there are tens of millions of relatives of the Huang clan in the east, and Kyoto is the lifeblood of the Huang family, why do you run? If we run, they will have to bear the wrath of the Son of Heaven, don't you think we are like the old man Yin? Pat our butts and leave a debt behind, right?"

“......”

The words were blocked in the throat, and Xia Xun could only be silent.

Yes, can't run away. Today's Huang family is just like the Xia family back then, his grandfather fled to the north, which directly led to the overthrow of the Dongzhou River Valley, and even the entire Tang Xia clan was wiped out. Although businessmen seek profits, they cherish their wings more than schemers, and they also value flesh and blood affection more. Therefore, with the temperament of the saint of the Huang family, he would definitely not do such a ruthless and unrighteous thing.

"On the way to Beijing, I passed through many places, and I saw that grain, cotton and linen, ginger and garlic, hemostatic grass and other materials have been in short supply.

"Yes, that's good. ”

“......”