It was noon. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Refugees from outside Xijiang City poured into the city gate like a tidal wave.

At this time of the day, there will be people in Xijiang City here to distribute food for the refugees.

Of course, when it comes to disaster food, it is actually a bowl of rice porridge made from rice that can be counted almost clearly.

Don't say that hunger is hanging, this thing is far from enough.

But every day, every hour, hungry refugees still rush here in an endless stream for this bowl of rice porridge. It's just that even if it's such a clear porridge that you can hardly find a grain of rice, not everyone can get it.

Therefore, it is not surprising that there are fights for this bowl of rice porridge every day, and it is not strange that people are killed.

Kill this thing.

In the heyday, there may be some idle people who have nothing to do, and there is no vitality to fight for you.

You have a dead and blind rest, he has a reputation as a knight.

No matter how bad it is, after all, there will still be someone who can't see the wilderness of violent corpses, a roll of straw mats, a compensation for loess, wrapped in corpses, and buried, but there is no shortage of resting places.

But in troubled times, jackals are running, and everyone is in danger.

and made this thing a mustard.

Thou shalt die thy death, and thou shalt not cook thy corpse and make thy flesh for the sake of the flesh, and who cares about a corpse by the roadside?

This is the way of the world.

The world is good, alive, looking at other people's ladies, other people's wealthy compounds, brocade clothes and food, envy in my heart, and feel bitter.

But the world is in turmoil.

If you live, you will only be left to live.

The barbarian army crossed Xiling, burned and looted all the way, and the refugees who came from all over the place gathered in large numbers outside Xijiang City.

However, the daily distribution of disaster food in Xijiang City is getting less and less.

At first, although I couldn't find any rice grains, there was a little bit of it, but now, this so-called clear porridge has almost been replaced with clear water, not to mention rice grains, but I can't find any porridge flavor.

There is a way, and if you are poor, you will change.

This person wants to live, but once he can't live, he inevitably thinks of other ways.

For example, the man in the prime of life at this moment smashed the porcelain bowl in his hand, and the bowl of porridge with some poor rice grains spilled all over the ground at that time.

"Damn, is this for people to eat?" the man in his prime apparently had some skill, and pointed at the official in charge of distributing the food, and rebuked loudly.

And some of the surrounding refugees who didn't grab the porridge didn't mean to watch the man at all, they fell to the ground like wolves, and they didn't care about the dust on the ground, so they actually lay on the ground, scrambling to lick the porridge on the ground.

"If you don't want to eat, you can not eat. The official in charge of the disaster food gave the man a cold look and said with a calm brow.

"What, you still want to rebel?" his eyes narrowed, and a cold light flashed in his eyes as he looked at the man.

The middle-aged man looked like he used to have some status, but he was provoked by the official, and he was immediately angry.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the steamed bun that was placed in a corner for those soldiers, and his heart suddenly became greedy, plus he was hungry during this time. He thought that even if he died, he could not be a starving ghost, so such thoughts began to spread in his heart like wildfire.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and arched his body slightly, as if he was ready to grab food.

But he didn't know that such an act had already been looked at by the official, and he didn't even have time to make a move, the official glanced left and right, and several armor soldiers suddenly moved forward, and before the man could react, countless sharp swords pierced his body.

The color in the middle-aged man's pupils instantly became sluggish, and his body fell to the ground after a beating.

But his death was not noticed by the refugees around him, who still scrambled to lick the rice porridge that had seeped into the ground. What's more, the moment the man died, his eyes were fixed on the man.

It was a human corpse, but it was also a feast that the hungry would not be able to refuse.

......

Xijiang City, too shou mansion.

A man sat in front of the desk with a pen and ink in his hand, he was dressed in a crow-blue robe, clean and beautiful, in stark contrast to the tide of refugees outside the city of Naxijiang.

The pen in his hand stopped and went, and his brow was not furrowed, as if he was considering or considering something.

At this moment, the door of the study was pushed open, and a man dressed as a soldier walked in.

He came to the man's side, respectfully gave the man a Great Wei military salute, and then said: "General, today's disaster food has been distributed, and another hundred troublemakers have been beheaded for public display. ”

"Hmm. The man replied without raising his head, his eyes still fixed on the scroll in front of him. From time to time, his brushstrokes fell, as if he were putting the finishing touches on that painting.

The soldier who received the man's reply had no intention of leaving, and after a slight hesitation, he said again: "General, the spies from the front have reported that Tuoba Yuanwu's army has arrived a hundred miles away from Xijiang City, and it is estimated that in three days, it will inevitably attack." ”

The man's pen stopped at that point.

He still kept his head down, but the light in his eyes fluctuated slightly.

It wasn't until after a few breaths of silence that he nodded and responded, "Got it, you can step down." ”

"......" The soldier was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect the man to react like this, he subconsciously wanted to persuade something, but when the words came to his lips, he thought of the man's usual style, and finally retracted what he wanted to say, and left the door silently.

When the soldier had retreated, the man, as if he had never heard of that before, once again turned his attention to the scroll in front of him.

He lightly traced the scroll again, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

He put down his pen and began to study the painting.

It was an ink landscape painting.

The mountains are majestic, outlined with a strong brushstroke, and splashed with heavy brushes.

The water is graceful, rendered in the method of breaking the pen and scorching ink, and the key points are left blank, not heavy or light, just right.

The mountains and rivers blend, and the whole painting suddenly presents a majestic atmosphere.

The man thought about it at that time, lifted the pen in his hand again, and began to write on the lower right side of the scroll.

A vigorous handwriting came to life at that time.

"The king does not know where the rivers and mountains are, and he has misunderstood me in the world for sixty years. ”

After writing like this, he wrote four more big characters directly above the scroll.

"Great Wei River Mountain. ”

This time, he finally put pen to paper, held his scroll high, and took a closer look.

"Another masterpiece!!"

"Good!"

"Hahaha!"

......

He laughed insolently at that moment.

The voice grows from small to loud, from arrogance to inexplicable sadness.

lingering in this Taishou Mansion, it will not disperse for a long time.