Speaking of Wen Tianxiang, Yan Hua's eyes shone brightly: "Wen Tianxiang, the real hero, "History of the Song Dynasty" called him a man of lofty ideals since ancient times, who wants to believe in the righteousness of the world, does not blunt his heart with success or failure, and the life of a gentleman is called 'benevolence', which is in line with the righteousness of heaven, that is, the peace of people's hearts. The 'Crossing Zero Ding Yang' written before his death has become a swan song for the ages. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs. The panicked beachhead said panic, and the zero ding sighed in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat. Well written......"

Ou Xuzi said disappreciatively: "What can Wen Tianxiang do in the hero of the world, he wants to break the Yuan army with his own strength, but it is just the courage of the horseman, it is unrealistic, although the imperial court crowned him Shaobao and Xinguo Gong, but in the end he was defeated by Zhang Hongfan and was caught by Wang Weiyi, a thousand households of the Yuan army." The Song Dynasty is over, and the unlucky ones are not still the common people, who are displaced and miserable. ”

Yan Hua was furious and said: "Why don't you kid know how to rely on people, Wen Tianxiang was defeated and captured in Wupoling, he would rather die than surrender, and when he was about to be executed, he bowed down to the south and calmly took justice, even his enemy Yuan Shizu sighed to the ministers: 'Wen Tianxiang is a good man, he refuses to be used by me, and it is a pity to kill him. At the moment, because of the edict, Wen Tianxiang was given as the Duke of Luling County, and he was given loyalty and martial arts. ”

Ou Xuzi hurriedly said: "Don't be angry Yan Lao, Wen Tianxiang's hero is known to the world, I just talk about things, and I have no other intentions." ”

Yan Hua looked at him coldly and said: "Ou Xuzi, you are also the descendant of Ou Yezi, the ancestor of the sword, and a series of famous bronze swords cast by Ou Yezi are the best in China and have become the sharp weapons of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period." Ou Xuzi, your ancestors are so famous, why did they decline when they came to you? Is it the blood of your ancestors in your body?"

Ou Xuzi turned red, lowered his head and said: "The hero doesn't mention the courage of the year, I still say the same thing, I want to turn the sky over again with my own strength, that's a dream, I have a young wife and children, I don't want them to be afraid of me, or live between the world and the world, I have to get by." ”

Yan Hua also sighed lightly and said: "I said what I said just now, don't care, when you are brave, you are my life-saving benefactor." Being able to survive now is the most realistic thing at the moment, otherwise, it is useless to have empty ambitions. ”

As the two were talking about this, a crisp voice came from behind them: "Mr. Yan, husband, it's time to eat." ”

A woman in her twenties stood at the gate of the courtyard, although her face was yellow, but she couldn't cover her beauty and beauty, her expression was very tired, but a pair of black eyes, still cool like a sweet spring in the desert, exuding infinite affection, looking at her husband Ou Xuzi, smiling reluctantly. The tall and slender figure is like a cold plum branch proud of the snow, standing in the cold night sky, blooming quietly and elegantly in this ethereal world.

Even Mr. Yan nodded secretly, the long journey and the hunger and cold all the way did not affect her beauty in the slightest, the feeling of this woman standing there, as if a more fresh fragrance quietly spread throughout the grassland, slowly, slowly spread in everyone's hearts.

Ou Xuzi's expression immediately softened, he strode up to the woman, and whispered: "Xuan Han, my husband is incompetent, and I have made you suffer." ”

This is his wife Xiao Xuanhan, Wan Er smiled and replied: "Husband, don't say that, you and I depend on each other, it is a miracle to survive, and when we take root here, we will be fine." ”

"Yes, it will be okay as soon as it is qiē, I hope so, Mr. Yan, let's go into the house. Ou Xuzi said without confidence, and his face was gloomy.

As soon as the sky gradually got dark, the sun set, and the whole tunzi was like falling into an ice cellar, and the winter night of the cold grassland came. The lead-heavy skylight outlines the gray outline of the adobe house, making it even more low. There was no light in the windows of every house, only the silence of death, but in the house of Lao Zabu it was very lively, Renci brought barley wine, he and his wife Nima, a tall Tibetan woman took the jerky that they were usually reluctant to eat to make a few dishes, the women cleaned up the table, the horse lamp was lit, Yan Hua and Renci were doing it face to face, accompanied by Ou Xuzi.

Renji picked up the wine glass and wiped it carefully, then dipped a little barley wine on the ring finger of his right hand and sprinkled it in the air. After doing the same action three times, he said: "Brother Yan, this is our Tibetan etiquette, called 'three sips of a glass' of wine, you have to drink three sips in a row, each sip, the host will add wine to you once, and when the third wine is added, the guest will drink the wine dry." ”

Yan Hua also replied with a smile: "I am following the local customs, should, should." ”

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