The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 223: Northern Liang 4 Battle (5)

(Actually, this chapter is only one of the three fragments originally expected to be the big chapter. The remaining two fragments are about Liangliao Movements and the Battle of Liuzhou, but today I definitely can’t finish it in one breath, and only the second paragraph is written. Half, in order to keep updating, I had to upload it first. [Reading the latest chapters] √∟Vertex novel,)

In the Southern Dynasties Xijing, a wealthy mansion whose threshold is high enough to require young children to turn over and pass through.

The guests are all here to celebrate the old patron of this house as a hundred-year-old man Rui, the whole Xijing City, there are very few people who have lived to this age, but there is such a good reputation as the old patron. I can't find it anymore. Even the Xijing officialdom bosses who have survived into the ancient times, most of them don't know the real name of this person Rui, they all call Wang Weng, and the younger ones can only call the old man. As one of the family members of the Southern Dynasty, although the children of the Wang family who are two generations lower than the old man are not in the climate, they only have a southern court minister and two military town lieutenants, and two of them are now dead, but fortunately the grandson’s great-grandson I am very striving. I climbed all the way from the bottom of the North Mang army. I was surprised that I became one of the four great bowls of Wangzhang by virtue of his actual military merits. Now he is married to a Longguan noble who has a high grade of A character. , The trend of the entire family can be described as thriving.

Today’s birthday celebration is not a harmony from beginning to end. The Longguan nobles, who were the head snakes of the Northern Mang and Southern Dynasties, are intertwined internally. They have marriages and feuds. Some people are not dealing with the family-in-law of the Wang family, who is a foreign family. A picture was sent with only the words "Longevity Hundreds".

This kind of unscrupulous face slap, even the guests who came to visit can not see it, but the old man Wang actually smiled and took the handwriting personally, and did not forget to ask the housekeeper to give the servant who ran errands to give the hand a copy. Hi silver.

After all, the old man is a hundred-year-old. It is impossible to treat guests for too long. After meeting some Xijing important ministers or younger generations, he will be handed over to the nephew who has been a minister of ceremonies for 16 years to entertain the visitors. Old man Then he went back to rest in the Yajing courtyard. The small courtyard was not small, planted with dozens of extremely rare plum trees, and Mr. Wang also called himself “Merlin Ye Lao” because of this.

In the evening with the sound of people outside, the old man asked the people in the yard to move a wicker chair under the plum tree, and was carefully supported by a delicate maid, lying on the cushion with a piece of soft silk brocade. Chair.

The little maid did not dare to leave. She sat on a small bench in accordance with the old rules. She respected this unimaginable old man. Since she entered this yard as a maid, she has never seen the old man give birth. Once she was angry, she clearly remembered that she had just arrived in the yard as a errand. One day she sat in the inner room and watched the old man taking a nap. Someone outside the house accidentally broke the teacup. The old man who was sleeping very lightly woke up immediately, and she was scared to death. , I never thought that the old man just smiled and shook his hand at her after waking up, and motioned to her as if she didn't know anything. Later, she heard that some people in the courtyard had neglected their duties in the early years. The plum forest froze to death several plum trees in a certain winter. The Wang family was so angry that they would use the family method and get down with a hundred whips, and the life of the person would naturally be gone. The old man still spoke, saying that there are many valuable things in the world, but there is nothing worth more than human life. If the tree is gone, it will be gone. It doesn’t matter. Anyway, you won’t see the new plum become the old plum in this life. Dry plum is also good.

The old man lay quietly on the chair, looking at the plum branches that were not lush above his head, and slowly said: "Little girl, Chaimi, the summer is going to go by now. In my hometown, sometimes it’s called the Meiyu season. , Because when it rained, it was the time when Jiangnan plums were ripe, so it was called Meiyu. It sounds good, right? Not a scholar, I can’t think of such a name. When I was young, I often chanted some from my elders. If you don’t understand the truth, it’s easy to say, “If you send out peach blossoms and water, it will be dry yellow plums”, “Rain hits yellow plums, there will be no sun in forty-five days.” Now when you read it, you will feel catchy."

The maid asked curiously and softly: "Why does the old man like plum trees so much?"

The old man who was too lazy to be so talkative took a slow breath and laughed: "In my hometown, there are all kinds of exquisites, some are interesting, some are boring, not only are people divided into different categories, even flowers are no exception , Such as crazy catkins, thin peach blossoms... and this plum blossom style."

The maid, who has been poor since she was a child, has not read much, said in a low voice: "Strong style?"

The old man of the Wang family smiled, "A scholar who writes poems with correct speech and high spirits is the best, and he will be called vigorous. Then the vigor of a scholar is probably what the Confucian Saint Zhang called the'poor It’s difficult to do well, but I can’t do it well. It’s just that I’m better than many people, that is, some people have no spine, so they don’t want to look at them. Others have a strong character, not only do not feel shameful, but also spit or even make trouble. As for me, I still have the most unhelpful mind."

The little maid scratched her head quietly, confused, and didn't understand.

Probably because he was tired, the old man began to close his eyes and rest his mind.

At this time, there was a faint sound of footsteps from the courtyard gate. The maid hurriedly turned her head and looked at her. She was stunned. Not only was the lord Wang who was the minister of the Ministry of rituals but who had never been the head of the Wang family coming. And when he entered the yard, he was always smiling and bending over, half of the position behind two strange men. When the maid lifted his eyes, he couldn't move his eyes suddenly, because the youngest of the three was the youngest. That woman from is so good-looking. Wang Xuanling, the "time-honored" ceremonial servant of the Southern Dynasty temple, approached the rattan chair and picked up his pace a bit, whispering to the old lady who seemed to be asleep: "The prince is here."

The old man opened his eyes and just about to get up with the help of Wang Xuanling and the maid Chaimi, the tall man in his prime of life hurriedly smiled: "The old man does not need to be polite, just lie down, Yeluhong is empty-handed this time. Then, I was wrong and rude, the old lady is lucky not to blame."

Although the trembling servant of the Ministry of Rites has received the gaze of the Prince Beimang, he still can't help his old man's insistence. The latter stood up, very strenuous but respectfully made a bow, and the prince who visited the Wang's mansion in a private visit was helpless. "Old lady, this is for Yelvhong to have no self-confidence, sit down, sit down quickly."

The old man tried his best to straighten his waist and sat on a wicker chair. Wang Xuanling and the small courtyard maid each brought a huanghuali chair over. When the maid saw the beautiful woman and His Royal Highness seated almost at the same time, he immediately eyelid. The son flicked.

The prince Beimang, who rushed back to Xijing from the battlefield of Hutou City, said with a pleasant face: "The old man is well-known for his essayists. For my birthday, I rushed here in a hurry. For a while, I couldn’t come up with a suitable birthday gift. I had no choice but to visit the house empty-handed. I must make up for it later. I also hope that the old lady Haihan."

The old man smiled and said: "His Royal Highness killed the old man, and killed the old man."

Seeing that the old man, who has been speaking less and less over the years, is very happy and has a good response, and he is not too old-fashioned. Wang Xuanling, who is afraid of making some moths, breathes a sigh of relief. I'm really right, depending on the situation, I can only stand at the moment. Is this expected to sit in the Shangshu chair?

Although Yelvhongcai said that he was not treated by those prairie giants in the court of Beimang, there were few Beimang’s most powerful generals and Ji Jihua who clearly stated that they stood behind him, but this person is justified after all. Among the descendants of the Southern Dynasty who valued orthodoxy the most, there are still a considerable number of nobles who are more optimistic about Yelv Hongcai. The two former kings of the South and North Houses, Huang Songpu and Xu Huainan, are actually both right. This gentle prince is very close, but with the sudden death of Xu Huainan and the resignation of Huang Songpu, as well as the rise of Dong Zhuo, Hong Jingyan, and Zhong Tan, a large group of young and powerful generals, Yelvhong has become more and more low-key. .

Wang Xuanling, standing still and holding his breath with his hands on the side, is certainly not stupid. His Royal Highness came quietly this time, half of which came for the identity of Wang Jingchong’s child as Dong Nabo, and half because of his own grandfather’s intolerance among the survivors of the Southern Dynasties. Underestimate the prestige. Especially after the marriage between the royal family and the big family with the word A, it is equivalent to touching the true center of the Southern Dynasty, not like the ordinary family with the word B, which looks beautiful on the surface, and there are people in the family who serve as generals, but in fact they are a group of people attached to Longguan. It's just an echo bug of the tyrants.

Wang Xuanling didn't have mixed feelings for a while. The land under his feet, the Meilin Courtyard, the Wang Family Mansion, the entire Xijing City, and even the entire Southern Dynasties, was the majestic Murong old lady, who was specially opened for the spring and autumn survivors of Hong Jia’s north rush. In a paradise, in addition to the **** melon vines that happened inexplicably back then, many "peach trees" moved from the Central Plains countries to the southern dynasty were cut down, which is frightening. In addition, the Empress Murong is very much to their survivors of the southern dynasty. Shangneng is quite caring. Some of the Beiting clans’ southward provocations will be punished by King Yelu afterwards. It may not be too heavy, but it can’t be said to be painless or itchy. Just like the royal family where Wang Xuanling is located, although it is not a big family of the Central Plains in the past, it is still a tenth imperial imperial family. It is still in exile for thousands of miles, leaving the hometown, and it is more than rolling in the mud. The mourning dog is not as good as that. How can one think of becoming a court official in yellow and purple court attire again in the Southern Dynasties?

Yelü Hongcai's face suddenly became gloomy, and he whispered: "Old lady, I just heard about the character, the second clan of Longguan is really unreasonable to make trouble! When I return to the grassland king's account, I will definitely talk to your majesty personally. Saying this, there is absolutely no reason for the old lady to suffer such great grievances!"

The old man smiled and waved his hand gently and said: "It's okay, it doesn't matter what it means. As far as the word is concerned, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a thousand gold in our Southern Dynasty. Although there is no signature, it is obviously the calligraphy today. Yu Liang, one of the four great masters, wrote that the old minister still has this kind of foresight. It is worthy of being'strokes like dragon's claws appearing in the clouds, full of bones, bones, gold and stone', not the armor that can be admired by Liyang literary circles Counselor, I can't write this mood in any way. Besides, the veteran has to live at this age, he should also rely on the old to sell the old, many things can naturally be regarded as childish, just smile, just smile. There are many ancient poetry books. If you say'life is only a hundred years', this'but' is really hard to say, even if the veteran can't make it, what does it matter? So, your Highness, don't worry about it. Talking after dinner is better than getting angry. "

The arrogant and deserted woman seemed a little surprised when she heard the old man's words. For the first time, she faced the Wang family's grandfather.

Yelü Hongcai smiled heartily: "The birthday star is the biggest, I will listen to the old man."

While the old man smiled, he silently glanced at Wang Xuanling. The latter was also an old man in his sixtieth year. He was still like a child who made mistakes in front of the old man. He immediately panicked and said: "It's not a nephew who talks too much..."

Yelü Hongcai helped explain: "The old lady, it has nothing to do with Wang Shilang, I heard about it myself."

The old man smiled and said: "In this yard, His Royal Highness is the biggest, and the old ministers listen to His Royal Highness."

Yelühong only smiled. It seemed that a simple sentence of joking and chatting caused the crown prince to swallow many of the original drafts. Now that the heat is enough, adding more firewood will be too late.

I chatted with the old man about poetry, calligraphy and painting again, and did not mention anything about the military affairs. Yeluhong saw the unconcealed fatigue of the old man of the Wang family, so he got up and said goodbye. Of course, he would not let the old man get up and send him off. For many years, the Shi Lang Wang accompanied him to leave the yard.

The maid named Chaimi secretly patted her chest. It turned out that it was His Royal Highness who was here in person. I really couldn't see it, and there was no shelf at all.

The old man from the Wang family who was lying back in the wicker chair closed his eyes and slapped the arm of the wicker chair leisurely with one hand.

Chai Mi tiptoed to fetch a round fan, gently fanning the breeze for the old man.

The breeze is blowing, and the heat in the late summer, which is not too heavy, is getting clearer.

A smile appeared on the old man’s face, and he muttered to himself: "Sit calmly in the mountains and seas, pinching the world for thousands of years."

The maid dare not speak.

I just sincerely hope that this centenarian can live another hundred years.

The old man went silent, not knowing how long he had passed, and said: "Chaimi, don't fan your hands when you are tired."

The maid smiled and said: "Old lady, don't worry, the slave and maid can still fan a while."

The old lady of the Wang family whispered softly: "Take advantage of today's good spirits, let's talk more to your girl."

The maid said carefully: "Isn't the old lady tired?"

The old man smiled and said: "I don't feel tired yet."

The maid quietly glanced at the gate of the courtyard, "Say the old lady, but the servant and maid listen."

The old man slowly said: "Little girl, tell you, in the future, it is best not to marry scholars, especially talented scholars. If they are too talented, they are easy to use on many women, and their minds are the most unstable. I can’t stop with a woman. This year, I will spend a lot of time with me, maybe next year I will be with other women. To marry an honest person, there are no honest scholars, there are some, but there are too few. A bad old man like me, When I was young, I was a scholar with a heartless man. When I really calm down, it’s too late."

The girl stopped shaking her fan, covered her mouth and smiled.

The old man smiled and said: "Don't believe it? If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer."

The girl hurriedly said: "Believe it!"

The old man joked: "The answer is so fast, it is obvious that you have not taken care of it, little girl, you still don't believe it."

The girl wrinkled her face.

The old man shook his wrist, "Go, go back to the house and rest, let the old man stay alone for a while~IndoMTL.com~You will come again after two incense sticks."

The girl gave a hum, and she took the small bench to sit under the eaves, not far away, she couldn't hear the old man, but she could clearly see the plum tree and the wicker chair.

The old man didn't actually talk to himself.

It's just that the look is a bit sentimental.

In the blink of an eye, the Spring and Autumn Period, my homeland is gone, and in a blink of an eye, my mentor and close friends have passed away. In a blink of an eye, I am a hundred years old.

Then the girl was shocked to see a scene where the declining old man tried to stand up, as if he knew she was going to help. The old man waved his hand to her without turning his head.

The old man finally got up and looked up at the plum branches and leaves.

The old man smiled.

Mr. Li, Mr. Nalan.

The character of our scholars in the Central Plains, Wang Du, I haven't lost it.

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