Turbulent Times Chapter 217: Wang Junlin’s last gift

The thirteen people bowed deeply under the door opening from a distance, and then greeted them under the leadership of Fang Qiao and Wei Yunqi. Several people were frightened by the aura of Lynx Mao Mao, but they still held back step forward.

Just walked up to the sky, Fang Qiao and others didn't know what to say for a while, Wang Junlin smiled slightly, and glanced around like lightning, he knew that various forces must have sent many spies to watch nearby, so He took the lead in saying loudly: "Fang Qiao, Wei Yunqi, Li Feng, Zhao Shigang... are my brothers, Wang Junlin, and I will leave my words here today. Anyone who dares to murder them will have a vengeance with me. Instead of dying forever."

Wang Junlin mentioned the names of the thirteen people one by one, which made everyone feel that they were valued, and made the thirteen people very excited. And then Wang Junlin's very flavorful words made them even more excited and grateful from the bottom of their hearts. Because Wang Junlin's words are too important, Wang Junlin's poisonous and fierce reputation is too strong, even people like Yang Su dare not attack Wang Junlin lightly when they cannot guarantee a one-shot kill, just because they are worried. Wang Junlin desperately wanted to die.

It is foreseeable that after Wang Junlin put these words here today, officials from various powerful families will exclude and bully Fang Qiao and other thirteen officials from poor families, but they will never dare to kill them. Of course, this is not only because Wang Junlin is so powerful in deterrence, but because it is too worthless to have an undying hatred with Wang Junlin for a small humble official. A person like Zhong Wen who had a deadly feud with Wang Junlin would not easily attack Fang Qiao and the others.

"Thank you benefactor! We'll wait..." Fang Qiao, Wei Yunqi and the thirteen people were extremely grateful and saluted Wang Junlin again.

But before they could express their gratitude, Wang Junlin interrupted with a wave of his hand: "Said, you are welcome, I have to hurry, everyone, take care, and serve Your Majesty as an official!"

After speaking, without waiting for these people to say anything or do anything else, they rode the blood-maned horse and walked out of the city.

Fang Qiao, Wei Yunqi and the others were caught off guard, so they could only salute deeply again, and said loudly, "Bon trip, Gong Gong."

Just after leaving the city gate, a guard rode forward. Wang Junlin recognized this person as Changsun Wuji's entourage. Prepare the appetizers."

Wang Junlin was moved and said: "Excuse me, my son and General Pei."

When Wang Junlin and his party arrived at Shilipu, they ran to set up a gazebo with a table of banquets inside. Changsun Wuji and Pei Yuanqing had already been waiting here.

Those who are in ecstasy are the only ones who are different.

In ancient times, transportation was inconvenient. After a farewell, it is hard to know when we will meet again. But Wang Junlin, Changsun Wuji, and Pei Yuanqing didn't take it seriously. They were young people with outstanding abilities and big ambitions in their prime of life. I wish Wang Junlin a happy and smooth journey.

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The desk in the study of Duke Yue's mansion has already been filled with an eight-foot-long and four-foot-wide Shuxuan. The top-quality furniture waxed with alum lined the gloomy lacquer table top. The towers, pavilions, flowers and stone figures in the paper are sketches with fine brushwork, each of which is extremely vivid and lifelike.

Yang Su is dressed in a green Buddhist uniform, and only a wooden hairpin is inserted in his hair. He just looks like an ordinary fellow Confucian. If one does not know his identity, it is difficult to think that he is the most powerful minister of the Sui Dynasty today. Gong Yangsu.

Since two grandsons died because of Wang Junlin, and one grandson had his hand cut off by Wang Junlin, his state of mind was once affected by hatred. In order not to be influenced by hatred to make his own decisions, he has recently consciously used calligraphy and painting to cultivate and adjust his mind state of mind.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the table, holding a rabbit hair brush, staring at the picture intently. The coals in the study were not burning hot, but Yang Su's forehead was covered with sweat. The beautiful and lovely maid who was grinding ink and adding water held her breath, and dared not make the slightest sound while grinding the ink.

It has been more than two months since Yang Su began to write the picture of "Chrysanthemum Wine Forgot to Return". Drafting once, sketching twice, although the first month was busy, most of the drawing was quickly finished, but the more it got to the end, the more difficult it was to calm down, especially every time the name Wang Junlin came to my ears, it was difficult to come back. Calm down and draw again...

Without notification, Zhang Sizhong, the chief aide of the Duke of Yue, walked in lightly, walked straight into Yang Su's study room, first glanced at Mo Mo's maid, motioned for the latter to leave, and then whispered to Yang Su Report the news he just received.

The voices of confidantes and staff members came into my ears, Yang Su lowered his head and still looked at the scroll, and did not raise his head, but his body paused for an instant.

A moment later, Fang dipped the brush into the thick ink and added a few strokes to the scroll. With just a few strokes, another naive drunk appeared on the paper. Putting down the hair in his hand, Yang Su turned around and said with a smile: "Wang Junlin is going on the road today, didn't you already know this? Don't talk about it, Sizhong, come and see, what else needs to be changed in this painting?"

Zhang Sizhong sighed softly, maybe Yang Su thought he was hiding it well, but he could already see that the latter's mood was not as calm as he showed at this time.

Two grandchildren were killed by Wang Junlin, this kind of deep hatred, even Yang Su, endured for three months is already the limit. To be honest, after Mai Tiezhang failed to make a shot before, if he hadn't been in the capital with the presence of the prince and the emperor, he would have had too many worries, otherwise he would have made another shot recklessly.

"Okay, I know everything." Seeing that Zhang Sizhong was silent for a long time, Yang Su sighed, and finally said something flat.

Zhang Sizhong was very savvy, he left on his own after leaving, because he suddenly realized that Yang Su must have other arrangements, but he didn't want him to participate, or even know.

After Zhang Sizhong left, Yang Su's face was full of ferocity, and his eyes were full of flames of hatred: "This time, I must kill you."

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The valley outside the world, the ancient mansion, and the deep courtyard all carry an indescribable solemnity and mystery in the desolation.

There are thousands of autumn chrysanthemums, several couplets in the old house, courtyards and pavilions, among which, a lonely old man sits alone under the eaves, as if he has been separated from this world for a long time.

It's not that the world wants to isolate him, but that he wants to isolate the world.

A tall and mighty old man with the same silvery hair as him walked across the small courtyard full of fallen leaves with a footstep that was almost lighter than that of a civet cat.

There was almost no sound at all when the feet stepped on the fallen leaves.

PS: The third update is here, and the fourth update——