Jufeng Town, south of Yangjing Capital, is a hub of the longitudinal canal. It was originally just a remote village that no one cares about. In just 20 years, it became a very large-scale prosperous town. It has everything, and is not inferior to the famous towns in Jiangnan.

A green-shirted Confucian scholar entered Jufeng Town with a small bag, which was not conspicuous in the town mixed with fish and dragons. Now there is a statement in Jufeng Town: Nowadays, people who are returning north are bad, and those who are going south are Jin Guihan. Because recently, there are often heard horse hooves near Jufeng Town, and a large group of cavalry went south to help Guangling Road. It is said that the overall situation is about to be settled. The great figures in the court, especially the big men in the army, all used their energy to send their descendants into the army of the southward army. The most exaggerated thing is that as a veteran general who is one of the Dinghai Dinghai Sword Needles at the border between the two Liao borders, the eldest grandson was able to get a strong official from the Liaodong border, and soon drove his grandson out of the border army and threw it to the battlefield of Guangling Road. It is said that after transformation, he became the military aide of Lu Shengxiang, the commander of the Southern Expedition, and naturally had a bright future.

The Confucian scholar did not find an inn to rest, but went straight to the famous book market in Jufeng Town. There were large and small book shops on both sides of a 300-step street. Although the history of Jufeng Town was only 20 years old, many shops dared to make signs of century-old brands, but most book buyers laughed it off and were too lazy to care about anything. The Confucian scholars did not choose those book shops that brought up golden signs, but entered a slightly narrow and dark small book shop in the second half of the street. Although the sparrows were small and all the organs were all complete, the father and son of this book shop both engraved books, sold books and edited books. They could not find any expensive and lonely books to sell, and they could never find the kind of large masterpieces that could not be printed by the imperial court. However, the key is to carefully select them. Occasionally, there are several versions of the Western Chu South Supervisory or vassal engraved books that were wandering among the people. If you can't see the Dharma, it depends purely on your personal preferences.

Seeing the Confucian scholar crossing the threshold and entertaining a group of young guests, middle-aged shop owners smiling, quickly put down the business at hand and walked up to greet him. The Confucian scholar in front of him was the old customer of their store. He didn't buy many books, but he had been there almost every two years, and he would visit him almost every two years. The most important thing was that he had a great time talking to his father, so that his father, who rarely drank, would always make an exception during his lifetime, and he insisted on taking the Confucian scholar to sit down and drink, saying that it was a drink, and he could drink a small kilogram of wine while drinking.

The Confucian scholar asked Brother Chu with a smile. Last time he was talking about the unfinished version of "The Crying of the Grass and Insects Under the Lamp", which he couldn't find, and I brought it to him. The middle-aged shop owner said frankly, Mr. Cao, my father left last year. The Confucian scholar was stunned for a moment, a little sad, but he still pulled out the book from his bag. The middle-aged man smiled and said that he would leave after leaving. When my father left, he was 70 years old. Before leaving, he often smiled and said that life is rare in seventy years, and he will make money in this life. Mr. Cao, my father is free from illness and disaster, so he slept for a while.

I left as soon as I heard that we were sons, so we didn’t have to worry too much. However, before my father left, he often said to his husband, saying that if he could have a drink with him before he died, his life would be perfect. The Confucian scholar surnamed Cao apologized and said that he had the opportunity to come here last year, but he left in a hurry, and he felt it was not convenient. If he had known this, he would have come no matter what. If you accepted this book, and when you went back to toast Brother Chu’s grave, you would burn it.

The middle-aged shop owner smiled and joked, "Mr. Cao, then I won't give you money."

The Confucian scholar hurriedly smiled and waved his hand. After drinking so many drinks for so many years, how could he be embarrassed to collect money from you? By the way, if I remember correctly, the child of your fisherman and woodcutter should have the ceremony to be crowned?

The middle-aged man seemed to be angry when he talked about that bastard, and he had no choice but to say goodbye to the bastard. Mr. Cao, don’t you know that our family is not a family of poetry and books, nor is it called a scholarly family. But he is a person who deals with sages every day, right? He didn’t expect that the boy grew up and the less he listened to advice. He had his thin bamboo pole figure and wanted to join the army. Not long ago, he followed a few good peers in the town and went to the county town to say that there was a back door to clear it. If he was lucky, he could go to the south to fight. As a result, he came back in depressed. I asked without saying anything.

Every day, the chickens crow and get up and run to the canal. I asked me to say, this kid is young, I don’t know what is more comfortable and comfortable than living a peaceful life. Mr. Cao, that kid is old, and my father is not useful, but he has listened to you since he was a child. If he is not in a hurry to leave, I will go to him now. Mr. must help him talk about him. If he can twist his stubbornness back, I will give him a set of "Winter Snow Falling Collection" in the Xichu Chongwenguan version. That is a good thing that my father is reluctant to take away. He told me to keep it as a family heirloom and pass it on from generation to generation.

Without waiting for the Confucian scholar surnamed Cao to say anything, the middle-aged shop owner didn't even care about business and ran to the street to find his son who was more worried the bigger he was.

Five or six young men and women in the shop chatted boredly, and now it was hotly discussed. Naturally, the first thing to say was the one-sided battle in Guangling, which was the time to make a final decision. These wealthy children with accent in the capital are worthy of being figures living at the feet of the emperor. They were scattered in their words. Although the voice was not loud, others were very loud. After commenting on the military achievements and abilities of the leading generals of the court, they criticized the important civil and military officials of the Western Chu, and soon talked about Cao Changqing, the real backbone of the restoration of Western Chu. As a result, the two sides had a confrontation. One side said that Cao Changqing was only outstanding in martial arts cultivation and Go skills, and the ability to truly make the chessboard was not enough. The other side refuted

It is said that Cao Changqing is a clever wife who is not a cook without rice. He lost in Western Chu, but he was not the right time, place and people. He was definitely not the strong official who had weak chess muscles. He was unable to argue, and both sides made friends and could not fight. So inexplicably, he turned the topic to the queen of the former dynasty of Western Chu. The two young women were a little sympathetic when they talked about her. A young man in the Jinyi sneered at the beauty who harmed the country and the people. After the destruction of Western Chu, it was rumored that it was the woman who ruined the fortune of Great Chu. Otherwise, the original fate of Western Chu should have 160 years of national fortune. Soon another young man smiled and said, why is the saying that "nine out of ten sheep" popular today is not because the Queen of Western Chu was born in the Sheep?

The blue-clothed scholar with frosted hair was silent and speechless not far away.

A young man who kept playing with a small bronze seal chuckled, "Not to mention that Cao Changqing's reputation is actually hard to match. The King of Beiliang has made a big move. The court has clearly relaxed the transportation of Guangling, and actually led 10,000 cavalry south to Guangling Road under the banner of Jingnan to quell the rebellion. But who doesn't know that it is actually resolute some of the remnants of Western Chu. However, Beiliang is domineering and domineering, our court is really helpless. After all, they control the Northwest gateway, claiming to be 300,000 cavalry. My father has made a decision with people in the Ministry of War, and it is estimated that the cavalry should have about 120,000 to 30,000. Alas, we are really depressed. If it weren't for the Beimang, their Xu family in Beiliang would have handed over the military power long ago."

The Confucian scholar put down a yellowed ancient book and smiled and said, "Otherwise, I'll be afraid of the word "if" if I say anything."

In fact, those people had seen this literati in blue shirts long ago. Although they didn't look like an official, most of the scholars and scholars in the Liyang court and the country were polite. Moreover, most of the hermits and scholars in the world looked so high-standard. These famous young people came from the family of officials in the capital, so naturally they would not be disgusted with this person.

The Confucian scholar asked with a smile: "I have always been curious about why the young Northwest vassal king had to fight to the death in the border area. Can you please help me?"

A young man with a crooked look said loudly: "He Xu Fengnian is not the Grandmaster of Wu Ping. Since no one will die, he will not die. Why don't he take the Beiliang cavalry to fight? If you lose, you will just run away. If you win, you will be famous throughout history. If you are me, you will also fight Beimang, and you will fight Beimang to the death!"

The Confucian scholar asked again: "Then why didn't he join forces with Beimang, the 300,000 Beiliang border troops, and the one-million-strong army of Beimang, and they went south to the Central Plains together. Is there a greater chance of winning than defeating Beimang?"

The young man was stunned for a moment and said with confidence: "It must be that the person surnamed Xu did not dare to conspire with the tiger. The barbarians of Beimang are bloodthirsty by nature, and they must take the Beiliang cavalry as the vanguard. When they finally conquered the Central Plains, there will be no more than tens of thousands of troops left in Beiliang. Wouldn't that old woman in Beimang have to cross the river and destroy the bridge?

In the end, the surname Xu not only did not gain the advantage, but instead cut off the heads of others. The surname Xu is not a fool, how could he do such a loss-making business? What do you think?"

The Confucian scholar nodded and smiled, "This truth makes sense."

Then, as if I remembered something, the Confucian scholar waved his hand and said, "I can't afford to say that when I say it to you, and I have never served in Liyang. My surname is Cao. You might as well call me Lao Cao."

The handsome young man who played with bronze seals asked tentatively: "Listen to the accent, Mr. Cao... Oh no, Lao Cao, are you from the other side of Guangling Road?"

The Confucian scholar nodded and said to himself, "So he is not an official."

Everyone was relieved and naturally felt that this person was unable to become a high-ranking official in the Liyang court because of his background as a Taoist priest in Guangling. He probably had some knowledge and literati spirit, and was unwilling to be a small official in the Liyang court. So he did not fall into both sides and simply became a poor scholar who traveled all year round.

The Confucian scholar, covered in dust, suddenly looked south first, and then seemed to leave. He turned to the young men and women and said gently: "I originally had a 'if' to say it to you, but if I have something to do, I'm afraid I can't wait for the owner of this shop. Please tell me."

A woman spoke in a delicate voice and said, "It's not too late to leave after saying 'if'."

The Confucian scholar, whose temples were already frosty but had a unique and romantic look, smiled and shook his head, "There is one thing that really cannot be delayed."

After saying that, the Confucian scholar walked out of the book shop and walked out of the town along the small street.

He went north and deliberately restrained his breath, so he didn't walk fast because some old friends like Jufeng Zhenshu Shushou wanted to see him, for fear that they would be affected by the fish after their death.

Things in the world are afraid of what if, and people are afraid of what if.

Therefore, his "if" is destined to be no one in this world.

If during his official period, the Western Chu country was restored, he would personally lead the troops to the north, and Gu Jiantang's Liyang and Liao border troops went south to Tai'an City, and the king then resisted the Beimang Horses's opportunity to go south. Xu Fengnian's 300,000 Northern Liang cavalry chose to remain unmoved because of a woman surnamed Jiang. Moreover, Chen Zhibao led the Shu army to take charge of Guangling Road, and only needed to involve two armies, Wu Chongxuan and Xu Gong, and there was no need to deliberately intercept the southern army under the command of King Zhao Bing of Yan Zhi, to aid Tai'an City, because it was too late.

So is the surname Zhao in the world still?

He doesn't think so.

Cao Changqing doesn't think so!

The man slowly walked out of Jufeng Town, took off his bags, and took out two chess boxes.

Let me, Cao Changqing, play the final game for you.
Chapter completed!