Author: Feng Si Niang

"I don't agree with your point of view. In any case, it is inappropriate to use the results to infer the causes. Just like we cannot use God's perspective to influence Song Jiang's decision. Water Margin is a tragic story, and the excitement at the beginning is all

In order to show the tragic core of Song Jiang's attempt to save the country from danger. Not to mention compared with Uncle Liu Huang, even compared with other heroes, he seems so ordinary; the world in his eyes and the world in Liu Huangshu's eyes are also very different. I think this

This is also the difference between it and the Three Kingdoms——"

Xue Feibai seemed to like this Water Margin very much and continued:

"The passage that impressed me deeply is also in sharp contrast with the Three Kingdoms: before Fang La and Song Jiang faced off in battle, although Fang La was eloquent and not inferior to Kong Ming, he did not move Song Jiang at all. It was precisely because Song Jiang was not Wang Situ.

He is loyal, courageous, has a clear conscience, and is righteous, how could he be angered?"

Du Heng closed the letter and said with great interest:

"Why are you talking more and more energetically? 'I advise you not to talk about the title of Marquis, one general will make all the bones dry', but I think Fang La and Song Jiang want different things after all; although we both have our own little secrets, I am not Fang La

, you are not Song Jiang after all.

The one hundred and eight generals in the book are not perfect in their abilities, but they are just like this. It makes people love and hate them. It is really hard to let go of any of them. I read "The Legacy of Xuanhe of the Song Dynasty" first and then read it.

This "Water Margin" naturally has no favorable impressions of the Song Dynasty."

When she mentioned the Song Dynasty, a sharp light flashed across Du Heng's eyes. Xue Feibai felt that she seemed to be talking about the Song Dynasty, but also seemed to be talking about more than the Song Dynasty.

After they finished breakfast, the bride went to serve tea to her parents-in-law.

Du Heng himself knew Xue Zhai better than Xue Feibai, so the two of them moved very fast without Xue Feibai himself noticing.

Du Heng never imagined that one day she would kneel at the feet of Uncle Xue and Aunt Xue in the name of their daughter-in-law.

Du Heng took the red envelope and heard Xue Feibai and Uncle Xue say: "...Father, my son wants to go back to Fujian to tell his aunt the good news that his son is married..."

Uncle Xue, who was at the top, raised his arm and stroked his beard, "Fei Bai, you haven't been to your aunt's hometown in Fujian for ten years, right?"

Having said that, a slight radiance bloomed in his cloudy eyes, which can be understood as a memorial to the wanton romance in his youth, or it can also be recognized as a bit of starlight in retrospect.

"Your aunt is... very good. She has been with me for so many years, but she passed away without any blessings. Now that the child is older, go and see her!" When talking about the emotional part, she also wiped the tears-stained face.

Corner of eye.

"Thank you, father! But after this trip, I don't know when it will be next time I go to Fujian. I want to stay longer..."

Xue Fei is alone, so there is no reason why he should take a long vacation with his father.

Du Heng glanced at Aunt Xue from the corner of his eye. She had a cold expression and a faint sneer on her lips. Du Heng felt that she was the first wife with a very good temper. No one could see how her husband cherished her affectionately in front of his wife.

Even if you have a concubine, you can't be generous.

Du Heng just felt that it was fortunate that the red envelope had been given just now, otherwise Aunt Xue would have been unhappy and would have greatly reduced the amount of the red envelope.

When Du Heng and Xue Feibai paid their respects and left, they heard Mrs. Xue sighing faintly: "Master, please go and persuade Qing'er! My younger brother is already married, and he is already a grown man..."

After Du Heng and Xue Feibai came out, Xue Feibai didn't know which muscle was wrong and wanted to snatch her red envelope. Du Heng saw him in such a helpless manner and was so angry.

"Are you so poor? You still grab the red envelope for your wife?"

"Don't you deny that you are my wife?" Xue Feibai leaned on the railing with his arms crossed.

"Haha, so what if I don't admit it? Isn't my name Du Heng written in the marriage certificate you Xue Feibai gave me and in your Xue family's genealogy?"

After finally getting some start-up capital, Xue Feibai still dares to grab it?

She was very poor now, and what she needed most was money. Is it easy to get some money? Anyway, she didn't need money, let alone her life. Du Hengzhen carefully stuffed the two bulging red envelopes into his sleeve pockets.

But Xue Feibai seemed to be just joking with her. After hearing her reply, he stopped trying to steal her money. He even almost jumped up when he walked. He replied cheerfully: "It's good that you know."

What do I know? I don’t know which words made him happy again. The man’s heart was agitated. Du Heng curled his lips in disgust and followed Xue Feibai who was jumping in front of him.

Since the two of them have already discussed going south, the sooner the better, the later the better.

Du Heng and Xue Feibai studied the route. If they wanted to start from the capital, taking the Grand Canal would be the fastest and most discreet route. No one would suspect that they were going to the southwest rather than the southeast. After arriving in Luoyang, they changed to the land route, and they went all the way.

We pretend to be a merchant and travel under the stars and night. If we walk quickly, it will only take a month.

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They sailed on the Grand Canal for three days. Xue Feibai vomited for three days, and Du Heng also took care of him for three days.

Although the acidic water in Xue Feibai's stomach was about to be poured out, he was still as excited as when he first got on the boat. He shouted in a fuss: "Honey, have you seen that fish? It's so fat~", "Wife, honey,

I want to eat puffer fish, can you make it for me?"...

Du Heng strictly forbade Xue Feibai from calling "wife" at the beginning, but now he listened to him without changing his expression and his heart stopped beating. He said lukewarmly: "We are on the Grand Canal, not the damn Yangtze River."

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After saying that, he threw a clean handkerchief on Xue Feibai's face and asked him to clean the corners of his mouth that were yellow due to spitting acid.

The weather is quite good today. Unlike yesterday, a light gray thick fog enveloped all the ships on the water. The pouring rain was mixed with snow particles, which made a dense sound from the boat awnings, and the ice cracked as the big ships moved.

The sound of cracking ice made Du Heng feel like he was entering a muddy and mysterious wasteland when he went to bed at night, with gray mist coming in and out every time he breathed in.

But today, the clouds disappeared and the rain dispersed, the thick fog turned into light clouds, beams of sunlight penetrated through the clouds and fog, turning into a colorful rainbow long bridge, which made Xue Feibai yell and scream.

As they headed southwest, the ice layer became thinner and thinner, and the gurgling sound of the river hitting the ice surface became clearer and more melodious.

Of course, the above were all said by Xue Feibai, and Du Heng herself stated that she had not heard the sounds of nature he mentioned. She expressed her objection by saying only two words: fart.

Not only that, Xue Feibai also insisted that on the other side, there were many skylarks singing in the fields covered with snow, and swans circling in the swamps where the snow had melted and turned yellow; even in the afterglow of the setting sun, a branch appeared on the birch tree.

The plump new branches are covered with tender buds, which bluntly indicates that spring is coming.
Chapter completed!