Do you care about the rights and wrongs of those two mountain gods, He Bo?"

Yao Zhen knows everything about it, and he takes it for granted.

The old general was filled with regret. It would have been a relief if Yao Jinzhi had been a man and stayed at the border.

Pei Qian picked up a lot of river fish, but Chen Pingan was unwilling to accept them. She had to hold the fish by their tails and throw them into the river one by one, which made her sweat profusely.

When we arrived at Qihe City, which was both a state city and a county city, we were only a short distance away from Daquan Capital.

This county has a long history. The name of the county comes from the legend that an expert monk rode a crane and soared to the sky here, which made him famous. There is a hill in the county with unremarkable scenery, just because it is the place where the immortal rode a crane and soared to the sky every year.

Countless literati and poets came here to visit. All around the hill, there were houses purchased and built by the rich and powerful in the capital, and every inch of land was worth every penny.

The previous city god should be in this city, but Yao Town is not afraid of a state city god.

The Minister of Rites, who controls the promotion and demotion of the city god of a country, has the same rank and salary as him. What's more, Daquan is a martial artist, and the Minister of the Ministry of War is not a false position, otherwise he would not be the first place for all military generals to provide for their retirement.

It is still the rule of the imperial court to stay at the post house. The post house in the city occupies a very large area, which is not inferior to the palace of the prince. In order to welcome Yao Zhen, the confidants of the two official residences of Yao Zhen, the governor and the county governor, each went to the post house several times, almost

The entire inn was emptied.

Now that things have come to this, Yao Zhen can only accept this and pretend not to know anything. When the water is clear, there will be no fish, especially in the officialdom.

Generally speaking, temples can accommodate loyal and treacherous ministers, capable and ignorant officials, and numerous idlers, but there is no room for a person who resembles a moral saint.

It was like a magic mirror hanging high in the court, revealing all the flaws of the pillars of the country.

The old general was filled with emotion. These principles of life were what his granddaughter Yao Jinzhi said when he was fourteen or fifteen years old.

Sometimes, Yao Zhen would laugh at himself. Is it possible that all the life experiences he has accumulated at this age are just fodder for his war horse?

Fortunately, there is Chen Pingan among the team.

Yao Zhen liked to chat with this young man during his trip north this time.

Chen Pingan had previously discussed with Yao Xianzhi as agreed and gave him some advice. Yao Xianzhi regarded Chen Pingan's words as a guideline. When he went back to talk to his grandfather, he was very sad and said that he had practiced martial arts on dogs all his life. Yao Zhen asked him

, your so-called "lifetime" is decades, Yao Xianzhi was speechless, amusing Yao Jinzhi who was making tea at the side. Although Yao Jinzhi has never defeated Lu Baixiang in chess, but in this tea fight

, she can be called a national player.

In the windy and rough border land, how could the Yao family, whose men and women have been brave for generations, raise such a beautiful woman?

Yao Xianzhi said out of nowhere, "Sister Jin, I don't like that Shao Yuanran, I like Chen Pingan."

Yao Jinzhi smiled and said, "What does it have to do with me whether you like it or not?"

Yao Xianzhi wanted to speak, but Yao Jinzhi glared at him, and he was so frightened that he swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Yao Zhen smiled very uncharacteristically of a householder.

Yao Jinzhi said lightly, "Grandpa, if nothing happens, a secret envoy from the imperial court will come to Qihe City soon, and it won't be too late for Grandpa to laugh again."

Yao Zhen couldn't laugh anymore.

Those guys who have been immersed in the dye vats of officialdom for decades, and who have become old vixens in public practice, are really giving the old man a headache by playing with their frivolous intestines.

Chen Ping'an practiced six-step walking in his room, holding the sword in an empty position, closing his eyes and visualizing each swordsman's unique style of drawing the sword.

There is a bamboo tube placed on the table. The bamboo is ordinary green bamboo, chopped from the bamboo forest on a green mountain along the way.

Chen Pingan wanted to carve a pen holder as a parting gift to General Yao.

Pei Qian ran over and said she wanted to go shopping outside. Chen Pingan asked her to ask Lu Baixiang if he would take her out. If not, then just stay in the house and study. Chen Pingan had given her a second book before.

Pei Qian recited the Confucian classics very well. One time, she came to Chen Pingan's room with a happy face and said that she could really recite it from ear to ear. Chen Pingan picked up the book and asked her to try it. She actually recited it word for word.

After reading more than a thousand words, Chen Pingan grabbed her ears and asked her to go back to her room and think about her mistakes behind closed doors. He only said that she should study hard, but did you think it turned a deaf ear?

That time Pei Qian returned to his room angrily, stood on a chair, looked down at the torn book on the table, pinched his chin, frowned, "careful"? What do you mean? I am not careful enough? In order to be able to do it

It took her a stick of incense to memorize a book backwards. She knelt down, looked at the names of the sages who wrote this bullshit book, and remembered it. When she mastered swordsmanship and boxing, she would definitely be able to fight like this in the future.

The old bastard cried for father and mother.

She stood up again and pondered for a long time, but couldn't figure out the answer. She jumped off the chair, carried the hiking pole that she had relied on for a long time, and practiced the Crazy Magic Stick Technique.

After playing, she lost her hiking pole. She suddenly felt that she was getting closer to the best player in the world. Then her mood improved, and she threw herself on the bed and fell asleep.

Today, with Chen Ping'an's promise, she went to find Lu Baixiang, whom she nicknamed "Xiao Bai" in private. However, Lu Baixiang was actually playing chess with Sui Youyou, saying that he would wait for half a minute.

At this moment, Pei Qian turned around and looked at Wei Xian, who was sitting aside, unable to understand chess and just waiting for the winner. She was about to speak, but Wei Xian stared at the chess game and suddenly said "move",

As soon as he stood up, Pei Qian suddenly understood, and the two of them left the inn and went shopping together.

Pei Qian smiled and asked: "Old Wei, do you have any money with you?"

Among the four, Pei Qian was the least afraid of Wei Xian. He kept calling him Old Wei, and Wei Xian never looked at him with a bad face. In fact, he didn't care at all.

Wei Xian remained silent.

Pei Qian complained: "On that shitty street, we saw beautiful gadgets and delicious food, but we can't even afford them."

Wei Xian suddenly said: "I have some money."

Pei Qian frowned and said, "Where did it come from? It was stolen or robbed? If you give me half, I won't tell Chen Ping'an."

Wei Xian said: "I taught the little cripple in the inn a set of boxing techniques and got a few taels of silver. I recently taught Yao Xian's boxing stance and got another dozen taels."

Pei Qian said with envy on his face: "Old Wei, you can do it. You can make a lot of money wherever you go. I admire you for this."

Pei Qian clasped his hands behind his back, walked with his chest held high, and quickly said: "But it's not kind of you, Old Wei, to defraud the little lame man of his money. It would be better to deceive Jiuniang than to defraud him. The real thing is in her pocket."

It's a pity that you are rich, but you are not pleasing to look at, Old Wei, and you are far less young and handsome than my father. Old Wei, you look like this, will you blame your parents when you grow up?"

A dignified founding emperor said this to a little girl. Fortunately, Wei Xian was still indifferent.

The short man said sternly: "When the court painters painted my portraits, they all praised my handsome appearance. I think they were telling the truth."

Pei Qian was shocked and said: "Old Wei, are you a fool, or are their eyes growing on their butts?"

Wei Xian continued to practice closed-mouth meditation.

There is no night ban in Qihe City, and there are countless wealthy people in the city who are willing to spend huge sums of money.

After leaving the inn and turning down a street, a large group of people and a small group were walking among the bustling crowds. Pei Qian didn't have a penny in his pocket, but he looked like a rich man.

It's not surprising that she was able to deceive a large number of her peers into thinking that she was really a princess living among the people in Hu'er Town, a place she was unfamiliar with. In the end, she was able to deceive a group of shrewd and slippery detectives.

, escorted her back to the inn respectfully.

Pei Qian suddenly asked: "Old Wei, I always feel that that girl who dares not see anyone every day looks at my father and something is not right."

Wei Xian said calmly: "It's the emperor's mind."

Pei Qian was confused, "What did you say?"

Wei Xian stopped talking.

Pei Qian stopped asking questions, swallowed his saliva, felt a little greedy, and said with a smile: "Old Wei, can you buy me a candy to eat?"

Wei Xian shook his head.

Pei Qian said angrily: "Old Wei, why are you so stingy with everyone?"

Wei Xian smiled for the first time, "I don't have Chen Ping'an's ability and patience, so I can't raise you well."

Pei Qian was confused and said pitifully: "Then I'll borrow money from you to buy a candy man?"

Wei Xian nodded, "Calculate based on three points of profit."

Pei Qian frowned, "Although I know the rule of three points of profit, I think it's better to forget it. If you don't eat, you won't eat. You won't starve to death."

After saying this, she ran to a candy blower's stall with wind on her feet. Her feet were rooted to the ground and she was unwilling to move.

Wei Xian couldn't leave Pei Qian here alone.

If Pei Qian is lost, someone like Chen Pingan will definitely punch him.

Over at the stall, the old man was skillful in playing candy. There were a lot of children, all with their eyes widened and drooling. Those with elders around them all got candy figures of different shapes as they wished.

It was a rectangular cabinet with a shelf, and there was a wooden round cage underneath, equipped with a small charcoal stove. The old man poured the thick golden syrup with a big spoon, and after turning it around, he could instantly transform into various candy figures.

Wei Xian paid for two skewers and stared eagerly at Wei Xian holding one skewer in his hand.

Wei Xian handed Pei the money and said, "I'll reward you."

This tone was as if the emperor had rewarded a large vassal land.

Pei Qian smiled brightly, "When I go back, I will say good things about you in front of dad every day. Now I am half a scholar, every spit and nail!"

One big and one small, munching on candy, they were inconspicuous in the sea of ​​people.

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In the post house, the winner has been decided on the chessboard, and Sui Youyou still loses.

On the right side of Sui Dynasty, he was discussing a matter with his opponent, but he had no intention of winning or losing.

Lu Baixiang was reviewing the game alone in the room, staring at the chess game, twirling an free chess piece between his fingers, pressing it on the table, and sliding it gently.

In the room not far away, Chen Ping'an was carving the bamboo tube. He was going to try to engrave a whole sage article on the outside of the pen tube.

Fortunately, I have been carving words on bamboo slips for these years. I am familiar with them, and I have the foundation of making porcelain and drawing blanks in my youth. The words are carved in a way that I dare not say is full of charm. There is a sense of uprightness between the lines, not overbearing, and a strong and penetrating momentum.
To be continued...