The night was getting darker, there were stars in the cold, and the moonlight was as pale as a piece of paper and gauze. A low sigh could be heard faintly from the corner. Xiao Si had already gone back to sleep, and Handerang still stayed in the courtyard to face the cold moon alone.
"Look, does he look like my brother Xijie?"
"I'm not sure. I went to visit Mr. Lu Yan back then, but his house was in ruins. I found Xiaosi five miles outside Yongkang City on my way back," a man with mixed black and white hair walked out from behind Dongqing.
, with a gloomy face, it was Ling Wanjun, the housekeeper of the villa.
"In this way, it is unlikely that he is Xijie. Even if a strong man kills Master Lu Yan and his family, there will not be a child left in the ruins."
Ling Wanjun nodded in agreement: "In the past few years, I have sent people to the south of the Yangtze River many times to investigate, but all to no avail. I don't know if Mr. Lu Yan is still alive, and if your brother Xijie is still alive. As for this little four, I don't know.
I'm sure he is your brother."
Han Derang also sighed and said: "I have always treated Xiaosi like my own brother. This child has a bright and pure heart and is a good prospect. If he can be under my account in the future, I will definitely make him a very popular minister."
Ling Wanjun shook his head and said: "These are all small things..."
Handerang suddenly smiled and said: "Uncle Ling, is this why you gave Xiaosi this name in the first place?"
Ling Wanjun also smiled: "Indeed. Picking up Xiaosi was just an accidental encounter on my way to the south of the Yangtze River that year. I always regarded him as a trivial matter, but I didn't expect that calling him out would become his name." A dark cloud slowly
Drifting by, the surroundings became much darker. Ling Wanjun's expression darkened and his voice became gloomy, "Derang, Yelvxian is seriously ill now, and the ministers are in panic and the government is not in order. This is the best time for you to make contributions...
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Before Ling Wanjun finished speaking, Han Derang said, "Uncle Ling, let's discuss this matter in the long run."
Ling Wanjun said anxiously: "Don't miss the opportunity to make concessions! Right now, Yelu Xiyin is eyeing the throne. Half of the ministers are watching indifferently and the other half are interested. If we don't act as soon as possible, I'm afraid things will change in the future!"
Handerang remained silent, only caressing and playing with the bamboo pole in his hand. The dark clouds moved away, and the moon became clear and clear again. In the cold night, where everything was silent, two lonely shadows of holly were separated by a sigh, like a single pair of shadows in the sky.
Sad greetings.
After a long while, Han Derang broke the silence and said softly: "It's getting late, Uncle Ling, go to bed early." He glanced at Ling Wanjun and slowly walked away, holding the bamboo pole in his hand.
Looking at Han Derang's back, Ling Wanjun suddenly felt an inexplicable melancholy and said to himself: "Derang's heart is kind and upright, and he can't bear to do such disgraceful things. Your Majesty, Your Majesty, how should I deal with it? If I can make you fly out of trouble as soon as possible,
I would rather die to repay you for being on the 95th!" He stood there for a long time before turning around and leaving.
Xiao Si grabbed the edge of the window with his hands and peered out through the gap in the window lattice. He could only hear a few words of the conversation between the two. How could he fall asleep immediately after returning to the room? Handerang's teachings were loud and lingered in his mind for a long time, making him
His heart was rolling, and his thoughts were surging. The conversation between the two was not loud, and he did not hear it very clearly. Only Ling Wanjun's last words to himself were heard clearly. Your Majesty? Who is your Majesty? Xiaosi was full of doubts, but
I felt that the past few days had been filled with many things, and I was in a daze. I lay on the bed, rubbing my swollen head, and gradually fell asleep.
As New Year's Eve approaches, the village gradually becomes lively. Colored lanterns are hung high and the words "blessing" are plastered all over the place. People come to visit the village in an endless stream every day. Han Kuangsi, Handelang and his son are very popular among the Khitan court and the public, ranging from officials and nobles to merchants and celebrities.
, celebrating the New Year at Ju Lai Manor. The Han father and son and the housekeeper Ling Wanjun were tired of socializing and fawning. Ling Xiaoxiao would go to Shen Qinghua's house every day, and over time he became familiar with it. Although he would also go to play with the mistress,
But somehow, she couldn't get any advantage in her hands and feet. It seemed that Xiaosi became much more powerful overnight, which made her very depressed. As for Xiaosi, she spent most of her time hiding in her small courtyard to practice martial arts.
The fourth is a special existence, with an identity between the master and the handyman. Because it was Ling Wanjun who picked him up outside, although he is usually quite strict in discipline, he still has the status of adoption, and the young owner Han Derang also treats him.
He has a special feeling, so the servants and servants on the farm respect him very much, and it is not his turn to do some miscellaneous work. Xiaosi is also happy to have some leisure time, and settles down to practice martial arts. The door bolt has already been
It was replaced by a smooth log. Xiao Si was still baffled by his own skills. The reasons were all messy and he had no clue. He simply stopped thinking about it and just focused on practicing the moves. If he wanted to, he went to Handerang to ask for help.
I wanted to recruit a sparring partner, but I also knew that the dealer had a lot of things going on these days and it was hard to bother him, so I could only give up and stop thinking about it.
In the afternoon of this day, the sky was a little hazy. Xiao Si was playing with logs in the courtyard, practicing the move of "Single Whip to Seize the Sword". Among the many moves, this is the more difficult one to practice. The single whip is swung out, first shaking and then cutting. Not only does it require
Chopping, smashing, and changing the posture along the way, divided into picks and pokes, and finally a sweep. Xiao Si practiced all morning, but still felt that he was not refined enough. The sweat had already soaked his back, and he had no intention to pay attention to it. He was still concentrating on it.
Practicing hard. At this time, people outside were noisy and footsteps were messy. Xiao Si stopped his move and saw the door of the small courtyard suddenly opened, and seven or eight people filed in. The leader was Han Kuangsi, the owner of the villa, the young master Han Derang and the housekeeper Ling Wanjun. In the middle
Surrounded by a person, he is obviously a guest visiting the village. He is gorgeously dressed and has an extraordinary bearing. He is in his forties, wearing a fur robe with a fox collar, tiger skin leggings, and a cat's eye gem hanging on his hat. It is obvious at a glance that this person has a distinguished status.
I heard this man smile wildly and say: "Brother Kuangsi, your villa is so majestic and upright as a rainbow, it really opened the eyes of the lonely king. This villa is so beautifully built!"
Han Kuangsi laughed and said: "Your Highness, King of Song, is ridiculous. The small mansion only occupies a few acres, but the family has a large population, so we can only build more rooms to make you laugh."
The man looked around and saw a stone lock placed in the corner. Then he looked at Xiaosi who was wiping his sweat and said in surprise: "Hey, what kind of martial arts has this young man practiced? A wooden stick?" He turned to look at Han.
Kuang Si praised, "We have many warriors in Khitan. Even a young boy in Master Han's family is training so hard. It seems that the unification of the north and south of Khitan is just around the corner!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, and everyone looked at each other in silence. Even the current emperor Yelu Xian had never dared to say such remarks, but the King of Song said it in an understatement, so there was a brief silence. Han Kuangsi was secretly angry, but
Forced by kindness but unable to get angry, he pondered for a moment, cleverly changed the subject, and said with a cup of his hands: "This is a servant in my family, named Xiaosi. Children like to dance with guns and sticks, which is not a bad thing.
." Yan Bi said to Xiaosi, "Xiaosi, come and see Lord Song."
This person is Yelu Xiyin, the famous Song King of the Khitan Kingdom.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Si immediately threw the log and bowed his head respectfully: "Hello, Mr. King of Song."
Yelu Xiyin nodded, pointed to the stone lock on the ground and asked, "Do you usually use it to practice strength?"
Xiao Si blushed and said, "Yes, but this stone lock is too heavy, I can't lift it at all."
Yelu Xiyin laughed, then raised his head solemnly, pointed to the deepest place behind Zhuangzi and asked: "Where is that place?
Han Kuangsi hesitated for a moment and replied: "That is my family's ancestral hall."
"Ancestral Hall? May I ask if this ancestral hall has a name?"
"This..." Han Kuangsi looked at the confusion in Yelu Xiyin's eyes and pretended to be relaxed: "This ancestral hall is dedicated to a close friend and old friend. Where did he get this title?"
The expression on Yelu Xiyin's face was strange and unpredictable, and he said slowly: "Brother Kuangsi, you Zhuangzi has cultivated well, cultivated very well!"
Han Kuangsi was speechless for a moment. Yelu Xiyin had already said this sentence "well cultivated" since he entered the door. He repeated it again and again. He didn't know what the purpose was. The young master Han Derang beside him smiled softly: "Sir King Song, I don't know
Why do you say that my village is well built? It's just that the rooms are more well built. How can you call it a good word?"
Yelu Xiyin wandered for a few steps with his hands behind his back, then suddenly pointed at the majestic mountain behind Zhuangzi and said, "Xian Nephew Derang, what's the name of that mountain?"
"This mountain is called Qinglong Mountain, and the local people all know it." Han Derang stared at King Song's face and said quietly.
Yelu Xiyin turned around again and faced Zhuangzi's front room and pointed in the distance: "Xian Nephew Derang, what is the name of the river in front of your Zhuangzi?"
"Where there are mountains, there are rivers. If there is Qinglong Mountain, there must be Qinglong River. Isn't it strange? Lord Song?"
Yelu Xiyin laughed loudly: "Drinking from the Qinglong River and backed by Qinglong Mountain, this villa of yours is truly the Yinlong Villa!"
As soon as these words came out, Han Kuangsi, Han Derang and Ling Wanjun were all very surprised. King Yelu Xiyin of the Song Dynasty was the emperor's uncle. He had a high and powerful position, and he was also cunning and cunning. He came to the village as a guest today, and he was afraid that other people would
There was a purpose. Yelu Xiyin walked back and forth unhurriedly with square steps, stopping from time to time to look in the direction of the ancestral hall. He didn't know what he was thinking about. Han Derang broke the deadlock and gave a deep salute and said: "Your Majesty, King Song, Snow Cold Day
Leng, my father has already prepared some wine in the front hall, I think we should go to the house to talk."
Yelu Xiyin waved his hand: "No hurry, no rush. Dear nephew, when I entered the village just now, I felt a sense of dominion over the world. The deeper I went, the stronger the feeling. The ancestral hall behind your village must be extraordinary.
Things in the world. Gu Wang also knows a little bit about the Feng Shui of the Han people. The Qinglong Mountain is long and winding, low in the west and high in the east, a typical Wolong shape. Your village is built on the mountain, which seems to be unintentional.
There is a deep mystery. The entire Zhuangzi is at the leading position, but the location of your ancestral hall is exactly above the leading position. If Gu Wang is not wrong, then the ancestral hall can be said to be the finishing touch! I don’t know if I am right.
Oh wrong?"
Ling Wanjun's face changed greatly when he heard this. Yelu Xi hid every word like a knife, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy. This Zhuangzi was built by him. It has been nearly twenty years now. He thought that others would not easily notice its mystery.
, Unexpectedly, Yelu Xiyin exposed it with one word, and he couldn't help but feel worried.
Han Derang laughed calmly: "Hahaha, Mr. King Song, you actually know the art of Feng Shui? Do you also think that my house is well built? This is the best! It did cost a lot of money and food to build my house. I just hope that
Being able to establish a wife, patronage son and make great achievements in our great Khitan Kingdom. My father and my son are originally Han people. They are trusted by the emperor and the queen and entrusted with important responsibilities. It is a blessing that has been cultivated for three generations. My father and son often sigh and sigh when they meet
Lord Ming, you should die in repayment! With the Lord’s auspicious words, it seems that our Zhuangzi has really cultivated it correctly!”
Yeluxi smiled sarcastically. He originally wanted to make things difficult for Han Derang, but Han Derang's relaxed words were watertight and sounded quite comfortable. When he was annoyed, he had to praise Han Derang's careful and quick thinking. Han Kuangsi
He came out in time to smooth things over and said: "Yes, yes, I should die in repayment when I meet the Ming Lord! Now that the Khitan national destiny is booming, it is time for my fellow ministers to celebrate. Your Lord, the King of Song, should go back to the front hall with me to have a drink.
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At this time, a young man in the crowd said: "His Royal Highness, King Song, no matter what the leader and the tail, it is just a village! Don't stand here, let's go to the bar and try Lao Han's wine. How about it?"
"The speaker is twenty-eighty-nine years old. His face is slightly dark, but not ugly at all. He has a slender nose. He wears a martial arts master's jin on his head and a purple-flowered hero's cloak. He is actually dressed as a Han Chinese. It's just the side of his temples under the square scarf.
The long braid passes through the earrings and hangs straight down the chest, looking nondescript.
Han Derang also said: "Brother Jixian said, Lord Song, please lend me your kind words. For me, Zhuangzi, we should have a few drinks, right?"
Seeing that everyone said this, Yelu Xiyin had no choice but to agree. Everyone left the small courtyard and walked to the front hall. It was not long before they arrived at the second entrance courtyard. The courtyard was wide and flat, and there were weapon racks placed under the west wall.
There are many swords and guns on it, there are more than a dozen kinds of weapons, and there are stone piers, stone locks and other things in the corners. There is a large hall in the middle, about ten feet in diameter. It is not majestic, but it is also very grand. The lights in the hall are bright, and the smell of wine floats far away.
Come, it's so coveted. Han Kuangsi walked a few steps quickly, lifted the curtain for the King of Song, and everyone walked into the hall one after another. A red revolving lantern was hung high in the hall, and tables and chairs were placed in east-west directions. Various dishes were displayed on the tables.
But the main dish is mutton, beef brisket and cheese. Five or six servants are around, and the charcoal fire in the brazier is blazing, giving it a festive atmosphere.
When everyone was seated, Han Derang loudly ordered: "Come on, prepare to set off fireworks, welcome His Royal Highness King Song to the villa!"