The lively and troubled years have finally passed. After the beginning of the spring, things in Xiangfu are busy again.
In spring, the beginning of the new year, the season of all things, for the people in Xiangfu, there is a busy one, there is still the past year. The disaster relief is not over.
The things they do have done their best. The rest is still depending on the free performance of officials in various places.
As the snow gradually melted, the data summarized in various places cannot make people feel optimistic and happy. But for the others in the Fufu, when setting a new year's plan and goal, a considerable enthusiasm is still invested.
After all, this is a practical attitude. The past karma has passed.
Recently, for Ning Yi, it is a relatively complicated and stagnant state. On the one hand, the New Year and the New Year, get along with the family of Yaozu, Ji Kun, and the Wang family.
Visiting, busy, always smiling. The various planning and prospects of the Xiangfu are also familiar to him. At least in various digital order, no one in the Xiangfu can be compared to him.
On the other hand, he thought about the next thing in the interval, but he was a little unsure.
Zhang Jue's death is a heavy blow for everyone in Xiangfu, but it is just heavy. They can’t feel the same as Ning Yi's thoughts, and Ning Yi can’t say that he feels that the Wu Dynasty will die.
Because the logic of this result is still not enough. In the eyes of everyone, since Zhang Jue died, next, the investment in the North will become more critical. In any case, we still have to support the remaining shelves-
This is the right. After the short depression, after a brief depression, it has restored a busy business state. It did not affect the frustration emotion too much.
Ning Yi is also uncertain about the result of this matter, and there are many things that can be done. But for him, it is not this mood that is even more troublesome. It is a modern person. He once stood like that
Location, for some things, some stupid tolerances are limited. But the kind of crazy and enterprising thoughts that "rather think about it, don't think about stop", for him, it has become far away.
In front of him, there are different bifurcations, and he has not been able to see it clearly. Or there is no opportunity or motivation to promote him to make a decision.
In the Mansion, in addition to the business of one day and one day, it can make everyone more excited. It is probably the books on Qin Yiyuan's annotation.
It can be understood that it is really a treasure for Ning Yi, but his feeling of this book is different from others.
After all, Ning Yi understands the approximate road of science and even many academic development since then. He has respect for Qin Yiyuan to take out this set of science things. Ning Yi has respect. If possible, Ning Yi hopes that it can stay.
The continuous development in collision. But Ning Yi did not have research and academic research. He didn't have this mood. As for the rules and regulations that extended, Ning Yi was too much affected by modern management.
Impact. Ning Yi is willing to protect it, but if you study it, it will be exempted.
There are certain differences in the expectations of society in his heart and the expectations of science. This difference may not be much big with the differences between science -all the philosophy in the world actually has a common place -even in later generations
Ning Yi believes that the emergence of the philosophy of new society should also be based on these Confucianism of Confucianism. There can be changes or even great changes. But overthrowing is purely stupid.
Because it is not such an academic researcher, and the three views of their own three views have been stable. In the final analysis, Ning Yi only appreciates this, and admires the wisdom of an old man's introspection and inquiry about society, but extended research
Then, then
The opportunity appeared in February this year. When it appeared, Ning Yi couldn't think of it anyway. There would be such a message that appeared in front of him.
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On February 2nd, the dragon looked up.
In the capital, the snow gradually melted, and everything has begun to extract the buds. Recently, the data of the death of a large number of people in the disaster areas is dedicated.
About 10,000, eliminating frozen deaths in various places, and now it has exceeded the standard -even though the statistics of various places at this time are still blurred, this conclusion can still be available. Especially the Jing Hunan Road after Lin Tingting's death, only this is only this.
Along the way, more than 18,000 people can be attributed to the category of starving to death.
However, if you refer to the data of the previous wasteful years, compared to the scale and severity of the famine, the entire disaster relief can be said to be unprecedented success. However, this success is a bit silent.
Wen Ren Fuji knew that Ning Yi's recent mood was not very good. He seemed to be thinking about something other than official duties. Sometimes, he would perform absent -minded. At first, he thought the other party's depression was due to disaster relief, but Ning Yi had a disaster relief.
As a result, the ideal state did not perform very lightly:
"The ideal result is of course when everything is in place. After the death of Master Lin, I understand that this matter cannot meet the expectations, and ... I am the first time.
All estimates, although there are data, most of them are for granted ... In short, do you try your best. "
Ning Yi will talk about throwing some frustrating numbers into the drawer, but the indifference and cold on the face makes people feel like he is moving other thoughts. That is, on the morning of February 2nd, he
When I walked through the study of Ning Yi's office, I saw Ning Yi standing there against the desk. I didn't know what was thinking. After half an hour, Ning Yi still stood like that.
Put it on the edge of the table. Wen Ren Fu went in: "Li Heng, what do you think?"
Ning Yi looked back at him, and his eyes were cautious as if it seemed like a stranger. It's like watching something ... It's not realistic.
Ning Yi has always been calm, funny and determined, never seeing such a look in Ning Yi's eyes. Ning Yi tilted his head and looked at him for a while, stretched out one hand. Click on him, then gradually gradually gradually gradually gradually gradually gradually.
A smile was exposed, a piece of paper was grabbed from hand, and on the desktop: "You. Look at this."
It was an intelligence from the Secret Investigation Division from the north. Wen Ren Fuji took a look at it. It was an intelligence about the death of the Liaoning general Yelu Dashi.
Is it? "
Ning Yi sat on the chair and didn't speak, and when he heard the people, he looked again: "I know that Yelu Dashi is also a generation of people. But after he left, there were not many people with the hands of the person ...
It ’s time for some time, uh ... Li Heng could n’t want to support this ... 孛 孛 也 也 也 也 也 也 也 也 也 也 也 也 也 也 也 也 也 也 也 也 is an idea ...”
Ning Yi looked at him, and after a while, he laughed: "Raising tigers is suffering ... It is enough to raise a tiger ... how can this only be raised. Uh ... I ... I think of some other things, it's okay, it's okay
After thinking about it, I will tell you again. This ... Give me it first. "
Wen Ren Fuji gave him the information: "It's okay?"
"It's okay." Ning Yi answered no sincerity, he heard that Fu Fu left the room, waited a little, and heard that Ning Yi's voice was murmured: "Fuck ... how can there be such a thing like this?
... This is fake ... fucking, kidding ... This is too messy ... "
Wen Ren turned his eyes. He had a biased head and walked away in doubt.
In the room, Ning Yi sat on the chair, looked at the intelligence, and then stood up directly on the desk in front of him. His expression was a little illusory and funny.
Who opened a bad joke, but gradually, his eyes began to become fierce and serious. The brows gradually frowned.
木 铁 is only cat. Tiemuzhen!
Genghis Khan ...
This is a name that makes people feel more fierce than the skeleton of the skeleton. It is heard that it supports him ... In the past history, this name leads the Mongolians on the grassland to conquer to the west, smoothing the entire entire
The Han people were halfway, and the territory of the huge empire was far from Europe. The European people were psychologically shaded until the twentieth century called the oriental people's "yellow scourge".
The invasion of the Mongolians to the Song Dynasty was a clear and rotten aggression on the Song Dynasty.
After the Confucian culture is assimilated, everyone found the way to stick to their faces ... support ...
He looked at the name for a long time -I don't know how long -the expression on the face gradually became quiet and indifferent. He pressed his hands on his knees.
The bloodthirsty and fierceness of the only moment, the expression was fleeting in his eyes. He reached out and opened the drawer, took out a stack of paper on the upper layer of the drawer, torn it out, throw it into the side to put garbage next to the garbage.
In the wooden basket.
That was some of his recent adjustments to Zhu Ji, but ... after all, it was too shallow.
Standing up, his fingers slowly hit a few times on the table, then took a breath, and took the information back to the drawer. When he walked out of the house, it was the sun in the afternoon. When he walked out of the yard, someone said hello to him
He smiled and patted the other side's shoulder, but the footsteps did not stop: "I go back first."
When I arrived at the side courtyard of Xiangfu, took the carriage, and when the curtain was put down, he covered his meditation face in a dim.
The team left Xiangfu and walked all the way. I do n’t know when the team stopped suddenly, above the street, shouting the sound of killing suddenly, someone was roaring: "Except the demon."
"Kill this devil-"
"Where is he--"
The wind slightly stroked the curtain, and the confrontation between the assassin and the guards had begun. Ning Yi thought about this ridiculous and serious facts in the carriage. His fingers hit the seat on one side.
Hook on the opposite car, bombarded, the car wall and roof were pulled away. He sat there before seeing the scene on the road ahead.
Someone shouted: "Beware-"
What was shot in front of the field of vision, Ning Yi looked at the light spots without dodge, and a crossbow shot into the car wall on one side of his head. A big man in front of him yelled.
The outbreak of Beijing, the assassination of Ning Yi's rivers and lakes is not the first time. This time, it is also a group of famous masters on the rivers and lakes.
The fist coaxed. The sound of the sound of the tiger. The name of the heart of the heart spread throughout the green forest during this period of time, making him dare not hold on the size. In front of him, the indifferent scholar has greeted him, a man -fist,
Boom the door.
The blood sprinkled with the sky. The sound of the broken bones was transported to the extreme internal force to make a thunderous burst. The whole body of Pu Tianda flew out of the rear, fell out of Zhang Yu, and continued to roll.
Among them, the momentum and indifferent magic head has gone into the carriage. Following the side of Pu Tianda, there are people who rushed not far away.
The blockade of the guard, the next moment, the left hand of the devil head raised slightly towards the side. A loud noise was mixed with the flame.
Live, fall, flesh and flesh.
The magic head shot, but the footsteps did not stop at all, but the right hand was drawn out of the strange marching knives. The Menusteen climbed up from the ground and retreated. He waved a steel knife picked up on the ground.
Two knives, but the other party kept a step away. The sword swordsmanship smashed the opponent's blade, and the second knife chopped his wrist, stepped on the third knife on his shoulder, and the fourth way was split on him.
On the forehead, a few times, his chest, lower abdomen, and thighs continued to fly out of blood with the back until the underground, the blood flowing in the eyes.
The short gun above the left hand changed, the muzzle faced him, a large round black hole.
"The disaster is almost over, you don't stop ..."
There was a bang again. What was bursting like a watermelon.
Zhu Biao leaned on the side with a long gun, and was surprised: "Although ... knowing that you have two sons ... why suddenly it seems to be much better?"
"Thinking of something, there is no scruple, of course people are amazing ..."
"Really?" Zhu Biao blinked, "You have nothing to worry about before."
"Anyway, I'm almost invincible, just know it, don't spread it ..." Ning Yi laughed, and then became a little tired, "I want to hurry up ... go home and see."
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When I came home all the way, when the carriage entered the yard, the bloody gas on her body had not disappeared. Ning Yi stood in the backyard and looked at it.
Among them, Xiaoyu and Ning Xi jumped over, probably saw the blood stains on him, and some worrieds were about to check that she and Ning Xi were held by Ning Yi. For so continued, Xiaoyu thought
Ning Yi was injured: "Xianggong, what's wrong with you, what's wrong ... let me see ..." The child was a little unaccustomed to the blood on his father's body, don't open his head and said: "Daddy, smelly, smelly ...
Ning Yi laughed and posted on his face.
"It's okay." He held Xiaoyu more tighter, letting her head on her shoulders, and after a while, she said: "Xiao Yan, remember that we met for the first time ... I was my
The bricks were smashed, what did I look like when I just woke up? "
"I can't remember it." Xiao Yan replied, and then said, "Actually ... Xianggong was a bit fierce at that time, aunt ... I was injured, I wanted to go out, and then fierce me ... I'm a little scared."
"Hehe." Ning Yi patted her, "Rest assured, I'm okay. It's ... think of something."
Let go of the doubtful Xiaoyu and the sons of the crying face, Ning Yi walked inside. In the bedroom, Tan Er was writing something at the table. Seeing Ning Yi coming in, there was blood stains on her body, and quickly greeted: "Xianggong ...
… "Before he finished speaking, he was hugged by Ning Yi and walked towards it, and finally pressed on the bed. Ning Yi lay on her and scared her a big jump:" What happened to Xianggong?
What's wrong ... "She thought Ning Yi was injured behind her, and she pulled it to see. Ning Yi held her face with both hands, staring at a smile:" It's okay. Don't move. "
"Uh ... you ... you are injured ..."
Four eyes are opposite, Tan'er is still a little panic, but gradually becomes confused. Ning Yi looked at her for a while, and then reached out to touch her eyes, nose, lips, and then resting her head in her neck for a while.
"Xianggong, what's wrong ..." Tan Er asked softly.
"It's something to encounter something." Ning Yi was still lying on his stomach.
"Those guys, for the disaster relief ... I heard ..."
"It's not." Ning Yi was silent for a moment, "Now, Tan'er, if ... just this month, I marry Yunzhu into the door ... and Jiner, you ..."
He was a little hesitant, but Tan Er smiled softly, "You finally made a decision. Everyone is waiting ..." This is her pretending to laugh, but the psychological preparation has been done for a long time.
Not too much taste.
"In addition, after the matter here is settled, I will take the time to go to Luliang Mountain."
Tan Er frowned. After a while, his expression was complicated, and he hit him with his hands: "You are not afraid ... the body is down ..."
"Hahahaha ... it's not that thing." Ning Yi laughed for a while, said, "Juaner, find someone to get some hot water for me, I want to wash it ..." I have blood on my body. "
The timid response from Juan'er who listened to the corner outside the door: "Oh." Then run away.
Ning Yi sat up and took off the restraint Tan'er to sort out her clothes. She watched Ning Yi in doubt. She also understood that Ning Yi's character must be something other than the private affairs of children.
Such an abnormality appears.
Ning Yi thought about it: "I used to ... always a little rejected to do long -term things ..."
"... uh?" Tan Er didn't understand.
"That's because, I always think of a certain degree, pull away and go away." He sighed, "But now it seems that there are some things, there is nothing to retreat. After all ... such a ridiculous thing ..."
"I, I don't understand."
Ning Yi didn't answer again, grabbed her hand, patted, and then patted it again, smiled at her, and smiled, and the smile has become warm and gentle: "In short, you have to go with me."
Tan'er looked at him: "We ... are husband and wife."
In doubt, there is some thoughts, some things are finalized. At this time, the sun is from outside the open door, diagonally, and the air is unique to the slightly cold in the air ...
February, the second day.
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Qingming.
Li Duan walked to the hillside outside Taiyuan City, looking at the burden of the field in the wild, and the smoke that burned when the loved ones were suspended.
On the edge of the woods, the man named Chengzhouhai wore a cyan robe and kneeled down on the grass, facing the direction he chose, facing the people who died in this famine, leaned over three worship.
There is only the coldness of spring, and there is no witness.
On the dock, the teacher set foot on the schedule with the difficult ship that was difficult to return. Looking at the distant cities, beaches, docks, tears flowing in her eyes. In this winter, she felt the feelings that had never had before in the past.
Those who died, those ... they did not want them to die, but they still died, staying on this land.
The next step will be the spring shortage, and the small -scale disaster waste will continue. It will continue until the new year's food finally ushered in the harvest. During this period, it will be dead.
The disaster relief porridge has no obstacles on the road. The price of grain is maintained at the eight -two stone, and it will not rise, but it is still three times the usual.
She had to go back.
Stay, more helplessness.
She wanted to go back and tell some people about her vision.
The wind blows her hair on the boat.
Every year, the wind blows from spring, until summer, autumn, winter, and weekly, never stop. It blows away the time, blows the old annual wheel, blows the teenager to mature, blows into adulthood towards adulthood towards adulthood towards adulthood.
One, and then blowing the old people to leave their wisdom seeds, hoping to pass it to the next generation of children. People live on the earth, work, and inherit.
This is another new year. In the spring breeze, people feel the song and dance of the new year, and in the chapel, a group of groups of sense of feelings, planning a distant map, the north is still a war, the constant war, there is there that there are there, there are there, there are there, there are there, there are there, there are there.
Among the smoke, alternating the prosperous sun and ominous afterglow.