Chapter Five Hundred and Fifteen: Living in the Dead
Chapter 515: Seeking to Live in Death
Shanhaiguan.
The continuous mountains are rising and falling like a black snake, entrenched between two plains. At this mountain, there is a towering pass, connecting the Great Wall. The entire Shanhaiguan is no different from most towns in the border area. They are wearing cotton armored mouths.
The soldiers who were spitting white air, and the merchants who were walking with camels, were running straight from the exits of the pass, with the shouts of soldiers, the sound of bells under the camel's neck, and the various accents.
The noises mixed together, and even the snow on the distant mountains seemed to be melted by the excitement...
At this time, at the city gate facing Liaodong, a team of knights quickly passed through the door hole and rushed straight into Guanzhong. When they arrived at an inn on the street, they stopped horses. The leader was full of momentum and stepped on the stirrup and got off the horse.
After looking at the inn, he walked into the inn with a big gaze, patted the wine cabinet, and shouted: "Come on, bet on the tip of the room, prepare several to go to the room, find some hot water, and serve the uncle
Our horses.”
His voice was like thunder, causing dust to fall down the beams.
Many of the people who come and go here are past military officials, either taking the commission to leave the customs, or summoning them back to Beijing to report their duties. They all have a loud voice and are as powerful as a rainbow. This is the case for the inn.
It was a very common shop that I couldn't afford to offend. After hearing his words, the guy immediately cheered up, said obediently, and quickly went outside to arrange something.
At this time, several more warriors came in with their knives, and Hawkeye was waiting around the inn, as if they were looking for suspicious people. Then they stood aside and walked outside to see a white-bearded and wrinkled face.
The old man, the warriors bowed together, one of them had already pressed his knife to spin the second floor, as if he was searching for something, and when his deer-skin boots clattered down the corridor, he saluted the old man.
, said, "Sir, the boss has cleaned up."
The old man nodded, with a bit of coldness and sophistication on his face, and he was surrounded by the warriors with his hands behind his back.
The door of a wing room was pushed open, and the old man walked in. When he reached the threshold, he unconsciously shook his boots.
Most of this is the habit of nobles in the capital. When they come back from outside, they often use their boots to gently knock the threshold. Although they have not shaken off much dust, they have already developed customs and are difficult to change.
There was actually someone in this room, dressed in a Confucian shirt, wearing a square scarf, and carrying his hands behind his back. He was raising his eyes to admire a copybook on the wall.
The old man coughed gently, and the Confucian scholar turned his eyes and looked at him, and they looked at him with the old man's eyes, and the two showed a knowing smile.
The old man laughed and said, "Why, Mr. Wen is also interested in this kind of calligraphy and painting?"
The man named Mr. Wen shook his head slowly with a quiet smile. His whole body looked dull, but those eyes made people feel like they were falling into a bag.
Mr. Wen sat down generously, made a call, and then started to speak: "This copybook must have been made by a warrior. Although his writing was crude, he had a bit of a big and comprehensive charm, and he was full of murderous spirit. If so,
The students quelled the rebellion, and such a copybook is a great product. I don’t know where the inn shopkeeper came from, so it’s quite appropriate to put it here."
The old man smiled and sat opposite Mr. Wen, a smile passed seriously, and said, "Oh? Why did you think of the situation?"
Mr. Wen laughed seriously, and his sharpness flashed and said slowly: "This time I entered the pass, I am seeking life in death, and I will be killed at any time. Is this copybook not suitable for the situation?" He changed with a smile.
Sitting in a sitting position, he continued, "But, Liaodong cannot continue to stay. Since he does not want to live in the white mountains and black waters forever, he must return to Beijing. Oh, if the student is an adult, it is better to continue to stay in Liaodong and live a life of silence."
, What's wrong with it? When I went to the capital, although I was full of red flowers and green leaves, I was full of wealth and wealth, but there was murderous intent everywhere, and there was no time for peace."
A hint of hatred flashed through the old man's eyes and said lightly: "Do you think there will be a time for peace in Liaodong? Humph, there are not many censors in Liaodong, no one is watching. The bastard in the palace is not yet.
How to deal with me? How can I deal with me? Thirty years in Hedong and Thirty years in Hexi? How could I think of him in the end? In the end, I would let him inherit the throne. If I don’t go back, I will be punished to death in Liaodong sooner or later. It would be better to do so than
As the gentleman said, he would die and live, at least in the capital and in public, that bastard dared not do anything to me."
Mr. Wen just sighed bitterly, shook his head, and pursed his lips without saying a word.
The old man immediately said, "But I went to the capital here, but I also knew that there were many obstacles. I wonder why the sir taught me?"
Mr. Wen smiled faintly: "It's not easy to seek life in death, but Wen wanted to say that Your Majesty ordered the Lord to be the commander of the Jinyiwei. This is not because Your Majesty eliminates the grudges with you, but to block the people of the world.
The words of people are terrifying. Your Majesty is a person who advocates etiquette and law. How could he easily give people and handle it? But it is one thing to have no choice but to take revenge for the time being. Your Majesty has long been to the Lord.
If you hold a grudge in your heart, how can you let adults go easily? So the student said just now that adults will have a life of death. To put it bluntly, adults can have temporary wealth in the capital, but it is difficult to have wealth in this life."
The old man nodded with consent, his face twitched, and said, "What I want is long-term wealth. What can I do?"
Mr. Wen sighed and said, "Sir, this is a difficult task for students. Your Majesty's intentions cannot be changed. Although the adults are now the commander of the Jinyiwei, they may have put the adults on the raging fire. At first,
And, maybe it can be warm, but sooner or later it will be burned into coke. Adults have to keep it for a long time, but once they take this step, they will not be able to turn back."
The old man sneered: "Can I still look back?"
This sentence revealed the old man's determination. Liaodong cannot stay anymore. So what if he returns to the capital and becomes the commander of the Jinyiwei? The commander of the personal army is all in the emperor's mind. As long as the emperor cares about you, he can
When will the scenery be beautiful?
Of course, the old man understood his situation. At present, there was no room for him to choose. If he wanted to survive in death, he had to take risks.
Mr. Wen glanced at the old man, just smiled, and suddenly said, "Then it's better to write two words for the adults."
He stood up, went to get the pen and ink, pondered for a moment, and then began to write quickly. In just a moment, two large, plump words fell on the snow-white paper. Mr. Wen raised his eyes and looked at the old man.
He said: "This matter is of great importance. Adults need to think carefully. If one step is wrong, every step is wrong."
The old man stood up to read the running script, and saw the word "King Ning" written on the running script. The old man's face suddenly changed, a cold light flashed through his eyes, and he sneered: "Mr. Wen, you are too bold!"
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Chapter 3 is delivered in the middle of the night.