The clouds were falling, bringing a bit of coolness to the city of Hangzhou above the earth. Amidst the faint sound of firecrackers and gongs and drums coming from outside, Xiaochan ran into the shade of the tree holding a wooden bucket and washed the
Clothes were hung on the ropes across the courtyard. Shengtang.com The girl was at her freshest and liveliest age. Even though she was wearing a patched gray skirt, the hem of her skirt that occasionally danced in the breeze could still show off her delicate figure.
She was hanging clothes, smiling, and talking to the young man sitting under the eaves reading a book.
That was her uncle, and of course, he was now her man.
"It's so lively... Uncle, do you think he can choose that martial arts master today?"
What she was talking about was, of course, the "Green Forest Conference" that had been making a fuss in the city these days. It was said that many strange people and strangers had demonstrated their skills at the conference these days. There were several martial arts masters in the city.
The general, together with the Holy Duke Fangla, all participated in the viewing. Nowadays, these things are talked about every day outside, talking about the powerful skills displayed by someone, even more than before talking about the poetry competitions of various talents.
interesting.
Of course, when it comes to poetry and literary societies, they are not absent in the city these days. Many literary societies have taken action in these days, and a few good poems have been circulated, as well as some articles criticizing shortcomings.
There are a group of literati who have not been selected before, and naturally hope to get an official position before the new dynasty is officially established.
Gentlemen from Wenlie Academy also participated in these poetry gatherings, and their status was not low, but Ning Yi naturally refused to go - Ba Daoying did not restrict this. But Ning Yi had a poor reputation in the Hangzhou literary world before he came.
Akira, secondly, his status in Wenlie Academy is complicated now. No one dares to mess with him, but he has no official status. Even if people have discussions, they only talk within the academy, so his name has not been spread out after all. Exit
To put it more seriously, even if someone asked him, he would not be able to interfere with these boring things at this time - his poetic talent is fake anyway, and he should avoid it if he can.
At this time, when he heard Xiaochan talking about the conference, Ning Yi raised his eyebrows slightly: "He is the deputy leader of the martial arts alliance, not a master of the martial arts... But I didn't even invite your uncle, who is known as the Bloody Hand Human Slaughter, to come over, so what the hell?
A martial arts conference, just a bunch of farmers amusing themselves..."
Ning Yi usually joked, and his tone was always half boring and half ridiculing. Xiaochan laughed and climbed on the back of the clothes on the rope: "Uncle, just go. Didn't Brother Chang say you can go?"
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Ning Yi held the book and smiled: "But he also said that it was a gathering of farmers. If a low-level martial artist like Chang Ah Ming is too lazy to go, won't I lose my status if I go? Will I be asked to be the leader of the alliance?
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"Oh, but I heard at the medical center that there are people who can breathe fire..." Xiaochan said, quite regretfully, "There are also people who can do a hundred somersaults in a row..."
Ning Yi didn't comment on her idea of treating juggling masters as martial arts masters. Of course, the girl was not a fool. She was just chattering for fun at this time. After drying the clothes, she put the wooden basin back into the room and went to Ning Yi's side.
She sat down and fanned herself with a cattail leaf fan. Ning Yi read, and she followed suit. Occasionally she chatted with Ning Yi for a while. After a while, she lowered her voice and said, "Uncle, I heard what they said, you are in the academy."
Are you talking about Mr. Qian?"
Since visiting Qian Xiwen, the environment around Ning Yi has actually become much more relaxed - maybe it didn't start with visiting Mr. Qian, but after talking to the young man on the roof that day, the people from Ba Dao Camp
They brought more clothes, various daily necessities, etc., so the world between the two of them has basically become smoother. But what Ning Yi said in class about Qian Xiwen caused a stir in the academy after all.
In response, most people now think that Ning Yi has suicidal tendencies. Xiaochan naturally knows it and asks about it at this time. Of course she also knows that her uncle's mood was actually affected to a certain extent that day.
Ning Yi looked at him, nodded, and said softly while flipping through the book: "It's okay. You know what we are doing in Huzhou is not small. Someone wants to protect your uncle. Either his head is twitching, or he thinks that your uncle
Useful - very useful. That Liu Dabiao... is a madman who takes eccentric swordsmanship. Being too conservative is not enough, and being handsome alone is not enough... Only when I do something out of the ordinary can people like me. Holy
Tang latest chapter.com Moreover, I really want to do something to help Mr. Qian, and I don’t want his and his family’s bones to be buried in mass graves and cannot be picked out in the future..."
Xiaochan nodded. In fact, although she seemed cheerful recently, she was actually very sensitive in her heart. She was always worried about this and that. Therefore, Ning Yi did not shy away from anything that could be said, and would always talk to her.
She chatted and talked about it. When talking about the old man, the girl fanned herself and remained silent for a while. After a moment, she looked at Ning Yi and said: "That uncle said this to those children because he wanted to really...
Do they teach well?"
"Why not?" Ning Yi looked at her with a smile.
"But... they are, after all,..."
"Xiaochan, do you think... I am on the court's side?"
"Uh." She probably hadn't thought about these things before. When she was asked about it, Xiaochan was startled. After all, she still regarded Fang La's army as a rebel army. After thinking for a while, she stammered: "But, but...
...The old man of the Qian family is not... not..."
"I respect Qian Xiwen, because the old man has his own way, and he implements it very well. It has nothing to do with which side he stands on. If I stand on the side of the court, do I have to fight with those civil servants who only know corruption?
, military attachés who are greedy for life and afraid of death stand together? Those bullies, hooligans, people who make me feel hopeless, no matter which side I am on, I hope they die cleanly. Xiaochan, I am not on either side. Qian
People like this make me feel that they should be alive. Even if all the rest of the family, except you and your young lady, die, I don't care."
Ning Yi smiled: "Since I am a teacher here now, I will do my duty as a teacher and teach them good things, because they are just students. If they learn it, I will be very happy. The world has changed again."
It's even more interesting. Xiaochan, just like those officials when we escaped, I thought it was a waste to let them occupy a place in my mind. They are cockroaches. They will trample them to death if they see them.
If not, just pretend you didn’t see it, it’s everywhere anyway.”
He shrugged: "Anyway, I don't hate them, nor do I like them."
After saying this, I felt that what I said was a bit cold, but when I looked at Xiao Chan, I found that she was nodding with her chin in her hands, which was obviously not perfunctory. In fact, Xiao Chan was thinking about the same thing. She was just a little maid after all, and the world she lived in was nothing more than this.
That small courtyard, the sisters in the small courtyard, her uncle, and maybe the children she would have with her uncle in the future. Things outside the courtyard didn't mean much to her. Of course, she wasn't as open-minded as her uncle, and she didn't care about those who betrayed her.
She was a bad official who killed her uncle. She still holds a grudge and feels that it would be better if they died.
In the afternoon of autumn, the atmosphere seemed a bit leisurely during such chats. The weather turned cooler and the wind was light and the clouds were light. On such days, with the joy of the outside world, the various wars happening around Hangzhou seemed to have become
It's a bit far away. Although occasionally wounded soldiers are brought in, if you stay in the academy, you will just give lectures every day, watch a group of Confucian scholars drink tea, discuss in a low voice some academic issues that are no different from the parents' quarrels, or
Discussing the recent lively events in Hangzhou, it really seems like a time of peace and prosperity.
Ning Yi knew that he still had to pass a hurdle. No matter how leisurely he was living now, someone would always come over and make arrangements for him. People under low eaves would always have to do this. But this hurdle came a little unexpectedly.
Life is actually a little strange.
It was the morning of the third day after chatting with Xiaochan. After he finished teaching and was preparing to pack his things and wait for today's salary, the mountain chief Feng Yongli came to find him and told him with a complicated expression that Liu Dabiao wanted to see him.
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The area near Wenlie Academy is basically the territory of Liu Dabiao of Batao Camp. Ning Yi knew it at this time. Batao Battalion participated in the war in Jiaxing before, and it seemed that he had finally returned by now. Ning Yi left the academy with the letter.
, but when we got to the road outside, we saw various flags flying, most of which were broken or stained with blood. Groups of soldiers were probably disbanded nearby. At this time, they went home in twos and threes, shouting, shouting, and tugging.
The house where Liu Dabiao lived was at the corner of the street. Maybe he had just arrived in the morning, but it seemed messy inside. Ning Yi entered from the door, and there were also groups of soldiers running around, some placing various items, and some doing things.
Cleaning. After entering a few doors, Ning Yi was led into a relatively quiet courtyard. Two soldiers with swords opened the front door for him. The room was filled with the smell of medicine. After he entered, the door was at the back.
When it was closed, the surroundings suddenly became dark.
The room in front of him is actually a bit big, like the emperor's palace on TV - as the Jinluan Palace, it is still small. It belongs to the kind of people who have no budget and rent a small hall - the two feet in front of Ning Yi seem a bit empty, and further ahead
A gauze curtain was hung in the place, and a window on the side of the gauze curtain was opened. The light shone in, allowing Ning Yi to see clearly what was ahead.
It was a large bed like a dragon chair. It had a backrest and armrests, but no upper frame. Because it was too big, it could only be called a bed. Only the outline of the bed could be seen clearly through the gauze curtains. There were many things placed beside the big bed.
There are many weird things, tables, books, various slips, tripods, incense burners, incense burning in the incense burner, probably to slightly dilute the smell of medicine. On the outline of the big bed, leaning on a powerful giant blade, a
The figure was sitting there calmly. Because it was a black shadow and paired with the giant blade, it looked very domineering, but it was a bit petite, which slightly diluted the chilling atmosphere.
Next to the incense burner on one side of the bed, another figure, probably a maid, was standing there, fiddling with something.
The three people in the room just calmed down the atmosphere.
By this time, Ning Yi was completely sure that the person sitting opposite was indeed the woman named Liu Xigua whom he had seen during the sneak attack on Taiping Lane that day. After waiting for a long time, the first sound finally came from the other side of the curtain.
say.
"This is Liu Dabiao." He was half pretentious, half pretentious, and coupled with the rough but still feminine voice, it became quite weird.
The voice was unpleasant... After thinking about it for a long time, this was Ning Yi's first truly profound impression of this girl named Liu Xigua.
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