The capital, the imperial capital for hundreds of years, can be said to be a land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
Dongcheng District, a closed old alley area, is home to many private manors and courtyard houses, with green bricks and green tiles, and the ancient charm still exists.
In today's imperial capital where every inch of land is at a premium, such a large area of old alleys, if measured in terms of money, would be exorbitantly expensive.
This old alley area is not open to the public, but it is famous throughout the imperial capital for no other reason than that it is populated by some big shots, including the few remaining founding fathers and some old men.
A family with an elder is like a treasure. In a certain very high circle, this sentence is the most realistic. Whether it is a few leaders in the court or some military tycoons who hold military power, one after another The final success or failure of the game usually depends on these old men.
What ordinary people don't know is that many big shots who are highly visible come to this alley area and regard themselves as juniors, and often come to discuss family and state affairs with some old men...
Of course, in order to protect these national 'treasures', both the political and military circles have made great efforts and used various means. Access to this area is not much easier than entering and exiting Zhongnanhai, and it is even more strict.
In the old hutong area, in the most central location, there is a private manor that occupies a large area, with small gardens, artificial lakes, courtyards, etc.~
In the courtyard, in the main room, the fragrance of tea lingers, and the sound of "pop" can be heard from time to time.
"Old Jing, sometimes I really envy you, far away from the imperial capital, living at ease in Jiuquan City..." A slightly older voice sounded.
"Haha, there is nothing to envy. In comparison, I envy that old monk Hui Yue, who has really seen through the world of mortals," Mr. Jing chuckled.
On the couch in the main room, two old men sat cross-legged opposite each other. Between them, there was a chessboard with black and white chess pieces on it. The black pieces were like ink and the white pieces were like teeth. They were extraordinary.
"Master Huiyue, there are hundreds of millions of ordinary people in the world, and there are only a few who can see through the world of mortals. I can't do it, and you can't do it either, hahaha..." Opposite Mr. Jing, there sat a chubby old man with a ruddy face, gray hair, but bright eyes. , no muddy feeling at all.
Mr. Jing picked up a white piece and placed it on the chessboard: "Old Feng, you are wrong. No matter whether you can see through it or not, it will turn into a pile of loess in the end. As for whether you can see through it or not, what's the point? If you can see through the world of mortals, you can If you attain enlightenment and become an immortal, then I will risk my life by not eating or sleeping to see through it."
"Hahaha, that's right, that's right," the old man whom Mr. Jing called 'Lao Feng' laughed a few times, stared at the chessboard, and randomly dropped a black stone.
Mr. Jing frowned slightly, stared at the black and white pieces on the chessboard, and finally showed a smile: "Your chess style has not changed after so many years,"
"Nature is easy to change, and the same goes for the style of chess." The old man picked up a cup of tea and took a sip: "Old Jing, when you come to the capital this time, just stay a little longer, and let's have a good discussion on chess skills."
Mr. Jing put down another white stone and glanced at the old man: "You don't have any ideas, do you?"
"Ahem..." The old man coughed a few times to cover up, and said with a smile: "You old guy, your head is still so bright,"
"If it doesn't work out, I won't dare to come to your house. Tell me what you want to do."
"Old Jing, Feng Lin, have you seen him before?" The old man put down his teacup and picked up the black teapot.
"I have seen that your grandson is a talented person with a bright future." Mr. Jing was not stingy with his praise, and this was also the case.
"I really like that girl Bei'er~ And my Lin'er also has some feelings for Bei'er. You see, as an old man, we can help you get her together."
Mr. Jing looked at the old man, picked up the tobacco bag, and took two puffs, but did not speak for a long time.
"Can you please give me a message?" the old man asked impatiently.
"No," Mr. Jing refused without hesitation.
"Why," the old man stared, unable to guess why Mr. Jing refused so simply.
Mr. Jing put down his tobacco bag and took another sip of tea: "Because Beier already has someone he likes,"
"Who is it?" The old man was stunned again.
"My grandson, Xiao Feng,"
"..." The old man stopped saying anything, sighed for a long time, and smiled bitterly: "The one who is near the water and the tower first gets the moon."
"Haha, if you had mentioned this matter half a year ago, I might have tried my best to bring it together. Now, forget it. I don't care about young people's affairs anymore."
The old man nodded slowly. Since Jing Bei'er already has someone he likes, he won't force it anymore. However, he still asked: "Old Jing, to be honest, which one is better, your grandson or mine?" ,"
Jing Lao was happy: "The lice on the monk's head is obvious, so of course it's my grandson."
"..." The old man was speechless. How could this old guy be so shameless? "You have to give me a reason, otherwise I won't accept it."
"Feng Lin, in terms of appearance, he is not inferior to my grandson; in terms of ability, he is not inferior to my grandson; in terms of skill, he is not inferior to my grandson..." Mr. Jing thought for a while and said.
"How can it be worse than Xiao Feng?"
"Character and Ambition,"
"..."
"To put it bluntly, before Feng Lin was born, you had planned a smooth future for him..."
"That's right,"
"But as for my grandson, I have never interfered with his future. He can develop however he wants. Haha, I am a free-range breeder, and you are a captive breeder... They are both tigers and lions. Which one is stronger? ,"
After listening to Elder Jing's words, the old man fell into deep thought and said no more.
"Lao Feng, Ah Feng graduated from high school, enrolled in college, and then entered the military on his own. During this period, I never interfered once. He was doing everything by himself. Yes, he suffered a lot. , I was stabbed with a knife by my companions, had my shoes worn by my superiors, and even ended up being thrown across a river and demolished a bridge, and was kicked out of the military..."
Jing Lao's face has darkened, his smile has completely disappeared, and his tone has become cold: "However, as long as the other person does not die, everything will be taken back sooner or later. Lao Feng, our relationship is not normal. I will tell you the truth." After all, I came to the capital this time to seek justice for my grandson,"
When the old man heard what Old Jing said, the hand holding the chess piece shook: "Old Jing, you... why are you doing this?"
"Why bother, hum..." Mr. Jing snorted, but before his eyes, Xiao Feng returned to Taohua Hutong for the first time in four years...
Xiao Feng knelt and entered the main room, but Mr. Jing didn't say anything. Seeing the scars all over Xiao Feng's body, Mr. Jing also said nothing, but his heart was trembling... At that time, he had an idea that he must save his grandson. ,Justice.
Because the situation in the capital has been turbulent, Mr. Jing has been suppressing it until today. Now, taking advantage of the incident of 'Zhuge Xin', he accompanied Xiao Feng to the capital, preparing to seek justice for him.
This time, Mr. Jing wanted to see who would dare to bully his grandson again as long as he was around. As he said, as long as people don't die, old debts will be settled sooner or later. It is only natural.
"Old Jing, we are all old..." The old man sighed and shook his head.
Mr. Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the old man: "So what if I'm old? They can use Zhuge Xin as a gun. I don't have a problem with it, but my grandson can't."
"Old Jing, if Xiao Feng and Zhuge Xin get into trouble, there will be too many interests involved. In the past two years, Zhuge Xin has gradually become more powerful and more and more difficult to control, just like..."
"Just like Xiao Feng two years ago, right?" Mr. Jing said unceremoniously.
"Alas..." the old man sighed.
"Lao Feng, I can agree to reduce the fight between the two to a minimum and participate in this bet. However, if I notice something fishy afterwards, don't blame me for ignoring our long-term friendship," Mr. Jing said coldly.
"With you and Nangong Ji here, who can play tricks? However, no matter which of them wins, they will have to participate in a top-secret mission in the end."
"The task, huh, I'm not interested. As long as it proves that the grandson I trained is better than anyone else, and by the way, I'm helping him recover old debts and get justice, then that's fine," Mr. Jing said in a non-negotiable tone.
Originally, Mr. Jing wanted Xiao Feng to seek justice on his own, but no one knew Xiao Feng better than him. When it came to justice, he was quite sure. It was difficult for him to fight against certain circles, and he Nor can I do it.
Since Xiao Feng didn't have the strength and didn't want to do it, Elder Jing did it for him. Damn it, Jing Moxian's grandson would never eat such a thing.
"Old Jing, we are already so old, so let's not argue with each other. Since you have agreed to reduce the scope to the smallest level, why worry about other things? Although you forced Xiao Feng out of the military and even went to Poker, but that’s still a mission, right?”
"Shit, don't think I don't know anything," Mr. Jing said uncomfortably: "Lao Feng, why didn't you let your grandson go to poker and escape death, and go through fire and water?"
"Well, my grandson has not entered the military..." The old man smiled bitterly: "If the country needs it, I will definitely have no problem,"
"Come on, those old guys above just want to control Poker. I guess the civil strife in Poker is caused by them. Ah Feng entered Poker and rose to power step by step. How many people did he bring in? Now That group of people have become the mainstay of poker and have the right to speak, so..." Mr. Jing said sarcastically.
Lao Feng smiled even harder, knowing that he couldn't hide it from this old friend. There was no other way. Who would let the country need it? The country's interests are more important than anything else.
"Lao Feng, please stop telling me that nonsense about 'national interests outweighing everything else'. Once the fight between A Feng and Zhuge Xin is over, I will help him seek justice and settle the old debt, and then we will get out of the capital. No, I’m here to play with you,”
"Old Jing, Old Jing, alas..." The old man sighed, not knowing how to persuade Old Jing. After all, the things that happened back then were handled unfairly by those in power in certain departments.
"You invite some old guys over tomorrow. I have to collect the debt of gratitude. My grandson is going to hang out in the capital. If they don't protect me, it will be in vain that my old man saved their lives." Mr. Jing said in a deep voice. He had already made up his mind. The idea was to set off a storm in the capital.
