Thirteen people bowed deeply at the door from a distance, and then came over under the leadership of Fang Qiao and Wei Yunqi. Some of them were intimidated by the lynx's furry momentum and were frightened, but they still resisted and walked forward.
forward.
Just walking in front of the sky, Fang Qiao and others didn't know what to say for a while. Wang Junlin smiled slightly and glanced around with lightning eyes. He knew that various forces must have sent many spies to watch nearby, so he took the lead and said loudly
: "Fang Qiao, Wei Yunqi, Li Feng, Zhao Shigang... are the brothers of my king Junlin. I will leave my words here today. Anyone who dares to murder them will have a deadly feud with me. I will not kill him."
endlessly."
Wang Junlin said the names of the thirteen people one by one, making everyone feel valued and making the thirteen people extremely excited. Then Wang Junlin's very flavorful words made their blood boil with excitement.
I am grateful from the bottom of my heart. Because Wang Junlin’s words carry too much weight. Wang Junlin’s reputation is so vicious that even a figure like Yang Su would not dare to attack him easily without guaranteeing a one-hit kill.
Wang Junlin took action because he was worried that Wang Junlin would fight to the death at all costs.
It is foreseeable that after Wang Junlin put these words here today, officials from various wealthy families will squeeze out and bully Fang Qiao and other thirteen officials from poor families, but they will never dare to kill them. Of course, this is not just
Wang Junlin is so intimidating, but it is not worth it to form an undying hatred with Wang Junlin because of a small official from a poor family. In other words, as long as Wang Junlin survives, even if Yang Su and Yu Zhongwen are like Wang Junlin,
People who have made mortal enemies in Junlin will not attack Fang Qiao and others easily.
"Thank you, benefactor! I'll wait..." Fang Qiao, Wei Yunqi and the other thirteen people saluted Wang Junlin again with great gratitude.
But before they could say their words of gratitude, Wang Junlin waved his hand and interrupted: "You're welcome, I have to be on my way, so take care of yourself and work well as an official for His Majesty!"
After saying that, without waiting for these people to say anything or do anything, he rode his blood-maned horse and walked out of the city.
Fang Qiao, Wei Yunqi and others were caught off guard and could only bow deeply again and said loudly: "My benefactor, have a good trip."
Just after leaving the city gate, a guard came forward on horseback. Wang Junlin recognized this person as Changsun Wuji's personal entourage. The man stepped forward and respectfully clasped his fists and said: "Master Marquis, my son and General Pei are already under Shilipu.
Food and drinks.”
Wang Junlin was moved and said: "Excuse me, your master and General Pei."
When Wang Junlin and his party arrived at Shilipu, they set up a pavilion with a banquet inside. Changsun Wuji and Pei Yuanqing were already waiting here.
Those who are in ecstasy can only say goodbye.
In ancient times, transportation was inconvenient, and it was difficult to know the time after seeing each other again. But Wang Junlin, Changsun Wuji and Pei Yuanqing did not take it to heart. They were in their prime, young people with outstanding abilities and great ambitions, and they believed in each other.
We will see each other soon, so there is no melancholy of seeing each other off ten miles away, only joy of wishing Wang Junlin a safe journey.
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The desk in the study room of the Duke of Yue's mansion was already occupied by a piece of cooked propaganda eight feet long and four feet wide. The high-quality propaganda was made with alum wax and lined on the dark and dull lacquered tabletop. The paper surface
The towers, pavilions, flowers, stones and figures in the painting are meticulous sketches, each of which is extremely vivid and lifelike.
Yang Su was dressed in a green sermon uniform, with only a wooden hairpin in his bun. He looked like an ordinary fellow Confucian. If you didn't know his identity, it would be difficult to imagine that he was the most powerful official in the Sui Dynasty, Yang Su, Duke of Yue.
.
Since two grandsons died unexpectedly because of Wang Junlin, and one grandson had his hand cut off by Wang Junlin, his mood has been affected by hatred. In order not to be affected by hatred, he has recently consciously used calligraphy and painting to cultivate and regulate his mood.
At this time, he was standing in front of the table, holding a rabbit brush in his hand, staring at the picture attentively. The charcoal in the study was not burning brightly, but Yang Su's forehead was covered with sweat. The beautiful girl was grinding ink and adding water to the side.
The man's maid held her breath silently, not daring to make the slightest sound while grinding the ink.
It has been more than two months since Yang Su started writing the painting "Picture of Chrysanthemum Wine Forgetting to Return". One draft and two tracings. Although the first month was busy, most of the painting was completed quickly, but
The closer we get to the end, the harder it becomes to calm down, especially every time the name Wang Junlin comes to mind, it is difficult to calm down and continue painting...
Without the need to announce, Zhang Sixong, chief staff officer of the Duke of Yue, walked in lightly and walked directly into Yang Su's study. He first glanced at the maid who was grinding the ink, motioning for the latter to leave, and then reported to Yang Su in a low voice what he had just said.
received news.
Hearing the voice of his trusted staff, Yang Su lowered his head and still looked at the scroll without raising his head, but his body paused for a moment.
After a while, Fang dipped his brush in thick ink and added a few strokes on the scroll. With just a few strokes, another naive drunken man appeared on the paper. Putting down the rabbit hair in his hand, Yang Sucai turned around and said with a smile: "Wang Junlin is on his way today.
, isn’t this something you’ve known for a long time? Let’s not talk about it anymore, Si Zhong, come and see, is there anything else that needs to be changed in this painting?”
Zhang Sixong sighed softly. Maybe Yang Su thought that he hid it well, but he had already seen that the latter's mood was not as calm as he showed at this time.
Two of his direct grandchildren were killed by Wang Junlin. Even Yang Su could bear this deep hatred for three months to the limit. To be honest, after the failure of Mai Tiezhang's attack before, if it were not for the prince and the emperor in the capital,
Existence, he has too many worries, otherwise he would have taken action again regardless of everything.
"Okay, I know everything." Seeing that Zhang Sixong remained silent for a long time, Yang Su sighed and finally said calmly.
Zhang Sixong was very sensible, so he said goodbye and left, because he suddenly realized that Yang Su must have other plans, but he just didn't want him to participate or even know about it.
After Zhang Sixhong left, Yang Su's face was full of ferocity, and his eyes were filled with the flames of hatred: "I will kill you this time."
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The otherworldly valleys, ancient mansions, and deep courtyards all have an indescribable sense of solemnity and mystery in their desolation.
Among thousands of autumn chrysanthemums, a few old houses, pavilions and pavilions, a lonely old man sat alone under the eaves, as if he had been isolated from the world for a long time.
It's not that the world wants to isolate him, but that he wants to isolate the world.
A tall and powerful old man with silvery white hair like him walked through the small courtyard full of fallen leaves with a step that was almost lighter than a civet cat.
The feet stepped on the fallen leaves and made almost no sound at all.
PS: The third update is here, and there is a fourth update————