Great Husband of the Northern Song Dynasty

"come in!"

Zhao Zhongzheng went all the way and saw the flowers and trees around him vigorous.

The courtyard was originally very empty. After Shen An bought the house, he asked people to plant a lot of flowers and trees.

In midsummer, these flowers and trees are lush and beautiful.

There are benches on the right side of the courtyard, and flowers bloom on the side.

Guoguo was sitting on the bench, a pair of short legs swaying slightly, holding his cheeks in both hands, staring at the swing.

Two pieces of wood had been buried on the side, the crossbar was also installed, and the small seat was connected with a rope underneath.

The swing has been completed and Shen An is getting vines.

"Brother, are you all right?"

Guoguo ca n’t wait to play the swing anymore, and Aunt Chen is ready on the sidelines.

Shen An coped with the vines while coping with it: "Don't worry, good food is not too late. Let's wrap the vines and wait until next year ... Guoguo, next year's swing will be surrounded by green leaves and flowers, can you like it?"

Guoguo rejoiced when he heard it: "Like!"

Shen An wrapped the vines well and said with a smile: "Okay."

Guoguo slipped off the bench, and then rushed past, shouting while running: "Brother is amazing!"

The girls in the governor ’s palace did not have an elder brother to make swings, nor did they have any elder brothers willing to play with them.

So Guoguo's words are very straightforward.

Shen An smiled and said: "Don't push too high."

Aunt Chen responded, and Shen An turned around.

"What's the hurry?"

Zhao Zhongzheng looked at the cheering Guoguo and felt that some envious emotions were spreading.

But he is the boss of the family, no brother spoiled himself.

"Brother An Bei, outside you said that you were vilifying Da Song Man, and the emotions were so intense!"

"Da Song Men? How many men are there in Da Song?"

If I heard this news from another person, my feet would be soft.

But Shen An was very excited.

Such Shen An gave Zhao Zhongzhen some headache.

"But those people are going to be angry ..."

"Then anger!"

When he thought of what Qianfu was referring to, Shen An was happy.

Does Brother have a tendency to be abused?

Wang Jiao also heard the news, and Zhao Zhongzhen finally got rid of the situation of being difficult to support.

He said to Wang Xu: "Yuanze, Brother Anbei does not listen!"

Wang Jiao opened the folding fan a few times and then asked, "What did you persuade?"

Zhao Zhongzheng said: "After three days of competition, some students feel that there is no chance of winning. If they lose, those people will think that Brother Anbei deliberately knows that the students can't beat the rural soldiers and come to the competition. This is because Deprecate and discredit readers. "

Wang Jiao closed the folding fan with a smile, and said with a smile: "Those are just idiots. Brother Anbei, the younger brother suggested that the village soldiers should be defeated directly, so that they would not see anyone."

This is Wang Xu's style.

As long as you think you are an opponent, that brother will find a way to kill you, so that you will not be able to turn over in your life, but also step on a few feet.

Zhao Zhongzheng said entangledly: "But after all, there are some loopholes, and the reputation is not good, or ... give those villagers medicine, so that they do their best, but they are unable to catch ... The younger brother thinks this is the best."

Wang Xu looked at Zhao Zhongzhen in surprise, "You are so black?"

He always thought that Zhao Zhongzheng was an innocent teenager, but after hearing this suggestion, he felt ...

We are the same kind!

But Zhao Zhongzheng said innocently: "This is the idea of ​​the family staff, but it has nothing to do with it."

Wang Xu snorted, and then opened the folding fan to fan.

Shen An feels that these two teenagers are black-bellied, and they are incompatible with their loyal and honest nature.

"Brother Anbei, make up your mind."

Wang Jia urged: "Make a decision early, we can find the loopholes early, and then make up one by one ..."

Zhao Zhongzhen also nodded in agreement.

Neither of them optimistic about the students of Guozijian.

No, the entire Bianliang city is not optimistic about the students.

After the villagers entered the city, their performance fell into the eyes of the caring people. They were scattered in the city. The sergeants searched around, but later only found a small part.

These village soldiers are good!

As for the students ... is n’t that the representative of the powerless?

Shen An stood with his hands in hand, watching Guo Guo sitting on the swing, pushed by Aunt Chen, he smiled slightly and said, "One year's tree valley, ten years 'tree, one hundred years' tree man, the Song Dynasty needs a young man with both culture and martial arts. Do not despise the young men of martial arts, so ... Mo Yao underestimated them. "

...

Zhao Zhongzheng returned home, and Zhao Yunrang called him to ask questions.

"He refuses to fake?"

Zhao Zhongzheng said with a bitter face: "Weng Weng, he not only refused to fake, but also said that he would teach the students of Guozijian to be a talented person in both civil and martial arts, but ... Weng Weng, how could there be any civil and martial arts! Shuangquan, but on the battle front, even a scholar who did n’t take the Jinshi in the exam is not as good ... But besides him, there are people from Wenshuang and Shuangquan in Song Dynasty? "

The Song Dynasty is clearly distinguished from each other, no, it is from the martial arts.

Martial arts are martial arts, don't cross the border.

Di Qing just crossed the border, and dared to mix into the Privy Council, and then was killed.

But civil servants don't have this taboo. They can be men or women ... no, they can be literate, they can be literary, and they can be literary.

Therefore, it was only the military officers who led the army to fight, but the regulations and strategies were the wonderful things that the civil servants decided.

To hit here!

Persevere, persistence is hope!

withstand! The reinforcements will arrive soon!

What the danger of shit? No more attack, the old man kills you like a chicken!

Oh, and the emperor.

Before the war, North Korea and China will also send a battle map, so your baby can only fight according to this battle map, and the wrong army will kill you.

Yes, there is the prison guard!

Under such a system, the civil servants are like a fish, and they are full of heart and soul.

Zhao Yunrang sighed for a long while, "There are many people with both culture and martial arts, and there are many."

Zhao Zhongzheng asked curiously: "Where is Weng Weng?"

In Zhao Zhongzheng's impression, the so-called civil and military double all is fake.

Zhao Yunrang said lightly: "There were many during the Han and Tang Dynasties. At that time, the literati could kill the enemy on horseback, and the herdsmen on horseback ..."

Zhao Zhongzheng frowned: "Weng Weng, many people ... Those Zaifu seem to pride themselves on killing enemies, and dismounting herdsmen ..."

The highest goal of the literati is to assist the king to achieve prosperity, but there must be killing.

So Wen Wu Shuang Quan is their ultimate dream.

Even if they know they can't, they will hypnotize, and after hypnosis again and again, they firmly believe that they are both civil and military.

So they began to invite Ying to go to the army to fight, and then confidently began to point fingers.

then……

"Zaifu?"

Zhao Yun let his hand wave, and Aso stopped his thumping back and helped him cover his clothes.

But Zhao Yunrang backhanded his shirt and said indifferently: "This is the grandson of the old man, what are you afraid of!"

The old hooligan didn't even care that his **** **** would affect his image. It was very ridiculous: "Those Jasons are talking nonsense!"

He disdainfully said: "Don't say it is to mount the horse to kill the enemy, they will not even the herdsmen, but just a group of liars."

Zhao Zhongzheng was surprised, but Zhao Yunrang did not think he was instilling negative information to his grandson, but raised his voice instead.

"Dang Chaozai who dares to say that he has both civility and martial arts? Who dares to say that the old man yanked him, such humiliating dogs, even if he wanted to come to the government, he would think that the old man was killing the people."

Zhao Zhongzheng felt a little wrong, "Weng Weng, but ... but ..."

"But fart!"

Zhao Yunrang scolded: "Just want to suppress the warriors, let alone kill the enemy, let them kill the chickens!"

...

"It's your turn to kill the chicken today."

A student stood in the kitchen with a **** tied at his feet.

The cook has recently directed a student to kill the chicken every day, and has long been impatient, so coldly said: "Tear off the feathers on the neck, pinch the neck on the back of the neck, and then cut it with a kitchen knife ... Cut the blood vessel, otherwise the rooster will not die and will toss around ... "

The student said helplessly: "Student won't kill chicken ... I don't know how to get it ..."

The cook will also help at the beginning, but after being warned later, he understands what he should do.

"Some can only say, will not help you, otherwise Guozijian will chase someone out, can you understand?"

The student was stunned, and the cook raised an eyebrow: "The Guozijian, a student who can't kill a chicken, will not want it."

"Why?"

The students were timid and aggrieved.

The cook said proudly, "If you tell the story, you won't even kill the chickens. If your family is sick, you have to cook a chicken soup to make up your body. Who do you want to kill for you? Not killing, the son is not a pensioner, but a gnawing old. What is the son called ... "

The cook scratched his head and suddenly remembered, "That's called retribution! Born to retaliate his son."

The student squatted bitterly and grabbed the **** with one hand.

"Giggle!"

The rooster probably knew that the crisis was coming, so he struggled hard, and flapped his wings on the student's face.

"Help……"

After more than an hour, the student came out.

There were blood marks on his face and his eyes were narrowed. The clothes on the body were crumpled, with blood stains on many places.

His hands had turned red, and the person looked extremely dull.

He was a little absent-minded in the class that day. When the class was about to close, someone suddenly notified that he was allowed to go home that night.

After returning home, the family panicked when he saw his blood, and hurriedly asked for warmth and asked about the situation.

"The baby killed the chicken today ..."

He recalled the whole process of killing chickens, and then gradually calmed down.

The family did not complain after learning the rules of Guozijian, only saying that it was a good thing.

But all sensible parents know that this is a good thing ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Under the guidance of his family, his emotions gradually stabilized.

This is why he is allowed to go home to sleep today.

The next morning, before dawn, he hurried to the Guozijian.

After arriving at Guozijian, Shen An was already there, and Guo Qian and others were also there, but the atmosphere was a little tense.

"You killed the chicken yesterday?"

Shen An asked gently.

The student suddenly felt a sense of pride and raised his head: "Storytelling, yesterday was the chicken the student killed."

Shen An laughed: "Very well, come back to the team."

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Happy fifth day ...

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