Peerless Pirates

"The iron horse is in the autumn wind in the north of Hebei, and the apricot blossoms are in the spring rain in the south. Brother Yan, I wonder which scenery is better in the north or in the south?" Sitting in Room A-8 of the Sihua Inn, Song Zheng asked Wanyan Yusheng with a smile. From the emperor

After returning from the City Secretary's secret room, Song Zheng knocked on the door of Wanyan Yusheng's house. It was already midnight.

In the room, the "Rain Guard" among the four guards stood quietly on the side close to Wanyan Yusheng, with a calm face and a straight eye. However, Song Zheng's simple gestures would attract his attention.

Song Zheng frowned. It seemed that the movements last night had aroused enough vigilance among them. One of the four guards would be following Wanyan Yusheng at all times.

Regarding Song Zheng's question, Wanyan Yusheng smiled and said, "The vast grasslands and vast deserts in the North are like a strong man. Although the lines are rough, they are full of strength and beauty. In the South, the small bridges and flowing water, with flowers blooming all year round, are like a twenty-eight-year-old girl."

, charming and sentimental. The scenery of the north and the south are different, just like the beauty of spring and autumn, each is good at winning."

Song Zheng turned his head and asked with a smile, "Brother Yu, what do you think?"

Yuwei was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth and said nothing.

Wanyan Yusheng was also stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what Song Zheng meant, and said to Yuwei, "You go back to the room first, I will chat with Xiaolang about poetry for a while."

Yuwei hesitated a little, and Wanyan Yusheng's face turned cold, "What? You want me to take you back?"

Yu Wei quickly cupped his hand and retreated. Before going out, he glanced at Song Zheng again, with a warning in his eyes. Song Zheng didn't realize it, and used the tea lid to drive away the tea leaves floating on the tea water.

Take a leisurely sip and feel as if you are savoring the aroma of tea.

After Yu Wei withdrew, Song Zheng continued, "Literati and poets have left many poems about the scenery in the north and south. However, I prefer heroic poems to graceful styles. Brother Yan has a profound knowledge of poetry, but I don't know what to say about it.

What do you think of Frontier Poetry?"

"Border fortress poems?" Wanyan Yusheng calmed down for a moment, "Border fortress poems are naturally famous, such as 'The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, the sun sets over the long river', 'Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom.'

Such wonderful sentences will make people have endless aftertaste.”

"Wang Wei, Cen Shen and others are the best among them. However, I don't agree with the frontier fortress poetry." Song Zheng drank tea leisurely, but his words were astonishing.

"Oh? Why did Xiaolang say this?"

"Border fortresses, frontier fortresses only exist when there are wars. Whether it's the northerners invading the Central Plains from the south, or the southerners expanding their territories northward, there is always blood behind them, and how many people died as a result. One general's achievements lead to tens of thousands of bones. Since ancient times, dog armies,

The Xiongnu and the Uighurs all made moves to go south, and Yan Ran Le Shi

, Luo Tong swept the north, and the southerners also took it as their duty to expel the Tartars and expand their territory. For thousands of years, there was a temporary victory or defeat, but it was difficult to distinguish. So many lives were sacrificed in vain. This is still the case today, and the southerners

People cannot appreciate the grassland scenery, and it is difficult for northerners to see the beautiful scenery of small bridges and flowing water."

"Yes," Wanyan Yusheng was moved, "Northerners look to the south, like fat lambs. Southerners look to the north, like barbarian bandits. After thousands of years of war, the so-called great achievements are actually like dung."

"'The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir's dream.'" The eternal famous line came out slowly. Song Zheng had a sad look on his face, but he kept looking at Wanyan Yusheng from the corner of his eyes.

Wanyan Yusheng also had a look of sadness on his face, and it didn't look like he was faking it. Anyone who is accomplished in poetry is a person with keen senses. After some discussion, Song Zheng also understood Wanyan Yusheng's thoughts.

Song Zheng took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "I heard the Three Kingdoms cry and worry about the ancients. Brother Yan, you and I are all crazy!"

Wanyan Yusheng smiled bitterly, "It's not about appearance, nor is it worrying about the ancients, it's just about worrying about today's people."

"Yes, the world has been at peace for a long time, and the north and the south can live and work in peace and contentment. Now the war is about to start again, and the people are afraid of being killed by war again, but you and I can't do anything about it. It's really a pity!"

Wanyan Yusheng glanced at Song Zheng and saw that Song Zheng was looking at him sincerely, his eyes burning as bright as stars.

Wanyan Yusheng took a breath, stared at Song Zheng and asked, "What do you think of the young man?"

"Hu and Han are one, the North and the South are one family. How can there be distinction between good and bad among people born in heaven and earth?" Song Zheng answered very quickly.

Wanyan Yusheng looked at Song Zheng in surprise, and said after a long while, "The Great Jin Dynasty started from the White Mountains and Black Waters, destroyed the Liao Dynasty in the east, invaded the Song Dynasty in the south, and fought bloody battles with the Qi Dynasty for several years. Now it occupies a secluded land, and the Qi Dynasty wants to take it back.

, everywhere. Doesn’t Xiaolang have such ambitions?”

Song Zheng laughed and stood up immediately, "You know what my ambition is! I just want to take my beautiful family with me and wander among the green mountains and green waters. Whether it is the ice fields in the far north or the ends of the world in the far south, I will always be there.

I just want to travel through the mountains and rivers of China. Brother Yan also said that to open up a territory and expand the territory, you can only travel in the dirt!"

Wanyan Yusheng stared blankly at the tall Song Zheng, and after a long time he replied, "Young man is such a strange person!"

Song Zheng came to the desk, picked up the brush, and began to write from the dragon to the snake, "Man and ape bow to each other. Only a few stones were rubbed, when he was a child. Flames turned in the copper and iron furnace. When did you guess?... Robbery Zhizhuang

After he became famous, King Chen stood up and waved the yellow axe. Before the song was finished, the east was white."

An article titled "Congratulations to the Bridegroom and Reading of History" written by Mao Taizu was quickly displayed in wild cursive handwriting.

When Song Zheng finished the last stroke, Wanyan Yusheng, who was watching on the side, grabbed it, his eyes kept moving along with the words, and he immediately shouted, "Good words! Good words!" Still feeling it was not enough, he shouted again,

"Excellent words! Excellent words!"

Song Zheng took advantage of him to read the words and began to draw with a brush on one side. When Wanyan Yusheng moved his eyes to Song Zheng's pen again, he saw a painting. In the painting, there were three floors integrated up and down.

A round hole appeared in each room and between the floors. This round hole was located under the bed. There was no one on the top bed, but there were several sharp arrows shooting at it from all around. A figure was getting into the hole.

Around this painting, there are scattered portraits. They seem blurry, but the weapons in their hands are very clear.

Song Zheng put his index finger on his mouth, signaling Wanyan Yusheng to silence, and pointed outside the door and everywhere above and below, and then continued, "Brother Yan, what do you think?"

Wanyan Yusheng didn't answer, but looked at the words in his hand and Song Zheng's paintings again, and raised his head. The corners of Song Zheng's mouth were curled up, and the smile in his eyes seemed to be there or not.

After a while, Wanyan Yusheng made a decision and nodded, "Okay! Very good!"

"Brother Yan, if you think this word is decent, I will give it to you! It's just a temporary pen and it's not good. When I write it again, I will burn this useless piece." After saying this, Song Zheng

He took the calligraphy from Wanyan Yusheng's hand, burned it together with the painting on the candle.

After the two pieces of paper turned into ashes, Song Zheng wrote "Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Reading History" again, and wrote the words "This book is a gift to Brother Yan". The newly written words were still fluent, but in cursive, and more regular than before.

Some.

After finishing the business, Song Zheng didn't stay long. He said a few words and left.

As soon as he opened the door, Song Zheng almost bumped into Wanyan Yuse. Wanyan Yuse laughed and said, "You stinky guy, you came to chat with me and didn't call me! You guys finished chatting so quickly?"

Song Zheng smiled and said, "Brother Yan and I will discuss poems and songs. We will come here when we are excited and return home exhausted. Miss Yan shouldn't be interested in this, right?"

Wanyan Yusheng behind him said, "Xiao Lang is already tired from today's competition. Zi Se, it's getting late. You should go back to your room and rest quickly!"

Wanyan Yuse muttered, made a face at Song Zheng, turned around and returned to the room.

Song Zhengchong bowed his hand to Yu Wei, who was also standing at the door, and went downstairs to Room No. 9.

Ming'er, who was waiting in the room, saw Song Zheng come in and stood up quickly, her face full of joy. Song Zheng touched her hair affectionately, Ming'er's face suddenly turned red and she shook twice.

, but did not avoid it.

In a courtyard one mile away from Sihua Inn, Huang Song was sitting in the main hall, his body slightly bent and his face calm. Jiao Da and Mu Yu stood behind him, with their heads lowered and silent.

In front of Huang Song, three people were sitting. Two of them had their faces covered, and were of medium build, but extremely well-proportioned. The other was tall, with a sinister face, and slightly curly short hair. He smelled the tea cup on the coffee table next to him, and Tian

It touched my lips, but I didn't drink it.

"Does Mr. Tuma have any objections to what we have discussed?" Huang Song asked softly.

The sinister-looking man chuckled, "Since we are all working together, we should be honest with each other. These two guys actually have their faces covered. I doubt your sincerity! Don't think of using any tricks later!"

Huang Song said coldly, "Since I have come forward, it is enough to show our sincerity. As for these two masked people, they involve the secrets of our Daqi, so we cannot meet with their true colors."

Tuma grinned again, "You are the son of the prime minister, so you are sincere enough. However, the strategy you just mentioned is not enough."

"Oh," Huang Song said with a smile, "Do you have another clever idea?"

"You are attacking in the east and west, trying to set fire to the stables and divert the people guarding the Sihua Inn. The strategy is naturally good. However, there are now a lot of people from the Imperial City Division there. If you only divert some of them, the rest will not be so good.

It's easy to deal with. There are only six masters on your side, including me, there are also six. With the strength of these twelve people, can you kill that kid easily?

"

One of the masked men asked, "Is it possible that Mr. Tuma is not confident in his own kung fu?"

"Fart!" Tuma was not polite because the other party was a Dragon Guard, "I, Da Jin's son, are one to ten, how can you compare?"

The masked man said coldly, "You have to be careful what you say, don't bring yourself into trouble, otherwise you might end up dead on the streets one day!"

Tuma's eyes suddenly widened and he stood up, and the masked man also stood up. Huang Song hurriedly said, "Mr. Tuma, since both parties are cooperating, you should be more polite in your words. If you are confident that you can do it on your own,

We are optimistic that we will accomplish something big."

Tuma glanced around the field fiercely, sat down in a muffled voice, and said after a while, "It's not enough to burn a stable, it's best to set fire to all the yards around the Sihua Inn. Then call in some Dark Eagle people to cause trouble.

With the twelve of us, we can go straight to the goal!" (It's a little late, haha, let's do the next chapter before ten o'clock in the evening.)