The prince is very fierce

Winter Solstice of the 18th year of Xuanhe, Chang'an.

The whole city was covered in silver, and the fine and dense snow fell in Dayefang. The Zhuangyuan Street, which was full of people, was full of people.

It was also a Zhuangyuan Street, but it was not full of talented men and beautiful women decades later. Instead, it was full of swordsmen and swordsmen, and famous women.

Longyin Pavilion was not a place for poetry gatherings, but a place for the entire northwest to become famous. The arena between the five floors had seen countless new heroes stand up and countless old giants fall.

At this time, the Detective Department was still a small government office under the Lieutenant's Mansion, and there was no sign of the black wolf guards who would shock the world in the future.

Liu Yunlin, who had just been transferred to the capital for development because of his relationship with the Guanzhong Liu family, was still a small constable hiding in the street corners and looking around. He had to bow and scrape when he met a more powerful hero.

In the early morning of the winter solstice, outside Yingchun Tower, three handsome young men walked onto the street with the respectful farewell of the old procuress.

Among them, Xu You, who had a pair of peach blossom eyes, rummaged through his crotch and found a white horse running by the street. On the horse sat a white-clothed chivalrous lady with a long sword hanging from her waist. He immediately pretended to be gentle and elegant and composed a poem:

"One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces..."

But this "poem" was really hard to hear. Song Yu, who was wearing a scholar's robe behind him, shook his head helplessly:

"Xu You, this is not called poetry, it's not as good as my brother's."

Song Ji next to him was just in his early twenties, but he already looked mature. He waved his hand gently:

"I have not been good at this since I was a child. Xu You is better than me."

"That's right."

Xu You was full of pride and recited the poem seriously. It was a pity that the white-clothed chivalrous lady on the horse not only did not promise to marry him, but also cursed him as "呸—a lecher".

Xu You, who had just come out of the brothel, was immediately annoyed and pointed:

"Look, these women in the martial arts world are so rude..."

Song Ji looked at the unkempt and unkempt martial artists on the street:

"The martial arts world is like this, lawless, and the use of force to break the law has been repeatedly banned. My father and I have repeatedly advised against it, but there is no response."

Xu You kept his eyes on the white-clothed female knight: "It's better than a scholar. Look at Song Yu, who was so shy when visiting a brothel. He wanted to touch but didn't dare to touch, and wanted to sleep but was afraid of offending the beauty..."

"Xu You, you..."

Song Yu's face flushed immediately, but he could only say in a literary way:

"It's insulting."

Xu You chuckled, and when he found that the white-clothed female knight turned into the bluestone alley in front, he patted his belly: "I didn't drink well last night, let's go..." and ran towards the bluestone alley.

Song Yu was anxious: "Hey! If you don't go back, you will miss the morning reading. The teacher will punish you to copy books again."

Song Ji was a little helpless, but he didn't say anything. He followed Xu You to the Qingshi Alley.

There are many people in the Jianghu, so there are naturally many drinkers in Qingshi Alley. People from all over the world, carrying a variety of weapons, lined up honestly from the wine shop to the entrance of the alley.

The same wine shop, the same strong liquor that burns the throat.

The difference is that Shopkeeper Sun is still a rough man in his forties, with a towel on his shoulders, and his temper is worse than that of the outside Jianghu people:

"Situ, you are so great? I have seen the sword saint. One tael of silver and a pot of wine are unshakable..."

The middle-aged man with the nine-ring knife rolled up his sleeves and started to say nice things:

"You came all the way here, it's not like I won't give you silver, give me two more pots to drink on the way..."

"You can't drink on the way, just one pot, so many people are waiting..."

"Hey! You..."

Noisy and noisy.

The woman in white with a veil hat was a little bored while leading the horse in line, so she stood in front of a painting stall in the alley and admired the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

The painting seller was a scholar with an elegant face and shabby clothes. His robe was washed white, but still very neat.

However, the calligraphy and paintings written by the scholar were not particularly outstanding, not to mention that there were only barbarians wandering around here, and only a few knights from aristocratic families would take a look.

The shabby scholar was quite eloquent, and kept saying good things to the white-clothed chivalrous woman, trying to persuade her to buy a few paintings to hang on the wall as decorations.

Unfortunately, before they could say a few words, three playboys came over and forced their way behind the chivalrous woman, and started to chat with her, calling her "girl, young man".

The white-clothed chivalrous woman was a little annoyed, so she led her horse and left, and the three playboys chased after her, and the business was gone.

The shabby scholar had experienced this many times, and he didn't take it seriously, so he grabbed another chivalrous woman and said good things to her.

The chivalrous lady was very tall, as tall as the scholar, and she had no intention of buying anything. However, there was no playboy to bother her, and the scholar was too annoying. He walked from the entrance of the alley to the front of the tavern, and he was so annoying that she had no choice but to throw a silver ingot. While the scholar was looking for the shopkeeper to exchange for change, she took a painting and left.

"Girl, eh..."

The shabby scholar ran out of the back room of the tavern and saw that there was no one there, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Manager Sun had a rag on his shoulder and laughed when he saw this:

"Hansheng, take the reward money, it's enough for you to live for half a month."

The scholar named Hansheng was immediately dissatisfied when he heard this and waved his hand and said:

"You charge one tael of silver for a pot of wine, which is unshakable. I charge three taels of silver for a painting, which is also fair to everyone. If you give too much, it would be like eating "wasted food", no, no..."

"You owe the meal money from summer to winter, and you are still so stubborn. If you fail the exam again in spring, you can be my clerk. I don't mind your diligence."

"Pooh——"

Han Sheng held the silver coins and looked around in the alley: "Learn literary and martial arts, and repay the emperor's family, that's what the book says. If I become a clerk, wouldn't the ten years of hard study be in vain?"

Shopkeeper Sun saw that he couldn't persuade him, so he stopped talking and continued to mess around in his small tavern.

Han Sheng held a handful of silver coins and ran back to the tavern, waiting at the entrance of the alley.

From the first snow to the first spring, from the white-clothed chivalrous woman beating the dude, to the two of them walking hand in hand through the alley, with a sour little girl following behind.

Finally one day, Han Sheng met the chivalrous woman who gave him more silver again.

The chivalrous woman almost forgot about Han Sheng, but she remembered him when she saw Han Sheng insisted on giving her silver. After that, the chivalrous woman came every day and bought a painting from the painting stall every day.

Han Sheng originally thought that the chivalrous woman liked his paintings, but he understood it after a while.

After that, Han Sheng relied on staying in the wine shop to get a pot of wine every day to hide it, so that the chivalrous woman would not line up.

Time passed slowly, Han Sheng gradually paid off his debts, and stopped studying hard. Occasionally, he would go to the Fairy Bridge for a stroll.

But after the spring examination, Han Sheng still failed. He was a little discouraged by failing the imperial examination every year, but he did not give up. After all, what else could a poor scholar do besides the imperial examination.

But one day, the chivalrous woman suddenly ran over in the middle of the night and knocked on the door of the wine shop. She was injured and said that she was framed and had to leave the capital immediately. She asked him if he wanted to go with her.

Han Sheng hesitated at the time, and the chivalrous woman left by herself.

Han Sheng finally couldn't help it, put all the money he had saved on the wine table, and chased after her.

This chase lasted for many years. He traveled all over Dayue Mountains and Rivers, saw all the beautiful scenery in the world, learned some boxing and kung fu from the chivalrous woman who was already his wife, and gave birth to a daughter.

Han Sheng was born in winter, so he was called ‘Han Sheng’. His daughter was born at night, when the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, so she was called ‘Qing Ye’.

The family of three lived in Shu. Han Sheng was not good at studying, but he was very talented in martial arts. In just two years, he could not beat his wife.

But his wife committed a crime and was wanted by the court. Although she was framed, both of them were wandering around and could not get justice.

Han Sheng, who had learned martial arts, remembered the old saying ‘Learn civil and martial arts and repay the emperor’s family’. He thought that if he could not pass the civil exam, he could always pass the martial arts exam, so he prepared to continue to go to Beijing to take the exam and seek an official position.

At that time, his wife was hiding in a mountain village in Shu. She was not in a good mood after having a daughter. She said a few words to him and advised him not to be crazy and become a running dog of the court.

Han Sheng had read the books of sages since he was a child. He felt that if he had the ability, he would not serve the court. He could not run away to rob houses like the Jianghu people.

Because of this incident, the two quarreled for the first time in their lives, and also for the last time.

In the end, Han Sheng still took the package and followed his wife's instructions to learn some martial arts in several places, and then came to the capital thousands of miles away to prepare for the martial arts examination.

At this time, it was already the first year of Zhaohong. The new emperor came to power and began to purge the bandits in the rivers and lakes, which was also called "Iron Eagle Hunting Deer".

The time for the martial arts examination had not arrived yet, and Han Sheng wanted to find a job in the Detective Department, but unfortunately, before he could find a way, the great purge of the rivers and lakes began.

In that catastrophe, it was difficult to count how many people died, and the old generation was almost extinct. The world's rivers and lakes dared not step on Fenglingdu again, and Chang'an City was left with only talented men and beautiful women, and no heroes, and the people of the rivers and lakes were broken.

Han Sheng was worried about the safety of his wife and daughter, and ran back as fast as he could, but unfortunately, he didn't catch up after all.

When Han Sheng returned to the mountain village where he was hiding, there was only a ruin in front of him. The thatched house built by the two people was burned to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

His wife's body was buried by his friends in the nearby mountains, and his daughter was sent to Wudang by his friends to seek protection from the masters.

As a husband, he did nothing from beginning to end.

Han Sheng knelt on the ruins for three days and three nights, wailing, suffering, apologizing, and regretting...

But his wife was dead. Even if he blamed himself and regretted it, he could no longer see the smile that had reached out to him in the bluestone alley.

Han Sheng paid off the debt of the wine shop with the money his wife used to buy paintings, and taught him good martial arts with his wife's words and deeds. She also gave him a daughter and a home.

But until this time, Han Sheng realized that these things were far more important than the phrase "learning literary and martial arts and repaying the emperor's family."

Han Sheng is a scholar in his bones. "Everything is inferior except reading." Even though he is a rare master in the world, he is unwilling to hit people. He wants to reason with people, seek an official position to benefit the people, and return home in glory wearing an official robe one day.

Han Sheng did nothing wrong. The book said, "Learn literary and martial arts, and repay the emperor's family."

But why didn't the emperor's family want him, and caused his family to be broken up and his wife and children to be separated? ! He became a heartless and ungrateful person?

The book can't be wrong, then only people are wrong, that emperor is wrong!

Under the heavy rain, in front of the ruins.

Han Sheng knelt on the ground, from howling to silence, and from silence to resentment, vowing to burn all the resentment in the world.

Since then, Han Sheng has never been to Shu again, and dared not to look at his wife's grave, nor dared to look at his daughter.

But since then, there has been a name in the world.

Poison scholar Li Han Sheng!

A name that is still ranked first among the "Four Heroes" in the case library, a name that makes the Wolf Guards tremble with fear!

Once you enter the martial arts world, there is no turning back.

Old shopkeeper Sun often said this.

But this sentence does not mean that Han Sheng should not enter the world of martial arts, but that Han Sheng should not look back...

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In the early morning of summer, smoke rose from the village in the deep mountains.

In the woods at the entrance of the village, a big white goose chased a few hens and ran around, and a big yellow dog with a rope around its neck lay shivering under the stone chessboard.

Song Yufu, who was dressed like a village girl in a emerald skirt, had a wine gourd hanging around her waist and sat on a stone bench in a proper manner. She was picking and choosing with a winnowing basket filled with brown rice on her legs.

Opposite the chessboard carved out of a large stone, the white-haired old man, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand, looked at the chessboard in front of him and told a story seriously.

Song Yufu listened absent-mindedly. She looked at the big white goose that was bullying the hens everywhere, and after a fierce roar, she turned her head:

"Grandpa, how is that Hansheng now?"

The old man shook his head: "He is stubborn."

Grandpa always spoke in a mysterious way, and Song Yufu didn't understand, so she didn't ask. Seeing grandpa collecting chess pieces one by one and throwing them into the bamboo chess basket, Song Yufu pursed her lips:

"Why don't you play anymore?"

The old man put the black and white pieces into the chess basket separately, and smiled kindly:

"After a game of chess is finished, it will naturally stop. You have to play a new game."

Song Yufu looked at the game of chess that had been played since she came, and felt a little puzzled. She is good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and can clearly see that grandpa didn't play chess at all. He just put the chess pieces in positions and moved them around. There is no regret in playing Go. How can you move them...

Song Yufu also asked when she first came, but unfortunately grandpa was like an old immortal and said, "Don't ask if you don't understand." She had no choice but to stop asking. Seeing that the game was over, she said:

"Did the black piece win or the white piece win?"

The old man thought carefully:

"The chess piece won."

"..."

Song Yufu pursed her lips. If it weren't for her grandfather's terrible reputation, she would have thought he was mentally ill.

After the old master put away the chess pieces, he picked up another black piece and placed it on Zhongyuan, and said softly:

"Yufu, you said you like that guy called Buling..."

"Xu Buling, I... I don't like him, I lied to grandpa..."

Song Yufu hesitated, turned her back, and continued to bully the big white goose: "Bai Shizi, if you bully the hen again, I will beat you..."

The big white goose quacked twice, with a cold and arrogant look, just like Xu Buling, who deserved a beating.

Song Yufu was angry, picked up a small branch from the side, and was about to go up and beat the prince.

The old man took a sip of tea and shook his head: "Write a letter to that Ling and ask him to come to Yuelu Mountain. You owe me a favor and you have to pay it back."

Song Yufu was stunned, then blushed a little and sat down properly: "Why should I write to him... We are not familiar with each other, and the prince doesn't owe me a favor..."

The old man snorted lightly: "It doesn't matter if you don't write it. Anyway, you will get married when you return to the capital in two years."

"..."

Song Yufu pursed her lips, looking reluctant: "I just owe him a favor. He's a wine gourd, we have to give it back to him..."

"Where is your mother's hairpin?"

"Oh~Grandpa!"

"Hehe..."

Seeing that Grandpa was silent, Song Yufu's face recovered a little, and she lowered her head to continue washing rice. After thinking for a while, she changed the subject and said:

"Grandpa, how come you seem to know everything?"

The old man chuckled: "With many informants, you naturally know a lot."

Song Yufu said "Oh~", then got up and trotted back to the primary school in the village, and buried her head in writing a letter...