Zhui Xu

Chapter 253

The clouds are blossoming, bringing a touch of coolness to the city of Hangzhou above the earth. Outside, the whistling and the sound of firecrackers and gongs and drums, Xiaoxiao holding the barrel and running into the shade, will wash The clothes hang on the ropes that lie across the courtyard. 3 ∴ 堂 堂 less nv is the most fresh and lively age, even wearing a patched gray skirt, the occasional light dance skirt in the breeze can still line up a slim and graceful figure. As she dried her clothes, she smiled and talked to the young man sitting under the eaves and reading a book.

That is her aunt, of course, she is now her man.

"It’s so lively... my grandfather, you said that he can pick the martial arts master today."

What she said is naturally the "Greenwood Conference" that has been raging in the city these days. It is said that many strangers have shown their skills at the conference these days. Several martial arts high-ranking generals in the city, together with the Shenggong Fangla, participated in the viewing. Nowadays, these things are relished daily, talking about the amazing learning of someone’s performance, even more than ever. The battle of the talented poetry is more interesting.

Of course, it is not necessary to say poetry and literary meetings in the city these days. Many cultural organizations have already had movements in these days. There are also a few good poems circulating, and there are also some shortcomings. There is a literati who has not been picked up before, and naturally hopes to get a part-time job before the official establishment of the new dynasty.

These poetry conferences, the gentleman's college's husband also participated, and the status is not low, but Ning Yi naturally does not go - the hegemony camp party does not restrict this. However, Ning Yi was famous in the Hangzhou literary world before. Secondly, he is now in Wenli College with complex identity. No one dares to provoke him, but he has no official identity. Even if everyone talks, they only talk inside the college, so his name has not been transmitted. To take a step back, even if someone asks, he can't mix these boring things at this time—his poetry is false and can avoid it.

At this time, I heard Xiaoxuan talking about the event. Ning Yi slightly raised his eyebrows: "It is the martial arts deputy ally, not a martial arts master... but even the man who called the **** hand slaughter, I have not asked for the past, what is it? At the Wulin Conference, a group of farmers are entertaining themselves..."

Ning Yi was joking on weekdays, and the tone was always half-boring and half-banded with ridicule. Xiao Yan listened and laughed. He climbed the clothes on the rope and said: "You will go to the aunt, A Chang brother is not saying that you can go." (")"

Ning Yi smiled with a book: "But he also said that it was a crop-style party. The device: no ads, full text, more A Chang A, the martial arts low hand is too lazy to go, I went not to lose identity? Is there a way to ask me to be a ally?"

"Oh, but I heard that someone would spurt fire at the medical center..." Xiao Yan said, quite sorry, "There are people who can even turn over 100 fights..."

For her concept of juvenile jugglers as a martial arts master, Ning Yi does not comment, of course, less nv is not a fool, this time just a little bit of fun. After drying the clothes, she put the tub back into the room, sat down next to Ning Yi, and took the fan fan up. Ning Yi read the book, she followed it, and occasionally chatted with Ning Yi one or two sentences. After a while, the voice was lowered: "Grandpa, I heard them say, what do you say about the money father in the academy?"

Since I went to see Qian Xiwen, the environment around Ning Yi has actually been a lot looser - perhaps not starting with the old money, but the person who spoke to the young man on the roof that day. I have sent more clothes and various daily necessities, so the world of today’s two people has basically become smoother. However, what Ning Yi said about Qian Xiwen in the classroom has caused repercussions in the academy. Nowadays, Ning Yi is mostly suicidal, and Xiao Xiao naturally knows it. At this time, he asks. Of course, she also knows that the emotions of her grandfather were actually affected on that day.

Ning Yi looked at him. After he nodded, he whispered while flipping the book: "It's okay. You know that what we do in Huzhou is not small, some people want to protect your grandfather, not the head chōu, just think your grandfather Useful - very useful. That Liu Dazhao... is a madman with a sword going from a slant. Too conservative is not enough. It’s not good to be handsome alone... It’s just a matter of doing something out of the way, people can see me. The latest chapter of the church, and I really want to help the money to do something, do not want him and his family's bones to be buried in the luàn funeral post, can not come out later..."

Xiao Yan nodded. In fact, although she seems to be cheerful in recent times, she was actually sensitive to nòng and always worried about it. Therefore, Ning Yi does not evade anything that can be said, always talk to her and talk about it. Speaking of the old man, less nv fanned the fan slightly silent, after a while, look at Ning Yi, Fang said: "The aunt told the children that this is, I want to...I really want to teach them?"

"Why not?" Ning Yi smiled and looked at her.

"But... they are after all, after all..."

"Oh, you think...I am standing on the side of the court?"

I didn't think about these things before. At this time, I was asked, Xiao Yan was shocked. In her heart, she still regarded the Fangla army as a luàn army. After thinking for a while, she stuttered: "But, but... Father is not...not..."

"I respect Qian Xiwen, because the old man has his own way, and he is very great in carrying out, and there is not much relationship with him. If I stand on the side of the court, do you want to talk to those who know only corruption? The martial-stricken military officers stand together? Those who are bullies and hooligans make me feel that there are no yào-saving people. I want them to be clean on the side. I don’t stand on either side. The old kind of person will make me feel that I should live. The rest of the people, except you and your family, are dead, and I don’t care."

Ning Yi smiled and said: "Since I am a teacher here, I will do my teacher's duty and teach them good things, because they are only students. If they learn, I will be very happy. The world has changed. It’s more interesting. Xiao Yan, it’s like those who were in the office when we fled, let them occupy a position in my mind, I think it’s a làng fee, they are jealous, seeing that they can step on death and trample on If you can't, you can't see it anyway, it's everywhere."

He shrugged: "I don't hate them anyway, I don't like them."

After saying this, I feel that I am a bit cold, just look at Xiaoyan and find that the other person is nodding his chin. In fact, Xiao Yan’s thoughts are similar. She is a little bit of a shackle. The world of life is nothing more than the sister of the small yard and the sister in the small yard, Miss Aunt, and perhaps the children she gave birth to her aunt, the things outside the yard. It doesn't make much sense to her. Of course, she is not as open-minded as her grandfather. For those bad officials who have sold their grandfather, she is still revengeful, and she feels that they are dead.

In the afternoon of autumn, the atmosphere seemed to be a little leisurely in such a chat, and the climate turned cold and the wind was light. In such a day, with the joy of the outside world, the various wars that took place around Hangzhou seem to have become a bit far away. Although there are occasional wounded soldiers, if you stay in the college, you will only talk about the lectures every day, watch a group of Confucian students drink tea, whisper about some academic issues that are short of the parents, or discuss some recent The lively events in Hangzhou are really like the peace and prosperity of singing and dancing.

Ning Yi knows that he still has a pass, no matter how leisurely he is now, there will always be people coming over to make arrangements for him. People are just like this under the dwarf. But this level, then came a bit awkward, and it was actually a bit strange.

It was the morning of the third day after chatting with Xiao Xiao. When he gave up the class and was ready to pack things and wait for the salary to be taken today, Shan Changfeng Yongli came to find him. God told him some complicatedities. Liu Dawei wanted to see him. he.

Near Wenli College, it is basically the site of Liu Daqi, the tyrants of the tyrants. Ning Yi knew this at this time. Before the tyrants camp in Jiaxing, it seems that he has finally returned. Ning Yi went out of the academy with Yongli, but when he was on the road outside, he saw all kinds of flags flying, most of them were broken or blood-stained. A group of soldiers probably disbanded nearby. At this time, they went home in twos and threes. Drink and drink, pull and pull.

The house where Liu Dazhao is located is on the corner of the street. Maybe it is just arrived in the morning. At this time, it seems to be Lingluàn. Ning Yi entered from the mouth of mén, and the soldiers of a team rushed to run, some placed various items, and some did cleaning. After entering a few mén, Ning Yi was led into a relatively quiet courtyard. Two soldiers with back knives opened the front room for him. The room was filled with a yào smell. After he entered, the room mén was behind. Closed, the four weeks suddenly darkened.

The room in front of me is actually a bit big, like the palace of the emperor on TV - as the temple is still small, it belongs to the kind of budget that rents a small hall - Ning Yi's front two feet are a bit empty, more front The place hangs a gauze, and the window on the side of the gauze opens, and the light shines in, so that Ning Yi can see what is ahead.

It is a big chuáng of a dragon chair, there are armrests on the backrest, no frame above, because it is too big to say chuáng. Through the gauze curtain, you can only see the outline of this chuáng. There are many weird things beside the big chuáng. Tables, books, all kinds of simple, tripods, incense burners~www.wuxiaspot.com~ incense in the incense burner, Probably to slightly dilute the yào taste. On the outline of the big chuáng, leaning against a huge blade, a figure is sitting there in a stable position. Because it is a black shadow, it is very domineering with the giant blade. It is only a little petite, slightly diluting the chill. Breath.

Chuáng paved the side of the incense burner, the other is probably standing in the shadow of the figure, I do not know what to put in.

In the room, three people, just calm down the atmosphere.

At this time, Ning Yi was completely sure, sitting opposite, it was the nv son named Liu Watermelon that he saw when he attacked Taiping Lane that day. Waiting for a long while, the curtain finally has the first voice.

"A certain is Liu Dazhao." Half of the pretense of the literary, half of the pretense of anger, coupled with the rough but still the voice of the nv, became quite weird.

The sound is ugly... I remembered it after a long time, and this is the true first impression that Ning Yi had on the little nv named Liu Watermelon.

Mommy birthday, accompanied by going to ktv, the code is late, I want to be even more punctual and even more...