son-in-law

Chapter 550 Dragon Heads Up

The bustling New Year's Eve finally passed, and after the beginning of spring, things in the Prime Minister's Mansion were busy again.

Spring, the beginning of a new year, the season for all things to grow, for the people in the prime minister's residence, they need to be busy, and there is still the past year.The disaster relief work is not over yet. For example, today the north and south are still submerged in a blanket of white snow. Everything that should be done has been done. The rest is still up to the free play of officials in various places.

As the snow gradually melts, the data gathered from various places does not make people feel optimistic and happy.But for the rest of the prime minister's house, there is still considerable enthusiasm in making plans and goals for the new year.After all, this is the attitude of doing practical things. The past is over, and it is not enough to indulge in reflection and stop doing things.

The recent period of time has been a relatively complicated and stagnant time for Ning Yi.On the one hand, during the New Years and festivals, getting along with family members, visiting each other with Yao Zunian, Ji Kun, Wenren Buer, and the Wang family, when busy, there are always smiles.He is also familiar with the various plans and prospects in the Prime Minister's Mansion, at least in terms of various digital orders, no one in the Prime Minister's Mansion can compare to him.On the other hand, he was thinking about the next thing in the interval, but he was a little undecided.

Zhang Jue's death was a heavy blow to everyone in the prime minister's residence, but it was only a heavy blow.They could not empathize with Ning Yi's thoughts, and it was impossible for Ning Yi to say that he felt that the Wu Dynasty was about to die, because the logic that made up this result was not enough.In the eyes of everyone, since Zhang Jue is dead, the investment in the Northland will become more critical. In any case, we still have to support the rest of the shelf - this is justified.Including Qin Siyuan, after a brief depression, he resumed his busy business state, and did not let his depression affect him too much.

Ning Yi is also uncertain about the outcome of this matter, and there are still many things that can be done, but for him, it is not this kind of mood that is more troublesome.But as a modern man, he once stood in that position again, with limited tolerance for certain things, certain stupidities.But the crazy and aggressive idea of ​​"I would rather think ahead, don't stop in one thought" has become distant to him again.

There were different forks in front of him, and he couldn't see it clearly.In other words, there has not been an opportunity or motivation to prompt him to make a decision.

In the prime minister's residence, apart from the day-to-day business affairs, the ones that can make everyone more excited are probably the books annotated by Qin Siyuan.The prototype of Neo-Confucianism aroused great interest in Yao Zunian and others, and after the monk Jue Ming returned, he also regarded it as a treasure.For Ning Yi, he can also understand that it is indeed a treasure, but his feelings about this book are different from others.

After all, Ning Yi understood the general path for the development of Neo-Confucianism and many other learnings. Ning Yi had respect for Qin Siyuan who came up with this set of Neo-Confucianism.If possible, Ning Yi hopes that it can survive and develop continuously in the collision of people's thoughts.But Ning Yi has no idea of ​​research, academic research, he is not in the mood. As for the rules and regulations that are extended, Ning Yi himself has been greatly influenced by modern management, and also by many modern liberalism.Ning Yi is willing to protect it, but if you study it and promote it, then you can avoid it.

In his heart, there is a certain difference between the expectations of people and society and the expectations of Neo-Confucianism. This difference may not be much different from Neo-Confucianism. In fact, all philosophies in the world have something in common. Even in later generations , Ning Yi believes that the emergence of a new social philosophy should also be based on the Confucian knowledge of Confucianism and psychology.

Since he is not such an academic researcher, and his three views have been stabilized.In the final analysis, Ning Yi only appreciates this, and admires an old man's wisdom of social reflection and inquiry, but he does not participate in the extended research.

The opportunity appeared in February of this year. When it appeared, Ning Yi could never have imagined that such a piece of news would appear in front of him.

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On February [-], the dragon looked up.

In the capital, the snow gradually melted, and everything began to sprout.In the recent period, the data collected from various places and the death of a large number of people in the disaster area is depressing. It was originally expected that the number of people who starved to death in the best situation was about 8000. Excluding those who died of freezing in various places, it has now exceeded the standard—— Even though the statistics in various places are still vague at this time, this conclusion can still be drawn.Especially on the Jinghu South Road after Lin Chiting's death, there were more than [-] people who could be classified as starved to death on this road alone.

However, if one compares the scale and severity of this famine with reference to data from previous famine years, the entire disaster relief can be said to be an unprecedented success.It's just that this success also makes people feel silent.

Wen Renbuer knew that Ning Yi was not in a good mood recently. He seemed to be thinking about something other than official business, and sometimes he would appear absent-minded.At first, he thought that the other party's depression was because of the disaster relief, but Ning Yi was very indifferent to the fact that the disaster relief results were not satisfactory:
"The ideal result, of course, can only be achieved when everything is in place. After the death of Lord Lin, I realized that this matter could not meet expectations, and... disaster is the first time for me to help. All the estimates, although there are data, most of them are taken for granted... In short, let's try our best."

Ning Yi would throw some depressing numbers into the drawer while saying this, but the indifference and coldness on his face made it seem like he was having other thoughts.That is, on the morning of February [-], when he walked through Ning Yi's study, he saw Ning Yi standing there with his back against the desk, not knowing what he was thinking. Stand like that, with your back to the door, with both hands on the edge of the table.Wen Ren Buer walked in and said, "Liheng, what are you thinking?"

Ning Yi turned to look at him, with the cautiousness of a stranger in his eyes.It's like looking at something... unrealistic.Ning Yi, whose eyes are not friendly, but who knows everyone, has always been calm, witty, and decisive. I have never seen such a look in Ning Yi's eyes.Ning Yi tilted his head and looked at him for a while, stretched out a hand, and nodded at him, and then gradually revealed a smile, grabbed a piece of paper from his hand, and slapped it on the table: "You, look at this."

It was a piece of information sent from the north by the Secret Investigation Division. Wen Renbuer took a look at it. It was a piece of information about the death of Yelu Dashi, the original Liao general, and Wenrenbuer had already read it: "Why? already?"

Ning Yi sat on the chair without saying a word, and Wenren Buer read it again: "I know that Yelu Dashi is also a great man of a generation, but after he left, there are not many people with him after all... This beggar group has risen on the grassland. It's been a while, uh... Is it possible that Liheng wants to support this... Bo Er Zhijin* Temujin will fight with the golden man again? This is an idea..."

Ning Yi looked at him, and after a while, he laughed: "Tigers are a problem... It's enough to raise one tiger... How can this one be raised. Uh, I... I think of some other things, it's fine. , I'll tell you later after thinking about it. This... give it to me first."

Wen Ren Buer gave him the information: "Is it all right?"

"It's okay." Ning Yi replied without any sincerity, Wenren Buer left the room, waited for a while, and heard Ning Yi's voice inside as if whispering: "Fuck... how could such a thing happen? ...it's fake... fuck it, just kidding... it's too messy..."

Wenren Buer rolled his eyes, tilted his head, and walked away in confusion.

In the room, Ning Yi sat upright on a chair, looked at the piece of information, then stood up and placed it on the table in front of him.His expression was a little illusory and funny at first, and it felt like the world was like a bad joke by someone, but gradually, his eyes began to become fierce and serious, and his brows gradually frowned.

Por is only a pound.Temujin!

Genghis Khan...

This is a name that is a hundred times more ferocious than Wanyan Aguda, and it is said to support him... In the past, this name led the Mongolians on the grassland to conquer the east and west, and wiped out the entire Halfway through the Han Chinese, the territory of the huge empire stretched as far as Europe, which left a psychological shadow on the Europeans. Until the [-]th century, the Orientals were called the "yellow peril".And this was not the glory of the Chinese from the very beginning. For that era, the Mongolian invasion of the Song Dynasty was a clear-cut, upright and devastating invasion, even more so than the Japanese invasion of China. Thoroughly, later generations said that Mongolians have been part of the Chinese nation since ancient times, but it was only after they were assimilated by Confucian culture that everyone found a way to put gold on their faces...support...

He stared at the name for a long time - I don't know how long - the expression on his face gradually became quiet and indifferent, he put his hands on his knees, and at a certain moment, his eyes showed like a beast eating people. The bloodthirsty and ferocity that only came in a moment, that look was fleeting in his eyes, he reached out and opened the drawer, took out the stack of papers on the upper layer of the drawer, tore it up, and threw it into the garbage beside it. In the wooden basket.

Those were some of his recent adjustment plans for Zhuji, but...after all, it was too shallow.

Standing up, he tapped his fingers slowly on the table a few times, then took a breath and put the information back in the drawer.When he walked out the door, it was the afternoon sun. When he walked out of the yard, someone greeted him. He smiled and patted the other person on the shoulder, but he didn't stop: "I'll go back first."

When he arrived at the side courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he got on the carriage, and when the curtain was lowered, his contemplative face was hidden in the darkness.

The convoy left the Xiangfu and went all the way.At some point, the convoy stopped abruptly, and on the street, there was a sudden shout of killing, and someone shouted: "Get rid of the demon."

"Kill the devil—"

"where is he--"

Feng gently stroked the curtain, and the confrontation between the assassins and the guards had already begun.Ning Yi pondered this somewhat absurd and somewhat serious fact in the carriage, tapping his fingers on the seat on one side.Until a certain moment, the two hook claws suddenly hooked on the opposite car, and with a bang, the walls and roof of the car were pulled away. He sat there and saw the scene on the road ahead.

Someone shouted: "Watch out for—"

Something shot from the front of his field of vision. Ning Yi looked at the spot of light, without dodging, a crossbow shot slammed into the wall of the car on the side of his head.A big man roared from the front.

It is not the first time that the Jianghu assassination against Ning Yi broke out in the capital. This time, it was also a group of well-known masters in the Jianghu. The fist coaxed, the sound was like a tiger's roar.During this period of time, the evil name of the evil spirit spread throughout the green forest, which made him not dare to look down on him.In front of him, the indifferent scholar had already come up to meet him, punching him straight in the face.

Blood spilled into the sky, with the sound of bone shattering, and the broken six paths of inner force transported to the extreme exploded like thunder, and Pu Tianweng's entire body flew backwards, fell more than ten feet, and kept rolling.During the fight, the calm and indifferent demon had already stepped off the carriage and headed towards Pu Tianweng. Someone came running not far away. It was a 40-something-year-old green forest lady, who was speeding away from cicadas in eight steps. He quickly rushed past the blockade of the guards, and the next moment, the devil raised his left hand slightly to the side.There was a loud bang mixed with flames, and the billowing iron sand rushed straight into her lower abdomen, stopping her in the air, falling, and flying flesh and blood.

The demon head shot, but his footsteps did not stop at all, but a strangely shaped saber was drawn from his right hand.Pu Tianweng got up from the ground and stepped back. He waved a steel knife he picked up on the ground and handed out two knives to the opponent, but the opponent almost kept a step. The knife slashed his wrist, the third knife slashed on his shoulder, and the fourth slashed on his forehead. With a few puff puffs, his chest, lower abdomen, and thighs kept flying out as he retreated. The blood fell to the ground, and in the eye sockets where the blood was flowing freely, he saw the indifferent eyes looking at him condescendingly, the short gun on the left hand was replaced, and the muzzle was facing him, a big circular black hole.

"The disaster is almost over, and you still don't stop..."

There was another bang, and something burst open like a watermelon.

Zhu Biao leaned to the side with a long spear, and was a little surprised: "Although...I know you have two times...why suddenly seem to be so much better?"

"Thinking of some things, I don't have any scruples. Of course people are amazing..."

"Really?" Zhu Biao blinked, "You didn't have any scruples before."

"Anyway, I'm almost invincible in the world, you know it's good, don't spread it..." Ning Yi laughed, and then became a little tired, "I want to hurry... Go home and have a look."

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All the way back home, when the carriage entered the yard, the bloody smell on his body had not disappeared. Ning Yi stood in the backyard and looked at the tables, chairs, houses, trees, and walls in the yard. In the middle, Xiaochan and Ning Xi jumped over. They probably saw the blood stains on his body, and they were a little worried. Just as they were about to check, both she and Ning Xi were hugged by Ning Yi.This continued for a while, Xiaochan thought that Ning Yi was injured: "Xianggong, what's wrong with you, what's wrong... Let me see..." The child was a little unaccustomed to the bloody aura on his father's body, so he kept his head off and said: "Daddy, smelly, smelly..." Ning Yi smiled and put it on his face.

"It's alright." He hugged Xiaochan even tighter and put her head on his shoulder. After a while, he said, "Xiaochan, do you remember the first time we met... that I was The brick was smashed, what did I look like when I first woke up?"

"I can't remember." Xiaochan replied, and then added, "Actually... Xianggong was a little fierce at that time. Uncle... was injured and wanted to go out, and then he murdered me... I was a little scared."

"Haha." Ning Yi patted her, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Just...thinking of something."

Letting go of the doubtful little Chan and the crying son, Ning Yi walked inside. In the bedroom, Tan'er was writing something on the table. Seeing Ning Yi come in with blood stains on his body, he hurriedly greeted him: "Xiang Gong... ..." Before he could finish speaking, he was picked up by Ning Yi, walked inside, and finally pressed down on the bed.Ning Yi lay on top of her and startled her: "Xiang Gong, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you..." She thought that Ning Yi was injured on the back, and she was pulling to see.Ning Yi cupped her face in both hands, stared at her and smiled, "It's alright. Don't move."

"Uh...you...you're hurt..."

Looking at each other, Tan'er was still a little flustered, but gradually became confused.Ning Yi looked at her for a while, then reached out to touch her eyes, nose, and lips, then put his head between her neck and sniffed for a while.

"Xiang Gong, what's wrong..." Tan'er asked softly.

"Something happened." Ning Yi was still lying on his stomach, "I encountered an assassination on the way back, but this is not the main thing..."

"Those guys, for disaster relief... I heard..."

"Neither." Ning Yi was silent for a moment, "Hey, Tan'er, if... just this month, I will marry Yunzhu... and Jin'er, you..."

He hesitated, but Tan'er laughed softly, "You finally made a decision. Everyone is waiting..." This was her pretending to be open-minded, but she had been prepared for a long time. Not too tasty either.

"Also, after this matter is settled, I will take time to visit Luliang Mountain."

Only then did Tan'er frown. After a while, with a complicated expression, she slapped him with a hard hand: "You are not afraid... your body will collapse..."

"Hahaha... that's not the case." Ning Yi laughed for a while and said, "Juan'er, find someone to get me some hot water, I want to wash... There is blood on my body."

Juan'er in the corner heard a timid answer from outside the door: "Oh." Then she ran away.

Ning Yi sat up, and Tan'er, who had taken off her restraints, was able to tidy up her clothes. She looked at Ning Yi suspiciously.She also understands that Ning Yi's character must have encountered something other than the children's personal relationship, and such an abnormality will appear.

Ning Yi thought for a while: "I used to... always reluctant to do long-term things..."

"...Eh?" Tan'er didn't understand.

"That's because I always want to do it to a certain extent and get away." He sighed, "But now it seems that there are some things, there is no way out. After all... such a ridiculous thing..."

"I-I don't understand."

Ning Yi didn't answer any more, grabbed her hand and patted it, then patted her again, and smiled at her. In the smile, it had become warm and genial: "Anyway, you have to accompany me."

Tan'er looked at him: "We... we are husband and wife."

Among the doubtful but somewhat caring eyes, some things have been finalized.At this time, the sun is shining in obliquely from outside the open door, and the air has a slight chill unique to spring...

February, the second day of the first year.

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Qingming.

Li Pin walked up the hillside outside Taiyuan City, looking at the numerous graves in the wild, and the smoke lit when he mourned his relatives.

On the edge of the other woods, a man named Chengzhouhai, wearing a blue robe, knelt down on the grass, and bowed three times in the direction of his choice, in front of those who died in this famine.Accompanying him, only the coldness of spring, no witnesses.

By the pier, Shishi embarked on the journey with the unreturnable big ship.Looking at the distant city, the tidal flat, and the pier, tears welled up in her eyes.In this winter, she felt feelings that she had never had in the past. The people who died, those who...they tried their best to not want them to die, but still died, stayed on this land.

Next will be the spring famine. Small-scale famines will continue. It will continue until the new year's food is finally harvested. During this period, people will die one after another, but after the snow melts and the ice melts, the imperial court continues to The disaster relief porridge has no obstacles on the road.The price of food remained at [-] stone, no longer rising, but it was still three times as high as usual.

She had to go back.

Staying, more is only helpless.

She really wanted to go back and tell some people what she saw.

The wind blew her hair from the boat.

Every year, the wind blows from the spring to the summer, to the autumn, to the winter, again and again, and never stops.It blows away time, the growth rings of old age, the youth toward maturity, the adult toward aging, and then the old people have to leave the seeds of their wisdom, hoping to pass on to the next generation of children.People live, work, and inherit on the earth like this.

This is another new year. In the spring breeze, people feel the song and dance of the new year. In the court, groups of people are in high spirits and plan a long-term plan. The north is still chaotic and non-stop war. Among the beacon smoke, the prosperous sun and the ominous afterglow alternately.

This is the spring of the 12th year of Jinghan in the Wu Dynasty.

Peace in the world.

　The fifth episode of "Feast" is over.

There will be a summary later.

　
(End of this chapter)