Record of ups and downs in troubled times

People from Dongli Mountain.

This painting has been hanging here for a long time.Even Zhou Zheng, who has always been meticulous, couldn't think of when he hung it up.He racked his brains to think about it for a while, finally turned his eyes away, and thought: There are so many wonderful painters in the world, this kid wants to stay in the palace because of an uncle who is good at painting?Just wishful thinking?

Yingguzi probably thought of this as well, so she withdrew her hand in embarrassment.

Only the emperor stared at his index finger that was about to be curled up and retracted, with frightening eyes.Suddenly, he stood up, leaned over to Yingguzi, and asked in a deep voice, "Your uncle, are you from Dongli Mountain?!"

The tone of this question not only startled Ying Guzi, even Zhou Zheng trembled.Only Mu Tang was present, he looked up at the two leisurely, then lowered his head slowly.

"Yes," Yingguzi's eyes widened, and he stuttered a little, "I have a painting he made many years ago, and this is the signature. His paintings are very few in existence, like yours, which is completely printed, you can go to the south. Sell ​​for a lot of money."

With that said, he turned around and began to unpack the package, and took out half a scroll.This scroll was as tall as a person, but it was set on fire by those assassins last night, and only half of it remained.

Everyone watched him slowly unwind the scroll, and they were suddenly a little disappointed: the remaining half was actually the upper half.As for the signature seal, the ashes that had probably been burnt a long time ago were gone.

Liu Pu thought for a moment, then took the half scroll and looked at it carefully.

This is a picture scroll of mountains and rivers, the green hills are like Daisy, and there is an ancient temple in the mountain, and a bell tower is built on the ancient temple. Behind the bell tower, there is a clear blue sky, revealing strands of leisurely and elegant thoughts.The brushstrokes of this painting are so delicate that one can almost hear the sound of bells rippling through the painting.

Different painters paint in different ways.Although the scenes painted in these two paintings are different, according to my fairly good appreciation, the details are similar in detail, so it can be seen that they were indeed painted by the same person.

"Your uncle, who is from Dongli Mountain, has he practiced martial arts?" Liu Pu rolled up the painting and held it in his hand, without any intention of returning it. "Go and invite him here."

"I don't know." Ying thought for a while about his uncle's scrawny body that was much weaker than himself, and wondered why the emperor would ask such a question, "Since he left the imperial capital and went all the way west, I have been there for nearly five years. I haven't seen him for six years. It may be difficult to find him in the palace for a while."

"Of course I want to reward you for coming to him." Liu Pu looked at Mu Tang, who was silent at the side, and said with a smile, "If you ask me to save someone's life, it must be gone. Another way. Why don’t you just take Donglishanren’s deity in exchange for his life. Don’t worry, Mr. Ying, I’m just asking Donglishanren a few questions, and I don’t mean any harm.”

I'm afraid that if he wants to hurt him, he can't move half of his finger, right?

"Okay...well." Ying Guzi also glanced at Mu Tang next to him, and immediately added: "His life needs the South Sea snake slough to hang him. If you are willing to save him and give us a few snake sloughs every year, But if I can't find my uncle, you will suffer."

He has a very gentlemanly air about him, he insists on explaining things clearly, and he is unwilling to take advantage of others.

"No problem." Liu Pu smiled amiably, but his tone was cold, "At worst, I will pay a few snake sloughs, and then cut him with my own hands. What do you think, Mr. Ying?"

At the time when the two were "having a happy discussion", a palace man in Caiyi panickedly showed his head behind the curtain.Zhou Zheng hurriedly went out to check, and came back after a while, with a strange expression on his face, and only whispered a few words to the emperor.The emperor's expression changed slightly, and the aggressiveness just now was slightly weakened, and after a while, he said softly as expected: "Zhu Qi, protect him all the way."

A vague "yes" came from above his head, and he fled away, leaving only an afterimage.

At the same time, the second son of Tan galloped out of the palace gate on his horse, and ran all the way to Tan Mansion.

Because of his relationship with the emperor and his mother, Tan Yangui seldom lives in Tan Mansion.Furthermore, his father, Tan Yun, was not a lively person, and he rarely even had friends who drank, so the Tan mansion had always been extremely quiet, and sometimes it could even be said to be depressed.

Today, however, it is full of idlers on the inner three floors and the outer three floors, and it is very noisy.

Tan Yangui jumped off his horse and rushed through the crowd.He is by no means a person of delicate stature, but he is still pushed forward and backward by the crowd.When he staggered and his clothes were wrinkled and pushed away from the crowd, he felt that his whole body had been trampled by a fierce horse.

"coming!"

"Well, is that the young master of Tan Mansion?"

"Yeah, it's him."

"Looking at it this way, it really doesn't look like the old master of Tan Mansion!"

"Could it be true?"

"I look like it."

"..."

It was obviously whispering, but it was heard in Tan Yangui's ears, but it seemed like someone was yelling loudly into his ears.

Among the courtyard walls of the Tan Mansion, there was a thin woman standing in the street.She is not young, but her appearance shows an inappropriate beauty, that kind of charm in her bones is always easier to retain than the weather marks on her face.This is a beauty, even if there is no trace of makeup on her face at this moment, even if there are no luxurious and complicated patterns on her clothes.

She is Tan Yangui's mother, the only wife of Tan Mansion.

It was also 20 years ago, the famous prostitute in the capital—Jin Mo.

The lady of the Tan Mansion has always lived in a simple way, and the world only knows that she is a lady from a famous family. Today, after listening to the leader Feng Shuxing, I know that Mrs. Tan has an extraordinary background.For ordinary people in the market, there is nothing better than family gossip.

In the courtyard, standing between the soldiers and generals, isn't it Uncle Feng who was brought back by King Xiaoxiang!

This person's appearance is the most unrecognizable, from the left forehead to the right jaw, there is a long dark brown scar on his face, coupled with a fierce face, it is extremely ferocious.Really worthy of his nickname of "Feng Bawang".

There are also good people guessing, maybe it is the "Scar King"?

The flow of people in front of the mansion suddenly parted to the two sides, and Tan Yun, the owner of Tan Mansion, walked in quickly.He glanced at his son who was standing there blankly, and then looked at all the servants, generals, and servants present, deliberately omitting Feng Shuxing, and walked straight to his wife.

"I don't know what is Commander Feng doing when he visits the mansion?" Tan Yun put his arms around Madam's shoulders, and said to Uncle Feng, "If you say you are looking for someone, then you are in the wrong place. Secondly, don't you know the laws of our country? ? Trespassing on other people's houses..."

"Looked for the wrong place?!" Feng Shuxing spat carelessly, scolded with frowning eyebrows: "You are so forgetful, I can't compare with you. Did you see this scar on your face? Isn't it thanks to you? 20 years Now, why did you scold me back then? 'Bitch', right?" He smiled with the corner of his mouth crooked, and then sneered, "How can I pay you back these two words?"

"Presumptuous!" Seeing that Tan Yun did not refute, an old servant of the Tan Mansion couldn't help scolding back for his master.

"Presumptuous? Ho! Grandpa, I'm here today, and I don't have the time to trouble you. Don't worry, return my wife to me, and I won't bother to mention those nonsense." As he said, Feng Shuxing moved towards the woman with intentions. He raised his chin pointedly, and looked at Tan Yangui with a half-smile, "I won't make things difficult for you, after all, you have raised my son for 20 years!"

The spectators were in an uproar, and they all cast questions, sarcasm, or sympathy on the second young master Tan.

"My wife, my son, have nothing to do with you. If you want to rely on King Xiang's support and want to make trouble for no reason, I, Tan Yun, can accompany you. Twenty years ago, I could give you such a knife in the face; After 20 years, we can still do it." Habayashi Nakaro for many years will not be in vain, Tan Yun finally couldn't bear it anymore and issued a warning.

But his words were loud, but Feng Shuxing's ears were full of loopholes.

"It doesn't matter at all? Don't be ashamed of your big words!" Feng Shuxing turned around and said to the crowds of spectators crowded at the gate of the courtyard: "Good guy, Tan Yun, you can tell lies without blinking an eye! Let me recount the situation from the beginning to the end? There are some unsightly things, but I hope you will see my sincerity in respecting my wife and missing my son..."

He came here this time to humiliate Tan Yun and avenge his disfigurement and insults.What good things can come out of his mouth? !

Before he could finish his words, Tan Yun drew the sword from his waist and stabbed him.

At this moment, anyone with a brain would know that going head-to-head with Tan Yun would lead to nothing.Uncle Feng was not stupid, he only parried a move or two, then took advantage of the situation and retreated, surrounded by soldiers with spears and guns.

Two fists are no match for four hands, let alone more than four hands.After more than a dozen moves, the steel head of a spear that passed the long sword parry was about to pierce Tan Yun's waist and abdomen in a moment.

A close call.

A small stone that was probably rolled up from the ground "coincidentally" hit the tip of the eyeless spear, deflecting it by half an inch, leaving only half a bloodstain on Tan Yun's waist.The young general who was holding the spear felt a heat in his hand, and when he let go, a big gap was broken in the tiger's mouth.

At the same time, in the corner, a man in black and a cloak coughed lightly, and raised his hand to wipe away the half-star bright red gushing from the corner of his mouth.

Feng Shuxing's soldiers advance and retreat with certainty, and they must have used some unknown formation.This unnoticed little stone was of great use, it just tore a hole in the formation, Tan Yun immediately took advantage of the victory and pursued, fighting along the hole, he was about to kill Feng Shuxing on the spot.

The point of the sword was only a finger away from Feng Shuxing's throat, Feng Shuxing suddenly raised his arm and exerted force, and raised his hands with full strength.

As usual, no matter who the opponent is, Tan Yun's sword can rarely be challenged by others.Therefore, at the moment Feng Shuxing raised his sword, everyone felt that the old ruffian was dead. Unexpectedly, the next moment, the crowd was dumbfounded: Feng Shuxing's sword was not on the side of Tan Yun's long sword, but was heavy. It hit the phalanx where he held the sword.With a crisp sound, Tan Yun's long sword was released, and before he had time to change his moves, Feng Shuxing kicked him on the lower abdomen, causing him to slide four or five feet backwards and hit the bluestone board in the courtyard.

Tan Yun didn't care about the injury, he put his palms on the ground, trying to stand up again.Unexpectedly, there was a sudden sharp pain in the palm of his hand, and when he looked again, a star of sharp cracked bones turned out where the skin and flesh in the joints were scratched.

He closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

He is very clear about his body, and he also knows that he is doomed to lose today.When Feng Shuxing's sword suddenly lowered its direction just now, he could have seen it clearly, but because of the injury he suffered a few days ago, he just couldn't avoid it.

Sensing the gaze from the corner, he calmly glanced at Zhu Qi who was hiding in the corner.

The injuries on his body were caused by Zhu Qi: A few days ago, he ran into Zhu Qi who was being hunted down by someone, so he helped him. He didn't want the other party to have a large number of people and not weak in martial arts, so the injuries he and Zhu Qi suffered were not counted. light.At this moment, he winks at Zhu Qi who is hiding on the side, but he doesn't mean to ask Zhu Qi to help him teach Feng Shuxing, but rather, he is warning Zhu Qi not to act rashly.

Zhu Qi has a special status and cannot be exposed to others just because he saved himself.Even if it's just a small stone just now, it may be seen through.

Tan Yun relieved the pain in his hand, and when he wanted to stand up on the ground again, a woman stepped forward and stood in front of him.

She looked directly at Feng Shuxing, and said word by word:

"He's right, I'm Jin Mo."