An Feng Bamboo Horse

?Without Xia Anfeng, who is like a sparrow, Bu Zhangbai has been studying quietly these days, and his diet and daily life are also very regular.He didn't tell his aunt what Xia Feng said that day, but kept it in his heart.

Although the Bu family fell, not all those who knew about that battle had passed away.He is not good at insinuating and inquiring about Ding Guohou, who has raised him for many years, but if he arrives in the capital——I heard that many of the imperial guards at the time also went out together in the battle of Tianmai Valley—maybe he can hear something about it in the court. Information, slowly in series to restore the beginning and end of the battle.

Xia Feng would definitely not say that kind of thing for no reason, Bu Zhangbai actually knew better than Xia Anfeng in his heart.

If someone secretly spread rumors and ruined the reputation of the Bu family, even if he was the only one left in the Bu family, Bu Zhangbai would never let him go.

He still remembers his father's pale and expressionless face, always shut up alone in his study in his last years.The calmness on that surface seems to be calmness, but it is actually close to the madness of collapse.

"Zhang'er..." The voice was as soft as a whisper, and the palm touching his cheek was cold, not as cold as a soldier who used to hold a spear and leap horse.

Zhang'er, you are incompetent as a father, and you can't do anything to revive the Bu family; if you succeed in the future, I hope you...

My father only said this once; Bu Zhangbai always wanted to hear what he would say later, but never had the chance to hear it again.

Ding Guohou had visited his father many times before he died, and the two had extremely fierce disputes in the study.Bu Zhangbai came across a scene where the two of them fought directly. The study room was completely destroyed, and the sky was full of dust—Ding Guohou's face was covered in blood, and he didn't know what his father used to attack him.The man who seldom expressed his emotions pressed his father firmly against the corner of the table, his eyes were no less than the deep sorrow and pain of the other party: "I don't want to see you like this."

His father was expressionless, struggling to get away from under him.If they hadn't seen the frightened face of the child passing by the window, they probably would have had to fight to the death.

After that time, Ding Guohou never came to the door again until his father died.

A petal floated in from the window and was falling on the open book.Bu Zhangbai's eyes flickered, and the sound of reading aloud from the school hall came to his ears again.

The husband walked over to him with a book in his hand, tapped the ruler lightly on the table to signal him to concentrate.

He lowered his eyes, picked up his pen, and marked next to the textbook taught by his husband.

The wolf brush in his hand has a round body and a round and healthy tip. It is one of the four treasures of the study specially sent by Xia Anfeng to Chang Le a few days ago.He really likes it, and he takes this pen with him, cleans it carefully every time he uses it up, and puts it in a special pen bag.If he passed the student selection examination this time, Bu Zhangbai thought to himself, he would definitely take it to Beijing and use it in front of Shang Shuxing and the emperor.

It was as if Xia Anfeng was with him.

The sound of more than a dozen teenagers reading books echoed in the lobby of the academy, the small bridge downstairs was gurgling, and the water surface was floating into autumn falling petals. From a distance, the fragrance of books and flowers was quite old-fashioned.

Standing with his hands behind his back, Ding Guohou stood in the private seat on the second floor of the tea house facing the school, staring at the boy in the moon-white gown by the opposite window from afar.The boy's figure was tall and handsome, his side face was shiny, and his downcast serious appearance closely overlapped with the unforgettable figure in his memory.He suddenly couldn't breathe for a moment, and pressed his hands heavily on the window sill.

"I don't know Lord Hou, what's the use of finding this old man?"

An old man with white beard and hair sitting behind him is Ben Shengxuezheng.Following Ding Guohou's gaze, he looked at the young man sitting by the window and suddenly knew something.

Ding Guohou turned around, picked up the Biluochun brewed above the table, and filled Xuezheng's teacup.

"Actually, the purpose of inviting Mr. Xuezheng here to drink tea this time is to satisfy my little curiosity."

There is no one else in the private seat except the two of them.Xuezheng stroked his long beard with his fingers, and asked knowingly: "What would Marquis Dingguo want to ask? This old man will know everything."

"What procedures do you need to go through in the apprenticeship examination to determine the final number of candidates?"

"Usually speaking, it only needs to be outstanding in the examination papers and win the approval of the examiners."

"Then I don't know how many examiners there are in this apprenticeship exam?"

Xuezheng smiled, "Master Hou, you are embarrassing this old man. The examiners are chosen temporarily, and even this old man can't know so many days in advance."

Xia Zun picked up his cup of tea, drank it slowly, and said thoughtfully, "Then I'll ask the question differently. Dare to ask Shangshu Provincial Examination, how many candidates are there in this state?"

Xuezheng cast his eyes out of the window and smiled: "For states and provinces with outstanding test papers, the number of candidates can be appropriately relaxed. There was a precedent for more than a dozen candidates who went to Beijing to take the test in a year. It is difficult to find one person to send for the exam."

He suddenly changed the subject: "That young man in long gown looks a little familiar, is he...?"

"His name is Bu Zhangbai, and he is the son of a family friend of the Marquis. He is smart, has outstanding writing skills, and has the ability to never forget. I believe that with his ability, it will not be a problem to stand out." Xia Zundao, Xuezheng turned his gaze back, and looked He went on to say, "However, in order to prevent the country from losing good talents, I still hope that there will be talented Bole, and I am willing to help."

Xuezheng didn't seem to understand, and just said: "Yes, the waves behind the Yangtze River push forward the waves ahead. In the future, those who will guard this piece of land and society for the emperor must be the talents of the younger generations. Under the command of Lord Hou's deputy, there happens to be a great martial artist Young man, maybe Master Hou will have an impression?"

Ding Guohou said: "Oh? I don't know who it is?"

Xuezheng said a name, and Ding Guohou patted his thigh: "Yes, I have an impression of that young man. His foundation is outstanding, and he can indeed be used by this Marquis."

He drank the tea in the cup and said: "Thank you, Mr. Xuezheng, for taking the time to see you today, and to clear up Xia Zunyi's doubts. Let me go first."

Xuezheng smiled and cupped his hands, tacitly watching Ding Guohou stride out of the private seat.He poured himself a cup of tea and continued to drink a cup slowly.

"Bu Zhangbai...Bu..." He muttered something, suddenly frowned, remembered, and lost his voice, "The Bu family...could it be the son of Marshal Bu—"

He put down his teacup heavily, spilling half of the table with unfinished tea.Laughing loudly: "No wonder... no wonder." I don't know what it is, I muttered for a while, got up, and went straight to the door.

"Hiss, hiss—lightly, hey."

Xia Anfeng was lying on the bed with his upper back bare, grinning and waiting for Chang Le to apply the wound medicine on him.Chang Le held a half-used jar of Boundary Dispelling Blood Stasis Ointment in his hand, and complained: "Second Master, you are always howling, Chang Le dare not change your medicine."

His second master turned his head and stared at him fiercely: "Dare to say that this young man is crying and howling like a ghost, come and try!"

Xia Anfeng's body was bruised and purple, and there were traces of blood everywhere. After applying the wound medicine for several days, he recovered faster than ordinary people.But I don't know if it's because the doctors in the medical center have some ulterior motives. They always feel that the wound medicine applied on it will not only stop the bleeding and heal the wound, but also have a burning and stinging side effect, which makes Xia Anfeng's face distorted every time he changes the medicine. Just change the external application into oral administration.

While coaxing him, Chang Le dipped some ointment on his back with a white cloth to smear the bruises on his back. Xia Anfeng was about to continue yelling, when he suddenly heard his father's voice from the door: "The medicine needs to be applied!" Evenly, use a sufficient amount at a time, so what effect will it have on cats and dogs scratching?"

Chang Le was so frightened that the medicine bottle nearly fell to the ground.Fortunately, Xia Anfeng was quick, stretched his arms, and took the bottle of medicine into his arms.This movement involved the wound, and he twisted his eyebrows ferociously for a while, then turned his head to look at his father in pain and guilt: "...father."

Marquis Dingguo came into the room and said, "Give me the medicine."

"..." Xia Anfeng dared not give it.

In the next stick of incense, Chang Le saw the real howling of ghosts and wolves.

Ding Guohou applied the remaining wound medicine in the bottle to Xia Anfeng's body evenly, and pressed his generous and strong palms on his back to promote blood circulation, massaging and dissipating all the stagnant blood in it.Although Xia Anfeng's head was covered in cold sweat from this massage using internal force, he gradually felt that his limbs and bones were much smoother.

He lay on the bed dying, took a few breaths, and felt that he should confess before his father scolded him, and strive for leniency.

"I didn't go out to cause trouble, it was a few days ago..."

Ding Guohou put down the used medicine jar, and said calmly: "I know, I saved a little baby on the street."

Xia Anfeng didn't know whether he should feel that his father has many eyes and ears, and he can penetrate into every hole, or he should be thankful that he didn't try to lie in front of his father.

"That carriage is really deceiving. I don't know which dude is sitting on it. I almost ran into someone and didn't get out of the car to check and apologize. Father, do you recognize the pattern on it?" Xia Anfeng accused others of being a dude , Forget that I am actually an idle, ignorant master.Ding Guohou took a look at him, endured it, and said: "...I don't know him."

"Impossible, everywhere in this state, where is there a family crest that the supernatural father doesn't recognize? It's not because it's an acquaintance, you want to cover up..." After the endless words, the waiter in Dingguo With a cold eye, Zhiqu swallowed it back.Seeing the wind, Xia Anfeng turned the steering wheel, "——father said he didn't know him, so he must be an outsider."

Ding Guohou got up from his bed and walked a few steps in the room.

Said: "After your injury is recovered, I will let a special martial artist train you, pick up the martial arts again, and study hard. Three months later, I will check and accept your learning results."

Xia Anfeng was taken aback: "Wh...why suddenly..."

Because he was born as a concubine, his father's requirements on him were far less strict than those on his eldest son, Xia Feng, and kept him in the wild, allowing him to grow like weeds.Why are you suddenly serious today?

Ding Guohou said: "You are not young. Next year..."

Xia Anfeng was even more frightened, using both hands and feet, struggling to get up from the bed: "Father, you are not going to marry me, are you? Although I have heard of a few ladies with good looks, after all, I have no chance to get in touch with them in depth. I feel cautious Some……"

"Nonsense, which girl doesn't go out of the door and doesn't go out, can give you a chance to get in touch?"

Rao, who has always been an excellent Marquis of Dingguo, was in a mess in front of his second son, who was full of whimsical thoughts, and made him go around the topic in strange places.

Xia Anfeng closed his mouth and heaved a sigh of relief.

In order to prevent him from thinking wrong again, Ding Guohou explained the purpose of his visit straightforwardly: "You have trained well in martial arts. If Bu Zhangbai has the opportunity to go to Shangshu Province to take the exam next spring, you will go to Beijing with him and report to the Ministry of War."

"what!!!"

The good news came too suddenly. Xia Anfeng was worried about how to persuade his father skillfully, but he didn't expect his father to propose to report to the Ministry of War. If there is a vacancy, he might be able to take up the post immediately and stay in the capital. Be with Bu Zhangbai now!

"Hou Ye's Mansion has raised you for so many years, it's time to contribute a little bit to the emperor."

Xia Anfeng selectively ignored the word meager, and said excitedly, "I know Xiaobai's strength, he will definitely surpass all the students,—" regardless of the pain, he jumped up, "I have to prepare early."

His father actually didn't refute his strong confidence in Bu Zhangbai, and acquiesced to let him start practicing martial arts seriously immediately.

Fifteen days later, the student selection examination held by the State Academy was released, and Bu Zhangbai was indeed ranked first.His answer sheet was posted and attracted many students from the prefecture and provinces to watch and emulate. His prose is elegant, his rhetoric is elegant, his quotations are extensive and profound, and everyone who sees them admires him. ?