Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

When the little boss heard someone calling, he subconsciously groaned, and suddenly realized that something was wrong, his busy movements froze, and the steamer slammed to the ground.

Staring blankly into the crowd, he finally found that familiar yet unfamiliar figure, "My lord!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole person rushed towards Zhang Liang, crying loudly: "Ruoli misses you so much—"

Then everyone looked over together, Zhang Liang was quite embarrassed, he patted him twice, and said: "Why are you still the same?"

Ruoli sobbed aggrievedly, telling the customer that the business was over, and at the same time leading Zhang Liang into the shop.

And the strong man standing by the side all the time is naturally Wei Zhong.

Back then, Wei Zhong led the Han army to fight against the Qin Dynasty, but was defeated unexpectedly, and hundreds of thousands of heroic souls were buried in the snow-capped mountains.

If he got the news, he didn't believe in evil, and stole the good horse from the Zhang family's stable and drove there.In the col where corpses are everywhere, one side is picking up snow and the other side is picking up blood.

Fortunately, he was lucky, Wei Zhong still breathed a sigh of relief, although his right arm was gone, but the wound was frozen by ice and snow, resulting in no excessive blood loss.

At first, Wei Zhong was better off than dead.He is a soldier, so he will naturally die on the battlefield, how can he become a cripple and live for the rest of his life?

But when he recovered from his injuries and prepared to meet Han Wangan, South Korea was gone.

Heartbroken.

Ruoli persuaded him that it is better to find a place that no one knows, and the two of them live a simple life together.He didn't want to blame himself for the crime of destroying the country, so he wanted to kill himself with a knife.

If you leave to stop him, you accidentally hurt yourself.

"He is a bear with great strength. The big knife wiped my neck all at once, and the blood flew out."

Zhang Liang looked closely at his neck, and there was indeed a scar, "What happened next?"

"Later he took me to see a doctor, luckily I was lucky, otherwise, let him regret it for the rest of his life!" Ruoli said and gave Wei Zhong a gouged look.

Wei Zhong bowed his head in embarrassment.

Seeing that they were still in love, Zhang Liang felt relieved, "Then, he never committed suicide again, and you two will live the lives of ordinary people together, right?"

Ruoli's eyes suddenly became deep, and he sighed sadly: "Life is harder than death. Since you still have a breath, you can't admit defeat. If you lose, you will die. If you die, you will be gone."

It was impossible for Ruoli to say these words before, probably because he lived for decades and realized some truths, "You are much more mature than before."

"I'm an old man, can I still be immature?" Ruoli laughed as he spoke, "I've been an ordinary person all my life, no more famous than a young master. Township. He can afford it and let it go, as expected of someone Ruoli has admired all his life."

Zhang Liangwu drank tea by himself, and said: "You are absolutely unchanged in flattery."

"It's not flattering." Ruoli stopped the action of sharing the tea, and said, "If it wasn't for the young master, I really would have lost my life."

Zhang Liang was taken aback, "Why?"

"It is you who taught Ruoli, don't believe in fate. If you believe in fate, you will not go to Cangshan to learn swords. If you believe in fate, you will not fall in love with Jiu Gongzi. If you believe in fate, you will not assist the current emperor. The same... ...If Ruo Li believed in his life, he would not find that idiot and try his best to keep him alive. People live for a reason, and this reason was taught to me by the young master."

Zhang Liang never shared this truth with him, but he figured it out by himself according to Zhang Liang's attitude towards making a living.

Fate is the word, believe it or not, the measure of the beginning and the end is not the heart.

Ximen Yan used to be a person who believed in fate, so he bore a deep blood feud and pretended to be strangers with Zhang Liang, fearing that his life would drag him down.Even after he retreated completely, he found that the person he cherished the most had long since left him and never looked back.The only fortunate thing is that he still has a sigh of relief and can stay together every day. For a person like him, it can be regarded as a good end.

Han Fei never believed in fate.So he traveled thousands of miles to Sanghai to study, and after returning to China, he became acquainted with Zhang Liang.Fate has never been kind to him, and he has never bowed his head.But his strength was still weak after all, and he died before he started his business halfway.His body returned to the loess, but his soul thought has been passed down for generations. For a person like him, he also had a good end.

Believe it or not.Surviving in troubled times, there is no right or wrong between the two.

Just believe in fate, but don't be afraid of fate.People who are more afraid of fate are more likely to lose.

Ruo Li talked to Zhang Liang for a long time, and when the sun went down and the lights were turned on in every house, Zhang Liang left with his bamboo hat.

Wei Zhong was worried about his safety, so he went out to see him off, and walked to the dark street, the lamp in his hand was as faint as a firefly.

The person who had been holding back for a whole day finally opened his mouth:

"Mr. Zhang, are you still alone?"

The question was so deep that it made a hole in the wet ground.

Zhang Liang stopped walking, raised his eyes to look at him, his smile was light, but his eyes were deep,

"I've never been alone."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and left, the moon-white robe was blown up by the evening wind, looking graceful.

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The weather was good that day, half the sky was red with the morning glow, like a shy young girl, it looked very good.But the morning glow does not go out, the sunset glow travels thousands of miles, the sunny day will probably be today, after a while, the Dragon King will definitely have a heavy rain.

In the early morning, there were no people crossing the river, and the water surface was wide, quiet and indifferent.A strong wind blew up from the top of Muliang Mountain, and the pear petals that overflowed the branches were blown away, and they fell like white snow.

Zhang Liang rested on the bow of the boat, waiting for the merchants who wanted to cross the river to do business.He was old, and he fell asleep easily, but someone finally woke him up after meeting Duke Zhou face to face.

"Boater, cross the river."

The familiar, slow and gentle voice penetrated into the eardrums, Zhang Liang was startled, rubbed his eyes, and looked up.

No sleepiness!

I saw a young man in purple robe standing on the shore, with his hands behind his back, with the same headband tied in his hair.The poetic eyebrows, the picturesque eyes, the corners of the lips are slightly raised, and the jade trees are facing the wind.

It's still the same.

Zhang Liang's eyes trembled, and he looked into those smiling fox eyes. After a long time, the astonishment gradually faded away, and he also smiled, "Are you here?"

The young man took a step forward and said softly: "I'm here, I'm afraid you won't recognize me."

Zhang Liang crossed his chest comfortably, raised his eyebrows like him, "Why does it sound a bit jealous?" After a pause, he asked, "Where are you going?"

The young man stepped into the boat, took a sip of the pear blossom wine on the table, lay down on the mat, propped his head on his fists, and lazily said: "Wherever you go, I will go."

He didn't say anything else, and he didn't ask "How have you been all these years", just this sentence "I'll go wherever you go", clearly shows his longing for so long.

Zhang Liang's smile grew stronger, he untied the boat rope, held the bamboo pole, and sailed the boat away from the berth.

There was a ripple at the stern of the boat, slowly rippling on the river.When the east wind blows, the pear blossoms on the top of the mountain swirl, drifting to the water surface with the wind, like the tears of a beautiful woman.The morning glow hides the rising sun, adding a touch of color to the clear and clean picture of mountains and rivers.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, infinitely beautiful.

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The thin boatman on the canal was dead, and the boat sank in the river.

In the early morning of that day, someone saw him laughing and talking to a mass of air in a daze, as if he had met someone who had been waiting for a long time, his brows and eyes were joyful, and he was lighter than ever.

Then he punted off alone, and soon sank in the middle of the river.

Later, people saw another strong old man jumping into the river, desperately trying to catch the boatman up, hugging the cold body, crying loudly.

People advised him to mourn, to mourn, it's not good to break his eyes from crying.

He was crying and crying, and he was out of breath.

Later, the old man's wife and children came, took away the two corpses, buried the old man under the red maple tree on the west hill, and buried the boatman in the pear blossom forest on the east hill, next to the other tomb.

The strong old man loves maple trees. It is said that when he was young, he made love to his beloved under a maple tree.When the autumn wind blows, the maple leaves are like a glowing sunset, which is better than the shy and beautiful appearance of a woman.During the burial, a red peace talisman slipped out of the old man's skirt, and the stitching was rotten, showing the age.People think that should be his token of love.

As for the pear blossom forest, I heard that two people were actually buried there.

One loves wine, the other loves pear blossoms.

Now it is late spring and the season of pear blossoms.On the top of Muliang Mountain, amidst the rustling of petals falling to the ground, someone was vaguely heard talking.

One person's voice was deep but gentle: "Pear blossoms, leave the flowers. Pear blossoms are piled up on the branches, and it's time to say goodbye."

The other voice was more slender, he smiled lightly, and said:

"Brother Han is lying."

I have you in my heart, and you have me in your heart, how can we separate?

Zhang Liang never told anyone about Mu Liangshan's name.People also call it Wuming Mountain, and later generations named it "Zhang Shishan" because Zhang Liang lived here for a long time in his later years.

There is a sea of ​​pear blossoms on the top of Zhangshi Mountain. When spring comes to bloom, it always makes people think that it is snowing.Sometimes it drifts to the canal below the mountain and is seen by passers-by blowing on the deck, so they pack it up and put it in their purse as a thought.

Some characters have been eulogized for thousands of years, but some stories are only known to those involved.

The story was turned page by page by the storyteller and recounted sentence by sentence. Those who believed were naturally moved, while those who did not were always indifferent.

No matter whether the country is beautiful or the mountains and rivers are broken, they finally answered that sentence——

Right and wrong through the ages, fishermen and woodcutters talk overnight.

Don't judge it as right or wrong.If you read this story, the people are real and the feelings are real.

If you have the true feelings and true meaning, what else do you care about?

The author has something to say:

"Mu Liangqing" is finally over.

From the age of five to 64, the stories spanning nearly 26 years are all in these [-] words.

There are a lot of emotional scenes in this article, but not all of them.After all, Zhang Liang is the unparalleled sage-seeker throughout the ages, the unparalleled son who strategizes, and he has the common people in his heart.If there is only emotion, it will inevitably desecrate him.

However, I am just a narrow-minded person who doesn't know how to plan.Only when writing sadistic scenes goes smoothly, but when it comes to siege strategies or court battles, it takes a long time to get stuck. Sometimes I think of a way that I think is good, and then I crack it in a flash of my mind when I sleep at night, and I suddenly feel low. Heart, got up again to change.

So many times it is really difficult to move an inch. Even if I think the design is good, the effect presented may not pass the test.If you really answered that sentence, the tears that Calvin shed during the time were really the water in his head when he opened the hole.But the hole has already been opened, so I have to fill it in by myself.So I revised and pondered over and over again until I passed my level, and then I presented it for everyone to see.I think, the story in my heart, the precious child I have raised for so long, should meet you in its most beautiful appearance.

Naturally, there are still many deficiencies. Every time I hear negative voices, the idea of ​​persevering will inevitably be affected.But I was moved by the words of a little cutie who left comments at the end of each chapter to support me. I like the characters in the story as much as I do.At this time, I was really emotional.

When it comes to Zhang Liang, everyone knows a sentence: Jiang Ziya, 800 years old in Xing Zhou, Zhang Zifang, 400 years old in Wang Han.When people talk about him, it's how he strategizes and how he thinks like a god.However, people are not born sages, how did he start to care about the common people?How to transform from a descendant of Xiangguo to a well-trained emperor teacher?

During this period, someone must make him comprehend, and someone must make him feel heartbroken, and then grow up in pain.

And this person is not alone.Zhang Kaidi, Ximen Yan, Han Fei, Yan Lu, Xun Kuang, Liu Bang, he is very lucky to meet noble people in every stage of his life.And these noble people are equally lucky to meet the poetic and beautiful Zhang Zifang in their short life.Of course, Han Fei stood out among this group of people.

This story was created by myself after reading "Nine Songs of Heaven" and "The Legend of Heroes of the Qin and Han Dynasties". Historically, the ages of Han Fei and Zhang Liang are far apart, so it may be impossible to have such a relationship.I just used what I believed in, in my story, to bring them together.

In "Tianxing Nine Songs", they still look high-spirited, but we who know the history, know their bitterness after knowing them, and understand the helplessness under the torrent of history. In "The Legend of the Heroes of the Qin and Han Dynasties", Zhang Liang has matured and began to plot rebellion.But between the two, the existence that made Zhang Liang reborn from the cocoon was not explained.The purpose of my article is probably to describe this "existence".

The little fox becomes an old fox, the alienated people respect him, and the caring people love him dearly.

It is true that he is alone because he is talented, but it is also because the people who accompanied him are leaving one after another, so he can only choose to be alone.

From the beginning to the end, there is only one person who witnessed all this - Ximen Yan.

He is a man of few words, not good at expression, and doesn't like to explain.The body always makes a decision first, and if people understand it, they will understand it, and if they don't understand it, they will fall down.He never said a word to people who didn't care, except Zhang Liang.

There is a sentence in the article: Han Fei is the only one who admires Liangqing in this life.

And readers who have read the full text also understand that although I didn't say that sentence, it is true: Ximen hates this life, and only admires Liangqing.

Even with no results.

Because whether it is a little fox or an old fox, he is worthy of this admiration.

Finally, I sincerely thank the readers who accompanied me all the way, thank you Jushuang, thank you Xiaojileg, thank you Wuwu, thank you Qianyi Liangsheng, thank you Mo Nianqingyin, thank you Qing Geer, thank you Jinhuan... Thank you everyone Those who support you, although there are not many readers and few people who read it, Lao Mu is still wandering in the [-]th line of writers, but it is because of you that I have the courage to finish writing this story.I will continue to write articles, because with you, I am not alone on the road.

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In the end, I really thank all the readers who can see here. If it weren't for you, I might really not have the courage to finish this story.Although I am writing, this story is also supported by the achievements of everyone, thank you very much!