fluttering night wind

Bai Yan was silent, and after a long while shook his head, he said: "I want peace in the world, which is different from being an emperor. And with such a heart, if you can do this, what can't you do in the future?"

Dong Zhujun sighed in his heart, no wonder Xiaojiu must be you.

Xiao Jiu didn't want to be the emperor because he thought it was troublesome and didn't want to contribute.This person really didn't have that kind of thought.

"General Bai, there is no country that remains unchanged for a thousand years, and there is no building that lasts for a hundred years. Rather than being cheap in the hands of your children and grandchildren, it is better to find another seller. You will not lose money. You lost to Mencius not only because of power. , more because you are less conscious than him of taking the world as your own responsibility."

Bai Yansheng shook his body, and suddenly remembered what his sister said to him in the spring of Chongming 13th year when he left Yanrong for Yongjing: "The king is the son of heaven, and the world is rich. The people cannot live without a master, and the master cannot be without respect." Respect the throne for the sake of the world, not value wealth and honor for the sake of one person."

The light in the room was dim, Dong Zhujun was sitting still on the Hu bed, but seeing the expression on Bai Yansheng's face from shock to struggle and finally calmed down, he said: "Mr. Dong, did Xiao Jiu ask you to persuade me? He thinks If I give up at this time, not only will I not be able to fulfill my sister's wish, but I will be depressed and angry all my life, right?"

Dong Zhujun laughed and burst into tears when he heard the words, he wanted to beat the bed and shouted, "Since you two share the same mind and smell like each other, why don't you hurry up and finish what you should do, join hands in Huajian, lean on the sword outside the sky, then That's the real pleasure.

She couldn't help laughing all of a sudden, making Bai Yansheng confused, but saw two long white hairs shaking from her skirt and falling on the bed.

In the blink of an eye, there was a "buzz" in Bai Yansheng's head.

On the grassland, there was once a man from Kucha who walked with a drum behind his back and watched him from a distance.And just now, this person passed him by the gate of the city.

Bai Yansheng's face turned down sharply, and he stepped out of the courtyard before he could speak to Dong Zhujun.He felt that the corridors in Zhuguo Mansion were too winding, so he flew up to the roof, and went straight to the stable regardless of the weight of his steps.The tiles fell, and the dust flew everywhere, causing the servants to look around.

Bai Yansheng desperately ran out of Shengle City, the sky was already dark at this time, and a little fire could be vaguely seen in the southwest direction on the plain.He didn't care whether it was the Qiuci band from Baisun out of the city or not, he whipped his horse and galloped in that direction.

The torch seems to be close in front of the eyes in the dark night, but it is actually quite far away.It took half the night for the sound of white geese to run.When he got to the campfire by the stream, it turned out to be the Qiuci band from the city during the day.The horse hitch is resting by the stream, the big drum is laid flat on the ground

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He strode forward, took a torch beside him, bowed and raised the curtain of the nearby tent. Under the light of the fire, a man and a woman hugged each other naked, dazzling white flowers.He glanced at it, then lowered the curtain again.

A series of babbled insults erupted from the tent.

He didn't care at all, and beat mandarin ducks one by one until the last tent was checked, at which time most of the orchestra was already boiling.

Someone hastily got up and put on only his shirt, and punched him, Bai Yansheng kicked his feet and let him fall to the ground.He knocked down the fists and kicks that came one after another, and at this moment, everyone formed a circle, all staring at him covetously.An old man with a white beard pushed aside the crowd and came over, and asked him in half-baked Chinese: "This hero, is there anything that offends the people in the lower regiment?"

Bai Yan said: "I'm looking for someone".As he spoke, he described Ziying's face to him.

The old man shook his head and told him that the drummer he was talking about was not a member of his regiment, but joined a gang on the road.After today's Shengle, I dispersed with this person.This man was over forty years old, and he was not the kind of young man he was looking for.

Bai Yansheng was hungry and cold in the night wind, feeling melancholy and disappointed.He forgot that Ziying's disguise technique has always been almost unreal, and if he really doesn't want to see him, the world is so big, where can't he go?

He took out an ingot of gold from his bosom to the old man, and as a way of comforting him, he led the horse away from the campfire and wandered in the wilderness.

Yan Rong said: Brother, the world will be in chaos, there is no paradise outside the world, you have such talent, you shouldn't be buried here.

The old man said: You are a thousand-mile horse in my clan, you should inherit your father's will, teach your younger brothers, and not solve your karma for the decline of the world.

Liu Jieyou said: In the future, the general will hold a heavy army, live in a fortress, and overlook the Cangshan Mountain. There will be one third of the world.

Mencius You said: "Qian Tian Wen She Yuan has no great ambitions, and he is a genius who lifts the sky and reveals the place."

Sun Shuye said: "It's better to strike first. We might as well kill Xie Kun first and occupy Xuzhou City."

Xiao Yu said: "From then on, the two brothers galloped together, and all the nobles rewarded each other, referring to the mountains and rivers together."

He suddenly remembered that only Ziying hadn't said anything to him from the beginning to the end.Nothing was entrusted to him.

Some people just need company, not comfort.

He is just waiting for him at a midpoint, waiting for him to fulfill the ambitions of everyone one by one, fulfill the responsibilities entrusted by the times, and wait until the day when he has no regrets, no depression, no more resentment, the day when all the dusty things in this world are over, The two will go on a new journey hand in hand.

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Besides, Bai Yan's sound flew away from Mr. Dong Zhu's courtyard that night, which alarmed Zhu Guo's servants, someone had already reported it to Xiao Yu and Xiao Rongyue.The two were laughing and playing Shuanglu in the room at that time, Xiao Yu was so startled that even the chessboard was overturned, and she didn't care that she was pretending to be sick, so she walked to Mr. Dong's courtyard.Xiao Rongyue also followed behind him anxiously.

Mr. Dong was arranging things, when Xiao Yu came in, he shouted murderously: "Are you telling the truth to my elder brother?"

Xiao Rongyue saw that his tone was not friendly, although she was a barbarian but knew that elders were respected, she quickly tugged on his sleeve to make him restrain himself a little.

Mr. Dong didn't take it seriously, and said lightly: "He went out of the city to find someone. Whether he can come back depends on whether he can find that person."

"Who are you looking for?" Xiao Rongyue blurted out without thinking.

As a friend of Bai Yansheng, there are only a few people who can take it to heart.According to the servant's description, he was very flustered when he left.Xiao Yu was like an old dragon whose scales had been uncovered. With a roar of dragons and tigers, the flower racks and books near the door were smashed into powder by his palm, and his whole body was blown out of the yard like a tornado.

Xiao Rongyue was dumbfounded, she didn't follow blindly this time, she looked at Dong Zhujun suspiciously, and only heard her say: "Do you still remember why your brother was punished to guard the tomb?"

"Because he injured Shu Emperor Meng Ziying..." Xiao Rongyue suddenly covered her mouth, and suddenly realized: "You mean that Meng Ziying came to look for Fo Nu, and Fo Nu is going back with him." There was something in her eyes. Feelings of apparent loss.

Dong Zhujun nodded and said: "It's not just him, little Princess, I'm leaving tomorrow too."

"What?!" Xiao Rongyue was stunned on the ground, and when she raised her eyes, she saw two packed bundles on Hu's bed. Dong Zhujun picked up one of the larger bundles and handed it to her, saying: "It's always easy to break up a feast, and a good meeting It’s rare to meet. Little princess, Mr. Zhu has learned all his life here, and I hope that people who are destined can carry it forward. Mr. Zhu is not a teacher but open-minded.”

From the furskin, you can see the words "Medicine Classic" on the cover, a heavy set of books, she said she would give away what she had learned all her life, without reservation.It turned out that during the countless nights in the past three years, Xiao Rongyue saw her writing vigorously under the candlelight, all of which were preparations for today's parting.She thinks that she does not stand on the edge of the cliff with the dignity of a princess, and does not despise Xiao Rongyue as a stubborn person who turns outsiders. She has given her all her money for three years, and her character is so high that it is rare in this world.

Xiao Rongyue couldn't help crying while holding her husband's sleeve.

Dong Zhujun's eyes were also red.She changed her name and surname, ran away from her husband's house, and when she was down and out, she had such a chivalrous girl by her side to comfort her, and she was able to relieve her worries for a while, and she no longer wanted to worry about all the past.

When the sky was just dawn, Dong Zhujun came out from the chaimen in the backyard of Zhuguo Mansion with a small burden on his back.

There was a palace-style carriage parked on the street outside the door, Changsun Changshi stood beside the carriage, and said, "Mr. Dong, are you leaving now? Your Majesty wants to say goodbye to you, please do me a favor."

Knowing that there was no way to avoid it, Mr. Dong Zhu got into the carriage, the wheels were rolling, and drove through the streets paved with bluestone slabs, and stopped after eating.She jumped out of the car, feeling a little dazed. This was not any palace gate she was familiar with in Shengle City, but a secluded alley. On both sides of the alley were low bungalows made of mud. Tiles are rarely seen.

Changsun Changshi made a gesture of invitation.

They come, the security.She put the burden on her back, walked in along the alley, turned around, and saw a noodle stand by the back door of a house.There is a big pot on the flatbed cart, there are tables and chairs beside the cart, the stall owner is smoking dry tobacco, and when he sees a visitor, he stands up, who else could it be but Murongde?

After she was astonished, a mischievous smile flashed in her eyes, she walked over and put the burden on the table, and said, "Here is a bowl of mutton noodles, no onion or garlic."

Murong De grinned and said, "Mr. Dong has been here for three years, and the taste hasn't changed? It's not right without onions and garlic."

"Then do as the Romans do." Dong Zhujun said calmly.

"Okay", Murong De responded readily, kneading, kneading and cutting the dough skillfully on the flatbed truck.His culinary skills are so smooth and smooth that ordinary people would never have imagined that the majestic Emperor of Yan, the Lord of the Thousand Hu, would even have time to wash his hands and make soup for others.

But Dong Zhujun remembered that at the beginning of Chongming, he took his wife Yi Rong south to Daba Mountain to ask her for medical treatment.This person takes care of his wife personally, and pays all the daily washing and washing.On the day his wife woke up, he happily went to the kitchen to make a bowl of hand-rolled noodles, but was thrown to the ground by his wife.

She was recalling the past, and unexpectedly heard Murong De ask: "Mr. Dong, I have a question, I don't know if I should ask it or not?"

Seeing that his hands were full of flour, Dong Zhujun couldn't help smiling, and said, "Is cooking noodles a hero? It's elegant."

Murong De laughed a few times, then narrowed his eyes suddenly, and said: "Mencius You split into two armies a month ago, all the way north out of Xiangyang, with the intention of taking Luoyi. I ordered Xiao Yuanzao to form an alliance with the Kingdom of Shu in the past, but I don't know today Should we fight and make peace? Sir, why did you teach me?" Luoyi is still the old capital of Daxia, if Mencius You sent troops to fight for it, he would be famous.Murong De neither wanted to give up Luoyi, nor did he want to offend Mencius You.

Dong Zhujun's face paled when he heard about Mencius You, and said: "If I just answer him like this: I am a barbarian, and now the princes invade or kill each other for rebellion, I have a poor armor, and I want to see it China's politics."

The Xia family moved to the south, the co-lord declined, the king's orders failed, and the princes merged.The society is impermanent, and the monarch and ministers have no permanent positions. This has been the case since ancient times.

Murong De's eyes lit up, if it wasn't for the flour on his hands, he would have clapped his hands.There is no better reason to "observe China's politics" than to send troops to Yanmen Pass.

So he asked again: "I still have doubts. King Xiao Ye tried his best to persuade me to kill Bai Yansheng, saying that this man is a man of great talent and strategy, with a heavy army in his hands. Letting him go south is like letting a tiger go back to the mountain. What do you think, sir?"

Dong Zhujun was taken aback, he didn't expect that he could ask such a private matter, he pondered for a long time, Fang said: "The sound of geese can make up for Xiao Yu's shortcomings."

She spoke very concisely, Murong De probably understood what she meant, Xiao Yu valued Bai Yansheng very much, if he wanted his son to be well, Bai Yansheng must not be killed.So he wondered: "Meng Ziying, Bai Yansheng, Xiao Yu, these three younger generations, what do you think, sir?"

His own son is always the best, Dong Zhujun knew that he wanted to hear words of praise for Xiao Yu from his own mouth.She neither wants to make enemies for Bai Yansheng, nor does she want the person Ziying likes to be looked down upon by the world.After thinking and thinking, he finally said fairly: "Father Xuan can still be afraid of future generations, and her husband should not be young. Zi Ying is too soft, Xiao Yu is too hard, only the sound of geese is loud and ingenious, and the combination of hardness and softness, there is a benevolent man who loves others With a heart of integrity and righteousness, I am afraid that my future achievements will be higher than those of the two."

The boiling water in the cauldron was bubbling, and the noodles were spread out on the chopping board. Murongde took a deep breath of Sheng Le's morning air, and said: "The Great Virtuous Tiger has become so stupid that he looked like an ordinary person back then. Mr. said so Are you afraid that I will send someone to take Bai Yansheng's life today?"

This man is really stingy, Dong Zhujun laughed dumbly, shook his head and said: "The world's talents are inexhaustible. You and Mencius bully others from humble backgrounds and have no power or power, but tolerance and wisdom can mostly be cultivated through tempering. Love It is flesh and blood, and the sense of justice is the bones, these two are his innate wealth, enough for his life."

She almost taunted him face to face: I'm afraid you won't be able to do anything with a dagger, but instead you will be his whetstone, a ladder to the blue sky, and you will gain his good reputation.

Murong De was silent for a long time. He shook the noodles one by one into the boiling water. Seeing that the noodles sank to the bottom, he raised his eyebrows and said, "For Mister's sake, I will let him live."

Dong Zhujun smiled in his heart: Do I have so much face?

Murong De said again: "I still have one thing I want to ask for advice..."

Before he finished speaking, Dong Zhujun had already collapsed on the noodle stand with a smile, and wiped his tears while laughing, and said, "I don't know, do you have to earn so much from eating your bowl of noodles? You have to say so much." It's dry, and the noodles haven't been served yet."

Murongde's face was rosy, and he couldn't help laughing with him, so he went to wash the onion and chop the garlic.

In the early morning, apart from two people in the depths of the alley, no one came to bother them.Except for the sound of chopping vegetables and boiling water, there was not a single crowing of chickens, and no cats or dogs passed by.

This is so clean~~

Dong Zhujun was bored, it was too embarrassing for the two of them not to talk, so he picked up his words again: "What did you want to ask just now, please say it together. I am afraid that after eating your bowl of gold noodles and silver noodles, you will still be punished." You are thinking about collecting debts for three to five years."

She is knowledgeable, capable, and humorous, but I don't know why Meng Ziyou treats her coldly.Let her, a young lady from a family like her, go out of her way to change her name and wander around the world.Murong De couldn't help sighing in his heart: If he had met Shen Huaixiu instead of Hu Xinlan more than 20 years ago, would he have changed the fate of his life, would he still be the same Murong De now?

"At present, there is a mixture of Hu and Han in the country. I want to run China's government, establish rules and regulations, distinguish family surnames, and organize human relations, but the elders of the ministries try their best to dissuade them. They all say that the country's customs are honest and simple, and there are few appetites. , and guide its coincidence." He sighed deeply when he said this, and said: "I am already forty-three this year, and my destiny is about to end. I have seen many Hu regimes in the frontiers hastily established and collapsed. I feel anxious. Very much."

He thought of the banquets after hunting in the pastures outside Shengle City, Han people held their breath and listened to the profound lines of Qiuci music, and Xianbei people satisfied their vulgar hobbies with the screams of their own kind being tortured to death.However, this is his nation and its culture, and if he rejects it, it is also a kind of sadness for this culture.

He asked Dong Zhujun about the national policy, and he seemed to forget that she was just a Han woman, or he was deliberately avoiding her.

Dong Zhujun also became serious. The Hu emperor, who was deeply affected by the south wind, was confused and hesitant about this mixed situation of Hu and Han.After decades of founding his own country, he is facing a cultural reorganization and adjustment. Whether he succeeds or not determines whether he and his nation can finally enter the Central Plains and create a new foundation.

How can the years of the nation be seen by ordinary eyes?

"Confucius' work "Spring and Autumn" also states that the princes use barbarian rituals to barbarians, and enter China to be Chinese. Today, if you can use scholars and practice Chinese ways, you will be the master of China." Dong Zhujun thought about it and added. Said: "This matter should not be rushed. There are deer in the garden. If you are anxious, you will conflict, and if you are slow, you will settle."

The water in the cauldron has boiled and boiled, and the noodles have been burned into batter.

The barbarian emperor held Dong Zhujun tightly with his blue eyes, and Dong Zhujun suddenly blushed and his ears became dry.He said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Dong, can you please stay in Shengle and by my side."

Seven or eight thoughts flashed through Dong Zhujun's mind. The morning breeze brushed her temples, and her heart followed the long wind, blowing away the thousands of miles of clouds.It's just a little bit of appreciation, far from the point where life and death go hand in hand, she has already let go.

So he stood up and said with a hearty smile: "It seems that this noodle is not edible. Mr. Zhu heard from his master when he was young that there was an empire across the ocean at the end of the Silk Road. Mr. Zhu has always wanted to walk the Silk Road. If God blesses you, you can come back in two or three years, and then ask His Majesty for this bowl of noodles."

Murongde's eyes showed a look of nostalgia, and he watched this petite person carry the burden, walk out of the alley without looking back, and walk towards a wider world.

The author has something to say: I can't update until Thursday, please forgive me~~~