When Xu Fengnian returned to the house, he did not climb over the wall again, which made Song Huangmei, who was waiting hard under the wall, disappointed, and learned from the steward of the mansion that His Royal Highness the Prince was walking out of the house step by step with his feet, and Miss Song exclaimed in surprise and ran out of the Li Mansion.
When the steward saw it in his eyes, he muttered a little slander, this daughter of the Song family is too reckless, and she is 108,000 miles worse than the quiet and virtuous young lady.
The steward immediately had some reverie, Beiliang Dao knew that Young Master Hanlin and His Royal Highness the Prince of the World were brothers who grew up wearing a pair of pants, if the eldest lady could become the princess of Beiliang in the future, tsk, plus the lord was already a master of economic strategy, then the Li family was not the first tycoon in Beiliang The old steward shook his head, alas, it is a pity that the young lady was mixed with the son of the surnamed Guo Dehan, and a peony flower was inserted in the cow dung.
Xu Fengnian lay on the bench of the gazebo and looked up at the low-hanging bright starry sky, ignoring the girl who sneaked into the gazebo.
That girl is really a hard-working strong woman, she can endure her temperament, she gritted her teeth and froze for half an hour without making a sound.
Xu Fengnian sat up and asked with a smile: "Miss Song, you have something to do with me" Song Huangmei, who was shrinking next to the pavilion pillar to avoid the wind and cold, was startled, and then turned red with that not too beautiful face, lowered his head and pinched the corners of his clothes, and no longer had the heroine style who used his sword to block him in the Taishou Mansion of Huangnan County.
Xu Fengnian didn't embarrass her, and took the initiative to ask: "How many years have you been practicing swords, do you want me to teach you a few easy-to-use sword moves?"
After Xu Fengnian asked, she couldn't cry or laugh, and the girl stared at herself in a daze, muttering to herself, as if saying that His Royal Highness the Prince of the World's eyes were better looking than someone, but she still only liked that guy.
Xu Fengnian coughed heavily, Song Huangmei sat on the bench on the other side, put his hands around his shoulders to keep out the cold, and quickly recovered his original straightforward character, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, I know that you are a master and a good person, I have a crush, he is a disciple of a gang in Huangnan County, called Dou Yangguan, he, his biggest wish in this life is to wear the Beiliang knife to marry me, but my father doesn't seem to like him very much, or His Royal Highness will be merciful and give the one called Dou Yangguan a saber, and my father will no longer object."
Xu Fengnian knew that this girl must not have known that Liantang was almost removed from the Lingzhou rivers and lakes, but the spy report did mention that a young man named Dou Yangguan had escaped, and he was the lover of Song Huangmei, the daughter of Song Yan.
An outer disciple who has only been in Liantang for a few days can be killed or not, since he has this involvement with the Song family, he should give Song Taishou a promotion gift to become a special driver in Lingzhou.
As for whether the young man hated Beiliang after escaping the catastrophe, and whether he would be determined to avenge his master, Xu Fengnian didn't care, in the entire Liyang River and Lake, there were few people who could be like the boy who shook the folding fan, and he was expected to kill all the way to him Xu Fengnian, and more people had never seen His Royal Highness the Prince until they died.
If that person can stand out, he has to let Xu Fengnian see his name from the spy report again, and he doesn't even mind letting him know the identity of the Beimang spy in Liantang Zhangshu, and then send him to the border to sharpen it, since he wants to touch the knife, after joining the army, he can let him touch it until he wants to vomit.
It's just that people's hearts are unpredictable, God knows which path this kid surnamed Dou will choose to take, as for whether Dou Yangguan and Song Huangmei can have lovers and eventually become married, it is not something that Xu Fengnian cares about, neither wants to, but also can't, today's Beiliang, maybe the time of His Royal Highness the Prince is the most valuable.
Xu Fengnian retracted his thoughts and said with a smile: "Private individuals are not allowed to wear the Beiliang knife, and with your father's eyesight, you will not be able to see the authenticity of the Douyang Guan sword."
Song Huangmei had a contented and happy personality, and when he heard His Royal Highness the Prince say this, he just looked abrupt, oh, and didn't insist anymore.
In fact, if you have the opportunity to be alone with His Royal Highness the Prince, it is not enough to toss herself to show off her talents, and if she catches His Royal Highness the Prince, she would rather kill by mistake than misplace, or she will beat the snake with the stick, and use her identity as a woman to stalk and ask His Royal Highness the Prince for some promises.
This is probably also the reason why Xu Fengnian is willing to chat with her casually.
Song Huangmei did not disturb His Royal Highness, but he did not leave, sitting on the bench, lazily leaning against the pillars, looking up at the starry sky.
Xu Fengnian is a person who has come over, knowing that most of this girl is missing the children of the rivers and lakes surnamed Dou, so he lay down again, closed his eyes and recuperated, and carefully calculated the end of Lingzhou in his mind.
I have to clean up the young master who dared to break through the cold first.
Xu Fengnian, who closed his ears, noticed that after Song Huangmei got up, he tiptoed away gently, he smiled lightly, waited for her to go away, snapped his fingers, and said to the dead Shiyin who quietly appeared: "Inform the Lingzhou Peregrine Falcon, move some hands and feet, polish and polish Douyang Pass, if this person is too hard, remove some edges and corners, if he is already depressed, let him meet a nobleman, don't let him lose his sharpness early." ” Dead Shiyin was about to leave, and Leng Buding heard His Royal Highness the Prince of the World smile and asked, "Why don't I go and meet that peach blossom fan for a while?"
In the turbulent times of the Spring and Autumn Period, many people fled far away in order to avoid disasters, and did not hesitate to change their names and surnames in order to take root, so that the imperial court set up a genealogy of the world, only to know that there were many new surnames with vague and unknown "clans" after the rain, but there were not many people like the dead man next to His Royal Highness the Prince who simply did not even have a name.
This man, who seems to have no past and no future, did not say a word more than he always did.
Xu Fengnian waved his hand, and the dead man disappeared in a flash.
Xu Fengnian, who had never been sleepy, wandered along the path, counting the lanterns all the way, guessing whether the imperial court would agree to Wang Luting to take over the position of golden thread weaving after Li Xifeng stepped down, because as soon as this opening was opened, Zhao Yingjing, the king of Huainan, and Zhao Xun, the king of Jing'an, said that the powerful King Yanyi, the pampered and arrogant King Guangling, I am afraid that they will all be willing to take advantage of the east wind of Beiliang to pull out the thorn in the flesh of the Weaving Bureau, thinking of this, Xu Fengnian smiled: "What is a thorn in the flesh, a thorn in the eye." ” Walking to the north of the lake in the official residence, I was surprised to find that Song Yan, who had just become a driver in Lingzhou, was sitting on a stone by the lake, which was a big thing that was carried from Chunshen Lake to Beiliangdao.
Song Yan was leisurely, one foot straightened, one foot bent on the knee, one bite poured the Jiannan spring burn that is known as half a catty stomach can burn through the stomach and intestines, and waited until Xu Fengnian walked to the boulder, Song Da came back to his senses, and when he wanted to get up and salute, His Royal Highness the Prince had already sat down cross-legged, and it was a little inappropriate for him to get up again, Song Yan roughly understood the character and temper of the Lingzhou general around him, and did not do that scene, shook the yellow mud wine jar, and just smiled: "Your Highness, I have seen the bottom." ” Xu Fengnian said with a smile: "What is the bottom, there are clearly two big sips of wine, and if you are reluctant, you can say that you are reluctant." ” Song Yan is also sincere, haha smiled: "It's really reluctant, this jar of wine has been buried in the ground for seven or eight years, at that time put three jars down, after Lord Li became a slight envoy, drank a jar, this trip to Lingzhou, knowing that he was going to be promoted and made a fortune, plus he had to leave Huangnan County, so he thought about moving the remaining two jars, endured the pain, and gave it to His Royal Highness an altar, I never wanted to go to the backyard to see, so I was left with this altar in my hand, and after thinking about it, I knew that it was the girl who turned her elbow out to steal it and give it away, I have worried the lower officials a lot and have a few gray hairs, alas, the women are not left, and every family is like this.
Your Highness, don't blame you. ” Xu Fengnian joked: "The reason is taken up by Lord Song, what else can this son say." ” Song Yan said with emotion: "Your Highness has not been easy in the past few years. ” Xu Fengnian was silent for a moment, waited for Song Bei to raise his head and drank a big sip of wine, and laughed softly: "You may not believe it, I went to Beimang to see Zhao Huainan, the king of the Northern Courtyard, and went to the capital to face the saint, two trips, there were many twists and turns in the middle, but I felt the most aggrieved one, it was the first time I ran away from home in embarrassment, and I met a rich kid in Hezhou carrying a privately bought Beiliang knife, and I was knocked out of a big bag by the guy.
It was also at that time that I knew whether there was Xu Xiao's father by his side, which was really a world of difference.
As for the fact that I also suffered some losses later, but I was used to being used to being a street rat, so it was no longer difficult to let go.
If you say that the most bitter, the most difficult is to go to Wudang Mountain before the practice of the knife, at that time I found some outlaws to give me a stake to practice the knife, was slashed by the head of the horse thief, the pain of the flesh and blood blooming, the pain almost rolled on the ground, so that I didn't have the courage to look down at the wound, when I uncovered the cocoon, I said to myself Don't practice the knife, fortunately, I gritted my teeth at the time and persevered, and I always can't forget it since then, even if there have been many times in the past few years, it is indeed a crime to die and live, On the contrary, I still feel that it is not as memorable as that knife. ” Song Yan was stunned, raised his hand to lift the wine jar, sighed, and said: "Xiaguan is never afraid of the intrigues and tricks in the officialdom, but if he thinks that if anyone puts a knife on his neck, he really has to watch himself bleed, and he can't care about any literati." has no power to restrain the chicken, it is Song Yan who reads books. ” Xu Fengnian quipped: "If you are a man, you will not be powerless, and some Qinglou women have the ability to bind chickens." ” Song Yan squirted out a mouthful of wine, looked down at his crotch, laughed and burst into tears, not caring about wasting the last bite of Jiannan Spring Burn.
After laughing, Song Yan turned his head to look at His Royal Highness the Prince, "Life is unsatisfactory seven, hard work." ” Xu Fengnian looked at the lake and smiled indifferently: "After all, I can still talk to people, fortunately." ” Song Yan was silent.
Xu Fengnian said: "Song Yan, go and bury three jars of wine, and in seven or eight years, if we both live, you will give me a jar."
I also give you a feudal official who does not lose the envoys.
To be continued: