Chapter 7 Chapter 6 Bamboo House on the World

A few days later, Biying, who had been lying on the sickbed for nearly six years, finally went to the ground. I started physical therapy for her. After another month, she walked a lot and was slightly short of breath, but she was able to do light housework. Yes, I hugged her and laughed and said that heaven has eyes, but she burst into tears and hugged me tightly with her bony hands. It's a pity that in Xiao Wuyi, I'm the only one beside Biying, Jinxiu is still burning incense at Famen Temple, Yu Feiyan is guarding the border in the north, Song Minglei seems to be very busy recently, and I blame him for being too strict with me last time I decided to have a cold war with him and not to invite him, so I haven't seen him for a long time, but it turned out that this silly girl was going crazy thinking about Song Minglei, crying all day looking at the end of the world, I had no choice but to hold Biying For the carefully sewn winter coat, I went to Xiying to find Song Minglei.

I searched for an afternoon, and came to a high courtyard with gray walls, which was the residence of the Xiying soldiers. There were two sentry soldiers in front of the gate, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. I bowed my knees to one of them and saluted: "Trouble brother, I've brought something for my second brother, Song Minglei." The boy with a shorter head immediately put on a smile when he heard the words Song Minglei: "Ah! Brother Song mentioned it, this must be Sister Mujin!" Uh? !Does Song Minglei know that Biying has recovered from her illness?He must have known that I would come for her. Compared with me, a post-modern person, he is really clever. No wonder he is called Xiying Xiao Hanxin. The kid guarding the gate saw me nodding and said: "The little one is Yuan Wu , Big Brother Song said to let the little one lead my sister into the camp."

After entering the camp, I passed the school field all the way. During the lunch break, there are still many people practicing archery with their bows, or wrestling in groups of four or five. Under the tree, three or two strong soldiers are squatting, holding old bowls. Jiguagua chatted in the local dialect, sucking on the noodles in between, looked at Yuan Wu and me, and stopped. A very dark boy stood up with an old bowl in his hand, more than twice my size , as tall as an iron tower, his shadow completely put me in it, I was surprised, but he said with a playful smile: "Wonderful, Wu Laizi, your family is so handsome." The people next to him burst out laughing.

Yuan Wu's face was flushed red, and he jumped up anxiously: "Huai'an, don't talk nonsense, this is Brother Song's righteous sister, you don't want to kill you." There, while everyone was looking at me in fear, I smiled at them without saying a word, and walked quickly behind Yuan Wu, thinking in my heart that Song Minglei was really good, and it seemed that he was quite powerful in Xiying . That Yuan Wu kept explaining along the way that the brothers in the camp are rough people, don’t be the same as their knowledge, but I was amused in my heart, with a gentle and virtuous ancient woman on my face, and kept calling him all the way. Don't take it to heart, I don't mind.

Coming to a bamboo grove, Yuan Wu pointed to a quiet building, and said that it was Song Minglei's residence - Qingzhuju, I really didn't expect his residence to be so clean, but compared to Biying and I's dilapidated Dexinju Much better again. That Xiao Wu is a child after all, he may still remember the teasing of everyone just now, he bowed to me with a blushing face, and then he walked away, and when he came close, he could only hear a strange voice from inside intermittently: "The world today There has been chaos for a long time, it is better to choose an enlightened master to live in... who is outside."

A figure in green shirt suddenly appeared in front of my eyes like a ghost, and grabbed my head. "Sir, stop, that's my fourth sister." Song Minglei's voice yelled. Although the man withdrew his strength halfway, a force still swept me down. On the ground, someone has already rushed over quickly, one step faster and helped me up by the waist, the sun shone down, I was fascinated to see a handsome young man looking at me anxiously, it was Song Minglei, Biying's sweetheart. Song Minglei helped me upright, and this was the first time I experienced a martial arts master trying to kill me, so I was still in shock, I raised my head, and I looked into a pair of black eyes as deep as a deep pool.

When I turned around, I saw a man in his forties, with a long beard and beautiful beard fluttering in the wind, standing with his hands behind his back, like a proud bamboo, with bright eyes and star eyebrows, his eyes were bright, and he was looking at me calmly. I was still a little afraid of the killing intent, so I couldn't help but hit Song Minglei. Song Minglei's voice came from above: "Fourth sister, don't be afraid, this is Mr. Han Xiuzhu, who is well-known all over the world, the teacher of Mr. Bai, and he came here to drink tea with Second Brother." It turns out that this is Mr. Han Xiuzhu, the teacher and nanny of Yuan's child prodigy, that is, the old man who often fixes Yuan Feijue to the point of gnashing his teeth but selfishly adores him. You don't seem to be drinking tea just now.

I made up my mind and gave a blessing to Han Xiuzhu: "Mr. Han is blessed." "Since Guangqian has a sister-in-law visiting, I will choose another day to bother you again." Han Xiuzhu nodded to Song Minglei, and left without looking at me again. "Is Fourth Sister okay?" Song Minglei was staring at me eagerly. For a moment, I mistook it as longing, so I shook my head and smiled again: "It's okay! Thank you, Second Brother, for saving me." Walking into the house, there are a lot of houses, which are very simple, but two of the four walls are full of tall bookshelves, it is simply a private library.

Song Minglei entertained me warmly, serving tea and pouring water himself, without any airs, which made me a little embarrassed. However, when I told him that Biying was in good health, he didn't show any special joy or surprise. It can be seen that he knew it a long time ago. He smiled and said, "It's really a happy event. The third sister is in good health. They are all fourth sisters." thanks to you." I shook my head, "Second brother's words are wrong, the real hero is you, not me." He raised his eyebrows and looked at me with blazing eyes: "Why did Fourth Sister say that?"

Hey!Such a smart person pretends to be stupid, and I was about to tell Biying how much he misses him, when he suddenly stood up and pointed to a pile of wooden miniature cities and said to me: "Fourth sister is well-informed, so you know where this is?" A city?" It would be a little strange for him to pull away from my topic like this, so I had to walk over to take a look at the familiar model, and couldn't help but smile: "Second brother, is this the Forbidden City?" "Forbidden City?" He was taken aback. "Isn't this the Forbidden City, the imperial city of Kyoto?" I was also confused. Could it be that in this time and space, the Forbidden City is not called the Forbidden City, so what is it called?

He smiled: "It's the imperial city of Kyoto, but it's called Zhaoming Palace. Even the second brother doesn't know that it's also called the Forbidden City? Where did the fourth sister see it?" what!I'm slipping away, I followed the old rules and said I read it from a pile of broken books in my hometown in Jianzhou. A map next to it caught my attention. This was the first time I saw an ancient map, and it was the same as the one in the history class. Seeing that I was interested, he pointed to the map and explained the current form to me with great interest. What really made me dumbfounded is that the land belonging to the Dongting Dynasty today is less than that in the Southern Song Dynasty, and a large piece of land in the south belongs to the Dali Kingdom! To the northwest is the border of the Great Turks and Rouran, to the northeast we have a powerful neighbor Khitan, and to the east Dongying and Goguryeo are fortunately not very powerful at this time. After the Turks were defeated by the former general a few years ago, the Eastern Court could not afford the war expenses, so they had to adopt a kinship policy. Now the relationship between the two countries is still so-so, but the Turks have been disturbing the border of Rouran for years, and Rouran is a vassal state of the Eastern Court. , This war actually means that the Turks and the Eastern Court have control over the Silk Road. However, the Dongting Dynasty was busy fighting with the Huainan King and the Jiaodong King, who supported the rebellion. They had no scruples. The more serious thing was that Dali in the south was very prominent. , and his land has already included Yunnan Quanjing, Tibet, Guizhou, Sichuan, Vietnam, and Burma in my time, which is much larger than the territory of Dongting. Our country is more and more like his vassal state, and Dali has also recently Constantly disturbing people at the border. Song Minglei talks eloquently and analyzes the current situation. He really has great ambitions, has a good plan, has the opportunity to hide the universe, and has the ambition to swallow the world. Some of the seedlings of the so-called heroes of the world. Even I, who is a girl, felt a little excited, and my heart moved: "Second Brother Song, were you and Mr. Han from Xifengyuan talking about the current situation in the world just now?" He didn't hide from me, he nodded immediately, and told that Mr. Han intended to put him under Mr. Bai's tent. I couldn't laugh anymore, but he stared into my eyes and said softly: "Fourth sister thinks What's wrong?" I frowned and said, "Mujin knows that the elder brother and the second elder brother are the rare young heroes in the world, and the romantic figures in the future, but they will only die once they succeed...!?" Song Minglei sighed softly, and said quietly: "What the fourth sister said is very true. Our little Wuyi is all unfortunate people who have suffered accidents in the family. If there is no original family, where will we go, maybe living on the streets, becoming a coolie in the market, or a place of fireworks and willow lanes?" He gave a wry smile, and I couldn't help but nodded in agreement. If there was no Yuan family, Jinxiu and I would have been sold to prostitutes, but his tone changed: "Everyone in the world is divided into black and white, and they fight for honor and disgrace. Those who are humiliated are destined to be mediocre. They entered the original family and are also destined to enter this troubled world. Fourth sister, now the Xuanyuan clan is in ruins, treacherous ministers steal their lives, foreign relatives monopolize power, and foreign tribes invade at the border. They want to take China and Kyushu. In the midst of adversity, Mr. Han calculated that after ten years, the Dongting Dynasty will definitely be replaced by the emperor." He snorted lightly, and looked at me brightly: "Why does it take ten years? Believe it or not, Brother Yu's assertion, within five years, the sky will be in chaos, and the original family will definitely be able to compete in the Central Plains. It will surely save the people from the fire and water, and help China not be insulted by foreigners, and we will also be able to create a career that will last forever." He stopped, calmed down his excitement a bit, looked at me unfathomably, and said loudly: "I have always taken Simei as my confidant, I don't know what Simei thinks." At that time, I was tongue-tied and unable to speak for a long time. I thought to myself whether I should chant a little, to show my ambition indifferently, to be peaceful and far-reaching, or to immediately suggest that he make Xichuan his home first, and then take Jingzhou to build a foundation, so as to become a tripartite. Potential, then the Central Plains can Xutu also. Looking at that young and resolute face, the earnest trust in the eyes, and the statement that made me a confidant, it reminded me of my little uncle who served in the flying brigade in my previous life. A wealthy businessman, still popular and professional, his lifelong hobby besides saving money is ancient and modern Chinese and foreign wars. I added history to my college entrance examination, so I ran to my little uncle's house when I had nothing to do during the black July. Compared with my little uncle's hobbies, my little aunt may be more affectionate to PARADA's bags and Chanel's clothing, so it's rare for him to regard my little kid as an excellent pouring object, and he often talks about the history of humiliation by foreigners in the Northern Song Dynasty After the opium war in modern times, he suffered from the history of imperialist aggression, he beat his chest and sighed, he had no CEO image at all, and hated himself for not being born at the right time. It can make the Chinese nation pacify Kyushu and sweep Eurasia. I was fascinated by what I heard at the time, and then I followed my uncle’s example of starting a business to strengthen the country’s economy, until I encountered an affair in Chang’an, and Zifu made a fuss in the underworld, and somehow arrived in this strange time and space. When the Serbian History Museum was bombed, the little uncle once waved his arms angrily and said: "If the motherland needs it, I can still go back to the blue sky." My heart skipped a beat, and my uncle's face overlapped with that of Song Minglei. For a moment, I didn't know exactly which time and space I was in. Maybe in this historical silhouette, I could fulfill my uncle's dream and protect him. The relatives in this life, Jianzhou's old father, Wangcai, stepmother, Jinxiu, Biying, Song Minglei, Yu Feiyan, and Yuan Feijue, it turns out that just like what Song Minglei said, we were born at an untimely time, but we have no original family , we may be even more miserable, so from the moment we step into the gate of the original family, our fate is linked with the original family. I smiled and nodded at Song Minglei: "Second brother's ambition, Mu Jin really admires it." The young man on the opposite side obviously had a happy face, and I continued: "Since second brother has cited Mu Jin as my friend, I will also follow the example of second brother, a few days ago The second brother on the day mentioned the letter from the eldest brother about the tactics of fighting against the Turks, I went back and thought about it, and now I will write to the second brother to see if I can help the eldest brother." He took out a self-made quill pen, dipped it in Song Minglei's ink, and wrote a few ancient defensive warfare tactics that he had read in his little uncle's war books, such as sparrow apricot, smoke line, and dust truck. There is also a chemical weapon that is a headache for Americans. At that time, China had it as early as the Northern Song Dynasty. It emphasizes literature over martial arts, so it has been at the bottom of the peak, but the magic is that there are quite a lot of inventions used in warfare. It is a pity that during the Song Dynasty, either the emperor was incompetent and the generals were talented, or when the emperor wanted to fight back, the court and the middle Unscrupulous generals are also available. Perhaps these relatively advanced tactics in this era will be useful in the hands of capable people, so that our Chinese nation can resist foreign aggression. That Song Minglei looked at it, his eyes suddenly became astonishingly bright, he grabbed my paper, and read it carefully, his force was too great, he tore my chilblained hand, and it hurt to concentrate . I struggled to take out my hand, trying to wrap my swollen hand, but he found that my right hand was bleeding profusely, grabbed my hand, frowned, and asked scoldingly: "The gold I gave you What about the medicine?" It's already used up, haven't you been busy fighting with you these few days?Of course I'm not ashamed to ask you what you want, I said to myself, and said in a nonchalant way: "I just used it up." He glanced at me, seemed a little angry, and took out a small porcelain bottle from the cabinet. He slapped my hand away and touched it carefully for me. The muddy boy definitely did it on purpose. "Brother Song," a beautiful voice came in and saved me, uh!Song Minglei and I looked at the door, and saw a pretty person standing at the door, staring at us with twinkling eyes. This is not the very red parsley next to the second lady, she is the only daughter of the eldest brother and sister's wet nurse. And she grew up with the young master and the second young lady. It is said that if the young master does not take the current eldest princess, the madam is going to send her to the young master as the second wife. Now her direction is very likely to be the maid of the second young lady. , that is, the role of Ping'er next to Wang Xifeng. I gave her a blessing: "Sister Xiangqin." Seeing Song Minglei's face, she nodded slightly to me as a greeting, passed me indifferently, walked straight to Song Minglei, and showed an incomparably sweet smile: "Second Miss came back from Famen Temple. I'm going to send a message." That's great, that girl Jinxiu is finally back, I can't hide my dismay. The parsley glanced at me, then closed its mouth. Understood, I bid farewell to Song Minglei. He was also a smart man, and he didn't want to keep him. He just rolled up my half-written battle strategy with a quill pen, and stuffed it into a box of Jinchuang medicine, a box of medicine for treating filial piety and asthma. The rare Ganoderma lucidum snake gall powder is for Biying. Regardless of Xiangqin's ugly face, he just bid me farewell: "It's getting late, sorry for the second brother not being able to send me off far away, fourth sister be careful on the way, remember to greet third sister for me, you must apply the medicine on time." Feeling hot in my heart, I tucked the scroll into the skirt of my shirt, made a promise, and walked out, but Xiangqin's eyes were icy and cold.