Chapter 128: Speaking with others one, two, three
Xu Fengyen returned to the mansion without going over the wall again, which made the Song Huangmei who blearily guarded the original place under the wall and waited bitterly was greatly disappointed, and it was only very late that she learned from the steward of the Jingliu Envoy’s residence that His Highness the son of the world was walking out of the mansion with his feet one step at a time, and the eldest Miss Song gave a cry of alarm and ran out of the Li Mansion. The steward saw in the eyes, there are some mutterings and slander, this Song Qianjin is also too adventurous, compared to the quiet and virtuous own Miss difference of ten thousand eight hundred thousand miles. The steward then had some reveries, Beiliang Road is clear that the young master of Hanlin and His Highness the son of the world that is wearing the same pants grew up brothers, if the big miss can become the future king of Beiliang consort, tsk tsk, coupled with the old master is already the Secretary for the Lord, then the Li family is not deservedly Beiliang the first big noble valleys? The old steward shook his head, alas, it’s a pity that the young lady is hanging out with that Guo De’s humble son, a peony flower stuck in cow dung.
Xu Fengyen lying on the gazebo bench looking up at the low-hanging bright starry sky, the sneaky girl who slipped into the gazebo, turn a blind eye.
That girl is also really a hard-working woman warrior, stayed alive, froze and gritted his teeth to freeze for half an hour without making a sound.
Xu Fengyen sat up and asked with a smile, “Miss Song, looking for me?”
Shrinking next to the pavilion columns to avoid the wind and cold Song Huangmei startled, and then reddened the not too beautiful face, lowered his head and pinched the corner of his coat and hemmed and hawed, and then no longer in the Huangnan County governor’s mansion to him out of the sword to block the heroine style.
Xu Fengyen also did not let her embarrassment, took the initiative to ask: “How many years have you practiced sword? Do you want me to teach you a few easy-to-follow sword moves?”
Xu Fengyen cried and laughed after his question, the girl just stared at herself, muttering and crumbling as if she was saying that His Highness the son of the world’s eyes were a bit better looking than someone else’s, but she still only liked that guy.
Xu Fengyen coughed heavily, Song Huangmei sat on her butt on the other side of the bench, wrapped her arms around her shoulders to protect herself from the cold, and quickly recovered her original straightforward character, smiling playfully: ”Your Highness, I know that you are an expert and a good person, I have a man of my dreams, an outsider son of a gang in Huangnan County, called Dou Yangguan, he ah, his life’s biggest wish is to wear the Beilang Sword to marry me, but my My father doesn’t seem to like him too much, if your highness has mercy and gives that Dou Yangguan a sword, my father will no longer object!”
Xu Fengyen knew that this girl must still not know that Liantang almost dead from the Lingzhou Jianghu remove the matter, but the spy did mention that escaped a young man called Dou Yangguan, is Song Yan’s daughter Song Huangmei’s lover, not only so, Dou Yangguan’s ancestor eighteen generations are given to the bottom of the sky, Xu Fengyen at that time made the instructions, let the eagle soldiers on this person to stop. A few days into the Liantang not a few days of the outer disciples, originally can be killed but not killed, since there is this involvement with the Song family, as a gift to the promotion of Mr. Song to become the Lingshou special driver. As for that young man after escaping, whether to hate Northern Liang, whether to aspire to avenge his master, Xu Fengyen does not care, the entire Liyang Jianghu, there are not a few people like that shaking the folding fan of the son, the ability to hopefully kill all the way to the eyes of him Xu Fengyen, more people, are to death have not seen His Highness the son of the one side. If that person can stand out, hard to let Xu Fengyen again from the spy to see his name, and even do not mind letting him know Liantang Zhang book of the Northern Mang spy identity, and then send him to the border to sharpen a bit, since he wants to touch the knife, from the army later, can let him touch to want to vomit until. Just the heart is unpredictable, God knows this surname Dou boy in the end will choose to go which way, as for Dou Yangguan and Song Huangmei can be lovers, more not Xu Fengyen care about things, both do not want to, but also can not be, nowadays in Beilang, perhaps the number of his Shizi His Highness’s light time is the most valuable.
Xu Fengyen retrieved his thoughts, laughed: “private person shall not wear Beiliang sword, besides with your father’s eyesight, will not see the authenticity of Dou Yangguan’s saber?”
Song huangmei has a contented and happy happy character, when he heard His Highness the son of the world say so, he just had a dawning look on his face, oh, and didn’t insist any more. In fact, if you change into some ordinary slightly mercenary women, if you have the opportunity to be alone with His Highness, then you can’t but vigorously toss yourself into a flamboyant, caught His Highness that would rather kill than let go by mistake, or else it’s a snake with a stick, borrowing the identity of a woman, stalking His Highness to ask for some promises. I’m afraid this is also the reason why Xu Fengyen is happy to talk to her casually for a few moments. Song Huangmei did not disturb His Highness, but also did not leave, sitting on the bench, leaning lazily against the porch columns, looking up at the starry sky. Xu Fengyen is a person who has been there, know that this girl is most likely to miss the surname Dou jianghu children, then reclined, closed his eyes to rest his mind, in his head carefully calculate the end of lingzhou, originally far more complex than the youliang two states of lingzhou officialdom, in the strategic ambassador Li Gongde after the statement, I believe that with the ability to xu beihao, even if there are still some constraints, but at last, barely open the situation, almost the time he left, can’t be always so top! With the official hat of the general of Lingzhou here to take over the magpie’s nest, but if you really want to go, you still have to clean up that young master who dared to break into the cool. Xu Fengyen who closed his ears noticed that Song Huangmei got up and tiptoed gently away, he smiled gently, and waited for her to go far away, snapped his fingers, and said to the dead warrior Yin who quietly appeared: “Give a notice to the Lingzhou Peregrine Falcon, make some moves to polish Douyangguan, if this person is too hardheaded, remove some edges and corners, if he has already become demoralized, let him meet a nobleman, don’t let him lose his sharpness early on. Lose his sharpness early.”
Deadly Shi Yin was about to leave, coldly heard His Highness the son of the world laugh and ask: “Want me to go and meet that peach blossom fan by myself?”
Spring and Autumn chaos, many people in order to avoid disaster refuge, fleeing far away, in order to be able to land roots, not hesitate to change their names, so that the court set up the world’s genealogy, only to realize that there are many more “clan” ambiguous new surnames, but like His Highness, the side of this dead soldier simply do not even have a name, not many. This man, who seemed to have no past or future, did not say a single word as usual. Xu Fengyen waved his hand, and the dead soldier Yin flickered away. Never sleepy Xu Fengnian just wandering along the trail, all the way to count the lanterns, in guessing Li Xifeng unloaded, the court side of the promise of Wang Luting to take over the position of gold strand weaving, because this mouth is open, Huainan King Zhao Ying Jing’an King Zhao Xun okay, the power of the Yan Zhi Wang, bullying and arrogance of the King of the Guangling, I am afraid that we must all be happy to take advantage of the north of the east wind of the Liang, go to pull out the weaving Bureau of this meat in the thorns, think of it here. Xu Fengyen laughed: “What thorn in the flesh, thorn in the eye is right.”
Walked to the north side of the official residence near the lake, surprised to find that only when the Lingzhou special driver Song Yan sitting on a stone by the lake, is the big thing from Chunshen Lake to carry to the North Liang Road, Liyang up and down the elegant celebrities on the Chunshen Lake fished up boulders favored, and then again even if it is the usual stone, weighing several thousand, carrying hundreds of miles thousands of miles, is not expensive must also be expensive. Song Yan intention idle, one foot straight, one foot bending the knee, a mouthful of pouring said half a catty down will be able to burn through the intestines, stomach and lungs Jiannan spring burn, wait until Xu Fengyen walks to the boulder, Lord Song only back to God, when he wanted to get up to salute, His Highness the son of the world has already sat down on his knees, he then got up is a little bit inappropriate, Song Yan roughly touched through the side of the Lingshou general’s character and temper, not to go to do that scene, shaking the yellow clay wine altar. Just laughed and said, “Your Highness, it’s at the bottom.”
Xu Fengnian laughed: “What is the bottom, clearly there are still two big mouthfuls of wine, can not afford to say can not afford.”
Song Yan also honest, haha laughed: “really can’t bear to part with it, this altar of wine buried in the ground for seven or eight years, then put three altars down, when Lord Li became the Lord Secretary, drank an altar, this trip to Lingzhou, know that to get promoted and get rich, coupled with the fact that also have to leave Huangnan County, thought of the remaining two altars to move to endure the pain of the flesh, but also to give Your Highness an altar, did not think to go to the backyard to see, there is only the hand of the remaining wine, and the wine, but also to give Your Highness an altar. The backyard to see, just left in the hands of this altar, a thought, I know that the elbow to the outside of the daughter stole to give away, the official to worry about a number of gray hair, alas, the female is not in the middle of the stay, every family is the same. Your Highness, don’t blame.”
Xu Fenian joked, “The sentiment is all taken up by Lord Song, what else can this Shizi say.”
Song Yan lamented, “It hasn’t been easy for Your Highness these past few years.”
Xu Fengnian was silent for a moment, waiting for Song Beiye to tilt his head back and finish a large mouthful of wine, and laughed softly, “You may not believe me when I say it, I went to North Mang to meet the North Courtyard King Zhao Huainan, as well as going to the capital to meet with the saint, two trips, with a lot of twists and turns in the middle, but I felt the most aggravated once, or for the first time, I was in a mess when I left my home, and I encountered a rich kid in the side of Hezhou who was carrying a privately bought and The Beiliang knife, hard to be that guy in the head knocked out a big bag, if the year in Beiliang, this kind of goods, has long been to me to let the dog bite dead, is also at that moment to realize that there is no Xu Snapdragon this father around, is really a world of difference. As for the later also ate some losses, but it is about to be used as a street rat, it is no longer difficult to get over it. If what bitter head most bitter, the most difficult is on the Wudang Mountain before the practice of the knife, then looking for some outlaws to me as a practice knife stakes, was the head of the horse thieves a knife cut in the body, flesh and blood bloomed the kind of pain, the pain almost have to be rolled on the ground, so that at that time did not have the guts to look down at the wound, uncovered the scar cocoon when they said to themselves do not practice the knife, well at that time, grit his teeth and persevered, and then after that it will always be I can’t forget, even if there are many times in the past few years that my life is hanging by a thread, it is indeed a death and suffering, but still feel that it is not as memorable as that knife.”
Song Yan was stunned, raised his hand and lifted the wine jar, sighed and said: “I’m not afraid of official intrigues and tricks, but I think that if anyone puts a knife on his neck and really wants to watch himself bleed, nine times out of ten, he doesn’t care about what a man of letters is. Hands without binding chicken power, said Song Yan these readers.”
Xu Fengyen joked, “A man will not have no power to bind a chicken, some women in the green house, the ability to bind a chicken, is even better.”
Song Yan spewed out a mouthful of wine, looked down at his crotch and laughed out tears, not caring about wasting that last mouthful of Jian Nan Chun burn.
After laughing, Song Yan turned his head to look at His Highness, “Life is not as good as seven, eight, nine, bitter things.”
Xu Fengyen looked towards the lake and smiled blandly, “After all, I can still talk to people about one, two, three, fortunate thing.”
Song Yan was silent.
Xu Fengyen said, “Song Yan, go bury three more jars of wine, after seven or eight years, if we are both alive, you will send me one. I’ll return you a feudal official who doesn’t lose out to an ambassador of the Jingliu.”