As he strolled through the tranquil bamboo forest and gazed at the slender and graceful bamboos with emerald green branches and leaves, they were so dignified, dignified, quiet, and gentle. It was as if he was savoring a peerlessly beautiful poem, and it caused him to feel refreshed and carefree.
Yang Ling did not expect Zhu Panpan, the Lu County Head, and his wife, who looked like rich people, to be such refined people. They lived in such a secluded bamboo forest and even built a huge manor. It was like the land of immortals.
Zhu Panpan was the daughter of the Jun Wang and the descendant of the Zhu family, but she had lived here for more than a hundred years. In terms of status, she could not be compared to Yang Ling, who was close to the Emperor and held great power, so she was very respectful to Yang Ling.
Zhu Panpan smiled and said, "Mr Yang, Lu County is not far from Chengdu, but based on the estimated time, I'm afraid Your Excellency will not be able to continue the journey today. This is a small county, and the post office is very simple and crude. As the landlord, we, husband and wife, have made the decision to respectfully invite the Imperial Envoy to stay here for a while. Speaking of which, our humble abode is a great honor. "
"Not at all, not at all, I have disturbed you. Many thanks to the County Head, your wife and Magistrate Wang for your hospitality." Yang Ling smiled and bowed. Zhu Panpan and his wife were about thirty years old. Although they were stout, their manners were elegant and their conversation was not bad.
Zhu Panpan's guest of honor was surnamed Li, named An. He was a Juren in the 12th year of Hongzhi, and a Jinshi in the 15th year of Hongzhi. He could be considered a very talented person. One must know that although Sichuan had many outstanding people, there had not been a Zhuangyuan in the hundred years since the establishment of Ming Destiny.
Even the current Grand Secretary of the Cabinet, a child prodigy like Yang Tinghe, who was a Juren at the age of 12, made countless scholars in their seventies and eighties feel ashamed and indignant. However, he had never been a Zhuangyuan, so a Jinshi was the top talent in Sichuan. This could be said to be a big anomaly in Sichuan. Even the scholars who did not speak of strange powers could only attribute it to a problem of Fengshui.
According to the rules of the Ming Destiny Imperial Family, the Imperial Aunt was called the Great Elder Princess, the Emperor's sisters were called the Eldest Princess, and the Imperial Daughter was called the Princess. They were all given the title of Golden Book, with a salary of two thousand stones, and their husbands were given the title of Imperial Horse Commandant. The daughters of the princes were called junzhu, the daughters of the princes were called xianzhu, their granddaughters were called junjun, their great-granddaughters were called xianzhu, their great-granddaughters were called xianzhu, and their great-granddaughters were called xianzhu. Their husbands were all called yibin.
These members of the imperial family were conferred nobility level by level. Until now, the descendants of the Zhu imperial family were spread all over the world. These phoenix children and dragon grandchildren who were only responsible for breeding living people had already reached more than a hundred thousand, and every single one of them was a good-for-nothing. Their existence was an extremely heavy financial burden for the imperial court.
Yang Ling had never had a good impression of these people. This time in Sichuan, he was carrying the heavy responsibility of investigating the rebellion of the imperial family. In his heart, he held an attitude of keeping a respectful distance from them. But the more it was so, the more effort he had to put on a good show. Yang Ling also put on a humble and courteous appearance, as if he was very happy with their hospitality.
Li An saw that Yang Ling was in high spirits and said with a smile: "Mr Yang, I have a few close friends who came to visit these two days. They are also staying in my Bamboo Wind Elegant Pavilion. They have long heard of Daren's literary and military strategies, and your talent is outstanding. In the imperial banquet, he engaged in a war of words with the ministers, drove the Tatars to the north, pacified the Wokou pirates to the south, and is a minister who is the pillar of our Great Ming's country. Therefore, I have the intention to establish connections with him. I wonder if Daren is willing to meet me? "
This time in Sichuan, Yang Ling's purpose was to investigate whether the King of Shu had any ill intentions. Although he had to be careful in all aspects, there were people of all religions and nine schools of thought. To have the opportunity to get to know each other was a good opportunity to find clues. Therefore, when he heard this, he immediately said cheerfully, "Honored guest's friends must be local scholars and scholars. This Yang is fortunate to be acquainted with them. This is a good opportunity. Why not?"
Hearing this, Li An clapped his hands and said with a smile: "I have long said that Daren is courteous and easy to make friends. Ha ha … I did not expect it. Daren, this way please."
As if he had won a bet with someone, he happily led Yang Ling to the right and stepped onto a small path. In a short while, they came to the side of a bamboo hut. From inside the hut came the sound of a zither and flute. Li An said with a smile: "Daren, please wait a moment. I will call a few close friends to welcome Daren."
Yang Ling hurriedly stopped him, saying: "Those who enter are guests. Guests should follow the host's wishes. These friends are in high spirits, why disturb them? After listening to this song, we can go in. There is no need to talk about the bureaucratic rules and red tape. "
Zhu Panpan said with a smile: "Once these guests of honor discuss poetry, painting, and musical skills, they will not stop for a few hours. Since Daren does not care about conventional etiquette, then please come in, there is no need to pay attention to them. We husband and wife are good friends. I have a few close friends who are from Chengdu's aristocratic families and officials' families. They went fishing by the bamboo forest stream. I will go and welcome them. "
Yang Ling hurriedly bowed and said: "Xianyu, please go ahead."
Zhu Panpan bowed and led the two maids into the depths of the bamboo forest. Li An went forward and pushed the door open, saying with a smile: "You all are free and unfettered here. I have invited the Mr Yang that you all want to know. Why don't you quickly come forward and greet him?"
Yang Ling followed behind Li An into the room. The bamboo hut was built very simply. There were bamboo windows on the four walls and the windows were covered with green vines. There were only a few bamboo mats and tables in the room. There were three people sitting cross-legged on the bamboo mats. They were barefooted and dressed in light robes with large sleeves.
One of them was about thirty years old, dressed in a white robe. His black hair draped over his shoulders. There was a hint of wildness between his brows and he had the air of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest. He was playing a zither in his hand. Even though he heard Li An's words, his eyes were still slightly closed and his ten fingers were playing the zither.
The other was a young man sitting sideways. He looked to be about the same age as Yang Ling. He was dressed in a black robe and looked as handsome as jade. His long black hair was tied loosely with a light purple ribbon. He looked like a pure black lotus floating on the water. If it wasn't for the white-robed scholar who kept playing the zither, Yang Ling would have looked at him first and wouldn't have had to look at anyone else.
Hearing Li An's words, the black-robed scholar moved the bamboo flute from his lips and smiled at Yang Ling. His eyes were as clear as water.
It was the first time Yang Ling had seen a man with such an outstanding temperament and such a handsome appearance. What was even rarer was the kind of outstanding elegance. Yang Ling was dressed in a python robe and a jade belt. He was handsome and had a graceful temperament. But in comparison, he was inferior to the other.
Yang Ling also silently cupped his hands and smiled at him. He reached out to stop Li An, who was about to interrupt the white-robed scholar's zither playing, and sat down on the bamboo mat. At this time, a young man on the other side smiled at Yang Ling and nodded his head in greeting.
Although this young man's appearance was delicate and handsome, compared to the two friends next to him, he was much worse. He didn't have the wild scholar's demeanor like the white-robed man, nor did he have the elegant lotus like the black-robed man. He was only dressed in an ordinary scholar's green robe. He looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, the youngest of these people.
There was no musical instrument in front of him, only a cup of green tea. His attitude was also very calm. But his eyes suddenly swept over the wild scholar, and when he squinted at Li An, his eyes revealed a kind of understanding and craftiness that didn't match his age.
Yang Ling had seen the famous and talented Four Great Scholars of Jiangnan. But even though the four of them were full of talent, they were not satisfied with their careers and had purposely indulged in debauchery, getting drunk with alcohol. When they truly learned of his identity, they could not help but put down their arrogance and return to the world of mortals, reining in some of their unruliness. But the three people in front of him clearly knew his identity. But whether they were friendly to Yang Ling or playing the zither and singing their own way, there was a kind of calmness in their bones. They didn't have that kind of feeling of awkwardness.
Everyone sat there with great difficulty listening to the white-robed man finish playing a song. Only then did Li An cut in with a smile, "Brother Shijie, this is …"
The white-robed man didn't care. He raised his eyebrows and asked the black-robed young man, "How is this song? When I was on Mount Qingcheng, I listened to the wind enter the pines like waves. I had a moment of enlightenment and improvised this song. I haven't named it yet. Everything in the world is connected. Through songs, one can enter the path of Dao. As small as a family and a room, as large as a government and a country. Just like the government, the key to governing is to hide the wind in the night, to nourish everything silently, to govern a country … "
Li An rubbed his nose and smiled awkwardly at Yang Ling. He said, "This brother is Lu Shijie, known as the Mad Scholar of Qingcheng. He's one of the most talented people in Bashu. But he's arrogant and proud. He's often criticized the stereotyped essays in the imperial examinations. Even though he's well-known, even the chief examiners don't like him. That's why he's so talented but unrecognized."
Yang Ling used to think that these so-called mad scholars and hermits all had great knowledge. It's just that their actions were incompatible with the secular world. Geniuses are lonely, so they can't display their strengths to the fullest. Now that he's an official in the imperial court, he's experienced and knowledgeable. He always felt that these people were too ambitious and boastful. It's not that their knowledge can't be accepted by the world, but that they're self-righteous and have a detached attitude. They always want the whole world to accommodate them. Only then will they feel that the world appreciates them. This kind of person can only be a mad scholar. He can't be considered a talent.
After listening to Li An's explanation, Yang Ling only smiled faintly. He didn't show any anger on his face, but in his heart, he felt some disgust for this famous scholar of Bashu.
Lu Shijie bragged about himself and talked non-stop for a while. Li An was about to interrupt when he said to the young man in green, "Little Shen, you're also proficient in music. What do you think of my song?"
Yang Ling originally wanted to get to know a few people and understand the situation in Bashu. He didn't expect to meet such a person. His heart was filled with disgust. He coughed and cupped his hands, "Brother Lu?"
Lu Shijie turned to look at him. He seemed to be reluctant to be addressed as "Brother Lu". He rolled his eyes and said, "Mr Yang? I've long heard of your name. I've heard from the guest of honor that Your Excellency is coming. Your Excellency is an important official in the court. But since you've entered the Bamboo Hut, although we're in the three realms and the five elements, we don't have to pay attention to the rules of officialdom when we make friends. Otherwise, even the thousands of bamboo poles will be tainted with vulgarity. What do you think, Your Excellency? "
Yang Ling laughed and said, "This is the best. We can sit down and talk with each other, relaxed and at ease. If we still have to distinguish between superiors and inferiors, then it would be extremely boring. This way, we can face each other openly and without any pretense of flattery. That's the best. After listening to Brother Lu's song and listening to your views, Yang seems to have realized something. Since Brother Lu is so open and honest, I want to speak my mind, so I don't have to hold back. "
Lu Shijie looked at him in surprise. The lines on his face eased a little. He squeezed out a smile and said, "Does Mr Yang also understand music theory? There's no harm in speaking your mind. A gentleman is open and magnanimous, not startled by flattery or humiliation. Although I'm known as the mad scholar of Qingcheng, I still understand the meaning of modesty. "
Yang Ling said with a smile, "If that's the case, then I'll speak my mind. When I heard Brother Lu's song, it was very lively. Originally, when I entered this bamboo forest, I felt a gentle breeze blowing, and my mind was calm. But when I heard this song, it was like the sound of gongs, full of joy. "
County Magistrate Wang made a 'puchi' sound. Everyone looked at him and saw that County Magistrate Wang's chin was pressed against his chest. He frowned and puffed his cheeks for a moment, then suddenly turned around and used his fingers to scratch the smooth bamboo wall, making a squeaking sound. He looked like he couldn't bear to part with it and didn't look back again.
Lu Shijie's face was very long, his muscles twitching and he couldn't say a word.
Yang Ling continued, "Yang has several beautiful concubines, all of whom are proficient in music theory. I've also heard them play the song 'Singing the Wind Entering the Pine Tree'. They are all beautiful and charming, and the gentle breeze under their fingers is really pleasing to the eye. Brother Lu's song not only has a strong wind entering the pine tree, but there is also the sound of branches snapping and breaking, a sudden downpour of leaves, a mess. It's extraordinary, really extraordinary … "
"You … you, you …" The mad scholar of Qingcheng's face turned purple. But he had just said that a gentleman should be magnanimous, not startled by flattery or humiliation. If he flew into a rage, wouldn't he be slapping himself in the face? He just sat there, trembling all over, unable to say anything.
Yang Ling continued, "The principle of all living things is interlinked, it's just a saying. Governing a country doesn't comprehend the principle from the country's politics, but from the theory of music instead. Isn't this neglecting the essentials for trifles? What's more, the affairs of a country change according to the situation. Sometimes it focuses on education, sometimes it focuses on law, sometimes it focuses on military affairs, sometimes it focuses on civil affairs, sometimes it focuses on internal affairs, sometimes it focuses on foreign affairs. Any kind of policy is not universally applicable, and it's not a good medicine that can solve everything once and for all.
Knowing and doing is good, knowing and doing is shameful. Not knowing and doing is mediocre, not knowing and doing is terrifying. Brother Lu wants to comprehend the principle of governing a country from a certain matter, and wants to use it for the world one day, it's really terrifying.
I heard that Brother Lu is a genius of Bashu, but you've tried many times without passing. Speaking of which, it's really a great fortune for the imperial court. This trip to Chengdu, Yang met with the local education commissioner and the previous chief examiners. I really have to thank these respectable people on behalf of His Majesty, on behalf of my Ming Destiny's country. "
The squeaking sound on the bamboo wall became more urgent, like a little mouse squeaking.
Lu Shijie was so angry that he almost vomited blood. It's true that he's arrogant by nature and has no one in his eyes, but it's not that he's indifferent to fame and fortune and doesn't want to become an official. Today he's acting so pretentiously, actually because he wants to raise his status, to be original and to attract Yang Ling's attention. If he can get Yang Ling's appreciation, why would he worry about not being able to embark on an official career and from then on have a meteoric rise?
Even though he often goes to the Temple of Marquis Wu, he's not Zhuge Liang, and Yang Ling isn't a big-eared thief. Since he can see that he's showing off, and because he's young and impetuous, he doesn't have the self-restraint of Liu Bei, why would he give him face?
Li An's expression was very ugly. These three are his good friends, and Yang Ling is someone he wants to curry favor with but doesn't dare to offend. He didn't expect Lu Shijie to be arrogant normally, but in front of this important person who can make the six provinces tremble with a stomp of his foot, he still wants to put on airs. In the end, he made everyone unhappy, and even he himself is very unhappy.
Li An forced a smile and tried to smooth things over, saying: "Today I only invited you over to introduce you to a few friends. Brother Shijie's temperament is arrogant, uh … in the afternoon he drank a few cups of wine and was a little rude, I hope you don't blame him. Hehe, I haven't introduced Brother Lu to you. You already know Brother Lu, this young friend is surnamed Yang Shen, he is … "
The young scholar smiled and bowed, interrupting Li An's words. He turned to Yang Ling and said: "I'm from Xindu, I've long heard of your reputation. I heard that in the north you traded with Wuliangha and Jurchen, isolated the Tatars, pacified the Japanese in the south, and established trade relations with ten thousand countries. I was very eager to meet you, and luckily I was introduced by Brother Li. Today I'm able to meet you, it's really the fortune of three lifetimes."
Yang Ling did not know that the seemingly unremarkable Yang Shen in front of him was the son of the Grand Secretary Yang Tinghe, the second generation prodigy of Sichuan. Even though this person was young, he was well-versed in the classics and history, poetry and prose, music, music, calligraphy and painting. Furthermore, he had deep attainments in astronomy, geography, biology, medicine, etc. His knowledge was diverse, and he could be said to be the first person in the Great Ming Dynasty in the past three hundred years.
When he was twelve years old, he wrote a copy of 'Crossing the Qin Dynasty'. His grandfather Yang Chun, who has always been strict with his descendants and doesn't easily praise them, couldn't help but slap the table and praise him: "This is my family's friendship." Yang Shen came to the capital with his father at the age of thirteen, and his poems were seen by the leader of the Chaling Poetry School, Li Dongyang, who was amazed. Although he took Yang Shen as his student, he respectfully called him a young friend. At that time, he was the number one young scholar in the capital, more than two times better than Wang Jinglong and the other seven young masters who have been in the limelight for the past two years.
However, he had returned to his hometown three years ago to fulfill his filial duty on behalf of his grandfather, who had retired from his official duties, due to his poor health. Yang Ling did not ask much about this after he arrived in the capital, so he did not know his true identity.
The man in black did not wait for Li An to introduce him and said with a smile: "I am Zhu Xuanyi, nice to meet you, Mr Yang."
Yang Ling is a person who will return the favor if you give him a foot of respect, especially after he has just dealt a blow to the loathsome Lu Shijie's arrogance. Seeing that these two people are neither servile nor overbearing, he also treated them politely.
When scholars talk, they always talk about poetry, but unfortunately, Yang Ling knows nothing about it. Fortunately, these two people in front of him are not people who only judge people by their literary talent, and they are still very polite to him. Under Zhu Xuanyi's intentional guidance, the conversation gradually turned to the court, especially Yang Ling's recent views on the court's military and political affairs.
There is no need to hide these things. Although Yang Ling's words are not particular, and they can't be said to be simple and elegant, but he is very knowledgeable, and Zhu Xuanyi and Yang Shen are quite moved.
When they talked about Yang Ling's request to set up a martial arts hall but was blocked by hundreds of officials, Zhu Xuanyi sighed and said: "What a pity, what a pity, I have already heard about this. When I first heard about this, I really felt that what you proposed is really something that the predecessors can't do. If the court does as you said and opens up martial arts, not only should it open up the sea, but also the land, it can be imagined how Ming Destiny's military power will change in ten years. "
Yang Shen frowned and thought about it, then shook his head and said: "What a pity, I think that talent is not enough to rely on, and new virtues and achievements should come from knowledge. To know the world, one is to rely on 'reading', to obtain knowledge from personal experience, and the other is to rely on 'records', to obtain knowledge from the records and books of the predecessors.
Martial artists of today had to go through many years of battle before they could gain something, but they couldn't put it into writing so that later generations would have less time to explore. There were many people who had the potential to become famous generals of a generation, but they might have been defeated in the process and lost their lives in the underworld. As the saying goes, a general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand people. In fact, if one becomes a general, isn't it also filled with ten thousand generals?
Sir's military strategy can make the generals understand military affairs, and with the experience of war, it is not difficult to create a batch of famous generals, so that the military power of my Ming Destiny's army will increase. What a pity, the scholars of today are restricted to the ancient books of the predecessors, and do not know how to integrate it with reality. They only talk about the mind, and do not know the changes of all things. Political strategy, military, economic and so on should change accordingly, so that my Ming Destiny can't move forward. The learning of Cheng and Zhu is not shallow. "
Yang Ling's heart was moved when he heard this, "This little scholar has great courage. How many scholars in the world dare to look down on the Cheng and Zhu Sages?"
It is really too difficult to find a bosom friend. Jiao Fang, Gu Daeyong and the others spared no effort to carry out his policies, but they may not understand his long-term intentions, they are just following the trend of interests. Cheng Qiyun and the other confidantes, because of their personal feelings, they don't care if what Yang Ling does is right or wrong, good or evil, they only care about helping him to do it.
Only these two people in front of him, the more they talk, the more congenial they are, their understanding and views have too much in common. Sometimes when Yang Ling is halfway through his sentence, the two will clap their hands and praise him, immediately pointing out his intention. Originally Yang Ling saw Lu Shijie's unrealistic and arrogant look, and thought that these two good friends of his are only good-for-nothings. Right now he has a feeling that he knows them well, and regretted not meeting them earlier.
Lu Shijie was left out in the cold, but it is not convenient for him to brush his sleeves and leave, so as not to appear to be narrow-minded. It's just that he can't get a word in edgeways, and he doesn't agree with Yang Ling's views, so his calm face looks ridiculous.
Yang Shen pondered for a moment, smiled and said, "Actually there is no need to rush these things. Sir is opening the sea to trade, exchanging the strategies of ten thousand countries, in my opinion, it is not just to increase taxes. Sir's move has a far-reaching impact, and the intention is profound. "
Yang Ling looked at him with delight. Today, when the Lu County Magistrate and his wife invited him, he thought there is some conspiracy, but he did not expect that it is just a few of the County Magistrate's good friends who are concerned about national affairs and want to discuss it with him.
The two young people in front of him have an extraordinary way of talking, and what is more rare is that although they do not have the foresight of hundreds of years of history, their knowledge is far beyond the current scholars who have been poisoned by Cheng Zhu's theory of etiquette. If it is not because some of their views are obviously still stuck in the modern era, Yang Ling will really suspect that the two of them are also brothers who have traveled through time.
If the two of them were to become officials and become important officials in the imperial court, they would definitely become his most capable assistants. Thinking of this, Yang Ling leaned forward to ask the two about their intentions. Suddenly, he heard a sweet and gentle voice outside the bamboo hut, "Fuzi, clean these two fishes. We'll make a light bamboo shoot fish soup tonight."
"Yes, Miss. Wow, are these the fish that Miss caught? What a fat and big pair of fresh fish, "another sweet and crisp voice said.
The previous voice giggled. "I don't have the patience to fish. I've already thrown the bait into the stream and fed it to the fishes. The fishes must have eaten their fill. Little Sister Fang didn't catch a single fish because of that. This was caught by Madam Liu, and I snatched it. Otherwise, how embarrassing would it be to return empty-handed? "
Fu Zi also laughed, and then heard Miss's voice say, "Where is Master Zhu and the others? Have they gone to the forest to drink again?"
Fu Zi replied, "Shh, they are in the bamboo hut. I heard from the County Magistrate that the Imperial Envoy, Mr Yang, has arrived, and they are having a chat with Mr Yang."
The sound of footsteps walking towards the bamboo hut stopped, and then a faint and graceful voice said, "Oh, then I will return to my room first."
Li An smiled at Yang Ling, "It is Miss Yanran, the daughter of Chieftain Zhuoji, Lord Tuoba Yu." He then smiled at Zhu Xuanyi, "Miss Yanran is looking for you, why don't you go out and take a look?"
Zhu Xuanyi blushed, and bowed to Yang Ling and the others with a smile, then got up, put on his shoes and walked out.
Yang Ling nodded, and he sat near the door. At this moment, he turned his head slightly and saw Zhu Xuanyi standing at the edge of the bamboo forest, and next to him was a woman wearing a bamboo hat, holding a bamboo basket and fishing poles. Because she was standing sideways, the bamboo hat was on her head, and only the tip of her sharp nose, slightly raised red lips, and a beautiful chin could be seen.
She was dressed in a light and graceful gauze dress. Her ink-dyed hair was tied up with a pure white silk handkerchief. Her hair fluttered in the wind. Behind her beautiful figure were slender and beautiful bamboos. She was as gentle and moving as a painting …
There were many beauties in Sichuan, but why did this Sichuan girl look like a girl from Jiangnan? She was gentle and charming, and lacked a little … Oh, because there was no chili in Sichuan now. Yang Ling suddenly thought of the bags of chili seeds he brought back to Sichuan.
He saw Zhu Xuanyi chatting with her for a while, and then he walked back, but the girl gracefully hid in the bamboo forest, and he could not see her face clearly.
Zhu Xuanyi entered the room and said with a smile, "Just now, I instructed Fuzi to make soup and braise one of the two fish, as well as a few exquisite and unique Sichuan dishes. Since we had such a good chat today, we should get drunk together tonight, haha."
Sichuan Cuisine originated from the ancient Ba and Shu countries, and it had already taken shape during the Han and Jin Dynasties. It took shape during the Sui and Tang Dynasties, and it was flavorful and spicy. Even before chili was introduced, it had already become one of the eight major cuisines, and it was famous in China. Zhu Xuanyi was from Shu, so he could not help but feel proud when he talked about it.
What surprised Yang Ling was that the pretty girl he saw just now was actually the maidservant Fuzi. If the maidservant knew the master, then he could imagine what kind of person Tuoba Yanran, whom he had only heard of but never seen, was?
Sichuan Beauties!
Yang Ling secretly repeated this sentence in his heart.
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Song Ai carried a bow and a knife, and held a few bamboo leaves in her hand. She walked side by side with Wu Hanchao in the bamboo forest.
"Hey, we are reaching Chengdu soon. Is your father easy to talk to?"
"What do you mean easy to talk to?" Wu Hanchao rolled his eyes.
"Aiya! It's just … "Song Ai's face turned red, and she said shyly," It's just … how is your father? How is his temper? Will he object to us being together? Wait, wait, wait, wait. "
Wu Hanchao loved to see her embarrassed expression, and now that he had achieved his goal, he could not help but laugh, "Don't worry, my father is very kind. He is a scholar in Hongzhi's 12th year. He is an honest official, gentle, gentle, and open-minded. As for his looks, he is not fierce. I am his son, you can tell just by looking at me. Don't worry. "
Wu Wending was a scholar, but he was both a scholar and a warrior, especially a warrior. Otherwise, he would not have sent his son to Wudang to learn martial arts, instead of forcing him to take the imperial examinations with a ruler.
It was true that he was an honest official. He was generous in his discussions, liked to talk about the art of war, and was good at judging cases. He once quarreled with the Duke of Wei, Xu Ke, over a case. It was also true that he was a gentle person, but that was when he was with his precious son, who only came home once every few years. It was also true that he was a gentle person, but that was when he was with his wife. As for his looks, he had a long beard, a three-foot waist, tiger-like eyes, and thick eyebrows … Wu Hanchao was like a mother.
Song Ai smiled sweetly, and the bamboo in her hand swayed. Her heart was also floating, and she felt dizzy as if she had drunk four bottles of wine. She suddenly stopped, put her arms around Wu Hanchao's neck, and said, "Xiao Wu, come, kiss me."
Wu Hanchao was startled, and quickly looked around, saying, "No, the soldiers are patrolling, don't let anyone see us."
"It's okay, just a little, good girl!" Song Ai pouted, and had already moved closer.
"Who is it? Come out! " Wu Hanchao suddenly pushed her away, and stared sharply at the bamboo forest in front of him. His hand was already holding the hilt of his sword.
"Huh? There's someone? " Song Ai was both embarrassed and angry. Yang Ling's bodyguards were stationed in the Bamboo Garden, and the people patrolling the area were all her men. If these b * stards saw her asking for a kiss, she would not be able to live anymore. Any girl dared to be intimate with her husband in private, but there were not many who had the courage to do it in public.
Although the bamboo forest was dense, there were still gaps in the middle of the bamboo poles, so it was impossible to hide someone close, only … The two people's eyes involuntarily focused on one place. There was a short bamboo that had just grown to half a person's height, and it was mixed in with the tall bamboo. The branches were luxuriant, and the green leaves covered it. If one wanted to hide someone, they could only hide behind it.
Song Ai flew into a rage out of humiliation and shouted, "Which idiot is it? Immediately come out and accept your death, or else I will take your life! "
The wind blew the bamboo leaves, and there was only the sound of rustling in the bamboo forest, but there was no movement.
The two people looked at each other, and their faces became dignified. Wu Hanchao slowly unsheathed his sword, and Song Ai also took out her bow, and put an arrow on it, and slowly approached.
Suddenly, the shadow of the bamboo moved, and there was a crisp 'ding' sound. Song Ai was startled, and a pair of gold coin darts fell on the ground in front of her. They bounced on the soft ground twice, and then stopped moving. Then there were two more 'ding' sounds. Wu Hanchao's eyesight was amazing, and the person behind the bamboo forest shot three gold coin darts, and all of them were intercepted by him.
Song Ai was angry, and she pulled her bow, and an eagle feather shot towards the center of the bamboo forest. The arrow did not appear, but a person wearing a bamboo hat had already jumped into the air, and the saber in his hand chopped down towards her.
Wu Hanchao pulled Song Ai, and they slid three feet away. There was a 'kacha' sound, and the person did not have time to withdraw his saber, and a bamboo pole was cut in half. The person's reaction was also very fast, and when his first attack missed, he immediately swung his saber again, and the long bamboo fell down towards Wu Hanchao and Song Ai.
The person took the opportunity to quickly turn around and rush into the bamboo forest, and in a few leaps, he flashed more than a hundred feet away. Song Ai only saw a shadow flash by her side, and Wu Hanchao had already chased after him. In the blink of an eye, the two had disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.
This person's bamboo hat was pressed down to the space between his eyebrows, and his movement was incomparably fast. From the beginning to the end, Song Ai could not clearly see whether he was a man or a woman, old or young. Song Ai was worried that Wu Hanchao would be lost, and hurriedly chased after him.
Song Ai only chased for a moment, and then she saw Wu Hanchao jump up and down, and his speed was not any slower than when he went out, and he unexpectedly ran back at lightning speed.
Song Ai was surprised, and said, "So fast? Where is he? Did you lose him, or did you kill him? "
Wu Hanchao shook his head, and said, "I lost him!"
Song Ai rolled her eyes, and suddenly said with a smile, "Was it because you were afraid that I would be snatched away, so you ran back with your butt on fire?"
Ever since Wu Hanchao suffered a loss, and after he let Yang Ling be kidnapped, he had indeed become enlightened. Bodyguards could not be as ruthless as gangsters, and safety was the most important thing in everything. Otherwise, if the person they were protecting died, even if they single-handedly killed ten thousand enemies, they would still fail. He hurried back because he was indeed worried that the kidnappers had other helpers, and that they would harm Song Ai's life. At the same time, he was anxious to report to Yang Ling, so that he would be on guard.
After hearing Song Ai's words, he snorted with a black face, and said, "You talkative woman, I can't wait for you to be snatched away, and then I can have peace from now on! Let's go back and report to His Excellency. "
Song Ai did not hear the words of love that she wanted to hear, so she pouted unwillingly and walked with him. In the bamboo forest, Song Ai kept saying, "Hypocritical, hypocritical, hypocrite, you don't even know how to say something nice … You don't even dare to kiss me, you don't even …"
With a crisp "pa" sound, Song Ai let out an "ouch" and stopped nagging.
Wu Hanchao's voice laughed, and said, "Mr. Yang's family discipline is really useful, haha, looks like I have to use it often in the future!"
Song Ai's voice became unforgiving again, and she said, "Mr. Yang's family discipline? Whose butt did Mr. Yang spank? Well, well, you actually eavesdropped on Mr. Yang's footsteps, see if I don't tell His Excellency. "
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