Sun Yin, who had drunk several large bowls of wine, suddenly picked up a pair of chopsticks and lightly tapped the edge of the wine bowl. He softly said, "The capital's snowy night freezes one's fingers, the broken-down temple beggars snore thunderously, the vermilion gates and high walls are warmer than spring, the purple-clothed and white-clothed old nobility, one can't close one's eyes and beg …"
Listening to Sun Yin's long speech, Huan Wen listened for a long time. A bowl of wine was brought to his mouth, but he didn't drink it. In the end, he couldn't help but laugh and scold, "What a mess!"
Sun Yin stopped and didn't say anything.
Huan Wen drank a mouthful of wine and softly said, "But the meaning is still a little bit."
Sun Yin calmly said, "I borrowed it with a piece of silver. I borrowed it, I can't afford it. "
Tantanon was shrewd and experienced. He only leisurely drank another mouthful of wine and let out a string of tsk tsk sounds. It wasn't clear if the wine was too spicy or something else.
Sun Yin asked, "There's no more wine?"
Huan Wen rolled his eyes and said, "Young people shouldn't drink to drown their sorrows. Young people don't know what sorrows taste like. Only seventy or eighty years old, tired of living, would drink to destroy people's livers."
Sun Yin glared and said, "Don't be jealous, speak human language!"
Huan Wen slammed the empty wine bowl on the table and also glared and said, "You don't understand what I mean, kid? There's no more wine for you to freeload! "
Sun Yin slumped against the back of the chair.
Huan Wen said angrily, "If you didn't know to take advantage of your official status and put your first month's salary into your pocket and quickly change it to a yearly payment with that merchant, you wouldn't even be able to enter my door, let alone drink those few bowls of wine!"
Huan Wen was really angry when he spoke of this. He used his finger to fiercely point at the youngest Right Chancellor in the history of the Imperial College. "You've got water in your head! With Beimang and Li Yang as the offensive and defensive sides, talking about martial arts? Talk your head! "
Huan Wen grabbed the wine bowl on the table and threw it at Sun Yin. He didn't care that Sun Yin's forehead was bleeding profusely. He said in a stern voice, "Well, well said, 'In the face of a national calamity, you don't care about your body for martial arts, you don't care about your reputation for literature!' An inch of blood for every inch of land! What a good Beimang! Going straight to Great Peace City! In this world, only you, Beiliang Sun Yin, know the art of war and understand the current situation! "
Sun Yin simply closed his eyes. He did not fight back, nor did he retort.
The more Sun Yin acted like this, the angrier Huan Wen became. He slammed the table heavily. "Do you think His Highness the Crown Prince, who was sitting on the praying mat at that time, is a fool? The head of the secretariat, Qi Yanglong, is a fool?! "
Huan Wen cursed, "Do you think I, Huan Wen, am a fool?! F * ck you! "
Sun Yin said indifferently, "I'm sorry, my mother died a long time ago."
"F * ck you!"
"Also dead."
"I don't care if your eighteen generations of ancestors are dead or not!"
Sun Yin did not speak anymore.
Huan Wen paused, his expression distressed. His hands trembled as he said softly, "Bi Yan 'er never showed favoritism in his life. He only made an exception once for a bastard like you when he was alive."
Sun Yin's expression was wooden. "In the Imperial College, there were so many scholars who felt that the Beiliang's three hundred thousand cavalry should have all died. They even felt that it was okay if the millions of Beiliang citizens died."
"When Yan Zhenchun died, they did not do anything. When Zhang Julu died, they were satisfied."
"These people felt that if they were Yan Zhenchun, they could easily defeat Xie Xi's cavalry. These people felt that if they were Zhang Julu, they could have ruled the world long ago."
"These people were all scholars."
Sun Yin lowered his head and covered his face with his hands. He said in a choked voice, "When I was young, I finally managed to get into a private school. Teacher was a remnant of the Spring and Autumn Period who stayed behind in Beiliang for some reason when Hong Jia went north. I remember that Teacher liked to take us to read and sing the" Song of Everlasting Regret. " Before I left Lingzhou, I saw Teacher for the last time. Teacher said that he did not expect that the sound of reading he heard in Beiliang was the same as the sound of reading he heard in his hometown. So Teacher said that after he died, it was fine to be buried in Beiliang. "
"The Great Peace City of these scholars is so peaceful."
"I do not want to see this kind of peace. I, Sun Yin, want to return to my hometown. I would rather see the smoke of war rise there."
Huan Wen said to himself, "Sun Yin, if you want to return to Beiliang, I will not stop you. But I hope you know that the Great Peace City of the scholars you see is not the true Great Peace City, and not everyone's Great Peace City. "
"This city had my teacher, Zhang Julu, Xun Ping, Yan Zhenchun, and I, Huan Wen, who is still alive. There are many people that you do not know."
"Xu Xiao, Li Xiaoxin, Cao Changqing, Yang Taisui, they were all once in this place. They were so high-spirited, and each of them had a clear conscience."
"When you return to Beiliang, you may become an official, you may be a strategist, you may die on the battlefield with a clear conscience. But if you do not give up today, one day in the future, at a certain time, you will have a chance to say to another young person, 'In Great Peace City, there is me, Sun Yin. In this world, there is me, Sun Yin! '"
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In a secluded courtyard in a narrow alley, a woman sat quietly on the threshold of the inner courtyard. The wooden door of the outer courtyard was open. She looked outside the door.
It was as though she was waiting for someone to come home.
She would occasionally hear the melodious shouts of the hawkers selling candied fruits from the distance. But maybe because this alley was too small, she could not see the figures of the hawkers carrying the candied fruits pass by the door.
She put a hand on her abdomen and said softly, "Border, the child and I are fine."
But we miss you very much.
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