Xu Beizhi didn't take the wine pot that Chen Wang handed back to him. Instead, he looked at the end of the street again and muttered, "I fought with that guy from Beimang all the way back to Beiliang. During that time, I narrowly escaped death many times. For example, I was blocked by the fifth raccoon of Bubing Mountain, but I never doubted that I could make it to Beiliang alive. Deep in my heart, I always felt that as long as I was by that guy's side, even if the sky fell, he would be the first to go up. In short, he would die first, then we would die. "
Xu Beizhi grinned. "Just like how this guy won't tell me how much the Liyang imperial court values me, I won't tell him either."
Suddenly, Xu Beizhi slapped his thigh. "Damn it! That time when I arm-wrestled with Zhong Hongwu in Lingzhou's Dragon Eye County, I was so drunk that I passed out. It was this guy who carried me back. Don't tell anyone about the drunken talk! "
Chen Wang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. You're still thinking about this kind of thing at a time like this?
At this time, Chen Wang remembered that in the Ministry of Revenue's files, there was a trivial matter about Xu Beizhi that was easy to overlook. In Beiliang, Hsu Fengnian and Xu Beizhi, who were close friends, actually never called each other brothers. However, Hsu Fengnian was a persimmon, while Xu Beizhi was a tangerine.
If it wasn't just in Beiliang, but in the imperial court, the relationship between the two could probably be called a model of a ruler and his minister.
Chen Wang thought of the current emperor.
He smiled knowingly.
He also sat on the threshold and began to drink. It was a very unfamiliar taste. After all, he hadn't drunk this kind of hometown wine for more than ten years.
But he still felt that
Beiliang's hometown had raised him, and Liyang imperial court had recognized his worth.
There was no way to have the best of both worlds, and not let down one's family and country.
Would he let them both down in the end?
Just like how he let her down?
Chen Wang suddenly raised his head and finished the Green Ant wine in the pot in one gulp.
Xu Beizhi suddenly laughed. "Master Chen, actually, maybe there will be a day when you return to your roots."
Chen Wang gripped the wine pot tightly and said softly, "I'm not going back anymore."
Regrets in the world often begin with the word goodbye.
And the most fortunate things in the world would only happen when they truly meet again.
Unfortunately, there were many regretful things and few fortunate things.
Chen Wang repeated, "I'm not going back anymore."
— —
The young eunuch slowly stood up and pressed one hand on the wheel of the well. "Your father, Zhang Julu, Cao Changqing, and you, as well as those old people from the previous dynasty who have long been forgotten by people before Li Yang, are actually the same kind of people. I don't like any of you, but if I ask myself honestly, the reason I don't like you is that I envy you."
The young eunuch fell into reminiscence. "A few years after Li Yang was founded, the Diligent Room that taught the children of the Zhao family existed for a few years. A long time ago, I admired scholars very much, so I often went there to listen to the sound of reading. I've forgotten a lot of the content, but I don't know why, but I still remember some of it. The wind and rain are bleak, the wind and rain are whistling, the wind and rain are gloomy, seeing the gentleman … "
Seeing the gentleman!
After the young eunuch came back to his senses, he looked down at the young king who was still sitting on the well and said with a smile, "In my heart, Cao Changqing and the others are gentlemen, and so are you. So whether you live or die, I'm very happy."
The rain on the street was getting heavier and heavier, and the young eunuch's smile was getting thicker. "Perhaps being regarded as a gentleman by an unknown eunuch is not something to be happy about, right?"
Hsu Fengnian stood up. "Of course, being regarded as a gentleman is something to be happy about. But seeing you, I'm not happy. "
The young eunuch smiled and said, "If you're not happy, let's fight?"
Hsu Fengnian smiled and replied, "That's exactly what I want. It's better not to talk about things that can be solved with fists. If we can't fight, we can sit down and continue to reason. "
The young eunuch praised, "No wonder you said that your skin is thick. I've seen it."
Hsu Fengnian raised his head and looked at the gray sky. "Someone once taught me that walking the jianghu, one must be thick-skinned to be popular."
At this moment, Fan Xiaochai in the distance seemed to be unable to bear being reduced to a spectator. She slowly unsheathed the cold knife at her waist and began to run madly in the rain.
Mei Fengjie could not stop her.
If one took a closer look, they would notice that Fan Xiaochai's clothes were dripping with rainwater. Although it seemed light, Fan Xiaochai's body was originally leaning forward, but after a dozen steps, it was as if a mountain was pressing down on him. He was forced to bend his back and charge forward.
On this street, every drop of rain represented a true meaning.
Bit by bit.
Blood began to flow out of Fan Xiaochai's seven orifices, but this stubborn woman continued to charge madly forward. Every step she took made the ground more and more oppressive and stagnant.
With his back to Fan Xiaochai, Hsu Fengnian casually waved his sleeve, and she was immediately sent flying backward and crashed into a wall.
Her back was pressed against the wall, and some of the blood and rain slid down.
Mei Fengjie turned back to look at Fan Xiaochai, who had returned. His eyes were filled with helplessness and fear.
The young eunuch stretched out his arm and opened his palm. All the raindrops that fell on his palm did not turn into rain. Instead, they bounced up one by one. They did not bounce up in a straight line either, but instead flew in an arc and finally gathered into a circle.
The young eunuch smiled. "I'm actually not very good at fighting, but … I've never lost."
This time, Hsu Fengnian directly pressed his left hand against the cold knife at his waist. "I'm not as old as you, but I've definitely fought more than you. And I … have never died."
Having never lost, of course there was a domineering aura in the ordinary.
Having never died, on the other hand, sounded like a joke, but it was absolutely impossible to laugh.
On a small street, there were two land immortals.
One was the youngest, and the other was the oldest. Because of the difference in age, there was a difference of several hundred years.
The wind and rain were dark, and a gentleman could be seen.
But they still had to fight.
The old eunuch could not help but have the urge to curse. Didn't they say that gentlemen use their words and not their fists?!
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