MTL - Emperor’s Conquest-Chapter 65 Fanwaiyi: Yanyan Yufei

The mist spread over the ridges in the distance, and gradually dispersed in the early morning sun.

The green tile powder wall is now hidden among the mulberry trees and the mulberry flutes, and the new mulberries on the moss have spit green buds.

Li Guoer carried Chai He, pushing the door of the courtyard lightly and lightly, and placed Chai He on the root of the wall, carefully built.

Inadvertently slipping down, Gu Lu rolled down to the well platform, shocked the sleeping cat next to Teng Luo, Mi Wu jumped onto the windowsill, stretched a long lazy waist.

Li Guoer hurriedly pinched his lips, waved his cat to drive away the cat, and complained in the heart of this ignorant beast.

Mr. Zi hasn't got up yet, but the voice is softer. Don't disturb his dreams.

The cat was lazily squinting its tail and squinting at him.

But after hearing a creak, the door of the bamboo house opened from the inside.

The husband pushed out the door, and bamboo hair was bundled up. He was only wearing a bamboo gown. The azure color was white. The hem of the shirt was slightly rolled up by the morning wind. The cat jumped down the window sill, twitched at the gentleman's feet, and snorted in his throat.

"Sir got up so early!" Li Guoer grinned, rubbing his hands firmly on the placket, "I'll get you water!"

"Guo Er, I said, you don't need to send firewood every day." The sir looked at the firewood pile on the ground, frowning slightly, and his expression was still warm. "

Li Guoer smiled, he stood still honestly, usually tired and lazy, he didn't dare to reveal, just nodded and listened.

The gentleman looked at him, shook his head and smiled, and Xu Bu went to the well to sip water.

"I'm here, I'm here!" Li Guo'er had sloppy hands and feet, snatched the water scoop, and hit Liang Qin's well water three or two times. "Mr. Wash your face!"

The gentleman smiled, and his fingers knocked on Guoer's forehead, "I can't see you so smart!"

Guoer scratched his head and laughed, watching the gentleman pull up his cuffs, dipped his hands in the water, and leaned over his face.

Water droplets dripped along Mr. Cheek's cheeks, and the horns were wet. The black and white crickets were mixed with a strand of silver and white, and Huafa had already given birth.

In the morning, the sun shone on the gentleman's face, reflecting the water, and it became more transparent and pale, lined with dark eyebrows, straight nose, and sharp-knife-like, it looked nothing like this firework world figure, but The fairy painting came out generally ... Li Guoer looked a little dazed. When he saw a row of water droplets sliding down his cheek, he had to drip into Mr.'s jacket. I held my hand, lest Mr. Zazi be dirty.

The gentleman washed his hands in the water and dipped a pair of slender hands in the water, which looked better than Bai Yu.

"Sir, where did you come from?" Li Guoer lifted his head, asked this question seven or eight times, but stupidly could not help but ask again, knowing that every time his answer is the same— —

"I'm from the north."

This time, the gentleman was still tireless and smiled to answer the same question.

Li Guoer knew that no matter how much he asked, he would not ask more answers.

Mr. is like a mystery, isn't it? It's too many mysteries ... so that he can't think of a lifetime.

Before Mr. arrived, the village had not been a scholar for more than a hundred years.

Although it is a beautiful place with beautiful scenery and rich and simple, but because the mountains are heavy and the water is far away, it has been isolated from the outside world for too long. In the village, men, women, and children know only farming and farming, they work at sunrise, and at sunset, few can read. The rustic folks are also indifferent, happy to content themselves, diligently cultivate on the land left by their ancestors, and have plenty of food and clothing. Occasionally, the arrival of foreigners is always a great event for the whole village.

Li Guoer heard his grandfather say that grandfather was still alive that year. It was when he rushed back to the village to catch the rain that he met the family at the mountain pass.

The sir and his wife, with a white-haired old servant, lost their way on a rainy night.

Xian was exhausted all the way, and the three of them were embarrassed. The husband suffered from the cold and was not very ill. He needed help from his wife.

Guo'er's grandfather was an enthusiastic old man. When he saw that his husband was sick, he brought them to his house, and found the best doctor in the village. He dug up the herbs overnight, and finally let the family survive the crisis.

He claimed that his surname was Zhan. In order to avoid the war in the north, he brought the lady and the old servants in the house not far away.

At first glance, the Yao's maiden was a treasure of the big family. Although she was exhausted, she still had a beautiful appearance and spoke with great style.

The white-haired old servant was even more powerful and powerful than a mature man.

The village has never seen such a charismatic figure, and young and old admired them.

The most admirable, but sir.

When I first arrived, what kind of person was that ... clothed in clothes and sickly, but with a pair of colder eyes than the mountain spring, even the best painters could not paint a face. No matter who he was facing, he always smiled, his smile warmed like April, but in his eyes there was always sorrow that could not be reduced, and he seemed to read all the sadness and joy and understood everything.

After the husband recovered, his body was still weak, and he lived in the village to recuperate.

This residence is seven years.

He lived in the Li family at first and taught Li Guoer to read in his free time. When the neighbors knew about it, they also sent their children. One pass ten, one hundred pass, more and more children came to school. The villagers helped them build a house and repaired the yard. The women taught Yao Niang to cook and cook, and the men helped send wood and food. Whoever killed the pig and slaughtered the cattle and hit the game, did not forget to send a copy to the husband's house.

Mr. and Mrs. Yao have only a three-year-old daughter, and they both love children.

Mr. Yao often teaches in a bamboo house, and Yao Niang sits quietly under the porch of the house, sewing clothes for the children.

Children in the village are accustomed to playing on the wall of a tree. It is common for their clothes to be dirty and torn, and adults in the family don't care, just follow him toss.

The gentleman likes to be neat and clean, the same commoner shoes, and he is spotlessly worn on him.

Every afternoon, when the children came to the bamboo house, Yao Niang always smiled and gave out sweet cakes to everyone. Seeing which child was muddy, his clothes were not uniform, he carefully washed his hands and face, and the ragged coat Take it off and sew it fine.

Among the children, there was a tiger head who was only nine years old and tall and naughty. The tiger's mother has been dead for many years. There are only father and younger brother in the family, and there is no aunt to take care of it, like a mud monkey all year round.

At first he was sent to study by his dad, but turned around and ran without people. Later, when he saw some sweet cakes made by Yao Niang, he came back.

Slowly, the tiger head came more and more diligently, often running to guard Yao Niang early in the morning, waiting for Yao Niang to sew up his shirt.

On several occasions, Li Guoer accidentally saw that the tiger's head deliberately cut his sleeves on the fence outside the house, and then went to find Yao Niang.

Li Guoer secretly told Yao Niang that the tiger head was bad ... Yao Niang smiled and sighed, "Tiger head misses his mother."

Yao Niang and Mr. are the kindest people. The gentleman never speaks to people loudly. Even if he is a bad boy, he never reprimands him, but he can make the most headache naughty ghost in the village obedient.

Only in front of the old and fat Fobo, none of the children dared to be naughty.

Fober doesn't like to talk or laugh.

I usually only do things with my head down. I do n’t see happiness or worry on my face. When I look at people, I like to narrow my eyes and occasionally speak.

Most of the old people in the village are kind and gentle, and have never seen such a strange old man.

Occasionally the child was naughty in the gentleman's house, and when he saw Fauber, he shrank back.

But Li Guoer was not afraid of Fu Bo. Instead, he respected Fu Bo only after Mr.

One day in the middle of the night, Guoer sneaked out of the back door and made an appointment with a tiger head to catch crabs by the river.

At night, the crabs in the sand caves crawled out to breathe. The river beaches were everywhere, and they were small baskets.

At that time, the bamboo house was not built, and the husband's family still lived in Li Guoer's house.

Faber lives in a separate wooden house in the backyard.

The back door was unfortunately locked that night, and Li Guoer had to turn over to the courtyard wall, but he slipped under his feet and planted it with a bucket--

The fall fell, and although it was fatal, it was inevitable to have a **** head.

However, Li Guoer was unharmed.

He fell firmly into Fober's arms.

Just a blink of an eye, before turning up, there was no half figure under the wall.

For a half-old child, Fu Bo took a slap in his hand, pushed it, and seemed to pick up an empty sack.

Li Guoer was still dizzy, and he was already sitting on the ground.

Without saying a word, Fober turned around and walked away. Under the moonlight, he was still haggard and his hair was white and thin.

"It's raining for a few days, and it's finally clear." The gentleman wiped his face, looked up at the sky, and narrowed his eyes in the sun and smiled.

Li Guoer nodded stupidly, but thought in his heart that it would be good if it rained, and it wouldn't be necessary to help the mother kiss the cotton when it rained.

But listening to Mr. Laughing, "Guo Er, let's publish books today."

"Ah?" Guo Er froze, a small face suddenly collapsed.

But Mr. can't help but listen.

"Well, I'll move the book." Guo Er rolled up his sleeves and made a grimace secretly.

The husband turned back and called to the room, "Ayao, I have moved all my books out, and the room has been tide for several days ..."

The window squeaked open, and the hair bun only held half of Yao Niang, exuding a plain face, holding the mule with one hand, holding the window with one hand, and laughing, "You think of it easily. Uncle came back to help. "

"When he comes back from fishing, the sun is gone." The gentleman ignored it and looked like a child when he was stubborn.

Fober took his younger daughter to go fishing by the river again, and he would not return until the evening. Yao Niang couldn't beat Mr., so she had to follow up to help. The cat is at the foot of Yao Niang, Mi Mijiao.

The gentleman moved out of the book from the bamboo house, Yao Niang carefully brushed off the dust, sorted it out, and fruity hands and feet, wrapped in stacks to the yard to spread out ... The three were busy, talking and laughing, but also It's fun.

There is not too much space in the courtyard. Thick volumes of bound books are spread out on stone platforms and stone tables. The pages of the book are blown up by the wind. There are books everywhere.

In the morning sunlight passed through the old locust in the courtyard, and through the shadow of the trees, a mottled halo was sprinkled.

Unconsciously already busy for a while.

The gentleman stood up, sweating slightly on his forehead, and his pale cheeks were slightly flushed with fever.

"Have a break." Yao Niang took the book in his hand and smiled.

The gentleman nodded and looked at Yao Niang, smiling calmly, "Are you tired?"

Yao Niang smiled and said nothing, and walked forward to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He took her hand lightly, put her slender fingers in the palm, and rubbed a shallow cocoon on her fingertips.

These hands in memory have always been like this, covered with horseback riding bows, but the traces left by the pulp and labor have never been smooth and soft, unlike the boudoir Belle. In the past, he always felt regret, and always felt that women's hands should be red and crisp, not so rough. Once upon a time ... He suddenly looked down and sighed, sighing silently, dispelling the scattered and scattered memories floating in his mind, only holding his wife's hand tighter ... nothing ever, never again.

Yao Niang didn't say a word, and let him hold hands quietly, her lips slightly smiling.

The concealed courtyard door creaked.

Hearing Li Guoer's cries of excitement, "Tiger head, Uncle Luo ... Hey, Uncle Luo is here!"

The man laughed at the door, "Is sir at home?"

While talking, footsteps stepped into the hospital.

Yao Niang quickly took out her hand, gathered her hair together, turned to face the courtyard, and saw that the tiger's head was dragged in by his father. There was a tall man beside him, whose appearance was very similar to that of his father, and he was carrying red paper Wrapped satin.

The yard was full of books, and there was almost nowhere to stay. Yao Niang was busy asking guests to sit in the room.

The tiger's head father only stood in the courtyard, rubbing his hands, and said, "Sir, I am here today with the tiger head to thank you ..."

This rough man is not good at talking, he respects the anomaly every time he sees the husband, and he is even more cramped today.

"Brother Luo, what is this? Thank you for your kind attention. Why be so kind." Yao Niang laughed.

The gentleman didn't say much, only nodded slightly, his face a little cold.

The tiger's head was also uncharacteristically, hiding awkwardly behind his father, with a broken face and a bulging look.

The strong man standing aside bowed to the gentleman and said, "In Xia Luo Er, I would like to thank Mr. Xie for his troubles over the years."

"This is my second brother in the family. I have been running outside for business these years. I just arrived home yesterday and I came to visit Mr. Lao." Luo Dacheng laughed in horror. Luo Er's face was windy and frosty, but his demeanor was a little smarter than the people in the mountains. After all, he was walking south and north, and he had seen people in the world, and he was respectful and courteous.

"No need to be polite." Mr. looked indifferent, slightly raised his hand to return the gift.

Yao Niang looked at the husband and laughed at the Luo family brothers. "I heard Guo Er said that Brother Luo returned to his hometown this time, but he wants to lead a tiger head to apprenticeship in the city?"

"I have this intention." Luo Er nodded, glanced at the tiger's head, and said suddenly, "This child has no mother since he was a child. Take a look outside. I think so too. I ca n’t stay in the mountain all my life. Now the world is getting better and better, and the people ’s livelihood is peaceful. "

The man frowned slightly and didn't speak, his eyes glanced lightly from Luo Er's face.

Luo Er glanced at him like that, but he couldn't say what he had originally thought about.

The atmosphere cooled down for a while, and Yao Niang was silent.

"I don't leave, I want to study with my husband!" The tiger's head suddenly spoke, breaking the embarrassment among adults.

The gentleman looked at him side by side, as if smiling, but there was a trace of curls in the corners of his lips.

Yao Niang looked at the tiger's head, smiled gently, and sighed, "Your dad's plan is also good, sir ... I just can't bear you."

The tiger's head lowered his face to stop talking.

Luo Da started rubbing his hands again, it seemed that he had done something wrong, and he got upset with him, and he didn't know what to do.

Luo Er only felt that the gentle and indifferent gaze of his husband seemed to penetrate the world, and he could see nowhere to hide.

"The tiger's head is less than ten years old, and he went out later, always remembering to study, not to be deserted." Yao Niang leaned over and smoothed the angle of the head for Tiger's head.

The gentleman turned away, turned silently, and looked at the books in the yard.

Yao Niang was helpless and smiled apologetically for Brother Luo.

The gentleman spoke quietly.

"Outside the world, is it really good?"

Mr. Luo Erjian opened his mouth and let out a sigh of relief. He smiled happily. "Since he has lived in the mountains for a long time, I don't know. Since the founding of the Holy Land today, the world has been pardoned, taxed military service has been reduced or exempted, fields have been resettled in remote and deserted places ... … Most of those who fled from their homes now return to their hometowns and work hard in farming.

The gentleman was on his back, still not speaking.

Luo Er looked at Yao Niang and saw her bow her head and said nothing, then she said, "In the past, the children of the Han family had nowhere to go except to fight in the army. Many poor children have been elected to Jingshi ... "

Luo Da seemed to understand, he asked with excitement and confusion, "Where is Changqiu Temple, is it a temple? Isn't it a monk to choose someone?"

"Of course it's not a monk." Luo Er was laughing and laughing, but he shook his head and couldn't explain why it was called "Changqiu Temple."

But listening to the gentle hand, he whispered, "Changqiu is the palace name of the Emperor of the Han Dynasty. It is named by the official and its official office is Changqiu Temple. The temple supervisor is the close attendant of the Nakamiya and is also a concubine of the empress. , Declared the will, acted. "

The Luo family brothers suddenly realized.

"Mr. doesn't leave home, he can know what is happening in the world, it's really good!" Luo Er sighed.

The gentleman turned back slightly, and seemed to have a bitter smile, "If it is true as you said ... he is really good."

Luo Er didn't understand it. All he knew was that he said yes, and he was quite applauded. He was immediately encouraged and uttered a lot of words .... He went straight from the Holy Land, talked about the surrender of Beiman, and said that when Jiang Xia returned to the dynasty, How unprecedented. He had not been to Jingshi, but he just heard it from the crowd, and he became more and more impressed, speaking the King of Xia Jiang like a fairy.

Straightened Luo Da, Tiger's Head and Li Guo'er stunned.

Luo Er talked dryly, swallowed his saliva, patted his hand, raised his eyebrows, "After the return of King Jiang Xia, he was worshipped as a prince."

"What is Tai Fu?" Li Guoer interrupted him.

"It is the prince's master, the gentleman who teaches His Highness to study." Luo Er said, looking at the man who stood against his hands, with great admiration.

"What is that His Highness?" Tiger Head asked.

Luo Eryi was stunned, but had time to answer in the future, but was interrupted by Yao Niang with a smile. "Okay, okay, these words aren't too late for three days and three nights. It's not too early in this moment, so it's better to use them down. A light meal. "

The Luo family brothers were busy urging to leave, but Yao Niang couldn't help but talk about pulling Tiger's head and Li Guoer to help cook.

The gentleman also smiled and stayed, looking much more cheerful, not as cold as before.

Seeing Qian Qian's resignation, Luo Er quickly took out the wrapped satin and gave it with both hands. "This is the end of our brother's heart. Thank you Mr. and the lady for teaching them to take care of it for many days. Although things are rough, I still hope the lady will not give up."

Yao Niang refused to accept it and asked him to take it back and make a new dress for the tiger head.

Luo Er also laughed. "The lady must not be disgusted. The two satins are really simple, but now they are not wearing red and green during the state funeral. They have to ..."

Yao Niang stayed for a while, "National Funeral?"

"Yeah, the national funeral is only half a year, and the period of serving filial piety has not yet expired." Luo Er explained, "The mountain is remote and there is no communication, and no such thing as the national funeral has come to the village. No wonder the two do not know."

Seeing Yao Niang's embarrassed look, Luo Erfang wanted to explain, but he heard the husband suddenly say, "Is the empress queen the empress?"

Luo Er shook his head. "The Empress Dowager was a few years ago."

Yao Niang's voice was sharp, "That's ..."

"I respect the queen." Luo Er sighed. "People say that Hongyan is a fragile person. I can't think of you as a mother ..."

He didn't finish his words, but he clawed behind him--

Mr. was standing under the window with a pile of unorganized books behind him. Somehow, he was knocked over by him.

The old books piled up with dust were scattered in a mess, and the dust hit the nose.

The door of the house was opening, and there was a gust of wind blowing through the books.

I don't know what is a stack of old manuscripts sandwiched between books. They fell out and were blown up by the wind. The ink on the white paper was scattered.

Guoer responded the fastest, yelled, and hurried to pick it up.

The yellowed old paper was unusually thin and light. It rolled with the wind, flapping out of the door, and was increasingly scattered by the wind.

Luo Er came back to God, seeing the whole place messy, busy greeting the tiger head to pick up.

"Sir, sir, this drifted into the well ..." Li Guoer screamed anxiously in the yard.

Looking back, I saw the gentleman in the blue shirt standing straight, his hands stiffened in the air, and he looked at the messy paper flying in front of him, his eyes empty. Luo Er called out to him, but his gaze fell straight into the distance, across the courtyard wall, across the fence, across the clouds of the sky ... Chen Sun's alternating sunlight passed through the window, and white flowers dazzled the eyes.

The gentleman's face was illuminated by the sun, without a trace of blood.

Yao Niang stayed for a moment, and the words "King of the Emperor" were circling repeatedly in her ears ... It didn't seem to be true. She hesitated in a dream and woke up to God. The sight of the book was just scattered. Messy, the white paper fluttered and fluttered ... A page of paper, swirling, gently fluttered past her, and fell in front of the other person's feet.

He was still stupid, everything in front of him seemed to turn a blind eye.

Yao Niang opened her mouth to call his name, but her voice was choked on her throat.

Seeing that he finally had a reaction, he slowly leaned down and reached out to pick up the paper in front of him.

It was clearly under his eyes, within reach, but his hand was trembling, and he could not hold the yellowed page several times.

Yao Niang couldn't help but walked forward hurriedly and picked up the piece of paper.

He picked up an empty space, and his outstretched hand was so suspended that he forgot to retract it.

Yao Niang put the paper in his hand and let him hold it ... his hand trembled, and the paper fell to the ground again.

Waiting for Yao Niang to reach out to help, he went straight up the door frame, slowly stood up, and walked out.

"Sir!" Luo Er called him blankly.

He didn't turn his head back, his feet seemed a little buoyant, and he shook as he stepped out.

Luo Er is busy going to help, but listening to Yao Niang quietly said, "Don't go."

Looking back, she saw Yao Niang sitting on the ground with a terrible complexion and a faint smile, "Don't bother him any more."

The tiger's head and Luo Da, who stood aside, came back to God.

Luo Da didn't know what the brothers had just said wrong, and his face became embarrassed.

The tiger squatted down and picked up the piece of paper, and timidly handed it to Yao Niang, "Yao Niang, you don't cry."

Yao Niang was shocked. She turned her head to look at the tiger's head and smiled. "How can I cry ..."

The voice didn't fall, and I felt a warm wet face.

After receiving the piece of paper, the writing on it was scribbled and faint, or was he recorded here when he first arrived here and recovered from a serious illness—

Yan Yan Yu Fei

Chachiki

Guigui

Far away

Look at Phae

Crying like rain

Yan Yan Yu Fei

颉 之 颃 之

Guigui

Far more

Look at Phae

Ren Li Yi Wei

Yan Yan Yu Fei

Up and down

Guigui

Far away from Nanxun

Look at Phae

Hard work my heart

Zhong Shi Renzhi

Its heart

Finally warm and beneficial

Shushen

The thought of the prince

Widowed