Bamboo horse, bamboo horse, cheating and fraud

From the capital to Jianghuai, it may not be possible to reach it in a month at a fast pace.The horse that Xiaoquan gave me had already run so much that its mouth and nose sprayed with blood. I watched it stagger with the last of its strength, and finally collapsed on the ground with its legs bent.I fell to the ground dejectedly, and had to look for another horse, and there was a delay in this.

Water and land run side by side, and I only closed my eyes twice in ten days.

Once, he was lying on the horse's back, and his eyelids closed unconsciously.In a daze, the horse was startled by the passing frame and ran wildly. Fortunately, the potbellied businessman woke me up with a whip in a hurry, so that I would not be crowned the Pavilion of Bliss.

And the second time, I drove a flat boat and went straight down the river to Jiangling.I couldn't hold it any longer, so I closed my eyes and took a nap for a while. In a daze, I dreamed that I was back in that familiar alley again. I rushed out early to cheat money. Before I left, I told Yunxuan to keep an eye on the stove He was burying himself in the pile of sage books, and the sun was shining on his white clothes through the bamboo window.He raised his head and only answered me casually, then lowered his head again.When he opened the door and went out, he saw Ah Zhe fighting crickets outside the door...

In the past, I often lamented that personnel and affairs are easy to divide, but now I suddenly realize that some things are not too early, and then I hate it too late. Only that night in Lixia was just right.

Just arrived at Xiao Luo's Biezhuang that night, the moon was just right, the wind was clear and clear, the mountains were long and the water was far away, the sky was high and the sea was wide.When you open the cellar, you will be greeted by the aroma of wine.No matter what he understands righteousness, what is the world's hatred!In the huge Biezhuang, each of the four people held a jar of vintage wine in their hands, no more, no less, just right.

Taoists discuss Taoism, Yun Sui composes Fu, Xiao Luo plays swords, and Ji Tan folds flowers.The Tao is endless, the sentences are endless, the sword dance is never tiresome, the flowers are never tired, and the monkey wine is also drinking one bowl and another bowl, and hugging one jar and another jar, as if there is always no end.

When I woke up, I was already lying in Xiao Luo's mansion.

A guy pushed the door open, I stumbled up, grabbed his collar and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

The boy showed fear, and held out three fingers to me tremblingly.

My calf gave way, I staggered and couldn't stand still, and overturned the medicine that the boy sent me.The boy thought he was not taking good care of him, so he fell to his knees with a "plop" in fright.

I stood there dumbfounded, a little at a loss, when the butler in the house heard the movement and rushed over to hand me a letter.

I opened it, and it was Xiao Luo's handwriting. He roughly guessed that there was an accident in the capital, and he had already rushed away. The rest was nothing more than telling me to cultivate my health before returning to Beijing.

Xiao Luo's meaning is obvious, and I also know my situation.Now I am also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river. Even if I go, I will throw myself into a trap. It is better to escape one by one.But my life was given by Yun Rong, and now that he is still in prison, how can I sit still and wait for death.

But that letter was at least a dose of reassurance.Xiao Luo has always been reliable in his work, if he finds a way to ask someone to help, at least Yun Rong's hope of escaping danger will be greater.

Putting the letter in the furnace and turning it into ashes, I ignored the housekeeper's earnest advice and set foot on the road back to Beijing again.

On the day of entering Beijing, the sky suddenly became very strange.The summer wind blows from Mobei, and it slaps on the face like a knife, making people's cheeks hurt.The dust that had accumulated on the roof for a long time along the way was completely blown away by the gust of wind, drawing a few large circles in the wind, stirring up the sky to be full of smog, and finally settled down slowly.

The strict investigation at the city gate has been withdrawn, I rode into the city openly, and then tied the horse not far from the city gate.

The sun had not yet risen that day, but the sky was exceptionally clear, and the heavy rain pierced the eyes sorely.

I casually glanced at the city gate, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.All kinds of people came in and out at the city gate, I was secretly glad, but fortunately my eyes were sharp, otherwise it would not have been easy to find him in the bustling crowd.

Without thinking much, I stepped forward in surprise; "Brother Xiao, what a coincidence, I was wondering where to find you just now!"

But Xiao Luo didn't say a word, just pursed his lips tightly, took a deep look at me, hesitated to speak, then slowly lowered his head, there seemed to be endless sorrow in his eyes.

My heart feels like a knife has been ripped open, and all the premonitions, worries, and despairs of these days are pouring out.

"Sorry." He whispered two words in his throat.

Following his gaze, he saw a dark blue earthenware urn in his arms.

There is only vastness left between heaven and earth, and my mind is empty.

On the lush hills outside the capital, I found a place to set up a clothes tomb.

I have been a Taoist priest for a long time, but I don't know much about Fengshui.I am ashamed to say that the reason I chose this place is that I can see the most prosperous place in the capital if I look down the mountain from that place.

That was the peaceful and prosperous age that Yun Rong had been pursuing all his life, but it was a pity that the prosperous age was not big or small, it accommodated millions of people in the world, but it couldn't accommodate him alone.

He is just a victim of this powerful family fighting for power and profit, unfortunately drowning in this turbulent undercurrent.

I thought about it for a long time, maybe I only did one thing for more than ten years, and that was to keep following in the footsteps of Yun Rong. Familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics by heart, until he truly understood the world in his heart.It's a pity that his heart was attached to the world, and he was buried in the world in the end.

In other words, we are all the victims of this era, a dispensable speck of dust in the torrent of history, but we also dominate the lifeblood of the entire era.

People are like knives, I am just fish and meat.Father is, Uncle Yun is, Yun Sui is, and I am too. We have always been just praying mantises blocking the traffic.

I don't know where I will go, let alone when such days will end.

Those who have string sounds will come out of the mountain in mourning.Looking around, the smoke from cooking in the imperial city is curling up, and people live and work in peace and contentment, creating a scene of harmony and happiness.In the crevices of the rocks next to the mossy path down the mountain, there are rugged and exotic pines, which are evergreen.

However, the flames of war in Mobei continued year after year, and a large number of refugees fled to this peaceful and pure land.

A pair of mother and son dressed as barbarians walked towards them, and the child raised his head, showing his round face, and asked with rounded eyes, "Mother, the rebel rebel was finally killed, so there will be no more bad guys in the future?" , can we go home too?"

The woman gently pushed back a lock of hair on the child's forehead, her smile was full of doting: "Silly child, there is no end!"

Yes, there is no end!

Where there are people, there will be right and wrong, there will be rivers and lakes, there will be swords and swords, fighting and fighting, there will be open and secret fights, you will rob each other, and there will be endless disputes...

A big dream in the world, several times in life is cool.

When is the end, where is the end?