Only God is left

There are not many opportunities to be sentimental, and soon another matter is in front of us. This expedition has really caught up with the eventful spring.When Han Lingkun was stationed in Yangzhou, he repeatedly advanced and retreated, and his behavior was so abnormal that the emperor had to worship the veteran Xiang Xun as the Huainan Jiedu Envoy to serve as the Yuanjiang recruiter to suppress the formation. Now the reason has come to light. Han Lingkun's father who has never been peaceful Finally made a false decree.

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Han Lun, the former Sima of Xuzhou, was also the father of Ling Kun, the commander of the guard Ma Jun.

And Ling Kun led Chenzhou and moved to Lunxuzhou.He was dismissed and returned to Wanqiu. Most of them used the law to interfere with the county government, privately seeking market profits, amassing people's wealth, and public and private troubles.Wu Yuyique, a citizen of Xiangcheng, complained about the matter, and ordered the imperial servant in the palace to follow it.Lun fraud reported that Ting Yun was ordered to go to the palace, and Ting played it.Shizong was angry, pursued and impeached Ju Fu, and the law should abandon the market.Ling Kun weeps and invites Shizong, so he is exempted from dying on the island.

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At the beginning, Han Lingkun said that he would deal with it alone when something happened, but at this juncture, he couldn’t push his hands away after all, just like what Han Lingkun said back then, "Who made me grow up?" dear father.We all know that the family friends of the Han and Zhao families are not hesitating to put the matter on the table now, they found countless people in many twists and turns, and finally saved him. According to the emperor's temper, he can't say more at this time.He persuaded Han Lingkun to find an opportunity to find a pardon and bring him back. Han Lingkun's face was very ugly, and he was silent for a long time before he said: "I might as well look for an opportunity to resign from this job and let the whole family move over."

Zhao Kuangyin frowned immediately when he heard his tone of voice, "What nonsense are you asking for!"

Han Lingkun let out a long sigh and did not speak again.

Anyway, it's over.

………Reference………

Bingchen, Emperor Beihuan, Xia, April, Jisi, to Daliang.

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Since the soldiers left Huainan, every time I returned to Beijing, there was nothing easy. The first thing I did last time was to hold a funeral, but this time the first thing I did was to set up wine.

There were a lot of people looking for people before, so if you find someone, you have to follow the rules. The first thing is to set up wine, Han Lingkun wants to invite one, and he also invites one.On his side, besides following the rules, there was another layer. There was reliable news from the court suggesting that the emperor was going to give him the Jiedu envoy's axe, so he took the opportunity to explore the wind direction to pave the way for the future.

He could vaguely feel that if Gao Huaide accepted the emperor's win over this time, these things would not all fall on him now.

The two haven't seen each other since they came back, so they have to go there after finishing all the affairs on the scene.

Panxia is a certain-sized restaurant in the city, and the invitations, tables, drinks, food, music, and women are all arranged—he doesn't think it's important for singing, girls, and music, but some people think that these are indispensable, so it must be done.It's like drinking for a social gathering. It's not about whether you can drink or not when you're at the banquet, but you have to drink when you come. Teacups, two glasses of wine and one cup of tea. After running a few more times for water, you can continue to drink. Usually, at the end of the drinking, everyone is staggering and no one can tell whether he is drinking water or wine.

This time, it was a bit tricky. People from dozens of tables upstairs and downstairs had to go to visit, and a table with a dozen cups was poured, and the steps behind were a little fuzzy but still awake.He knew that it was best not to speak at this time, and if he opened his mouth for sure, he would utter some troublesome nonsense. If he didn't speak, he put on a smile and continued to drink. He drank until he was top-heavy and felt that someone was helping him, and he couldn't hear who was laughing with his tongue out. He was shouting for something, at this moment, the energy conservation had stabilized, he resigned from the seat, and walked out standing up, even if he won, after that, he was rushed out without distinguishing who came.

The noise of people around was far away, and the surrounding area was much quieter. The alcohol that had been suppressed before surged up and suddenly felt dizzy. The person helping him was very close to him. It was not the smell he was familiar with but a smell A faint, unknown floral fragrance.He smelled the novelty, so he posted it up and muttered inarticulately while sniffing, "Ancestor, what does this smell like on you?" He seemed to hear some people laughing and talking in a trance, and the voice seemed a little thin. If you can't tell the truth, what happened next is all in the fog.

The next morning, before he opened his eyes, he was thinking dizzily that Gao Huaide didn't like him drinking, and he didn't wash off the alcohol last night. It's a wonder that he was still lying quietly beside him and didn't kick him up. .Thinking about it again, something seemed wrong. After waking up for a while, I could smell strange scents, and the skin of the person in my arms seemed to be softer and smoother—no, when did his hair become so smooth?

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the top of a woman's head, and now he was fully awake.

died.

This was the first thought that popped into his mind.

Hurrying to get out of the bed to find clothes, the woman on the bed woke up after such a toss, and sighed lazily and turned around lazily on the bed.

He took one look, and after one look, couldn't help but take another look.

He admitted that it was a very beautiful woman, but the fact is that he had never seen such a beautiful woman. (…no more descriptions…bet you don’t want to hear this guy’s description…)

After reading it, he still went to get the clothes. It's not that he can really be beautiful and indifferent, otherwise he can't be here now.But what can be beautiful, there are even more beautiful ones, and the maid who sits on the temple is the most beautiful, can she live a life, just take a look and go.

Can it be better than his people?

Turning around, I saw a gold-painted lacquer plate on the table of the Eight Immortals, and the clothes were neatly folded like new ones and smelled fragrant.

The woman smiled subtly: "Last night, I saw Master Zhao's clothes were stained by alcohol, so I ordered my servants to wash them."

I also tried my best to squeeze out a smile and finally answered—Bodhisattva, Buddha, Gods and Immortals of all directions, please don't let him meet people who shouldn't meet at this time, don't say anything, just this body smell can give him away from three feet away sold.

He paused while shaking off his clothes, then turned around and asked, "Miss, what's your name?"

The woman was stunned, and then said in a gentle voice: "My family name is Han, and the small characters are Sumei."

"Ah, that's Miss Han, please worry about Miss Han."

This time Han Sumei was really stunned. No matter the elegance or vulgarity among the people looking for flowers and willows, which one is not the heart and soul? There is no meaning of contemptuous eyes.

It's just a matter of habit.A man should go out and fight with ruthless characters, only a coward can bully a woman to show off his strength, his father, a soldier and a horse, spent his whole life outside, drinking and drinking, and the scenery is endless, and when he returns home, he immediately acts like a docile chow chow in front of his mother He scolded, growing up in this environment directly affected him until now, no matter what women he met, he would be soft and behave like a human right away.

"Master Zhao, you are really interesting." Seeing that he got up early and nervously violated the military order, Han Sumei half leaned on the bed and looked at him with a clever smile: "Is the one in Mr. Zhao's family so powerful?" ?”

"Oh, well——" If the person was at home, he would really have no life. Now he has no idea what will happen—the more he thinks about it, the more frustrated he becomes. Can't even look at your belt?Is he a beast?

"Oh, that's 'the one' next to Mr. Zhao."

He was quite surprised, the hand buckling his belt paused for a moment and looked over.

Seeing his reaction, Han Sumei knew what she was saying, Shi Shiran smiled and said: "When it comes to three secrets and six strategies, my family is not as good as Mr. Zhao, but when it comes to these things, you are not as good as my family."

That's right, what they do is this line of observation all day long, and it's not surprising that they can see it at a glance.

If this matter in the world can be seen at a glance, how much lighter it would be.

"Master Zhao, don't blame me for talking too much. What's bothering Master Zhao?" Observing his expression without any trace, Han Sumei smiled: "I don't know about Anbang's establishment of the country and the land and borders, but if it's a matter between men and women, my family Then there is nothing to know.”

If it's really okay between men and women-on second thought, yes, this is really a person who can ask.

"Yes, there is one thing, he..." He subconsciously paused when he said it, and continued after remembering that he couldn't distinguish between men and women in his speech: "He has done too much for me, how can I tell him not to do things for me, from me Take it easy."

This kind of plot is obviously rare, Han Sumei blinked her eyes: "...the two are...interesting people..."

Leaning on the collapsed bed, Han Sumei thought for a while and then said in a low voice: "When I was young, I read some ridiculous stories written by people from the Tang Dynasty, and now I still remember one about Xue Haoqing, a maidservant in red thread in Luzhou Jiedu. The strange art was not exposed in the [-]th spring, and when the towns were forced to ask for orders to steal treasures at night, after the territory was pacified, he suddenly said goodbye. He said that he was a man in his previous life, and he was punished as a low-grade man because of practicing medicine. , please lift yourself up and hide in the dust." Slow down: "Xue Song can't keep it, so it's a farewell: all the guests are gathered, and the banquet is in the middle hall. Xue Hao sends each other with songs. The sorrow is overwhelmed, and the red thread bows and weeps. Falsely drunk, leave the banquet, and die there.”

Zhao Kuangyin reads a lot, but he knows almost nothing about poetry, art and literature. It's not that he is frivolous but he really has no time.The plot of the story Han Sumei told was absurd and bizarre, but there was something in it that hit him: the ending made him shudder, not "the place where he died", but "worship and weep".

So beautiful and determined, like a golden eagle flying across the sky when he spread his wings, every twinkle in his eyes was a smile when he looked at him, and one fact was almost forgotten: he could cry too.

He suddenly realized that he was not as tough as he thought, and he never thought about "someday".

He dare not.

Han Sumei paused for a moment before slowly saying: "My family thinks that the red line is not heartless to Mr. Xue, and Mr. Xue is also a person with a heart, but he has never confessed to each other, but it is also a secret, and there are countless things in the world."

She can come up with this story in just one thought, what a smart woman. (This is her job, Sister Han said)

Withdrawing his thoughts and nodding, his expression has returned to normal: "... makes sense..."

Out of the back room is a small courtyard, decorated with green bamboo clusters and fake stones, yellow, green and green flowers are in full bloom by the small pond surrounded by pebbles, and the surrounding flowers and leaves are red and purple, gorgeous but not noisy. Extraordinarily elegant and chic. (Remarks: The yellow, yellow, and green ones are Hanxiao and Zhulan... No one should expect this person to give him his nickname...)

Han Sumei sent him to the gate of the courtyard. He remembered that he hadn't counted the money yet: "Zhao spent a ridiculous night at Miss Han's place, and he just kept bothering her for so long. It all depends on Miss Han."

Han Sumei smiled generously: "Gold is priceless. Fate is priceless. My family's chance to meet Mr. Zhao can be regarded as a lot of fate. It's not worth the money." Sister Han thinks)

"Hey, how can there be such a reason, even if you go out and stay in a hotel, you have to count."

"Since Mr. Zhao said so, I want..." Han Sumei's beautiful eyes rolled around and landed on the saber at his waist: "My family wants Ruyijue on the fringe of Mr. Zhao's saber."

There is a piece of jade on the fringe of his knife?This look is really good.

After receiving the things, he smiled again: "When will Mr. Zhao come over next time, I won't take any money."

"If Miss Han says it's the next time, Zhao is afraid that she will disappoint Miss Han."

next time!Dare to have a next time!This time, he has to prepare himself to plead guilty, and next time, he might as well just cut off his head and throw it on the battlefield so that thousands of troops can step over it!

When most people hear this, they really don't intend to come back, and they respond in a perfunctory manner. I have never seen someone directly rejecting it like this without beating around the bush. Han Sumei was a little dazed, and then she laughed: "Master Zhao, you are really good!" interesting."

He forced a smile and nodded his head as an answer, Han Sumei looked at him for a long time, the smile on his face gradually faded, the lazy and coquettish attitude was swept away, and he stood up straight with a reserved and upright expression, and did not use the title when he spoke again : "Master Zhao, I really envy you."

This kind of attitude is much more comfortable than before. Gao Huaide appeared in front of his eyes, and he smiled sincerely at this moment: "It's nothing, I'm just lucky."

Han Sumei lowered her eyes and smiled again: "You are really interesting."

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