Only God is left

When he went out the door, he saw a middle-aged man who looked like a scholar waiting not far away, it was Zhao Pu.

God damn it!Damn it!

After the greeting, the two went directly to the official office. On the way, they first talked about the people and events they met last night, and then some news from other places. After talking, they walked out for about ten steps. After thinking for a while, he said, "Brother Zeping... ..."

After thinking about it again, he still didn't say anything, and shook his head: "It's nothing."

Zhao Pu reacted quickly, and laughed: "Your Madam is always reasonable and reasonable, so I don't blame you," and then dropped the rhyme, which is rare: "Master Zhao is drunk and Xiangfenglou, the oiran Han Sumei has blue eyes, since ancient times Heroes and beauties are also a good story."

I'm afraid it will become a "good story" for you! ——In this matter, he was really afraid of the mouths of scholars: After these people described what happened, the dead passed on, and there was no way to pass it on. Even a grasshopper running underground can be called an eye-catching white-fronted tiger!

Oiran is, no wonder she is beautiful and smart.

Seeing that his expression did not soften, Zhao Pushun made a joke: "Mrs. Mrs. Zhao can...haha."

He laughed again and didn’t finish talking, but he wanted to see a joke in his ears anyway——Zhao Pu’s family is the daughter of a wealthy family in Zhenyang, and Zhao Pu always had a serious face when socializing outside, and he drank less alcohol, the reason Obviously, there is a feeling of sympathy for that "could it be possible", so he forced a polite smile and didn't answer again,—laugh!Find a free time another day and get you drunk and throw you in the bar!

Along the way, his face was like iron, and everyone who saw him could tell that he had just received the military order to surprise Jinling by a single soldier, but this matter was much more serious: guarding against people's mouths is worse than Fangchuan, and you can't cover them up. It has to spread, and at the end of the day, you have to make up a story. Men and women can come out innocent after a night of drinking, and you have to be spit on when you tell a jackass. How do you tell it?

Then it occurred to him that he should ask about the source of that story. With such an identity, he couldn't ask Duan Huahua's novel in person.

……

The sky was bright, and there were almost no people on the field of the Guards' Horse Army Academy. Han Lingkun, who was standing in a remote place, looked up and saw a white dress enter the martial arts hall on the west side.

It was indeed intentional to wait here, and Han Lingkun immediately followed him quietly.There was no one in the Martial arts hall, with guns, halberds, forks and hammers on both sides of the weapon stand, Chen Liesen was serious and orderly, and a row of big guns stood against the wall, which could almost be lined up when viewed from the side - there is a joke in the army that it is the ground Li Yecao has to show up under the high command. Gao Huaide's military management is completely different from his polite and modest appearance, and there is no politeness at all.Han Lingkun knew that he actually brought out the iron cavalry army in front of the palace, and now he has cut down the weeds within a few months after entering the Long Jie army. There is no accommodation in Gao Huaide's subordinates, and what he does is as if he has no concept of "offending people".

He saw Gao Huaide lift a large ash wood gun, weighed it in his hand and looked at it for a moment, a slight smile appeared on his face, and then he raised the gun and started to move.It can be seen that what he is doing is not the usual bow and horse stance, the left arm is raised to the elbow, the palm is raised to the chest, and the right hand is wrapped and lifted, and a large spear more than ten feet is held steadily, but after the posture is fixed, it is still repeated. Pushing and stabbing with the arms, the pennant, which was just a few feet away from the tip of the spear, remained motionless.

"General Gao is very skilled."

Han Lingkun stepped into the room: "Mr. Han is not talented, can I ask General Gao for advice?"

Gao Huaide was slightly surprised, obviously surprised by his appearance, and quickly returned to normal, seeing that there were few people outside, he smiled and said: "Master Han is serious, since Master Han has this interest, Gao will definitely accompany you .”

The two raised their guns and went out of the hall to find a remote side field. They stood still and saluted.Seeing the momentum, Han Lingkun frowned slightly, most of his marksmanship was in the mid-level and four-level range, and he dared to use the low-level range to determine that he was not an idler.After a little thought, Han Lingkun also lifted his gun and raised his gun, locked his waist and used a dragon rider to grab his throat without any tricks.Gao Huaide's hands trembled, and the seemingly clumsy big gun stood up flat on the ground and did not catch his gun point, but was wrapped around the pole and rushed towards the root of the gun. Han Lingkun drew the gun and retreated. Gao Huaide's right elbow sank and twisted the gun. Wrapping the gun to meet and block the gun to get the lower plate, digging the grass to find the snake and pressing on step by step, Gao Huaide retreated several steps, three seals and four blocks and then returned to the middle plate. The gun immediately sank three points.

Gao Huaide frowned, and Han Lingkun knew that he was too aggressive.The roll just now was a lot of strength, the stick was afraid of nodding and the gun was afraid of rounding, and there was more routine in the playground, and it was not dangerous to look at it with wide open and close eyes. There is no need to entangle in tricks, as long as the art is better than others, it can hurt others at any time.Han Lingkun didn't intend to fight Gao Huaide to the death here, and this trip to the gun was just a test.

False words are not enough to be believed, what you see is the truth.

Then use real skills.

Ren Han Lingkun pressed Gao Huaide step by step, still didn't actively pass the gun, but kept retreating, and didn't hear the sound when the two shots missed each other. Han Lingkun felt that the force on the gun seemed to be stuck in the mud. Where did he put his energy?Gao Huaide was not in a hurry to shoot the gun, if he kept pulling the force into his arm, his tendons would break within five strokes.Wanting to see how long he can last, Han Lingkun advanced more and more quickly, knowing that although he seemed to have an advantage, he didn't get any advantage, and the next few shots were a little irritable.While coming and going, he suddenly heard Gao Huaide's force on the pole suddenly shrink back, and Han Lingkun immediately felt bad. Only then did he realize that Gao Huaide's gun was not without pressure, but had been storing no force, because it was too tight and he felt not come out.Without waiting for him to put his gun on the defensive, Gao Huaide twisted his body, took off his left hand and right hand, stretched his arms, stretched his arms, and in the blink of an eye, he saw a cold light coming towards his face. Han Lingkun was covered in cold sweat as he stepped down, but Gao Huaide didn't attack. He reluctantly retreated three steps and had already regained his grip on the gun and returned to a low posture.

Han Lingkun jumped out of the circle, closed his body and said, "Han lost."

Gao Huaide also surrendered his gun and said, "I have accepted it."

"If General Gao wanted to care about things just now, Mr. Han will definitely teach him a lesson," Han Lingkun said slowly, "Mr. Han admires his generosity."

Gao Huaide still just smiled: "Gao is just a warrior, he only knows what to do and what not to do, but he can't be generous."

Han Lingkun lowered his head and said with a sneer: "If General Gao said this, he would not only scold Han, but how many people are left in the world."

Gao Huaide smiled, but didn't answer.

After a moment of silence, Han Lingkun said again: "...the Huainan Army matter is not about me."

Not long ago, the newly descended Tang Army was renamed Huaide Army to match the Huai En Army, the descended army in Central Shu. The name confrontation is neat, but it makes people feel that it has a different meaning.

"Gao Mou understands, Mr. Han doesn't need to mind."

Han Lingkun smiled: "You really don't care about people when you say that. I'm not the kind of person you think." Then he added: "—I know where you come from."

A bright light flashed across his eyes, but Gao Huaide's expression remained calm.

"I don't know why you stay here, and I don't know what you want from here. You don't care about all the people in the land of horns, but we are bound here. This is our life. We must Face, there is nothing to say, and I want you to know that he is my friend, there is only one in the whole world, there is no replacement—”

Gao Huaide suddenly rushed into a sentence, with the intention of showing no weakness: "——for me, there is only one."

——Thousands of people can become heroes and emperors, but only one person can kiss his eyes.

It was never the most perfect one, but it was "that one", no matter how good that one was for him, he would not change it.

After finishing speaking, he suddenly felt that it was too abrupt, so he stopped abruptly and lowered his head slightly. Han Lingkun stared at him intently, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet for a moment.

Hearing the morning bell of Xiangguo Temple from a distance, several sparrows resting under the eaves fluttered up, Han Lingkun spoke again, and at this time his tone softened a lot: "We have been friends for decades, and when we have nothing to do Gu Ge, don't open your mouth when you have something to do."

"He is used to being very strict with himself, and he is very serious about everything, very serious." He smiled when he said: "If he hadn't pulled me up and pushed my hands all day and night, I would never have been able to practice cross-handling."

He is so serious that he even studies the methods of gambling seriously. His opponents have no position to complain about his methods, nor why he lost, because they should be able to see what he treats himself. If he is more ruthless, he will win as a matter of course.

"Life is short, everyone wants to do something, and we all want to leave some marks. Our goals are different, but we are all on the same road. After such a long time, the people around us have changed a lot. I just saw you At that time, I thought that after ten days and half a month, I would be fine..." Speaking of this, I smiled and looked at him: "In a blink of an eye, it must be more than three years."

Gao Huaide still didn't answer, but raised his face slightly with a smile.

More than three years, longer than 30 years, like going from one reincarnation to another reincarnation.

It's like fate.

It's like everyone knows what the end is, but they just can't stop.

After looking at him for a while, Han Lingkun smiled and said, "You are fine, I hope you both are fine."

He also smiled: "Thank you."

"Looking at you, I feel..." Sighing and not continuing, Han Lingkun changed the subject: "I've never seen General Gao's last gun. Is there anything special about it?"

"It's just a tactic handed down in the family. There is a nickname called 'Breaking the Gold and Returning the Carbine'. It is nothing more than a tactic of living to death in defeat." Gao Huaide smiled: "If you don't unload the force, you have to find a source, otherwise the gun Destruction of people is the real defeat."

Slowly nodding his head, Han Lingkun seemed thoughtful: "You're right..."

Glancing at him, Gao Huaide raised his gun again: "Master Han, come again?"

The eyebrows seemed to relax a lot, Han Lingkun nodded and smiled, "Okay."

…………

After returning to the division in spring, there was still no cessation of troops in the southern battlefield. Not long ago, there was news that Tang general Guo Qianzhi attacked the pontoon bridge in Wukou and defeated Wu Ning Jiedu envoy Wu Xingde in Dingyuan.

As soon as the emperor returned to the court, he started to formulate new codes and dredged the Wuzhang River. All the east and west ships entered Bianliang. The previous two expeditions to Huainan had made mistakes in backup, and the same mistakes must not be repeated next time.

We are going to send troops again.

It was almost noon, Zhao Meirong had just finished with the incense shop, and Shanmu was going back with her family.The accounts and money in the mansion are important matters to be entrusted to no one. She insists on handling them one by one in person. She has carefully calculated behind her brother's generous reputation outside. Her brother is going to do big things. what.The biggest expenditure in the mansion is burning incense and worshiping Buddha. The second son returned safely and was promoted to an official. Recently, his mother is planning to hold a feast for almsgiving.She can neither believe nor disbelieve in Buddhist affairs. Anyway, there is no harm in praying more, and she might bump into someone who is efficacious. She actually bumped into one. She and her family listened to the Dharma several times in Daxiangguo Temple, and she met the newly promoted class leader. The monk of the West Hall joined him. The temple said it was a quiet and important place, but the internal competition was quite fierce. Waiting for the current abbot to die, he might be the current head of the West Hall. At this time, who is thinking about what will last forever, but the Zhao family's practice is to pray for blessings. And at night there is a man warming the bed is the most real.

When I approached the Zhao Mansion, I could hear the mountain song sung by the farmers selling firewood into the city two streets away:

Pairs of mandarin ducks are floating on the water. Everyone says that we will pull them together. If you have that kind of thought, we will hand them over slowly.

When she was about to enter the mansion, Zhao Meirong suddenly saw a person standing not far from the gate of the mansion, she felt familiar and took a closer look.

It was Han Lingkun.

She was a little dazed, and after thinking about sending her family back first, she walked over.

When they were children, they chased and played together. Zhao Meirong opened her mouth and shut up and said "Han shopping". Zhao Meirong even "mishandled" pushed Han Lingkun into the river when the children played too much. Han Lingkun always shook his head when he saw her, "my daughter-in-law can't marry" She also showed no signs of softness: "I will marry no one and I will marry you!" Time flies, and now both of them have grown up and married. She married and became a widow. The woman who was sent here, when things changed and things changed, looked at each other at this moment and didn't know what to call her.

After being silent for a while, she smiled first and said, "Master Han is here to look for my brother, he hasn't come back yet."

With flickering eyes, Han Lingkun lowered his head and said hesitantly: "...It's not..."

"Since Mr. Han is here, let's go in and have a cup of tea."

"...No need."

She remembered that when Han Lingkun had nothing to do in Luoyang, he would run to Zhao's house and stay there until dark. When she began to think about it, she also thought about it: there is such a father in the family, and no one would want to go back.

Seeing that there was no more conversation and the atmosphere was quite awkward, she casually exchanged pleasantries: "How is Mrs. Han's house?"

When Han Lingkun heard her say "home", he raised his head suddenly, the look in his eyes made her hair shudder, and when she almost wanted to run away, he finally spoke:

"...Second girl, this is not a very appropriate word, but... I still want to... say it..."

Men are not good people, they either talk like a lotus flower, or they can't type a word, and what comes out of their mouths is not the truth, and the truth is suffocated in the stomach, waiting for the phoenix to hatch.

"I have always liked you very much. You deserve someone better than me. I hope you will be happy all your life. I hope you will live a better life than me."

Zhao Meirong took a deep breath.

How could he bring such direct words to his eyes? He thought she was really as strong as a chain mail, impenetrable to spears and arrows.

So there is nothing good about men.

Zhao Meirong didn't speak, but her hands in her sleeves were shaking like a sieve, she tried her best to smile at Han Lingkun, turned her head and left.

Zhao Meirong had already gone in for a while, but Han Lingkun was still staring at the red wall in a daze, and stood there for a while before turning around and walking away slowly.

You can faintly hear the tune coming from afar:

... You say that you can pull it down, there are so many good people in the world, whoever has that conscience will be good for generations, and whoever doesn't have that conscience will be called a bird...

When Gao Huaide returned home in the evening, he was grabbed by someone when he passed an alley, and when he turned around, it was Zhao Meirong.Gao Huaide was taken aback and greeted her with a gentle smile. Before he could say the greeting, Zhao Meirong pulled him into the alley and hugged him before bursting into tears. Gao Huaide didn't understand it at all, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"

"Do not ask……"

Holding her in her arms and not asking any more questions, just patting her on the back lightly, Zhao Meirong cried a little out of breath, and sobbed: "You have to be with my brother forever..."

Gao Huaide's movements froze for a moment, but Zhao Meirong didn't notice it, and continued on: "...Always be good, never leave."

There was no movement for a long time, Zhao Meirong pushed him violently: "Did you hear that? Talk! Huh?"

With an inaudible sigh, Gao Huaide said softly:

"it is good."

... I know you are good to me, just like the old sheep loves the lamb, and the horse running on the wall is too low, I forgot my mother, I can't forget you...

"But Zhao doesn't understand, where do these numbers come from?" Zhao Kuangyin glanced over sharply, and the servants in the hall lowered their heads in fright.The logistics of the army has always been a fat job, some are deducted from the bottom, and some are given away from the top, and the rest are all their own. This tradition was blocked in the hands of the former army leader a few years ago. The one who came today is obviously a newcomer. I have learned the "rules" of Mr. Zhao.

"You recalculate these for me. The military expenses are all there. I don't have any spare time."

"Li Zhongshu said..."

"Then tell Li Zhongshu! Don't come looking for me!"

When the first yell was heard, he immediately fell silent, and retreated timidly: the commander in front of the palace has a good reputation on the battlefield, and usually everything is easy to talk about, but there are also precedents when he is angry, and no one dares to mess with him.

The military office in front of the palace was full of anger all day today, and the commander seemed to be in a bad mood, so he had to consciously stay away.

...The mountains are always there, the water is always there, and the people are always there, so we two worship the heaven and the earth...

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