Fu Canglu

Chapter 62

Ten miles outside Fengting City.

The Sixteen-character Battalion sealed off five miles outside the suburbs of Fengting City, and closed them indistinctly. Under the cover of night, waves of black armor spread out with moonlight pouring out, and a bloodthirsty aura shot out from the iron armor.

In the 16th year of King Wuying's embrace of Xiguan, there was no war in Xiguan. This Liqing vassal has the habit of self-cultivation and recuperation. When he has nothing to do, he draws a pen and hangs a book, and draws ink on the three-foot white Xuan.

Li Qing cultivated himself, had a good temper, even outsiders looked gloomy, but in the eyes of the acquaintances who really knew this Yingying King well, he was just taciturn by nature.Handwriting is like a person, this Xiguan vassal king who cherishes calligraphy like gold doesn't usually publicize his calligraphy to the outside world, so no matter how outsiders inquire about the news, their understanding of King Wuying only stays at the level of a little calligraphy.

Facing the moonlight, the two figures watched the sixteen-character battalion disperse one by one.

"My lord's calligraphy is very good." A man in a white and green robe said softly, holding a string of Buddhist beads with difficulty in his right hand, holding the beads with his little finger and index finger, and the cyan-yellow beads rolled slowly on the side of his palm. If you don't use your thumb, there will be no space for your thumb.

Another figure looked at the green-robed man with a broken thumb with interest, and said softly, "Yuan Sizhi, the way of calligraphy and cultivation of the soul is not inferior to the way of chess. Li Qing has been cultivating the soul and cultivating the gods for 16 years. The holy realm, the vision is very human, why is the Sixteen Character Battalion so eager to advance now?"

Sixteen-character battalion, five hundred soldiers in one battalion, all of them are Xiguan elites. Although they have not been on the battlefield for 16 years, the sixteen-character battalion has come forward to mediate all the bumps and disputes at Xiguan.

The man in green robe known as Yuan Sixing glanced at the black armor that was surging like a tide in the moonlight, and was silent for a moment.He raised his hand, held the beads with difficulty with three fingers, pointed out his index finger, and pointed in the direction of Fengting City not far away.

"We trekked from Xiguan, and the troops were divided into six waves to cover up people's eyes and ears. We pushed forward the Sixteen-Character Battalion slowly a year ago, just to not alarm the one in Luoyang." Yuan Sizhi said in a hoarse voice, "My lord The plan is very big, and now the Fengting Fengting is a general, and there is no room for carelessness. Big Chess Master, Xi Xia has been plotting with the prince for so many years, is it possible that the prince cannot be trusted?"

The great chess master chuckled, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Of course it's not that I can't trust that prince. It's just that my chess palace and the prince's 16-year plan has turned into a cloud of smoke. This feeling of being stabbed in the back It's not a good feeling."

Yuan Sizhi was startled, then sighed and said, "My lord has never been a person who doesn't miss old love."

"That prince is not just nostalgic? He is so merciful to the point of a bodhisattva. It is absurd! To separate the sixteen-character battalion and lock Fengting is to inform the one in Luoyang that I, Li Qing, will turn against you. Even if you send troops to suppress Xiguan But how can a Xiguan vassal king win against the Zhenlong Emperor who holds the military power of thousands of miles in the Northern Wei Dynasty?" Da Qigong sneered, and said softly: "Li Qing wants to remind Cao Zhixuan, so that he can call Luoyang Have time to take precautions?"

Yuan Sizhi was in a daze, and said bitterly: "Do you know what calligraphy the prince has practiced in the past 16 years?"

Grand Master Chess narrowed his eyes, and looked at the thin face of the man in the pale green robe. This Yuan Sizhi was called Xiguan lackey, and he was like a loyal dog to Xiguan feudal lord. No one knew why he wanted to replace Li Qing. After working so hard, there is no doubt that Yuan Zhongcheng, who has only four fingers left on his right hand, is the real right-hand man of Li Qing, Prince of Xiguan.If anyone knew what the prince wanted to practice calligraphy, that person must be Yuan Zhongcheng.

Yuan Zhongcheng's index finger trembled, and he tapped in the air, drawing a word in vain.

"Affection."

Grand Master Chess was a little distracted, listening to Yuan Sixing speaking with a trembling voice.

"For the past 16 years, the prince has not allowed anyone to enter the study room except himself. Until that day, I, Yuan Sizhi, was lucky enough to enter the study room." Yuan Sizhi said with a deep bitter voice: "The study room of the prince Outsiders are not allowed to enter, and naturally there is no idler to take care of it, and a whole sixteen stacks of thick propaganda are piled up on the desk. You know, the words written on these sixteen stacks of thick propaganda are full of love words!"

"The sixteen-character battalion is the brotherhood that the prince has read for 16 years!" Yuan Sizhi's voice was a little passionate, and he couldn't help saying: "16 years, for 16 years, the prince only wrote one word."

It must be so tangled that it takes 16 years to write a word.

The word love, what should I ask for?

It's not romantic, but brotherly love.

Grand Master Chess was a little startled, he seemed to understand why the man who was called Xiguan Stubborn Eagle by the Qi Palace made such a choice.

Yuan Sizhi said in a low voice: "My lord is going to make a decision. This is why there was no scattered troops to blockade the past few days, and even the reason why no soldiers were deployed in the north of Fengting City."

The Great Chess Master faintly opened his mouth when he lost his mind, and said: "The one from Luoyang has come?"

"If Cao Zhixuan was really afraid of death to that extent, he wouldn't come." Yuan Sizhi calmed down and said lightly: "But if he has no regrets, the throne is justified, so why would he worry about the situation in Fengting City?" out?"

"There are so many great people in this world, but what about great people? They also have sorrows, joys and pains, and they are also greedy for life and afraid of death." Yuan Sizhi stroked the place where his severed finger was, and said softly: "No matter how powerful and powerful people are, It was just an insignificant little ant back then."

Grand Master Chess squinted his eyes, looking at the night in the outskirts of Fengting City.

In the night, there was a distraught man in blue shirt, carrying a wine jug so drunk that he staggered and stumbled.From the gate of Fengting City, I was drunk until dusk, and then woke up in the middle of the night, followed by a burst of vomiting, vomited all the bitter water in my stomach, and then reached out to touch the wine pot, only to find that there was a lot of blood in the wine pot. Not even half a drop of wine can be poured out.

"If the ants have the ambition to just survive, do you know that they will not be able to grow up in the future?" The master of chess looked at the man in the blue shirt who had lost everything at the reception in the distance, with complicated eyes, and said softly: "Fang Chang in the future, chess On the scale, right and wrong, it is not a temporary dispute, even if you lose one game, you can start the next game."

"Grand Master Chess is so bold. This kid is a wolf-hearted and ambitious person. If the Qi Palace dares to take in such a wolf, he is not afraid of causing trouble to his upper body?" Yuan Sizhi looked at Gu Shengcheng with a little disdain. In his eyes, Gu Shengcheng would Even if it is praised ten times by the outside world, it is just an ant crawling under its feet and unable to get up.

The Great Chess Master didn't shake his head or nod, but just looked at the blue shirt expressionlessly, and said softly: "My Qigong is the most fond of such ambitious people. I just don't know if he is qualified. Let my Qigong give it to me." His chance."

He glanced at Yuan Sizhi's severed finger, and there was a smile on his face, but that smile was like a poisonous snake spit out a letter, which made people shudder.

Gu Shengcheng vomited in a mess and was in a daze.

When he stepped out of Fengting city gate, he carried a jug of wine.Then he drank the jug of wine hard, choked his throat so bitterly and astringently, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell unconscious at the gate of the city.

Drunk life, dream and death, only in drunkenness can one survive, and waking up from a dream is worse than death.When Gu Shengcheng woke up, he felt the pain that made life worse than death.It's not humiliation, it's not shame, it's the hopelessness with no future and no light.

The power, fame, and wealth he longed for so hard, were tied to that unknown Mr. Yi from the moment he stepped out of Fengting City.

There may be more people who soared into the sky at this reception, and the carp jumped the dragon's gate.

But he, Gu Shengcheng, will be a mouse that everyone shouts and beats in the street from now on, and he has nothing to do with a great chess master, and he will not have the so-called glory and wealth.

Gu Shengcheng's eyes were a little dazed, but subconsciously he touched the flagon and took a mouthful of air, only to feel his stomach churning, and he leaned over and vomited again.

It took a long time to vomit.His eyes were a little dim, and he raised his head again, only to see two more figures.

A man with a thin face, four fingers of his right hand standing on his chest, pinching a string of Buddhist beads, looked at himself with an indifferent gaze that he was very familiar with.

Yuan Sizhi looked at Gu Shengcheng indifferently. In his eyes, Gu Shengcheng was no different from a wild dog on the side of the road. Except for being in a mess, there was nothing but a mess.

Grand Master Qi didn't have these emotions in his eyes, he spoke softly, but it stunned Gu Shengcheng for a long time.

"Gu Shengcheng, I'll give you a chance to stand up, do you want it?"

Gu Shengcheng's body was a little stiff, he raised his eyes in a daze, and looked at the man in the blue feather coat with a hint of evil spirit.

"I'll give you ten breaths of time to cut off one finger." Grand Master Chess smiled, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter, "From now on, you will be the Master Chess Master of my Great Xia Chess Palace, and there will be no other words."

Gu Shengcheng's whole body seemed to be bombarded by thunder, and he was on the verge of collapsing.

Grand Master Chess did not speak, his eyes were full of teasing, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, as if he was silently reciting the time of ten breaths.

Gu Shengcheng's face turned pale in an instant, he trembled all over, raised his head tightly, fixed his eyes on the enchanting man in the blue feather coat, and slowly took the little finger of his left hand into his mouth.

A shocking thunder came from the nine heavens, and a thunderstorm suddenly fell from the sky above Fengting City, and a heavy rain came without warning.

Yuan Sizhi's eyes narrowed slightly.

Gu Shengcheng swallowed the bloody little finger, his eyes were like a wolf and a tiger.

As the heavy rain fell crazily, Gu Shengcheng vomited, but finally resisted the urge to spit out the severed finger, but he raised his head again and grinned.

Yuan Sizhi felt a chill down his spine. He saw Gu Shengcheng's mouth was dripping with blood, but he smiled so heartlessly and from the bottom of his heart.

The Great Chess Master also laughed, his softness was overwhelming.

"Gu Shengcheng, what a lost dog. I will give you this chance."

Thunder and lightning.

The thunderstorm without warning hit tonight, and I don't know how many ants will be drowned before they can move their nests.

(End of this chapter)