Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Boom!

The thunder hovered in the clouds, very muffled.

Huang Jian, wearing a blue shirt, stood in the courtyard and smiled at Wang Yuan, "Teacher hasn't been here for more than three years, right?"

Wang Yuan said nonchalantly: "You have a wife and children, so naturally I don't come here often."

Huang Jian glanced at the sky and said, "It's going to rain, please come in, teacher."

As soon as Wang Yuan entered, the raindrops fell.

Wang Yuan turned around to cover the door, and the door slowly closed. In the crack of the door, Wang Yuan's cold face suddenly became gentle.

And just behind him, a little higher place, almost the same position, a face is also smiling.

Huang Jian was smiling weirdly.

The two heads and the two faces gradually overlapped in the crack of the door, and gradually disappeared from the eyes, and finally stopped abruptly, everything was covered in the door...

It's raining!

In the yard, rainwater fell sparsely, the ground was wet for a moment, and then the wet marks disappeared immediately.

Dust was flying on the hot earth, and raindrops fell again with the dust.

The wet marks gradually joined together, and the raindrops became heavier and heavier, hitting the ground as if they were hitting in the heart.

Under the eaves, Wang Yuan was watching this change.

Huang Jian was also watching, "Rain grows from no roots, and falls to dust. This is the great road, and the gods want to come, too. If you fall into the mundane, you are a mortal. The teacher has been self-sufficient for many years, can he gain?"

Wang Yuan stared at the rain falling to the ground, smiled slightly when he heard the words, and said: "Your cousin's being taken down has nothing to do with Fang Xing..."

Huang Jian was not angry. "The teacher knew it a long time ago, and then he hated Fang Xing, but planted my cousin’s affairs on Fang Xing’s head, and then looked at me as a fool to assassinate Fang Xing. , And the news that I know Wang Liusui, the teacher, should have known it a long time ago. All this is a game, and the teacher let the disciple get into it."

Wang Yuan reached out under the eaves, feeling the temperature of the rain drops on the palms of his hands, but it was warm.

He was a little disappointed, and said: "Everything will not change suddenly, the four seasons are all gradual changes, how about you?"

Huang Jian smiled and said: "The teacher has a good reputation outside in those years. One is to build bridges and pave the way, that is to gain fame. The other is to reward newcomers. When encountering intelligent scholars, they will talk with each other and even help each other. This is a buyout. One is the hearts of the people, and the other is the cause. If any of those scholars has been awarded a Jinshi, it is of course to recite the teacher’s good, otherwise the teacher’s good reputation is still there, so you just need to say something bad behind your back, and you’re afraid that your reputation will be discredited. ..."

Wang Yuan twisted his fingers, feeling the wetness, and said: "People have lived in this area for decades. Most of the old man has passed, but he refuses to be quiet. Why?"

It was like a teacher in a school asking a question to a disciple. Huang Jian thought about it seriously and said: "It's enough for a mortal to have enough food and clothing. The teacher doesn't like beauty or enjoyment. It seems that he has little desire..."

Wang Yuan slowly turned around and smiled: "Then what?"

Huang Jian said: "In fact, it is lustful, but it is only a commoner, and he is not allowed to enter the court to give pointers to the country. Therefore, he adds obstacles to people in the arena and is overjoyed when there are some signs of changes in the court..."

The anxiety on his face has long since disappeared, and he even looked peaceful: "Teacher, you want to pave the way more for your children and grandchildren. After they become talents, after the famous southern men, there are many officials in the officialdom who have suffered your grievances. ! Thinking about it makes people leisurely fascinated!"

Wang Yuan smiled and said: "This is what the family has done. It is the accumulation of generations, and then accumulates thickly. The descendants will come out in large numbers, and there will be no end to the future. This is the goal that the old man pursues."

Huang Jian smiled, but with a sense of sarcasm: "Teacher, the two of Wen Fang were favored by the Emperor Ren at the time, and they were simply drawn. Whose handwriting is this? If it is his Royal Highness who heard about their reputation and recruited, then It's just a joke. There are millions of talented people in Ming Dynasty. They are just a reputation for spending money. If you really want to recruit people, they won't have their turn."

Wang Yuan was stunned, and then said: "There is no coincidence in this matter. The Emperor Ren loved articles when he was the prince. There were some old scholars around him, and the old man had a good relationship with one of them. Use their names to send some gifts to Beijing on New Year's Day."

Huang Jian stunned: "That's it?"

Wang Yuan stepped forward slowly and said, "What do you think you want? Human affection is nothing more than a drop of stone. If it fails in one day, then two days if it fails, then three days. Unless it is a hero, how many people can block?"

The two sat down separately, with a small table in between.

The small table is not big, the distance is very close, and the two are smiling, but they give birth to the illusion that there is an insurmountable gap.

Huang Jian only wanted to make tea after sitting down, so he went out in person, and returned with a teapot and two cups in his hands.

"The absence of my wife and children at home has neglected the teacher."

Huang Jian poured the tea naturally, and Wang Yuan looked at the teapot and cups naturally.

Huang Jian pointed to the teacup and said, "Teacher, please use tea."

Wang Yuan touched the teacup and said, "You still can't see the improvement in your tea-making craft!"

Both of them laughed. Wang Yuan suddenly stopped smiling, then frowned and looked at Huang Jian's back, and said, "The old man dazzled, why did he see a piece of paper again?"

Huang Jian was shocked, so he got up and touched his back with his backhand.

Wang Yuan's hands moved like lightning, and instantly changed the direction of the teacups on both sides.

Huang Jian was still touching his back, and Wang Yuan moved quickly. When Huang Jian didn't touch it and turned around angrily, Wang Yuan's hand had already left the teacup.

"It was wrong."

Wang Yuan rubbed his eyes, seeing that he was more old-fashioned.

Huang Jian felt at ease and felt that this person was not far from death after all, so he proudly said, "Teacher should take care of it."

Wang Yuan sighed: "People are as old as candles, with tears flowing from the candles, and finally a pool of..."

The rain outside has been falling, but the sweltering heat has not disappeared, instead it has become more sultry.

Huang Jian took a sip from his teacup and said, "I know that the teacher has a way, and getting a new household registration is not a problem. I only want this, and we will have nothing to do in the future. Well, I swear, we will have nothing to do in the future."

Wang Yuan smiled, and said: "Is your wife and children left alone?"

Huang Jian had more hesitation and struggle in his eyes, and then said, "Fang Xing doesn't like tossing women and children. As long as I can get away, he will definitely not attack my wife and children."

Wang Yuan smiled and said: "The household registration is out of your hands, and you have nothing to hide. Don't you be afraid that Fang Xing will attack the old man and the old man will confess you?"

"Boom!"

There was a thunder in the sky, and Huang Jian trembled, and said with a strong smile: "If the teacher is taken by him, it is God's will."

Wang Yuan said gently: "You want to escape, Daming is now very big. As long as you have money, where can you not settle down? You want to hide somewhere and wait for the wind to stop before you come out. It really got the old man's true biography. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is extremely bearable."

Huang Jian said: "I used to say that Fang Xing would come to investigate the matter, but you don't believe it, what do you think now?"

"Fang Xing has a city mansion. He has been able to endure it until now. That is because he wants to use this matter to make a fuss, or he wants us to panic and be suspicious."

Wang Yuan is good at playing with these tactics, so he has long seen Fang Xing's intentions.

"The old man is a celebrity, he dare not take anyone without a handle."

Huang Jian sighed: "The teacher is really exhaustive. He picked himself clean. As long as I can disappear, the matter will naturally die down."

Wang Yuan glanced at the tea he had drunk most, and asked, "How do you want to disappear?"

Huang Jian was taken aback, then shook his body, and said, "Why am I a little dizzy?"

Wang Yuan's left hand has been hidden in the wide cuff, his hands are put together, as if passing something.

Huang Jian held his forehead and blinked uncontrollably.

Wang Yuan smiled and asked again: "How do you want to disappear?"

Huang Jian felt his head dizzy. He shook his head and frowned, "You are not willing to write to Wen Fang, but Wen Fang will write to you every month. Teacher, you don’t know, right? After I copy it, I will drop it. I have written three letters to you..."

Wang Yuan nodded and said, "Yeah! You are the best at copying. The old man told you not to work on this trail..."

Huang Jian's body was shaking. He helped the table to get up, looked at the cup of tea, and then at Wang Yuan who was smiling weirdly, and roared, "You poisoned!"

Wang Yuan abruptly got up and smashed it with what he had been holding with his right hand.

The heavy inkstone hit Huang Jian's forehead with a muffled noise.

Huang Jian took a few steps back, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

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