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Dry country,
Shangjing,
Conservatory;
Gan people like extravagance and pursuit of elegance. As an official of the Qian state, he is naturally the leader of this way. In a year, he may just make a show before spring plowing to teach the people the importance of spring plowing. The rest of the time, basically No smokey smell.
In the war of that year, the Yan people once ravaged Shangjing, but now, in Shangjing, the songs are still sung and the dances are still danced. You can say that the scars are forgotten after being a dry person, but this is actually a large population of Qianguo. embodiment.
Everyone has a big business, and they can afford it.
In the conservatory, the officials were wearing open Taoist robes, holding a handful of dried fruits in their hands, watching the painter in front of him painting.
The scroll is very long and wide, and the pen is written by Xu Fangyan, a contemporary painter of the Qian Kingdom. On the left and right sides of him are also famous painters.
The one who grinds the seasoning next to him is also a famous figure outside.
"Officials, wait until next spring, this "Winter Solstice Snow Walking Picture" will be completed, and this work will surely be famous forever."
It was Yao Zizhan who spoke. He was dressed in white and sat beside the official, holding a wine glass in his hand.
It can be said that at this time, in this greenhouse, the real luck of calligraphy and painting has gathered, and it is not an exaggeration to say that most of the entire oriental context is here.
Guan Jia nodded, threw a fruit into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.
Other pictures,
Some paint the spring, some paint the scorching summer, and some paint the fall of autumn. He is the only one who paints the weather of going to Beijing in the harsh winter.
The prosperity of Shangjing cannot be covered by the cold winter.
This is the hustle and bustle he wants, and it is also the weather he wants.
Everyone's boldness is different,
Yanhuang likes to stand on the city, waving his hands, golden and iron horses;
He, Zhao Guan's family, likes the center of the warm pavilion, and when he looks up, it is all Wenhua.
It's hard to say which one is better and which one is worse. In short, they all have their own style.
"Master Yao."
"Officials, ministers are here."
"I like this boy Tianlang very much, but I was worried that he would be easy to break. Young man, when he gets angry, he may really ignore everything. The banquet has not yet started, if he eats cold dishes, he will be ruined." Stomach, it's not worth it."
"Officials, when I came back from Jindi last time, I had a drink with Zhong Wendao, and Tianlang was there too. This kid looks young but is not reckless.
As the saying goes, if jade cannot be cut, Tianlang once said to his ministers that my army is as afraid of swallows as tigers, because since Emperor Taizong's Northern Expedition began a hundred years ago, and the Yan army went south two years ago, our army will basically collapse at the first touch in any field battle. Only dare to defend according to the city.
Soldier armor can be repaired, cities can be built, war horses can be raised, and soldiers can be recruited, but only this bravery in the heart cannot be regained without one victory after another. "
"It sounds, and it does make sense."
"The vigor of a young man is what I need to work hard now."
"Spirit, vigor." Zhao Guanjia reached out for a cup of fruit wine, took a sip, and said, "He is a general on the front line, so he wants to destroy the city and take the enemy's head. The most important thing is that he has already made a lot of fame, and the people of Yan have suffered a few times. If he fails, it will be a cold water for me to fight bravely in the frontier army.
?Governing a large country is like cooking small fish. Cooking oil over a high fire is refreshing and prosperous, but when the firewood is exhausted, you can truly see the mess on the ground.
What I really want is that the country¡¯s destiny lasts forever, not that the country of Yan will disappear in smoke at all costs. The emperor of the country of Yan is used to gambling. If he doesn¡¯t gamble, he will have no chance to come back. , if he had a choice, would he be willing to gamble?
Things in the world are worrying and worrying, and there are all kinds of strange things. In fact, it all depends on whether the person sitting under your buttocks is a wooden pier, a mahogany or a dragon chair.
Even this dragon chair has its particularities, whether it is silver or gold, and the geometry of the oriental beads inlaid are all different. "
"Yes, what the officials said is true."
"This is also the reason why I have vigorously promoted the generals in the past two years, but I still have to overhaul the civil affairs. In the past two years, I couldn't beat the people of Yan. All the mistakes and all the crimes were piled on the civil officials. , but that would be too simple.
Like the emperor of the Yan Kingdom opposite, if the family members are disobedient, they will step on the family members. It is certainly a pleasure, but the country is moving lightly, and there are many military leaders. If it is not for the support of those two princes, the Yan Kingdom will be extremely prosperous for a while. , It is also destined to end up in the end of the second generation.
&?, as if there is a light source coming from inside.
Xue San touched his chin subconsciously,
He said to himself:
"It's okay, it's not a loss, it's like finding a new nest for the magic pill."
This stone is not a metal, but it seems to have a great attraction to the soul body.
at this time,
The aura on Mowan's body suddenly began to fluctuate violently.
Xue San immediately showed surprise on his face,
Is this going to be advanced?
All the devil kings have secretly conducted experiments to see if it is possible to get advanced without the master.
The breath of the magic pill fluctuates, indeed, indeed
At this time, Zheng Fan also felt something, holding Xiao Tiantian and looking this way.
But after Mowan worked hard, suddenly, the aura on his body dissipated invisible, leaving only his original appearance, and even felt his exhaustion.
Obviously, Mowan wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to try to advance, but it still failed.
It seems that there is really a pair of hands in the dark, which completely "strangles" the demon kings and Zheng Fan together.
Xue San also sighed, with a disappointed expression.
Zheng Fan turned his head and continued to tease Xiao Tiantian, as if he hadn't seen anything in the previous scene.
Sometimes, you have to be confused.
And Mowan, who took a rest for a while, floated over with his new stone, and continued to play the game of "I kick myself" with Xiao Tiantian.
Zheng Fan accompanied Xue San out of the house,
"Is this the only one that came out?"
"My lord, this is really what was opened."
"Oh, I thought I could find some natural treasures, but it's okay, maybe some kind of material that is more suitable for the soul?"
"The master is wise, and my subordinates speculate that it may be the magic spar that Western magicians often say."
"It doesn't look crystal clear?"
"But if the soul power enters it, it will be transparent, just like before."
"Well, if we have a chance in the future, let's go to the west too."
Xue San hurriedly said: "Yes, my lord, after the battle is over, we can plan to go to the south of the Yangtze River or go to the West for fun."
Zheng Fan said with a smile; "There is no conflict."
"Huh?" Xue San didn't understand what he meant.
"It's the same when watching a war while fighting. ? - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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