It is said that officialdom is a pool of mud, and it is unlikely that someone will step in and come out clean.
Wen Yanbo knew that Zheng Yun had said something about boating at sea more than once, and he had heard it more than once. Hearing this, he gave people a feeling of encouragement.
Are you constantly cheering yourself up, or are you constantly telling yourself not to cross the red line that can't be crossed at all, while Ye tells himself not to turn the world upside down because of his own selfish interests.
This feeling is unreliable. This feeling has never been reliable. No one is a saint. On the contrary, everyone is an animal.
Now the throne is full of pus and foul smell, which is fatal to every beast, especially Zheng Yun, a big beast that is likely to encounter carrion.
For many years as an official, Wen Yanbo has seen countless people who pretend to be lofty. It's a pity that these people all fell in front of all kinds of temptations without exception.
Even a moral gentleman like Ouyang Xiu is not the same as the scandal of collecting ashes.
Everyone said that Ouyang Xiu was wronged, but in Wen Yanbo's view, not necessarily. Ouyang Xiu is an old Confucian who has nothing to do with his niece and daughter-in-law. He can also write romantic words like Looking at the South of the Yangtze River.
Willow in Jiangnan, the leaves are small and not cloudy.
Rayon is light and flexible, and the warblers cry and pity the tender branches.
Save it for spring.
Fourteen-five, holding the pipa leisurely.
Go to the lobby to collect money. Pay attention when you meet.
Besides, now.
Is it really appropriate to write something like this to my niece? Even if Ouyang Xiu really didn't do anything immoral, this sentence is enough to prove that the old guy is old and his heart is not old!
Zheng Yun has never been an introvert. This guy never cares about manners. As long as he is happy, he is finished.
I hope people like him can overcome their demons. It is not as effective as applying pressure through external force. Wen Yanbo never trusts others except himself, which is also the reason why he can go to today in officialdom.
Whether the north wind is still howling or not, spring has come. Li Dongchu pulled up a clump of hay and carefully searched among the grass roots. Before long, he found two white roots and put them in his mouth, which belonged to My Sweetie.
This is the smell of spring.
Back to the horse, I looked at it from a distance, and it was still gray. The snow and ice on the shady side of the hill have not melted yet, and the grass on the sunny slope is ready to spit green. In ten days, the grass on the hay will glow with the first green.
Dong Qing spread her wings and soared in the clear sky. He seemed to feel the breath of spring, flapped his wings twice, and then stopped. Naturally, the rising air billow lifted him high.
The woodchuck emerged from the cave and looked blankly into the distance. As long as the shadow of Hai Dongqing passes overhead, they will get into the hole in horror and slowly climb out after a long time.
If it weren't for the occasional corpse in the hay. Everyone will think that life has returned to this land ravaged by war.
Li Dongchu and the white horse army are dealing with the residual bodies on the west side of Xijing, as long as they see the stinking bodies. They need to bury him deep underground. If these bodies are exposed to the wild, a plague is likely to break out here after the flowers bloom in spring.
Although this job has been buried, Li Dongchu has nothing to complain about. Jingxi army has always taken a fancy to this kind of thing, when the predecessor army of Jingxi army entered the suppression of agriculture. It was the plague that took down the fortified city of the estuary.
What's more, leaving the city to bury the body this time is a major event dispatched by the whole army. Guards and troops are watching not far away, and no one can underestimate them.
So, get rid of the body as soon as possible before the weather gets warmer. In order to avoid human tragedy when the refugees come.
There are two baskets on the back of the war horse, which are filled with lime. After the body is pushed into the deep pit and buried with lime, the process is completed.
"I didn't expect the war to be so fierce!" Chen Lin rode among the corpses, and Zheng Yun sighed.
Zheng Yun shook his head and said, "In fact, since the Liao people broke through the fifth line of defense, the war has not been fierce. Look at these people. They don't have much trauma, but they have blood in their noses and mouths. This is not our fight. They are exhausted from running here from Xijing.
Even if you are very tired, you will suddenly rest after running in cold weather. It is not easy to survive under the stimulation of yin and yang. "
"According to Su Xun's estimate, the bodies in the west are the most. He said it should be no less than 150 thousand, and 100 thousand people fled into the wasteland You said before that at least 5,000 people returned to Zhongjing. The old man thought you deliberately exaggerated your military strength, just looking at it in the case of a big victory.
Now it seems that you are right. Five thousand people fled back to Beijing. I'm afraid you talk too much. After all, three generals, Li Dongchu, Han Niu and Zhao Fu, have been biting the Liao people's tails and chased them out for two hundred miles.
Even if those Liao people escaped the pursuit of the three generals, it was difficult for them to walk out of this thousand-mile wasteland on their own legs. "
Zheng Yun said with a smile, "You should never underestimate people's pursuit of survival. As long as they live strong enough, they will create one miracle after another. "
Chen Lin said with a smile, "I understand why people's lives are so fragile and helpless."
"Because there are few real warriors in Tokyo, it is difficult for you to see the tenacity and tenacity of life, because you have lived in that city for a long time."
"So, Yunhou has a unique opinion on this?"
"That's natural. It is my duty to study how to take people's lives. But people in Xigu say that wisdom used to kill people is not real wisdom. These days, I think that stubborn old man is right.
It is not easy for a child to grow into a strong man, it takes at least eighteen years, but it only takes one knife to destroy a strong man, and even a cup of tea is not needed, so it is far more difficult to create life than to destroy it. "
Chen Lin pointed to the body that almost spread to the horizon and smiled: "These are just achievements."
Zheng Yun said with a wry smile, "I also want to be so heartless to you, but since I have studied calligraphy, what I have learned doesn't allow me to have such an opinion. Even if I am hypocritical and sad twice, I can never have the idea of killing a thousand knives like this. "
Chen Lin smiled like a night owl: "So the old man is the real killer who should kill thousands of knives?"
"Things hurt their kind, and Qiu Ge is also sad. This is the correct attitude."
"Why so hypocritical to comfort yourself? Don't you know that the whole Song Dynasty is praising your massacre now? "
"Comfort yourself is to kill people more at ease next time. This is human nature! " Zheng Yun finally answered Chen Lin's words and knocked on the belly of Qing Ma. The horse began to jog. When Chen Lin saw that Zheng Yun didn't want to discuss the murder with himself, he was a little lost. It was difficult to have an in-depth exchange of views with Zheng Yun, but Zheng Yun quickly avoided it. He seems to dislike heart-to-heart communication with others very much. Even when he was most enthusiastic, there always seemed to be a barrier in Zheng Yun's heart that separated him from the real world.
Sometimes Zheng Yun will say some novel truths, which are different from what Chen Lin knows, and even different from what Wang Anshi knows. He is as clear as a firefly in the darkness of the earth.
Chen Lin thought, as long as you can walk behind the gap in Zheng Yun's heart, maybe you can clearly know what kind of person this is.
Now people all over the world are listening to him. As soon as he gave the order, the silent world was immediately filled with the roar of Jin Ge's iron horse, and there was no room for other voices.
This is the power of the winner!
Zheng Yun stretched out his right arm, and a majestic sea immediately fell from the sky, hovering at low altitude, accurately standing on his arm, and two powerful claws firmly buckled in the gap of armor.
Now that the sea has been called down, it is inevitable to reward him. The sea has been staring at his left hand with yellow eyes, waiting to accept his food.
A piece of dried meat soaked in water soon entered the eagle's stomach, and it was still dissatisfied with the dull cackling in its throat, indicating that it was not full.
Who feeds the eagle thoroughly? Zheng Yun shook his arm, and Hai Dongqing flew back to the sky with the help of Zheng Yun's flame power.
Not long after, the sea caught a huge vole and threw it in front of the horse as a reward for eating dried meat just now.
Song Jun, who buried the bodies of Liao people in the wasteland all day, saw his coach playing with two Hai Dongqing in the sky all day.
Sometimes the guard will throw a small stick into the sky, and then wait for the sea to catch it from the air and send it back.
It's like walking a dog, at least that's what Zheng Yun thinks.
There is a cotton-wool sunset glow on the horizon, which proves that it will be sunny in the next few days. This sunny weather is most suitable for melting icebergs, budding vegetation and marching in Wan Li, but it is not suitable for continuing to kill people, because there is too much red between heaven and earth.
Zheng Yun likes to be with Hai or Daqingma best. As long as they are in Zheng Yun, they won't feel lonely. The longer they spend with people, the more they like to get along with wild animals. At least there, eating or not eating is only related to hunger, and has nothing to do with any other manners of human beings. To be continued.