Chapter 23 Classic Reproduction

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Chapter 23 Classic Reproduction

Since Fan Chou withdrew his troops that day, Chang'an City has returned to peace for the first time in a long time.

After Zhongping went to court, he rarely had time to walk on the street.

It was the time of Qingyang when the spring rain was like crisp and the willow trees were blooming. He held an umbrella in his right hand and gently rubbed the piece of Gebu tied around his waist with the fingers of his left hand.

The rain silk hung densely on the edge of the umbrella, weaving into a curtain in front of his eyes. The entire Chang'an was blurred by the water mist, and seemed to stay forever just out of his reach.

Maybe it was because there were too few pedestrians on the road that he had such an illusion.

Zhongping walked through the narrow streets, and the deeper you went, the fewer people there were. There were no residents in the dilapidated alleys for a long time, and the moss-stained wood doors were loosely hung with corroded and broken wooden locks.

He checked the address of his hometown written on the Gebu and stopped in front of the half-open wooden door.

Fang Meng, thirty-six years old, was from Chang'an, had no relatives and no party.

Zhong Ping once asked the veteran generals in the city about Fang Meng. He knew that the honest black-faced man served in the army at the age of twenty and became a guard in the East City. He had never made any mistakes in the past sixteen years. He could not be regarded as outstanding, but he was loyal enough.

Responsibilities.

After Dong Zhuo moved the capital to Chang'an, the wife of the original defender of the east gate was beautiful. She was kidnapped by Xiliang soldiers. The defender could not resist and drowned.

At that time, Fang Meng had just changed his position and walked up to the city wall when he saw the Xiliang soldier was abusing his wife who was guarding the city. He had been honest for more than ten years, and no one expected him to pounce on him.

Everyone saw that Fang Meng's knife was aimed at the Xiliang soldier's heart, but he stabbed too hard. In the end, the knife went sideways and only cut off one of the opponent's arms.

A look of emotion appeared on the veteran's face.

There were so many generals guarding the east gate, and many of them had received favors from the previous garrison. Everyone was holding fire in their hearts and wanted to take revenge on the Xiliang soldier.

But no one thought that Fang Meng would be the first to draw the sword.

No one has ever thought that Fang Meng is such an honest person but not very courageous...

Zhong Ping remembered that he had heard Fang Meng say that his position as city guard was recommended by his colleagues, but he had not actually been appointed by the imperial court.

During times of war, no one would care about the appointment or dismissal of small officials like him.

At that time, Zhongping smiled and said that when he had some free time, he would write several letters of appointment for him.

He originally thought that Fang Meng was lamenting that he was not taken seriously, but now that he thought about it, perhaps the real meaning of the other party's words was to express his injustice for the dead former city guard.

Zhongping pushed open the dilapidated door, and the courtyard was overgrown with weeds, about one person tall.

He joined the army at the age of fifteen and returned home at the age of eighty.

Talking to a fellow villager: Who is there at home?

From a distance, it is Jun's house, surrounded by pine and cypress graves.

Rabbits enter from the dog's sinuses, and pheasants fly from the beams.

In the courtyard, the valley is born, and in the well, the sunflower is born.

The corn is pounded to make rice, and the sunflowers are picked to make soup.

The soup rice is cooked for a while, but I don’t know who it is!

When I went out and looked eastward, my clothes were stained with tears.

Suddenly, Zhongpei murmured this poem and unfolded the piece of Gebu in his hand flatly.

Such a big piece of cloth, but just one line of words, can write a person's entire life.

It's too empty.

Zhongpei stared at the piece of kabu in his hand.

He bent down and tried to fill in the song "Fifteenth Military Expedition" behind Gebu's back.

Thongpei subconsciously reached for a pen in his sleeve, but his hand came up empty. There was no pen or ink on him.

There were no portable pens in this era.

Tanehira sighed softly.

He wiped the dust off the well platform with his sleeves, carefully selected stones of suitable shape, and built a small tombstone with the stones he picked up.

Zhongpei sat by the well platform for a while, feeling completely empty.

The broken wood door "squeaked" and "squeaked" swayed in the wind.

There is a pile of stones standing alone on the blue-gray well platform, and under the stones is the wrinkled Gebu.

There is a sentence, a poem and a letter of appointment written on it with a touch of grass juice.

outside the city

Zhang Ji has not appeared in front of Fan Chou in the past few days.

After losing three battles in a row to a little-known boy named Zhong Ping, Zhang Ji had completely lost his face. Now even the officers and soldiers in the camp were privately criticizing him.

Zhang Ji felt bitter.

He really wanted to tell Fan Chou about Zhongping's evil ways, but it was too unbelievable.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Fan Chou would never believe it, and might even suspect that this was Zhang Ji's excuse.

But this cannot be blamed on Fan Chou. If someone told me that he was defeated because the enemy was blessed by gods.

Then I definitely don’t believe it either. Not only do I not believe it, I’m afraid I will give him two slaps in the face.

But this is the fact now!

It's not that our army doesn't work hard, but the enemy has Gundam...

Zhang Ji waved the spear in his hand, imagining the air on the opposite side as Zhongping, and using his wrist strength, he constantly simulated the two previous attacks against Zhongping.

But no matter how he changed his attack, the imaginary guy couldn't avoid his fatal blow.

"General, there is an envoy from Chang'an City who has sent us books and silk."

The person who came forward to deliver the message was a very familiar soldier.

Zhang Ji's offensive changed and he withdrew his spear, filled with doubts in his heart.

Books and silk?

Who will deliver the letter to him?

What is the purpose of sending the letter at this time?

Zhang Jigang was about to take the book and silk from Xiao Bing, but his eyes paused slightly.

The soldier in front of me seems to be the herald beside Fan Chou?

No wonder it looks so familiar, I have seen it many times in daily life.

Zhang Ji didn't think much and directly took the book and silk from Xiao Bing and stuffed it into his arms.

His hands were full of sweat, and he was a little worried about the crowd outside the tent.

When you open the letter at this time, you should not mention that the sweat on your hands can easily contaminate the book and silk, leading to the loss of information; it is even more troublesome if there is any unfavorable information in the book and silk, and it is leaked.

Zhang Ji returned to the tent, wiped his palms, and then opened the book.

There are no words of persuasion or provocation that Zhang Ji thought. The whole article is just ordinary greetings and incomprehensible ramblings.

The only thing worth noting is probably that the writing on this book is not smooth, and there are often large smears in the middle of the words.

Zhang Ji looked confused.

What does this mean? I am ready to be ridiculed and surrendered. What do you want to do by giving me such nonsense?

What do you mean by "the last time I saw General Zhang was the last time" and "listening to the general's words is like listening to a speech"?

Isn't this nonsense?

Almost at the same time that Zhang Ji returned to the camp with books and silk, the soldier from the previous herald rushed to Fan Chou's camp.

When Fan Chou heard that Zhang Ji was secretly colluding with Chang'an, he raised his eyebrows and was not surprised.

He thought that if I had known, I would have known that you were a mole. You must have rebelled when you were captured for the first time.

The jump reflex didn’t even take me…

Ah no, bah.

Fan Chou slammed the table hard and said angrily: "No wonder we are defeated repeatedly! You Zhang Ji, you really are not a son of man!"

"Come, follow me to the right camp!"
Chapter completed!