Ghosts are not evil

Qibao was led by Qiancao to Hanoi Village to visit Bai Yi, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, he ran towards him and shouted happily: "Brother Bai!"

"Qibao is here." Hearing the sound, Bai Yi came out of the room to welcome Qibao, leaned over and hugged Qibao, pressing it heavily on her arms.

Qibao learned to Bai Yi what Shulu said to him that day: "Brother Bai, I went to Lushan a few days ago, and the mountain god asked me to tell you that her blood can make people live forever, and it can also gather souls. soul."

Bai Yi hugged Qibao to the chair, overjoyed: "Collect your soul... Are you serious?"

Qiancao was afraid that Qibao would not be able to explain clearly, so she took the words: "Shu Lu told him personally, so it should be credible. She was born from the spirit stone of Lushan Mountain, and it is not impossible to gather the spirit of heaven and earth."

Knowing this, Bai Yi couldn't wait for a moment, and hurriedly put on her robe: "I'll go see her." After saying that, she disappeared like a gust of wind.

"Qiancao, why is Brother Bai in such a hurry?" Qi Bao was usually used to Bai Yi's steady appearance, so he found it very novel.

"When your elder brother Bai comes back, you can ask him again." Chikusa patted Qibao's head with a look of coming.

Fu Wenxin had just woken up at this time. Hearing voices from the outside room, he opened the door and walked out of the room. He saw Qibao and Qiancao standing in the room, but did not see Bai Yi. He asked, "Are you here to find Mr.?" ?”

It was rare for Qibao to meet a child of his own age: "Is the husband you are talking about Brother Bai?"

Fu Wenxin remembered that her husband mentioned to him that a boy named Qibao lived in the room he lived in before: "Are you Qibao?"

Qibao went up to his brother and put his arms around Fu Wenxin's shoulder: "You know me? Brother Bai told you."

Fu Wenxin responded indifferently: "Well, has the sir gone out?"

"Brother Bai has gone to Lushan."

Fu Wenxin got into the room, not knowing what to pack: "Then when the husband comes back, tell him for me that I'm going to find Lanfang."

"Can you take me with you?" Qibao's temperament like joining in the fun, Chikusa has nothing to do with him.

"Okay." Fu Wenxin felt that Lan Fang should like the excitement.

In the temple, Lan Fang, who usually stays in the painting, disappeared. Fu Wenxin shouted at the top of his voice, "Lan Fang, where are you?"

Lan Fang struggled to drag out a drunk man from behind the stone pillar, and replied, "I'm here."

The three of them could barely see how the one-armed man was wearing a suit and was about 30 years old, how he was lying down in this ruined temple in the barren mountains.The three of them surrounded him and looked up and down for quite some time before the man woke up and asked, "Where is this place?"

"How did you come here? I don't even know how you were able to sleep here all night under my nose." Lan Fang always disliked these homeless people coming to the temple.

The homeless man murmured in a low voice: "I remember I was drunk, after I was drunk..."

Back in time, the wanderer remembered why he appeared here.

Yan Mengxian is a descendant of Confucianism, although he is a scholarly family, he is full of loyalty, for the king and the people, and will not hesitate to do anything.There are more than one hundred members of the family, and the country is facing a crisis. In times of war, more than half of those who voted for the army and died for the country at the death festival.

For more than a hundred years, the Yan family has produced many outstanding writers. The officials in the dynasty are all upright and upright, and their family precepts are clear. In all clans, there are dishonest officials and dishonest ministers. .

An Mingjun's father, An Mingshan, was a fierce warrior. During the Taiping period, the former emperor passed away, and the new emperor ascended the throne to change Yuan Anping. He was afraid of Anming's good deeds, fearing that he would support his own troops in the border counties, and wanted to call him back to Huai'an. , Release the military power.

At that time, there were bandits everywhere at the border, and the people were in trouble. An Mingshan refused to accept the order. The emperor angrily reprimanded An Mingshan in the court: "The heart of a tiger and wolf dares not to accept the order."

Fifteen days had passed since this word reached An Mingshan's ears. An Mingshan repaired books and sent others to Beijing. , the kid proclaims himself emperor, it’s not a plan!"

The emperor was afraid that An Mingshan would raise troops and cause trouble, and when he heard the news that An Mingshan was coming, he temporarily claimed that he was ill and would not go to court.

More than a month later, An Mingshan wiped out the bandits, sealed his head with a thousand ranks, and personally escorted him to Huai'an before presenting it to the emperor. The emperor was terrified when he saw it, and fell down from the throne.

In the third year of Anping, the new master was in a daze, indulged in wine and sex, and allowed the eunuchs in the court to grow up.

The king of Jin caused chaos with the eunuch party. The country was in trouble, so he raised troops to serve the king. At the same time, he called on all the kings to go north to attack Huai'an. The court urgently called An Mingshan to lead his troops back to Beijing to escort him.

On March [-]th of the third year of Anping, An Mingshan died of illness on the way back to Beijing. His son An Mingjun buried An Mingshan hastily at Sanzhangtai, and led the army back to Beijing. In spite of grief and indignation, he won consecutive battles and the morale of the whole army was improved. Great shock.

The imperial court granted An Mingjun a first-class marquis, and half of the army stayed in Beijing to garrison. An Mingjun only led 5 troops out of Qingzhou.

In the fourth year of Anping, the King of Jin reactivated his military affairs, and led his troops into Qingzhou. He was caught in a dilemma. An Mingjun reported to the court to ask for soldiers to help him.

An Mingjun fought hard for several months without seeing any reinforcements. The city ran out of ammunition and food. In order to protect the safety of the people, An Mingjun raised a white flag, opened the gate of the city, and surrendered to the King of Jin.

In July of the fourth year of Anping, King Jin's troops came to the city and demanded that the court execute Song Wang, the leader of the eunuch party.

The two sides were at a stalemate for a while, Song Wang had nothing to do, and according to the Ministry of Rites, he ordered Yan Mengxian to leave the city and surrender to the army.

The king of Jin respected the loyalty and virtuousness of Yan's family, retreated ten miles, and greeted An Mingjun.

Yan Mengxian rode away by bicycle, An Mingjun led a thousand riders to meet him, but he refused to show up for a long time.

Thousands of people lined up, and the leading soldiers laughed and laughed at Yan Mengxian: "There is no one in the court, and now, such a brat is sent to persuade him to surrender."

An Mingjun then came late, seemingly stopping, but without the slightest intention of intimidation: "Don't be rude to loyal ministers and Confucian queens."

Yan Mengxian stood proudly in his sleeve: "The so-called effective conduct is nothing more than that, please, general."

An Mingjun laughed it off, and personally led Yan Mengxian to the post house to rest, the words were for Yan Mengxian, but the people around him said: "For the sake of safety, please wait here for the ambassador, don't go to other places. "

At night, the King of Jin hosted a banquet in honor of Yan Mengxian, but he did not discuss state affairs with him. Yan Mengxian returned without success. After repeated repetitions, Yan Mengxian had no choice but to retreat, and boldly said: "Forgive me for nothing, dare to ask the prince Chen Bing in Huai'an, what is his intention?"

The King of Jin faced each other with wine: "Didn't your envoy hear that this king came to the side of the Qing emperor?"

"Now the Holy Majesty is in danger, and the King of Jin refuses to back down even a bit. Is he trying to force the Holy Majesty to be killed!"

"Your envoy is serious. This king's trip is not only to side with the Qing emperor, but also to punish the faint emperor."

Yan Mengxian was only one step away from King Jin, when he heard King Jin's words, he grabbed his sword and pointed at King Jin, and the hall was full of swords and swords: "If King Jin is determined to do this, don't blame me for letting your blood splatter three feet today!"

The King of Jin raised his chin slightly, and met Yan Mengxian's eyes. He really did not expect that Yan Mengxian, who looked like a frail scholar, had such courage and did not dare to act presumptuously: "Why is your envoy so..."

Yan Mengxian sent the sword forward, his brows were deeply locked: "Stop talking nonsense." The sword edge cut through the skin and pierced into the end of the neck.

An Mingjun waited for the opportunity, drew his sword and sliced ​​off Yan Mengxian's arm with the sword, the blood splashed on the spot, he drew the sword and saluted: "Offended the envoy."

Yan Mengxian swallowed the pain: "You despicable villain!"

An Mingjun frowned and stared, with an annoyed expression on her face: "To each other."

A sergeant came to report: "General, there is a surprise attack from the rear. General Weiyuan led his troops to meet the enemy."

An Mingjun was unmoved: "Understood, let's back down. My lord, the front is tight, and I can't come back at this time. It is estimated that it is the Beifu army. Its strength is only [-]. At present, the most important thing is to capture Huai'an."

King Jin agreed: "Well, then follow what the general said."

"Report! Jingyang fell, General Weiyuan died in battle."

"Report! Huai'an City is broken."

An Mingjun tried her best to support her body: "Understood, let's get back..." I was annoyed in my heart, if I knew that the one who came was [-] instead of [-], Mingcheng would not have died, because I missed his life.

A guard came to report: "General, the special envoy has not eaten or drunk for a whole day."

An Mingjun was furious: "Is it hunger strike, is it suicide? Come, someone, surround the posthouse with straw and pour fire oil on it. I'll see if he surrenders or not."

An Mingjun raised the torch high in his hand, and shouted loudly into the room: "Yan Mengxian, will you surrender or not."

Yan Mengxian walked down the corridor from the house, raised the porcelain bottle in his hand and threw it at him fiercely, with a loud clang: "Rebellious ministers and thieves, don't go rampant!"

An Mingjun dodged sideways, and smiled angrily: "Okay, you have backbone." Throwing the torch, he lit the straw pile, and the fire quickly spread to the attic.

Yan Mengxian's eyes were full of flames, without the slightest hint of fear, he turned his head to the sky and laughed: "If so, I deserve to die."

Unexpectedly, An Mingjun gave an order: "Come here, put out the fire. You want to die, don't you, I just don't want you to be wishful."

Most of the stairs had been burned by fire, so An Mingjun had no choice but to order someone to set up the ladder and forcefully bring Yan Mengxian out of the abandoned building. Yan Mengxian didn't show any gratitude at all, and was extremely uncooperative: "Let me go!"

An Mingjun held him in his arms, and sneered: "Prisoner, why do you think I will listen to you?"

Yan Mengxian scoffed: "A traitor."

An Mingjun pinched Yan Mengxian's cheeks with one hand, and slammed on the burnt pitch-black stump: "A traitor? Yan Mengxian, you have wasted your whole life reading sage books, and now you can't tell right from wrong. What deserves your allegiance?"

Yan Mengxian stared into An Mingjun's eyes, and said word by word: "An Mingjun, the ways are different, so we don't conspire with each other."

"But I want to break your way!" An Mingjun carried Yan Mengxian on his shoulders, forcibly brought him back to the bedroom, and threw him under the curtain of the bed.

The sound of cloth being torn reverberated in the room, Yan Mengxian resisted death, this kind of An Mingjun scares him far more than death, he pushed and kicked: "An Mingjun! You bastard, let me go!"

With a mocking smile on An Mingjun's face, he ripped off Yan Mengxian's clothes without sparing any effort in his hands: "Let me go? You have the guts to assassinate the King of Jin openly, and you are not afraid of life and death. Are you afraid of this? If I don't abolish you One arm, I'm afraid King Jin will kill you."

Yan Mengxian was furious, and slapped An Mingjun with his backhand: "An Mingjun, a soldier can be killed, but not humiliated!"

An Mingjun raised his hands above his head, his eyes were full of determination: "I just want to humiliate you and make you understand where you are."

"An Mingjun! If you still care about us for a long time, you will give me death." Yan Mengxian closed his eyes, and his expression seemed to show signs of loosening. There is nothing more sad than heartbroken.

An Mingjun lamented: "Yan Mengxian, it's not that I'm unfeeling, you've hurt me so far, how can I let you go. Don't you understand, the world is set, why are you standing still?"

"One minister doesn't serve two lords, eat the lord's salary, and take care of the lord's worries, what's wrong with me." Yan Mengxian still refused to let go.

An Mingjun grabbed Yan Mengxian's hair, and smiled in relief: "Okay, then let's not talk about state affairs, between the bed and the curtain, you still say such disappointing things to me. I'm afraid it will make you hoarse to kill those monarchs and ministers." Minister, father and son have forgotten about it, and you regret why you didn't eat a few more bowls today, so you have the strength to kick me out of bed."

Yan Mengxian said angrily: "The prostitute! The villain!"

"Whether it's a prostitute or a villain, you will be my man today." An Mingjun bowed his head and kissed the lips full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, the father and son of monarchs and ministers.

In November of the fourth year of Anping, the king of Jin proclaimed himself emperor, named An Mingjun the king of Ming, held festivals, and opened the three divisions of Yitong.

An Mingjun took Yan Mengxian to his new mansion, and said: "You can call him Mr. in the future, he likes to be Mr. Man best."

"Yes! My lord." The voices of the officers and soldiers in the mansion were like a bell.

"The face of a villain." Yan Mengxian insisted on stabbing him.

An Mingjun leaned over nonchalantly, grabbed Yan Mengxian's waist, and said nonsense, "Tonight, I will show you what a villain's face is." Asking Yan Mengxian to open her hands, she cursed in a low voice, "Shameless." An Mingjun Still shamelessly leaning forward to ask for scolding.

Yan Mengxian shook off him and walked forward, An Mingjun was chasing after his back, if it wasn't for the broken arm, everything would have been as if it had been more than ten years ago, when he first entered the Yan family school, Yan Mengxian was still the most diligent student in the school Ask the students who are upright and self-sufficient.

An Mingjun hopes that once the world is peaceful and prosperous, he will make Yan Mengxian upright.

But in troubled times, An Mingjun had no choice but to fight for him and break his arrogance, even if it was just to save his life, it would be nice to keep him by his side.

The civil strife has just subsided, and the war outside the Great Wall has risen again. When I die in battle and return to my hometown, I will protect you for the rest of your life.

"I remember I was drunk, what happened after I got drunk..." Yan Mengxian asked himself and answered.

Yan Mengxian woke up again like a dream: "Where is this?"

"This is Minshan." Qibao replied.

"Minshan, Minshan... Oh, by the way, my general died in front of the battle, and I'm going to find him." As he spoke, he got up and swept away his clothes. Even in rags, he couldn't hide That straight spine.

Lan Fang saw that he was crazy, and muttered: "He is obviously by your side, and you still go all the way to find him. No wonder you slept with me all night and I didn't know it. It turned out that it was because of that little devil. I don’t like people like you.”

"Can't he see it? It's so pitiful." Qibao couldn't help sighing as he watched Yan Mengxian walk away.