Drip ~~~

The rain sounded clear and the bead curtains were weaving along the eaves. The wet and cold wind blew into the open window frames. The newly used brush was placed beside the inkstone, dripping ink bit by bit.

On the desk of Rosewood, the tea was shook hot, and there was a lacquered letter next to it. The old man hung the two big words he had just written, and reached out to hold the tea and took a sip.

Open the letter, looked at the contents, laughed a few times and folded it, leaned back against the back of the chair, and watched the tea swaying heat. The letter in his hand was a letter from home, Zhou Jue, the eldest son who was the leader from other places, came to the post station.

The letter is exactly the same as usual, and most of them are about greetings, but later it also wrote another thing that made Zhou Yong happy.

"My father mentioned that day, Lu Liangsheng, a student whom I heard that there was a person with the same name and surname in Chang'an. Your Majesty personally granted it to me as the National Master of the Great Sui Dynasty.|.|.|.|.|.|.|.|.|."

The old man didn't finish reading the following words, but he had guessed that the Lu Liangsheng mentioned by his son was the one he was familiar with.

"Okay.|.|.|.|.|Okay."

The old man raised his face and called the servant waiting outside the door, asking for a fire note, lit the letter paper and burned it to the entrance of the study, looked at the intertwined rain curtains under the eaves, and bowed his hands and bowed outwards.

"Mr. Shuhua, you have a good student. Unlike you, he finally has the opportunity to show his skills."

In the past few years, the old man's hair and beard were completely white. After he got sick last time, his body was no longer stronger than before. With the help of his servant, he slowly stood up, looked at the burning letter paper under his feet, which was blown away by the wind, and drifted away from the rain curtain, and pushed the servant away with a blush on his face.

"I can leave by myself, go get a pot of wine."

"But Master, your body...|.|.|.|.|.|.|."

Seeing that the old servant was standing there motionless, Zhou Ying's face was not very good-looking, so he turned around and waved his hand, simply putting one finger out quickly, and then stretched out another one out quickly.

"If you ask you to go, I will go. I will know my body, so I will drink two cups!"

The servant followed the old man when he was young and married a maid whom his wife was dowrying. He was considered a family member in the house. The old servant sighed and had to go to the front hall to see if there was any. Turning through the corner of the corridor, a young servant ran over in a panic, and the two almost ran into each other.

"What's the matter urgent?" The old servant was naturally the manager of the mansion. The servant hurriedly approached and whispered:

"There are strange people coming to the front yard, and I want to see the master."

The old servant frowned and looked to the front yard. He asked the servant to come over to greet him first. He turned around and went back to the study and told Zhou Rong about this. The latter put down the teacup, and his brows were tightened, and he coughed twice.

"Freak?"

Could it be the Taoist practitioner sent by Liangsheng to report the news?

The old man was just guessing in his heart, he put his clothes in order and asked the old servant to help him out of the study. With the sound of rain, he walked through the entrance hall of the corridor, walked around the side eaves of the front yard, and turned to the two open hall doors of the front hall. He saw a man wearing a hat and a straw raincoat standing in the hall, looking at the painting with the words and paintings hanging behind the first person with the words and paintings with the words and words "Wen".

Hearing the footsteps, the man turned around and reached out. When he saw the old man entering the door, he hurriedly raised his hand.

"But Mr. Zhou is in person?"

"It's me!"

Hearing the reply, the man, with his arched hands, walked slowly towards the old man who was sitting on the big empty nanmu chair on the side of the tribute table and bowed down.

"After I am the scout under General Cao, I will send a letter to the bachelor."

A letter was taken out of his arms and handed to the old servant who came over. Zhou Ying was a little confused. He did not reach out to pick up the letter from the old servant, but looked at the man.

"Which General Cao?"

"General Chen State, Cao Shouren!" The scout of Chen Jun took off his dripping hat and raised his chin and said.

A sudden roar sounded outside on rainy days, and a thunder exploded.

Zhou Ying closed his eyes expressionlessly. When he heard the word "Chen Kingdom", he had guessed something. Then he opened his eyes and looked at the scout, took the envelope from the old servant, and handed it back intact.

"If you believe it or not, you shouldn't have seen it before. How can you go back? Come and see the guests!"

The man held the envelope in his hand and saw that the old man was about to leave, he hurriedly caught up with him: "Grandmaster, this is the State of Chen, our homeland. Now the army has set up camp outside the city. My general does not want to see the Chen people kill each other, and wants the Grandmaster to persuade the county magistrate of this city, general!"

Zhou Ying, who was supported by the old servant, stopped, turned his face to the side, and pursed his lips tightly.

"You also know that you are from Chen, so what's going on in Wantong County? I heard that the city walls are almost dyed red. Why don't you kill each other? It's bullshit!"

The old man has always re-educated, and he is so angry that he can speak foul words. The old servant beside him quickly stroked his chest a few times, and then Zhou Ying calmed down his tone.

"I am a literati, I'm a literati who has quickly entered the country. I won't get involved. You go."

He waved his hand and turned to leave. The man became anxious and shouted loudly: "Zhou Ying, you are also a Chen person. Are you watching your homeland fall into the hands of the Sui people?!"

Over there, Zhou Ying raised his face, opened his beard and turned around, staring at the man's words and felt angry.

"If it were to be trapped in Chen Chao, if you say this, I would like to take up the sword and fight to the death with the Sui people, but how many years have you been unified today? I will still say sarcastic words here. My two sons have become officials and generals in the north, and the students have also shown their talents in Chang'an. How can I come to me and bury their future with my own hands!!"

The old man was a little excited and his body was trembling.

"In addition, I will give you another sentence to General Cao in your family: 'I am a Han Chinese! Both the north and the south are China!' Get out of here-"

Soon, the gate of Zhou's mansion was closed. The man gritted his teeth and turned red. He walked down the stone steps. He saw the closed door, and spitted on his straw, put on a straw raincoat and quickly went to the street. Before the sky was dark, he left the city gate and brought the news back to the military camp stationed more than a hundred miles away.

Bang!!

The pottery bowl broke and the fragments swayed to the feet of the scout at the tent. The lights swayed. Chen Fu brushed his sleeves, clenched his teeth, and stared at the 'River County' circled on the hanging map.

From the news reported by the scout, Lu Liangsheng actually ran to Chang'an and became the national tutor of the Sui people. A group of Chen people were turning their arms out, not a son of human beings!!

Reading the books of sages in vain—

After a while, his long beard shook slightly and his lips squeezed out.

"General Cao, prepare to attack the city!"

As for Lu Liangsheng...|.|.|.|.|.|.|.| I will calculate and see where you are. I will definitely not let you have a good time.

As the words fell, the tent became quiet, leaving only the gray world outside, and the sound of rain falling.

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As time passes, the heavy rain falls for two consecutive days before it stops. The golden morning sun breaks through the clouds and shines down. It leaves the river facing the quilt. Three giant boats break through the surging river and flow down the river, and it has reached a large section of Yuhang.

Lu Liangsheng, who was mentioned, was standing in a ship building, his robe was stroking in the wind, looking at the vast water vapor of the river, his hometown was already in sight.
Chapter completed!