After following the Xuanyi literati Feng Ji, he left the General's Mansion, Li Ping still felt that he was like a dream. From a young pickpocket who was ignored, he actually received the attention of the general. This opportunity to rise to the top was once a year. Even if the general of the chariot and cavalry, He Miao refused to let him into the imperial guards, but he was just unwilling to let him be brought into the imperial guards by "He Jin", it does not mean that He Miao did not have the same ability.

On his face, Li Ping kept looking back and looking at the majestic and magnificent General's Mansion, feeling a little reluctant. Thinking that he might come often in the future, he felt relieved. At this time, the sky had already brightened. After Feng Ji bowed and said goodbye to Xu You, he turned around and smiled: "This time I went to investigate and delay my friend's rest. Feng Ji felt very reluctant. Giving this pill to my friend, taking it can alleviate the internal injuries."

Unexpectedly, the popular man next to the general was so easy-going. Li Ping was a little startled and said, "The boy is talented and incompetent, he is just a guide. He is both civil and military. He admires him very much. He can leave the idle things to the boy."

He was humble and did not hesitate to his hands. He reached out to take the pill and Li Ping carefully put it in his arms. An unattainable existence like Feng Ji, even if it was a inferior product, it was not an ordinary thing. How could Li Ping let it go?

Feng Ji just smiled when he saw this, without Li Ping leading the way, but he took Li Ping all the way through the streets and alleys. In the early morning, Luoyang City was like a girl in a deep boudoir, in bud, and was so beautiful. The morning light shone on the snow, and a fresh air flowed into his lungs, making people feel refreshed and refreshed.

The sky was surprisingly clear, and there were more and more merchants and people on the streets. It was snowing again last night. There was so much snow in Luoyang in October, which was very rare, and the people were very happy, which indicates that there might be a good harvest in the coming year. There are more and more footprints in the snow, different sizes and shades. Li Ping lowered his head and looked at the cloth boots on his feet stepping on the snow, which was very interesting.

Since I came to Luoyang, I have never been able to enjoy the snow scene in this state. Chasing Han Xian seemed to open a door for me, and the road became wider and wider. Cui Songju's encounter caused me to be involved. Is this lucky or unfortunate? As I thought about it, Li Ping found that Feng Ji, a genius in the dark clothes, was walking on the snow without leaving enough marks. It seems that Mr. Feng Ji is also a master...

The literati of the Eastern Han Dynasty were not simply weak scholars, at least in a broad sense. There were indeed many people who studied scriptures and treatises, but many people also danced with swords and swords. They walked around the world in troubled times and threw themselves into the whirlpool of the times. Many literati were accustomed to martial arts. Even if they could not kill thieves, they could still strengthen their bodies.

Li Ping was wondering while thinking about it. He was vomiting countless blood by Han Xian. At this moment, he felt a little uncomfortable in his body, but his spirit was very full. He vaguely felt stronger and stronger than before. What is the reason? The majestic man in black was obviously a murderer who didn't blink, but he didn't kill him. Could it be that he had failed?

It was a moth thief, a Taoist treasure, a Five Dogs of Rice Sect, and a General He Jin. So many clues were interspersed together, which made people feel upset. But Li Ping tried hard to intersperse these scattered clues. The focus of these people and things was in Cuisongju. Where was this Cuisongju? What was the character of the ghost master Zhang Xiu? The most important thing was - Miss Wan'er must have been frightened, and I don't know what...

Just as he was thinking, Li Ping looked up and saw Feng Ji Shensui looking at him: "Why did you stop sir?"

"I saw you thinking about something all the way, is there anything that cannot be solved?" Feng Ji smiled, the sun was shining on his vast forehead, making him look even more wise and calm. He was just wearing a black black dress, which formed a sharp contrast with the snow.

"Ah, I'm wondering why sir didn't ask me about Cui Songju's situation. Where is this... going?" Li Ping was quick-thinking and said nothing. Although it was not what he thought about just now, it was also one of his own questions.

Feng Ji had a secret smile on his face, looked at the traffic around him and said, "I haven't asked me about any position you have under He An's hands?"

At this time, the two of them stood at a crossroads. Li Ping felt ache in his heart: "Boy is responsible for stealing sheep under Uncle An." He said here, his voice gradually became smaller and Li Ping looked ashamed. Before last night, he felt that what he did was for a livelihood. Although he was unwilling to do it, he still did it. Everything at the moment seemed to be heading towards the light. The change in his mood made him feel ashamed of his previous career...

"Young friend, don't worry, I guess you don't know the reason. If you know, it wouldn't be like this." Feng Ji Daxiu shook his arms and walked towards the street stall. A man sat on the bench and ordered a few dough cakes and a few plates of side dishes.

Li Ping followed Feng Ji and sat opposite him and said, "Sir, please teach me."

Feng Ji smiled and said, "Have you heard about the party and fining matters?"

Li Ping thought for a moment and replied: "The extreme measures taken by Emperor Huan and Ling because the scholars and officials opposed the dictatorship and eunuchs were known to everyone in the world, and the boy also heard of them."

"Yes, if it weren't for the great power of the thief, the party and the corruption would not be resolved. Although the literati who would not be able to serve in the whole life could enter the court, people died many times. Do you hear this?" Feng Ji looked at Li Pingdao focusedly, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, but he could not see through this pretty boy.

Li Ping looked around and lowered his voice, "The rumor is..."

"Yes, it's just the eunuchs' doing!" Feng Ji's voice was loud. Fortunately, the stall had just started business in the morning. The only guests who came to have breakfast were Feng Ji and Li Ping. Even so, the stall owner was so scared that he shivered and looked at the two guests in panic.

Eunuchs are in power, even ministers in the court, and today's emperors are helpless. How can ordinary people talk about it?

"It turns out that the gentleman is a Qingliu person, and he has admired him for a long time." Li Ping came from a scholarly family and admired the "Qingliu" lineage that dared to resist eunuchs and was hit by the attack. In this world, only Qingliu students dared to express their opinions directly in public without any worries.

"The power of eunuchs is spread throughout the court and the country. When the general fights with eunuchs, he naturally has the power in the world. As for you, since you have been sent to He Gongshan Mansion, you must be a person who needs to be cultivated. From then on, the future will surely be a bright future on the road to the world." Feng Ji looked at Li Ping with a deep meaning, and saw Li Ping stunned as if he had expected, he secretly praised his cleverness and a bit regretful.

"How could this be like this... So that's it..." Tears of incompetence kept pouring out, Li Ping didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow. The forces in the general's hands were naturally different from the bureaucrats of the General's office. No matter how well he did, he was only a member of the world. His three-year career as a pickpocket is a test and growth, and it was even more a constraint! With the "glorious history" of stealing, he would never want to enter the official career in his life, and he could only do things honestly for He!

The words in the hall were said, no matter whether the general He Jinyu, the cavalry, He Miao was playing a show, there was always a dispute. He Jin was willing to introduce Li Ping into the official career, but He Miao was stubborn and unwilling to leave the world. In exchange for others, even if they were not fame and could not serve as officials, they could use them to obtain a life of luxury and wealth. However, Li Pingzhi was clearing the remnants of the Yellow Turbans. Not being able to serve as an official was equivalent to severing his life ambitions, which was tantamount to tremendous pain and torture.

Seeing that Li Ping was only thirteen or fourteen years old, he could see through it at one point. It was a pity that this kind of understanding was revealed. Feng Ji sighed and came behind Li Ping, gently patted Li Ping on the shoulder, and looked at the stiff young man and said, "My heart feels, Feng Ji understands that it is far away from Cuisine. You and I will go there with all our strength. If you arrive first, Feng can tell me how to achieve your wish, what?"

The bread in his hand was stuffed into his mouth, and two lines of hot tears slid down his cheeks. This torture and pain hit the young man. The young man's lifelong dream became hopeless at this moment, and he ruthlessly sacrificed his future just because he wanted to be a cow and a horse for the person in power.

All of this is operating without knowing it, but it is powerless to stop it. The insignificant self, personality and dignity are ruthlessly trampled on. In the hands of those in power, it is just a toy or a tool!! This world seems to be bright, but in fact it is full of darkness everywhere. Without the world, it is already like a weather-frost.

Tears flowed to the mouth and slid into the mouth. It tasted on the tip of the tongue. It was bitter or salty, and it was impossible to distinguish. A hatred arose in Li Ping's heart, and a feeling of disgust kept filling his chest. Weakness can only beg for mercy on others. Only with strength can everything come true?

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha, OK! One word is determined!" The boy jumped up with a sad smile, holding two pieces of bread in his hand and running away. The grief and anger in his words and the implicit determination, but he didn't know that this step would not only change his own destiny, but also change the world and this history.

Looking at Li Ping's distant figure, the mysterious literati Feng Ji's eyes flashed constantly, and he disappeared thoughtfully among the crowd...
Chapter completed!