Chapter 79: juvenile

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At that time, Xiao Jue took Nanfu soldiers to Jingzhou. Although the world knows that Xiao Er, the son of Wen, is a must-have, he can't bear the heavy responsibility when he is young. Zhao Nuo is the ambassador of Jingzhou. When Xiao Jue arrived in Jingzhou in the early days, he did not put Xiao Jue in his eyes. It's rude to joke from time to time. That's all. During the First World War in Jingzhou, Xiao Jue led his soldiers to the battlefield. Zhao Nuo was greedy for fear of death in the rear, wrongly commanded, and delayed the fighter plane, causing many soldiers to die innocently. Seeing him so crazy, Xiao Jue made him tie up and take down.
Zhao Nuo’s father was Shang Shu, who had stayed in Jingzhou for many years. Naturally, there were countless people who came to intercede, and there were many high-ranking nobles who came to intimidate and lure.
"He's the Jingzhou ambassador, his father is still the Hushangshushu, how many people in the DPRK and the Zhao family have made good friends, you have offended him, and you will not be able to move in the future!"
Xiao Jue was unimpressed and only smiled contemptuously: "But Shang Shu is so rampant, even if his official worships the prime minister, the coach will be correct."
Three days later, Xiao Jue led his troops to surround Zhao Nuo's mansion and pushed Zhao Nuo to the beheading of the fallen soldier's stele.
"The Zhao family is actually related to the Xiao family and the Cheng family," Cheng Lisu recalled: "That Zhao Nuo, as it stands, has some relatives with us. My mother also wrote a letter in person at that time. Go ask the uncle to open the net and leave a line to do things."
"But Uncle didn't listen." He smiled, a little helpless and a little proud.
"Du Xiaodu is acting like this, are you afraid that someone will provoke in front of your majesty?" He Yan thought for a while, "Your majesty will also be dissatisfied."
"It's my elder brother, who asks the same questions as me." Cheng Lisu said with open arms: "I also think my uncle's move is too hasty."
After a long time later, the young man had put away his romantic pretentiousness, became restrained and calm, and became a high-ranking governor of the right army. Cheng Lisu asked, "Uncle, are you not afraid of your majesty so that you will be separated from you?"
The young man was reading a book, and when he heard the words, he just burst into laughter, and said indifferently: "He dare not."
The emperor did not dare, but the courtiers were not afraid.
In fact, this is indeed the case. Even though the ministers of the courts said all the bad things about him, the Jin Luan Temple in the Hushang Shangshu asked for a punishment one by one, and finally it was gone. This is because Xiao Jue took the Nanfu soldiers with a strong momentum, defeating Nanman's fight.
At the time of hiring, an already dead ambassador, a talented one in a thousand miles, and Emperor Xuanwen is not blind, he naturally knows how to choose.
However, Emperor Wen Xuan's daring not to deal with Xiao Jue's crimes does not mean that gossip is not heard in Shuojing City. Hu Tong, Zhao Shu and Liang Jue's Liang Zi, thus concluding, and those who had good relations with Zhao Tong naturally saw Xiao Jue. The people who had a good relationship with the Xiao family also alienated Xiao Jue.
First, he was apathetic and harsh, and he could order beheadings to his relatives without mercy. Secondly, he is arrogant, and even his majesty does not pay attention to it. In the future, he will inevitably offend others, maybe one day he will even affect his relatives and friends.
The Cheng family and the Xiao family are not close relatives because they are relatively close relatives, but they prefer to interact with Xiao Jing rather than Xiao Jue.
"My mother told me not to get too close to my uncle," Cheng Lisu said. "He said he doesn't miss family."
He Yan thought for a while: "Xiao Dudu is not such a person."
"I know." Cheng Lisu smiled, "I always knew."
The two sons of the Xiao family, the eldest son is breeze and long moon, modest and gentle, getting along like a spring breeze. Even more friendly and zealous, everyone is loved by the glory of the moon. The second son's appearance is brilliant, but probably for fairness, his temperament is not very pleasing.
What's more, after the event of slashing Zhao Nuo, Xiao Jue's reputation as "the governor of the jade face, the young man killing the general" spread out, and the others dared not look up. Of course, there was Zhao Tong’s push to help, but Xiao Jue himself also left a lot of rumors. For example, when his parents were buried in the same year, no tears flowed, and he was busy going to the Jin Luan Temple to fight for power and even the first seven. Without leaving, he left, leaving Grand Master Xiao alone to clean up the mess.
Every time his relatives get together during the holidays, he does not like to talk to people, he just meets in a hurry and leaves.
Cheng Lisu still remembers that it was a summer day. Uncle Bai Rongwei entertained the relatives of the Cheng family in Fufu for the summer banquet. Now, the Xiao family is sparsely populated.
Cheng Lisu also went with him. At that time, Xiao Jue was already sealed by General Feng Fengyun and received a reward. He returned to Shuojing shortly after his eighteenth birthday.
The female dependents all had snacks and tea together in the hall, while the men discussed the current affairs with Xiao Jing. Cheng Lisu looked around and did not see Xiao Jue's figure.
When he was a child, he was particularly naughty and hated ghosts, and teenagers of his age did not like to play with him. Cheng Lisu had fun for himself. He ran to the Xiao family's backyard and saw an orange cat with a beautiful face at the door of the ancestral hall. He ran after the cat and ran all the way to the screen inside the ancestral hall.
It was summer, the weather changed, and in the evening, there were already dark clouds on the city head, thunderous bursts, and a sudden heavy rain fell.
He held an orange tabby cat in his arms and wanted to go out. Suddenly, he heard people's footsteps and someone came in.
Cheng Lisu sneaked a head out from behind the screen and saw his uncle, the dragon, who had disappeared from the head, came in.
The young man wore a robe with a round neck and a satin robe, a gold crown on his head, and a graceful appearance, such as a multitude of beads. He loved to wear white robes when he was a boy, and he was very handsome, but now he only loves to wear dark clothes.
Xiao Jue walked into the ancestral hall, picked up three incense sticks from the side and lit them, and slowly burned incense.
Cheng Lisu's eyes widened.
Probably outsiders have everything about Xiao Jue, and Cheng Lisu has heard it. Xiao Jue never incense his parents. He is a ruthless person. But now it seems that the rumors are not all.
He moved slowly, but carefully, first dusting the incense burner carefully, wiping it clean with a cloth, then igniting the incense, inserting it into the incense burner, the green smoke curled up from the incense burner, and then dispersed in the air. But he didn't leave, didn't speak, just stood so staring, not knowing what he was thinking.
It was hot and humid in summer, the steam was steaming in from the outside, it was sticky and greasy, the thunder was louder, the youth gathered his eyes, his expression was calm, and the eaves were washed down by the rainstorm, but the room was unbelievably quiet. Cheng Lisu didn't understand what was happening, but inexplicably felt the atmosphere strange. He didn't dare to show up. He hugged the cat and sat behind the screen with the cold little uncle. He had been sitting there for more than half an hour.
After a long time, the rain stopped and Xiao Jue left the ancestral hall.
From the moment he entered the ancestral hall until he left, all of them had only burned incense sticks. They said nothing, did nothing, and just stayed quietly. But it was these three incense sticks that made Cheng Lisu aware of the uncle's cold and soft appearance.
He is not a ruthless person in the population.
There are many people in the world who always hide their true feelings under cold appearances, but they are not without them.
Others always say that Cheng Lisu is still like a child, innocent, but in the eyes of children, he can best distinguish good from evil. He does not feel that this uncle is as mean as his mother said. He likes this uncle, more It is better than Xiao Xiao.
"My uncle is very powerful," Cheng Lisu seriously looked at her eyes, "If you have been with him for a long time, you will like him."
He Yan laughed and couldn't help rubbing his head. "I know, I know it already."
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Shuojing, thousands of miles away, today's Spring Laijiang, is also full of sparks.
The water and water in the water lanterns are all lit up, and there is no way to distinguish the heavens of the world. It is also drizzling today, so the water lanterns are on top, and a small paper cover is made to save the rain.
Someone is burning incense in the ancestral hall of Xiao House.
Since the death of Xiao Zhongwu and his wife, there have been fewer people in the general's mansion. There are only two sons. Xiao Jue has not been in the mansion for many years. In the final analysis, there are only Xiao Jing and his wife. It is clean on weekdays, but I only occasionally look at it.
Xiao Jing was wearing a jade-colored robe. He was as tall and gentle as a green bamboo. He stood with Bai Rongwei next to him. Everyone would like to praise the fairy couple. The incense was curling, the autumn rain was rolling outside, and the cool breeze was blowing. He took off his cloak and covered him with Bai Rongwei.
"I'm not cold." Bai Rongwei smiled at him, worriedly: "I don't know the weather over Liangzhou."
"Tonight is the Zhongyuan Festival," Xiao Jing looked at the drizzle in the courtyard and said, "If Huaijin is in the mansion, it will be fine."
"He will not come to the ancestral hall," Bai Rong shook his head slightly. "He will not enter the ancestral hall."
"He will enter." Xiao Jing answered very positively.
Bai Rongwei looked at him in surprise, "But I've never seen him..."
"It's raining today and there is thunder," Xiao Jing smiled. "He's going in."
"Rubi, I don't understand." Bai Rongwei was puzzled.
"When Huai Jin was very young, he was taken to the mountains by his father and taught by Gao Shi." Xiao Jing took her hand and whispered: "We have rarely seen him a few times throughout the year. He is arrogant and his mother is not happy He dances with a knife and sticks. In fact, the relationship between Huai Jin and his mother has never been good."
Mrs. Xiao is the niece of the Empress Dowager. At that time, it was the Empress Dowager who gave this marriage. Xiao Zhongwu was handsome and mighty, and Mrs. Xiao liked him very much. But after getting married, the contradiction between the two also gradually revealed. Mrs. Xiao is a charming flower who is kept in the house for a long time. She is not to be aggrieved. Xiao Zhongwu is a general in the end. It is not as good as the family son. Although he has never accepted his wife and concubine, sometimes she is dissatisfied.
The years when the two of them quarreled the most were due to Xiao Jue.
Mrs. Xiao did not want her two sons to marry. She was blinded on the battlefield. She did not like blood and blood, and believed in Buddha and kindness. At the beginning, Xiao Jing missed the best time to practice martial arts because of his physical reasons. Xiao Jue has been Xiao Zhongwu's future successor since childhood.
Mrs. Xiao did not want her son to go down the old road of Xiao Zhongwu, but for the first time, Mrs. Xiao Zhongwu, who had never been so obedient to Mrs. Xiao, did not listen to his wife's dissuasion.
The son has been separated from his mother for too long. Even if there is a blood relationship, he is a little rusty. Moreover, Xiao Jue was not as docile and docile as Xiao Jing when he was a child. Occasionally, he also showed a stern side. In the face of this cold and arrogant son, Mrs. Xiao did not know how to get along with him.
Mrs. Xiao showed good agreement with Xiao Jue, and Xiao Jue's performance was also light. Mrs. Xiao likes to taste tea and talk about poetry, but Xiao Jue likes to practice sword riding. Although Xiao Jue's poems are also very good, it was Xiao Jing who accompanied Mrs. Xiao in the end.
"My mother told me in private that she was actually a little afraid of Huai Jin." Xiao Jing said that it seemed a little funny. "She later simply did not deliberately talk to Huai Jin. The two were always very polite."
"Huai Jin is actually very pitiful." Xiao Jing's smile was sad.
"My father was cold-hearted, and Huai Jin was not half-tolerant. I learned later that he suffered a lot on the mountain. He didn’t say, we all thought he had a very good life, and instead of me, I probably supported Soon he will run away." He laughed at himself.
Bai Rongwei comfortably patted his hand, "Nonsense, you can do well too."
Xiao Jing remembered the year Xiao Jue first came down from the mountain, he asked this younger brother, "How is it on the mountain?"
The teenager stretched his waist and smiled lightly, "Not bad."
The three words "not bad" have hidden the bitterness he has eaten, and the one left to the outside is just an irritated Xiao Er.
"Someone said Yan father and mother, my father treated him harshly, but my mother didn't stay by his side. Afterwards, she finally came back, but she was too polite because she was afraid of him. My mother thought he liked sweet food, so he often made it for him. Osmanthus candy, Huai Jin eats clean every time, and even I was deceived. Later, the relatives around him said that Huai Jin never ate sugar."
"Because this is how the mother can express his love for him, he eats it, even if he doesn't like it, even if no one has asked him, what exactly does he like to eat."
Bai Rong sighed slightly and said nothing.
"Although I am his elder brother, I never seem to help him. Others always say that he is ruthless and innocent, not as good as me, but I don't know. The reason why I can be the elder Xiao Xiaoguang is the reason today. He did a lot for me. I understand this truth, and he understands it." He smiled bitterly. "I now regret that my father didn't allow me to take part in martial arts. If I didn't become a civil servant, Xu today carried the burden of Xiao's family. It’s me. Huai Jin doesn’t have to misunderstand outsiders."
"We all know that Huai Jin is painstaking." Bai Rong said softly: "My father and mother will know."
Xiao Jing looked at the cards on the ancestral hall and said: "Huai Jin was not very close to his mother when he was young. He ran out with his head in three days. In fact, he put his mother in his heart."
"My mother is timid by nature, easily frightened, and most afraid of thunder. Whenever thunder strikes, if Huai Jin is in the house, she will find a reason to sit in the mother's room. Every time she sees Huai Jin, she thinks of peace How Jin got along, he forgot about thunder. When the rain stopped, Huai Jin left again."
"I didn't understand it at first. Once there was a thunder and rain, and I was outside with him, but he suddenly said that he had to go back to the house if he had something important. When he returned to the house, he said that he wanted to eat osmanthus candy, and his mother was busy for him. Chef, I suddenly realized that Huai Jin, this guy, was afraid that his mother would be frightened by thunder and deliberately made an excuse to come back."
Hearing this, Bai Rongwei laughed and shook his head: "Huai Jin is really..."
"Unfortunately, until her mother died, she didn't know what Huai Jin thought about her," Xiao Jing said abruptly. "If you know, maybe it won't be the result today."
Bai Rongwei held his hand hard: "Mother will understand in the spirit of heaven."
"He stayed with his mother before his death, and after his death. As long as he was in the palace, he would come to the ancestral hall to accompany his mother whenever it thunders and rains." Xiao Jing smiled slightly, "This is a secret, I didn't tell anyone, I think Huai Jin did not want others to know."
Xiao Jue was so proud that he did these things like a long spring rain, the moist things were silent, and he was not demanding what the result was. But in the end, when he thinks about it seriously, he feels that he is the one who is most owed.
"So you said that if he was in Shuojing today, he would also come to the ancestral hall to accompany his mother." Bai Rongwei suddenly.
"He is such a person." Xiao Jing laughed.
The smoke in the incense burner floated halfway into the air and slowly spread out, leaving no trace. The people in the past have become the past, and those unexported care and companionship have never had the opportunity to explain again.
"Rubi, you need to know," Bai Rongwei took Xiao Jing's hand gently and said softly, "Huai Jin did these things to keep the Xiao family. Now Huai Jin is far away from Liangzhou, Xu Xiang's party still regards Xiao Jiaru In the eyes of the eyes, you have to be more energetic and don’t let Huai Jin’s efforts go to waste.

Xiao Jing stunned slightly, then smiled, he said: "I naturally know."
"I know that you love Huai Jin," Bai Rong softened his voice slightly, "but I also love you. Huai Jin bears so much, why don't you? Xu Xiangming secretly suppressed the Xiao family, looking for your mistakes, you are looking towards you Cautiously step by step, how can it be relaxed?"
"You don't have to worry," Xiao Jing laughed. "The hardest time has passed."
Bai Rong slightly stunned for a moment, then also laughed, "You are right."
After the rain, Li Shuo's yard was wet with a lot of land. In Liangzhou, thousands of miles away, some people leaned against the window. His green silk hung on his shoulders, smooth and cold like satin, and his expression was faint, and Xiao sound came from a distance. I don't know who was blowing the hometown minor key. He listened, and smiled softly.
This smile was a bit self-deprecating and a little lonely. After a while, he covered the window and cut off the night outside.
The lights in the house were beating slowly, reflecting his star-like pupils, and a long wooden plate on the table, scattered with some grains of rice. The grains of rice were differently inserted into small ones made of red corner cloth flag.
The heads of Shen Han and Liang Pingping were in the room, surrounded by the table, staring at Xiao Jue's movements.
"Dudu, these are the places to insert the flag? Isn't it too much?"
"Not many." The youth looked like a jade, holding a chess piece, and nodded the red flag at the top. "Seven days later, Baiyue Mountain competed for the flag."
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Uncle is miserable.