Chapter 59: The Great Choice

A long time ago, a great man said that the process of founding the country is a process in which a student learns from the bundle of hair to enter Beijing to take the exam.

However, for Mu Tianbo, this entry into Beijing to catch the exam is a real thing.

Although the Ming Dynasty's Luncai Ceremony will not start until next year, if a person wants to go to high school, from now on, he must go to Beijing to prepare.

In the past, the students in the Ming Dynasty would go to the capital from all directions to participate in the competition, which sounded very magnificent, but no one counted how many students had died before they reached the capital.

These students braved the danger of being devoured by wild beasts, intercepted by robbers, swallowed up by the treacherous natural environment, attacked by disease, and capsized by boats.

The only thing that can comfort them is the momentary glory of the roll call on the Donghua Gate.

In the lonely journey, the scholars stayed in ancient temples and caves, and fantasized about their dreams in the shadow of the lonely lamp.

"Learn when you're young, and walk when you're strong. To the king, to the people. Make a name for yourself and show your parents. Light in the front, rich in the back...... "This is the dream of a math child, and it is also the ultimate goal of countless scholars."

Mu Tianbo sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes to recuperate.

On his lap was an forsythia sword, at the head of his bed was a spear, and on his bookshelf hung a strong bow and a box of feathered arrows.

Felt hats hung on hangers, capes stacked neatly on the table, and a huge backpack bulging with two shoulders...... He was ready to go to the capital.

After entering the Yushan Upper Courtyard, Mu Tianbo did not have a single bedroom, so the rest of his five roommates were lying on their bedheads, showing their heads like marmots, and staring at Mu Tianbo who was closing and recuperating.

At this time, the sky was just dawning.

When Mu Tianbo opened his eyes, the five groundhogs who were watching him retracted their heads back into the quilt in unison.

Mu Tianbo put on a strong suit, hung the sword on his waist, put on a cloak, put on a felt hat, carried a backpack, carried a spear, a strong bow, and an arrow bag and was about to leave.

When he opened the door, Mu Tianbo said softly: "Seven years of classmates is a blessing for Mu Tianbo." ”

A groundhog poked his head out of the quilt and said: "Come to meet in Japan, don't show mercy to your subordinates, I am not as good as you, but my partners are very strong, you may not be an opponent." ”

Mu Tianbo said: "It's a pity that I can't walk with you." ”

The other groundhog rolled over and sat up and roared, "A broken princess will make you swoon, I really don't know what you're thinking." ”

Mu Tianbo said: "That broken princess needs someone to protect, if I don't protect her, she will die without a place to be buried." ”

An obese groundhog slowly lifted the quilt urn and said angrily: "I know you have coveted my long knife for a long time, you can take it." ”

After speaking, he covered the quilt and covered his head and fell asleep.

Mu Tiantao untied the sword on his waist, untied a simple long knife from the opposite wall and hung it on his waist again, and said: "My sword is left to you, and the six gems inlaid on the sword can buy more than ten long knives like you, this is the last time you take advantage of me." ”

Finally, one of the two marmots lying in their clothes jumped down from the bed and said to Mu Tiantao, "We will send you." ”

Mu Tiantao said with a smile: "No, saying goodbye to thirty miles will only make people sad for thirty miles, so it's better to say goodbye." ”

After speaking, he put down the things in his hand and hugged the two marmots fiercely, opened the door, and walked into the vast world against the cold wind.

Mu Tiantao left, and the marmots were completely sleepless, sitting on their beds one by one and not bothering to talk.

I don't know how long later, a groundhog said, "He won't live to be twenty years old." ”

Another groundhog said, "If we are enemies, he will live to be eighteen years old, and I will lose." ”

"If he dies in our hands, he can still get a whole corpse, and after death, someone will bury and set up a monument, for fear that he will die in the hands of the emperor, and there will be no whole corpse."

"What if he survives?"

"The county lord may spare his life, Xia Wanchun will not let him go."

"Why?"

"Xia Wanchun hates betrayers the most!"

"I heard that Boss Xia is very majestic in Hexi, and he is invincible with three thousand iron cavalry, and he has the courage to expand the territory back then."

"In the battle of Zhangye Heishui River, the Tubo Sonan Niangxian Department was defeated by him, slashed 684 levels, pursued Sonan Niangxian Zanpu for 120 miles, captured 1,700 horses, no less than 60,000 cattle and sheep, and captured more than 4,000 Sonan Niangxian troops.

It's really enviable. ”

"Envy fart, he is also the first person among the disciples of our Yushan Academy to use the eleventh smash order, and I don't know where his former benevolence and benevolence have gone, and I will definitely argue with him when he returns."

"What right do you have to say about the affairs of the military formation? Shut up. ”

The wind blew the dormitory door open, mixed with some fresh snowflakes, and the guy sitting on the bed by the door looked back at the other four: "Who should close the door and blow the lights today?" ”

"Mu Tiantao!"

After hearing this answer, the guy by the door lazily jumped out of bed, closed the door, tied it up, and then said to the other four: "Looks like no one is cooking, right?" ”

One guy rolled over and got into the quilt and said, "I don't have much appetite—"

"Then continue to sleep, anyway, today is Old Man Ge's I Ching class, and he won't name him."

Everyone was so kind that they got into the quilt one after another, intending to use a comfortable sleep to dispel the sorrow of parting.

Mu Tiantao descended from the Jade Mountain in the wind and snow, he didn't look back, and a woman in red stood at the gate of the Jade Mountain Academy and looked at him.

He knew it was Zhu Yu.

He was reluctant to follow her back to Beijing, in that case, even if he won the top prize, Mu Tiantao felt that it was a humiliation for himself.

It wasn't until he was about to leave the Yushan Pass that he turned back, and the red dot was still there...... took out the binoculars and looked at the woman carefully, and said loudly: "I'm leaving, don't worry!" ”

The soldier guarding the city gate said impatiently: "Get out, get out, I'm freezing to death." ”

Mu Tiantao laughed loudly and left Yushan City.

"Resist, resist, kill Hong Chengchou!"

Fan Wencheng called weakly, his hands spasmedly stretched forward, and he grabbed Du Du's shirt tightly.

"Don't kill it."

Dolgon glanced at Fan Wencheng again and said to Du Dudao, who was holding a long knife.

Du Du said: "I also think I shouldn't be killed, but Hong Chengchou ran away." ”

Dolgon shook his head and said, "Hong Chengchou is dead. ”

Dudu looked at Dorgon in bewilderment.

Dolgon said: "This world can't tolerate Hong Chengchou to continue to live, and in the future, this name will not appear in the world." ”

"Hong Chengchou is not dead!"

Fan Wencheng sat up from the bed like a zombie, looked at Dolgon with his eyes and said, "Hong Chengchou is not dead, arrest him quickly." ”

Dolgon glanced at Fan Wencheng and said, "You will take care of your body." ”

After speaking, he took Du Du and left Fan Wencheng's resting place.

Du Du reached out to catch the snowflakes and said to Dorgon in disappointment, "Your Majesty is in good health. ”

Dorgon shook his head and said, "He's not well. ”

"How?"

"Ordering us to withdraw our troops when we are about to capture Beacon Hill is very abnormal, and it is even more abnormal to transfer two white flags to North Korea to quell the rebellion, two yellow flags, two blue flags, and it is also very abnormal to return to Shengjing.

Summoning the princes of the Mongolian tribes into Shengjing, this is not like a lecture, but to give their last words. ”

Du Du's hands trembled a little, and he said in a low voice: "Could it be?" ”

Dolgon glanced at Du Du and said, "No, it is normal for people to be born, old, sick and dead. ”

"If Blessing ......"

"No, in my Qing Dynasty, it should be a brother and a brother, and Fulin is too young."

"But, Bumu Butai ......"

"It's just a woman."

Dolgon's words were quickly swept away by the wind and snow, and at this time, he was very ambitious, and the emperor's throne, which he had coveted for many years, was beckoning to him, and even standing in the wind and snow, he could not feel the slightest chill.

In his eyes, neither the six-year-old Fulin nor Bumu Butai could control the fierce horse of the Qing Dynasty.

Only with him, Aisin Jueluo Dolgon can lead the Qing Dynasty to stand firmly on the shore of the sea.

Fan Wencheng fell off the bed and climbed hard to the gate, he really wanted to talk to Dolgon that Hong Chengchou could not be put back in Daming, otherwise, Daqing would have to face this witty enemy again.

However, Dolgon and Du Du had already gone far, and the wind and snow had obscured their figures, and no matter how Fan Wencheng called, they did not hear them.

So, Fan Wencheng hit the threshold with his forehead in pain, and the thought of those strange men in black falling from the sky when he had just relaxed his vigilance and killing him by surprise.

Fan Wencheng swore that he had resisted, and had shown the greatest courage to put up the most resolute resistance, but the short firearms, grenades, and a weapon that could plunge people into a sea of fire in the hands of those men in black crushed their hastily organized resistance in an instant.

For a short time, the two armies did not even tremble, and the flames and explosions that accompanied them never stopped as soon as the Negroes appeared. Only the most elite samurai can shoot a row of feathered arrows at the first opportunity.

Then, there was a one-sided slaughter.

Fan Wencheng swore that this was not the Daming Jinyiwei, or the East Factory, as long as he looked at the strict organization of these people, he knew that this kind of person did not belong to the Ming Dynasty.

Fan Wencheng, who has studied Lantian for a long time, finally thought of a possibility in his mind - the black-clothed people in Lantian!

"Lord Wang, Hong Chengchou has gone to Lantian, this person has arrived in Lantian, there will be no one to restrain him, he will be ten times braver, ten times more cunning, and ten times more ferocious than Hong Chengchou we met in Songshan...... Lord Wang, you can't let Hong Chengchou leave, this is the real return of the tiger to the mountain. ”

No matter how much Fan Wencheng wailed, no one walked into the courtyard where he lived, and Dolgon had said when he came in - idle people wait to leave.

The pain on his forehead finally woke Fan Wencheng from remorse, laboriously tore off his hand frozen on the threshold, and slowly crawled towards the bed, trying several times but unsuccessfully, he tore off the quilt from the bed and wrapped it around his body, shrank in front of the bed and looked at the wind and snow pouring into the door, and roared heartbreakingly: "Someone——"