Chapter 59 Big Choice

A long time ago, a great man said that the process of founding a country was a process of a student learning from hair tie to taking the exam in Beijing. Now, Lantian finally came to the eve of going to Beijing to take the exam.

However, for Mu Tianbo, going to Beijing to take the exam is a real thing.

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

In the past, students from 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 even arrived in the capital.

These students braved the danger of being swallowed by wild animals, intercepted by robbers, swallowed by dangerous natural environments, invaded by diseases, and overturned by boats. After hardships and obstacles, they arrived in the capital to take an exam without knowing the results.

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

On the lonely journey, the scholars stayed in ancient temples, caves, and fantasized about their dreams that they had once gained in the lonely lamps and clear shadows.

"Study when you are young, walk when you are strong. You will be the king and the people below. You will be famous and show your parents. You will be bright in front of you and gain wealth in the future..." This is the dream of countless students and the ultimate goal of countless scholars.

Mu Tianbo sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and rested.

On his knee was a forsythia sword, on his bedside a spear was a two-meter long, and on his bookshelf was a strong bow and a box of feather arrows.

The felt hat was hung on the hanger, the cloak was neatly stacked on the table, and a huge shoulder bag was filled with bulging... He was ready to go to the capital.

After entering the upper courtyard of Yushan, Mu Tianbo had no single dormitory, so the other five roommates were lying on the head of their bed, revealing a head like a groundhog, staring at Mu Tianbo who was resting in the closing ceremony.

At this time, the sky had just lighted up.

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

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

When the door was opened, Mu Tianbo whispered softly: "Seven years of classmates are Mu Tianbo's blessing."

A groundhog poked his head out of the quilt and said, "Don't show mercy when we meet on the battlefield tomorrow. I am not as good as you, but my friends are very strong, and you may not be your opponent."

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

Another marmot turned over and sat up and roared, "A broken princess makes you fascinated. I really don't know what you are thinking."

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

A fat groundhog slowly lifted the quilt and said in a muffled voice: "I know you have coveted my long sword for a long time, you can take it away."

After saying that, he covered himself with a quilt and covered his head and fell asleep.

Mu Tiantao untied the sword on his waist, untied a quaint long sword from the opposite wall and hung it on his waist again, saying, "I will leave my sword for you. The six gems inlaid on the sword's mouth can buy more than ten long swords like you. This is the last time you have taken advantage of me."

Finally, two groundhogs lying in clothes stood up and jumped off the bed and said to Mu Tiantao: "We'll see you off."

Mu Tiantao smiled and said, "No, saying goodbye to thirty miles will only make people sad for thirty miles. It's better to leave here."

After saying that, he put down his things and hugged the two groundhogs hard, opened the door, and walked into the vast world in the cold wind.

Mu Tiantao left, and the groundhogs were completely lost in sleepiness and sat on their own beds and were too lazy to talk.

I don't know how long it took, a groundhog said, "He's not alive for twenty years."

Another groundhog said, "If he is enemies of us, he will live to be eighteen and I will lose."

"He can still obtain a complete corpse after death. After death, someone is buried and erected a monument, but he is afraid that he will die in the hands of the emperor and will not have a complete corpse after death."

"What if he survives?"

"The county master may save his life, and Xia Wanchun will not let him go."

“Why?”

"What Xia Wanchun hates the most is the betrayer!"

"I heard that Boss Xia is very powerful in Hexi, and is invincible in command of the three thousand iron cavalry. He has a strong spirit of expanding territory back then."

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

It's really enviable."

"I'm so envious. He is also the first disciple of our Yushan Academy to use the 11th killing order. I don't know where his former charity and kindness have gone. When he comes back, he will definitely argue with him."

"What do you say about the military camp? Shut up quickly."

The strong wind blew open the dormitory door suddenly, mixed with some fresh snowflakes. The guy sitting on the bed next to the door looked back at the other four and said, "Who should close the door and blow the light today?"

"Mu Tiantao!"

After hearing this answer, the guy who was by the door jumped out of the bed lazily, closed the door, tied it up, and then said to the other four people: "It seems that no one has made food, right?"

A guy turned over and got into the quilt and said, "I don't have much appetite--"

"Then keep sleeping. Anyway, today is Old Man Ge's Yijing class, so he won't name it."

Everyone followed the good deeds and got into the quilt, intending to use a comfortable sleep to relieve the sorrow of parting.

Mu Tiantao went down to Yushan in the wind and snow. He did not look back. A woman in red was standing at the gate of Yushan Academy and watching him.

He knew it was Zhu? Wang.

He was unwilling to follow her back to Beijing. In that case, even if he passed the top scorer in the exam, Mu Tiantao felt that this was a humiliation for him.

He didn't turn back until he was about to leave Yushan City Pass. The little red dot was still there... He took out his telescope and looked at the woman carefully, and whispered loudly: "I'm leaving, don't worry!"

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

Mu Tiantao laughed loudly and rode his horse away from Yushan City.

"Hold on, hold on, kill Hong Chengchou!"

Fan Wencheng screamed weakly, his hands spasmly stretched forward, and grabbed Du Du's clothes tightly.

"Don't kill."

Dorgon glanced at Fan Wencheng again at Du Du, who was holding a long sword.

Du Du said: "I don't think I should have killed it either, but Hong Chengchou ran away."

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

Du Du looked at Dorgon in confusion.

Dorgon said: "This world cannot tolerate Hong Chengchou to continue to live. 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, staring at Dorgon with his eyes straight and said, "Hong Chengchou is not dead, catch it quickly."

Dorgon glanced at Fan Wencheng and said, "You will take care of yourself."

After saying that, he took Du Du away from Fan Wencheng's place of recuperation.

Du Du reached out to catch Xuehua and said to Dorgon in disappointment: "Your Majesty is in good health."

Dorgon shook his head and said, "He is not healthy."

“How to say it?”

"When we were about to capture Bijiashan, we ordered our troops to withdraw. This was very abnormal. It was even more abnormal to transfer two white flags to North Korea to suppress the rebellion. Two yellow flags and two blue flags, and returning to Shengjing to defend.

To summon the princes of Mongolian tribes to Shengjing, it is not like to give a lecture, but to give a last word.”

Du Du's hands trembled a little and he whispered: "Can you?"

Dorgon looked at Du Du and said, "No, it's normal for birth, old age, sickness and death."

"If Fulin..."

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

"But, Bumubutai..."

"Just a woman."

What Dorgon said was soon swept and scattered out of the sky by the wind and snow. At this time, he was ambitious and the throne of the emperor who had been coveting for many years was waving to him. Even if he stood in the wind and snow, he could not feel the chill at all.

In his eyes, neither Fulin nor Bumubutai could control the fierce horse of the Qing Dynasty.

Only he, Aisin Gioro Dorgon, could stand firmly on the shore of the sea with the Qing Dynasty.

Fan Wencheng fell from the bed and climbed to the gate hard. He wanted to make a suggestion to Dorgon that Hong Chengchou could not be released back to the Ming Dynasty, otherwise the Qing Dynasty would have to face this smart enemy again.

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

So Fan Wencheng hit the threshold with his forehead in pain. When he thought of the strange men in black falling from the sky just as he relaxed his guard, he caught him off guard.

Fan Wencheng swore that he had resisted himself and took the greatest courage to resist the most resolutely. However, the short muskets, grenades, and a weapon that could make people fall into the sea of ​​fire in an instant, the resistance that organized them hastily defeated in an instant.

In a short period of time, the two armies did not even tremble. The black men had never stopped when they appeared. Only the most elite warriors could shoot a row of feather arrows at the first time.

Then, there was a one-sided massacre.

Fan Wencheng swears that this is not the Ming Jinyiwei or the Dongchang. As long as you look at the strict organization of these people and the unyielding charge, you will know that such people do not belong to the Ming Dynasty.

Fan Wencheng, who had been studying Lantian for a long time, finally thought of a possibility in his mind - Lantian Black-clothed People!

"Prince, Hong Chengchou went to Lantian. When this person arrived in Lantian, no one could restrain him. He would be ten times more brave, ten times more cunning, and ten times more cruel than Hong Chengchou we met in Songshan... Prince, he could not let Hong Chengchou go, this is the real way to let the tiger go back to the mountain."

No matter how Fan Wencheng wailed, no one walked into the yard where he lived. When Dorgon came in, he once said that the idle people were waiting to leave.

The pain on the forehead finally woke Fan Wencheng up from regret. He struggled to tear off his hands frozen on the threshold, and slowly crawled towards the bed. After working hard several times, he couldn't succeed. He pulled the quilt from the bed and wrapped it around him, hugged in front of the bed and looked at the wind and snow that rushed into the door, and shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Come here--"
Chapter completed!