Xue Xiang smoothed the chess piece up on the chessboard, handed the teacup to An Weihong, and signaled him to help him make a glass of water. An Weihong was not easy to refuse, so he brought the teacup. Xue Xiang smiled and said, "Elder General, what do you think the kid is here for today? You can't just come to do a massacre, right?"

The old man looked heartbroken and twisted his beard that did not exist: "What a massacre? I am not in the state of today. I didn't notice it for a while, and I was fooled by you, and I was defeated by the king. I just wanted you to speak, but it was a pity for my reputation in this life. Humph, you came to find the old man to open the back door, and I don't understand. Since you have asked for the old man, why would you dare not give me face?"

"Elder General, since you invited me to play chess, you respect the boy. How dare you play tricks with you? Of course, you have to show your 30% of your ability and be on the verge of being on the verge of battle. But you are too serious for a while, I think you will never be as knowledgeable as a junior."

"Good boy, how dare you be poor with me? I'm so angry that I'll see what your ten-cost thing looks like tomorrow. Don't play the old man with the set of 'slap and rub three kneading'. Open the box you brought, let me see what is hidden inside, and dare to take it to my old man."

"Look, you!" After saying that, Xue Xiang opened the long mahogany box and took out the scroll. Lao Wang had removed the chessboard and teacup on the stone table, and spread a piece of yellow silk cloth on it. The old general took the scroll, carefully placed it on the silk cloth, untied the tie, and slowly opened it. The whole scroll was about four feet long and one foot wide, and what caught his eye was a simple style of walking. The whole piece was preserved in perfect condition, with only a yellow mark the size of a nail on the upper left corner of the white rice paper. A water tune song on the rice paper was written in a chic and unrestrained manner, and the writing was like flowing clouds and flowing water, without any stagnation.

"What a pity, what a pity, the old man can get a glimpse of such a magical stroke in his lifetime. What a pity to die? What a pity to die!!"

The old man was very excited. He admired the calligraphy for half an hour and sighed. He shook his head, looked up at the sky, rubbed his hands constantly, and there were signs of being unable to stand firm. Xue Xiang and Lao Wang quickly stepped forward to support him.

General An gently broke away from the hands of the two and sat down: "I'm not old yet, but I'm too excited. Su Zizhan's calligraphy is indeed not inferior to Yan Zhenqing, and he chased Wang Xizhi. It makes people feel excited. It's like a boat in the sea, freely roaming in the bumps, and real skills. Good boy, I don't ask where you come from. Since you brought it, I think it's for the old man to be a birthday gift. I'm thanking you here. Although we GCD people are not happy to hold a birthday party, we always want to gather together. When I'm going to tell you the family banquet, if you don't drink, come and eat a cake."

Xue Xiang was very anxious. What the old man meant was that this treasure would be beaten with a piece of cake? Xue Xiang hurriedly said, "You misunderstood, misunderstanding. I have never figured out whether this calligraphy from Dongpo that I passed down from my ancestors is true or false. I heard Wei Hong say that you are a great expert in appreciating calligraphy and painting, so I took it over and let you take it. Oh, I didn't expect it to be the original work of Su Dongpo. I am so happy! Thank you, thank you, I will definitely come here to hold a banquet. Not only will I eat cake, but I also wish you a birthday wine. I am a poor boy, and I can't afford any gifts. Then, I will sing a birthday song for you. Okay, what, if you are busy with official business, I won't bother you, I will leave first." After that, Xue Xiang rolled up the scroll and put it in the box, pretending to leave.

Seeing that Xue Xiang was not going to be trapped, the old man became anxious and held the wooden box and smiled and said, "Sit down for a while, I don't have much official duties. OK, don't pretend to be fake, let's talk about anything."

Seeing that Hua Shuai was no longer talking, Xue Xiang explained Xue Anyuan's situation to him. After hearing this, the old general smiled and said, "You kid is really here to send sugar-coated cannonballs. The old rule is that I will collect the sugar-coated cannonballs and shoot the cannonballs for you. Xiao Wang, then, lock it in my study." After that, the old general picked up the wooden box and handed it to Lao Wang.

Xue Xiang was stunned. Unexpectedly, the old general An actually used such a method and had no choice but to go forward and snatch the things back. He could have pretended to be an appraisal before, but the old man had accused him of the words, and he couldn't take them back. Xue Xiang looked at Lao Wang holding the wooden box away with his eyes. Although he had not shed tears, his heart was bleeding.

The old man looked at Xue Xiang's miserable appearance and comforted Lao Huai for a moment. He felt relieved and refreshed for a moment. He returned all the cowardly anger he had just suffered. He was humming a little tune, shaking his palm-leaf fan, shaking his thighs, and looking like a "returning home group" that he had to avenge his great revenge.

Xue Xiang covered his hands on his face and gently wiped it, and his original frown immediately turned into a smile. The old man was surprised to see his ability to change his face and thought to himself that this kid could still laugh when he was hit like this. This guy changed his appearance as a smiling bastard, so I have to pay attention.

Xue Xiang smiled and said, "You are given a red pink to a fake person. Of course, good things are given to those who recognize goods. In my heart, you are the one who recognizes goods, and the only one who recognizes goods."

"You kid is disgusting, are you so disgusting? Don't say that the sword is given to the martyrs, but you just say that you are red pink. I think you kid is so bad that you have a lot of gutters."

"You also said to me, you don't accept gifts, aren't that a little too much?"

"Have I received the gift? Who can prove it?"

"Uh... I've said the wrong thing. You're really good. No wonder ** could not beat you back then, and the boy was convinced."

"This is called strategy, it's wisdom! You, it's better to go back and read more Mao's choices, don't think about flattering and walking through the back door all day long."

Xue Xiang really couldn't say anything about him. When he met a top-notch old man, he didn't do anything, and he was very proud of his teaching. Xue Xiang was unwilling to go around with the old man, and he was dizzy. Xue Xiang said seriously: "I don't mention calligraphy and painting. I'm just giving it to you. I'm asking you for your contribution to my current happy life. Don't you also respect you?"

"This is like a sentence. Although it sounds stronger in flattery, it feels comfortable to hear it." The old man said with a sip of tea and squinted his eyes. It seemed that he had not yet put down his vigilance towards Xue Xiang, and he defined these heartfelt words as flattery.

Xue Xiang smiled helplessly and said, "By the heart, should my uncle's affairs be solved by the organization?"

"How many things in this world can be done by heart?" The old man stopped teasing and held two chess pieces in his hand and turned them.

"Who are you afraid of offending?"

"I'm childish, who have you ever been afraid of? Now is a sensitive period, and the one behind your uncle is even more sensitive. If I do something, what will bring them to death. Hey, why do I tell you, the baby? Do you understand?"

"Okay, it seems that I was reckless. You are also in conflict now, right?" Seeing that my uncle's affairs were no longer possible, Xue Xiang simply changed the direction of the topic and said something amazing.

"What conflict do I have?" The old man stopped shaking his palm-leaf fan and stared at Xue Xiang with his eyes as if he wanted to see his heart.

Only then did Xue Xiang feel the power of the veteran head rolling out of the sea of ​​blood. His heart suddenly tightened and he sat upright: "The smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield has been gone for a long time, and the swords are hidden in Xuanwu Gate."

A poem comes out and it is shocking.

With a "bang", General An smashed the teacup on the table, and the cup was splashed with water. It happened that An Weihong brought the tea to Xue Xiang, and Lao Wang also returned from the study. Seeing that the atmosphere here was a bit abnormal, the table was in a mess. Just as he was about to step into the pavilion, General An stopped him: "You two go to the main hall first and ask Xiao Liu and the others to retreat outside."

An Weihong, Lao Wang took the order and retreated. When he left, An Weihong looked at Xue Xiang deeply, not understanding what this desperate person used to attract grandpa, and he didn't even hear it. After a while, there was a commotion in the bamboo forest, the pine formation, and the roof. Xue Xiang looked up and found that it was a soldier wearing various camouflage uniforms retreating. Xue Xiang was shocked. When he came, he passed through the bamboo forest and the pine formation, but he didn't find that there were so many guards with guns and ammunition hidden there. However, it was also believed that General An was in the center of the military aircraft. His body was so important that he was so easy to guard.

"Okay, now there are only two of us here. Tell me, who sent you?"

"Don't I know my purpose? Save my relatives!"

"Save your relatives? Haha, how could a young boy say the three words "Xuanwu Sect"? It would be a good reason to fool people."

"The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear."

"I want to see how you are a bystander. Let's talk about it. If you can't say it well, I'll ask you to go to the military court."

"This... this is not good. I am not a soldier. I am here to give you a birthday gift. How could you entertain guests like this?"

"I am a military base here, don't you know? You dare to speak out here, and you can't tell me a reason. I think it's enough to behead you."

"Okay, don't scare me, don't you just want to see who is standing behind me, why bother this?"

"You guys know each other, let's talk."

"There is really no one behind me. Think about it, my uncle is still in labor reform, and his relationship with that chief is well known. If others want to test you, they will never choose me. You are too cautious."

"Uh... what you said makes sense. As expected, I believe you are here to save your relatives and tell me what happened to Xuanwu Gate."

"I'm afraid my body won't last long." Xue Xiang said this sentence worth beheading with fear, staring at the old general with his eyes tightly, and sweat on his forehead flowed down like a stream.

The old man did not slap the table or scold him. He looked at Xue Xiang calmly and said, "How did you know?" In fact, he had already stormed a hundred feet of rage in his heart. He really couldn't believe how could such a major secret be spoken from a child? At this time, he didn't dare to scold him, for fear of scaring Xue Xiang's words back.

Seeing that the old man was not as angry as he imagined, Xue Xiang said carefully: "Don't be too worried, I figured it out by myself. The old man has never shown up for such a big deal in April. Didn't that seem too anxious to take over the State Council in January and the Deputy Head of State in April?" Of course, he would not say that the history book had been written long ago, and he could only entrust his talent to his own.

"I didn't expect that, I didn't expect that the ancients said that Ganluo, Yan Shifan's first-class one, is your number one!" After hearing this, General An remained silent for a long time and suddenly sighed.

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