"This..." Wang Junguo looked at Xinzhi in his hand and cursed.

The ancients attached great importance to their backgrounds, and those with noble backgrounds often looked down on those with humble backgrounds.

This is very open-minded for such discrimination about origin. Just like Luo Shixin, he is like Ma Zhou. One of them farms and herds cattle, and the other is a poor commoner. However, they never feel that there is anything worth embarrassing about their origins, but they are proud of it. Only parents have the right to choose their children, so how can children choose their parents?

Wang Junkuo was different. He was ashamed of his origin and understood the trend of high places. He was ashamed of his origin. Once someone mentioned that he used to steal and sell horses, he would be anxious about others.

In order to conceal his shortcomings, Wang Junkuo worked hard in literature for a long time. However, his foundation was shallow and he only understood the basics and never dabbled in cursive script.

After hesitating for a while, Wang Jungua handed Li Xuandao's letter to the middle-aged man and said, "I wonder if you can understand what this is written?"

When a middle-aged man took the letter, he saw the cursive script in the letter and smiled knowingly: Cursive script was formed in the Han Dynasty and evolved on the basis of official script for simplicity of writing. There are divisions of Zhangcao, modern cursive script, and crazy cursive script. Zhangcao strokes are smooth and orderly; modern cursive scripts are not bound by the rules, and the brushstrokes are smooth, while the brushstrokes are unrestrained, becoming completely out of practical art creation.

The writing method used in Li Xuandao's letter is the wild cursive script, with some artistic creations. Not to mention Wang Junkuo, he may not recognize them all. However, by summarizing the context, he can still guess the general meaning of the letter: there is no core topic, I just talked about some recent situations, and let Fang Xuanling give him some appreciation of his cursive script.

Li Xuandao came from Guzang Dafang, a Li family in Longxi. His family lived in Zhengzhou. He was one of the eighteen bachelors in Shandong for generations. He was good at writing calligraphy and literature. Fang Xuanling was his nephew, and he was also a Shandong nobleman. He was good at calligraphy and calligraphy. When he worked for Li Shimin together, he often discussed calligraphy. How happy. But since he was appointed as the chief of Youzhou, he was alone and lacked like-minded partners, he has never been satisfied in spirit. He heard that Wang Junkuo was summoned to Beijing, and he wrote it to Fang Xuanling in the situation of cursive script with his recent hard practice. Let him appreciate it.

Wang Junkuo is often stopped and scolded by Li Xuandao for violating the law, and he did not think much about it without receiving reminders from middle-aged people. However, after the other party's suggestion, he immediately became a villain and suspected that Li Xuandao's letter to Fang Xuanling impeached him. If it was not good for him.

When the middle-aged man saw Wang Jungu's expression, he looked nervous and understood it in his heart, saying, "It's a bit wrong. Luo Shixin was already arresting the Governor's handle, but he didn't know what he found. Li Xuandao criticized many adults in this letter, but he still asked Fang Xuanling to impeach... With His Royal Highness's respect for Fang Xuanling and Luo Shixin, they joined forces to deal with the Governor. This trip to the Governor is even more dangerous than what my husband imagined."

Wang Jungu's face was even more pale. He remembered the glory and wealth he had obtained, and turned into a cloud of clouds in a blink of an eye. Fame and fortune also turned into empty space. He was confused and confused. He wanted to escape but could not let go of fame and fortune. He wanted to stay but was afraid of death. What he did in Youzhou was more than enough to die hundreds of times. He was completely at a loss and said in a daze: "This world is so great. Where can I live in my place?"

"Let's go!" the middle-aged man sighed: "The Grand Governor has a strong talent, so why worry about not having a place to use his skills? Where can he sit? Why can't he let go of everything in front of him and risk his life to go to Chang'an? As far as I know, Liaodong Goguryeo and Western Regions Tuyuhun all have strong ideas and intentions to show their ambitions. The Grand Governor is talented and brave and good at fighting. How can they not bow down to the prime minister and use it more seriously when facing a person like the Grand Governor?"

"It's reasonable!" Wang Junkuo's eyes also rekindled a sense of fighting spirit. If you don't keep your master here, you will have your own way of staying with me. Just relying on your own ability, you are still afraid that you can't make a name for yourself?

The middle-aged man took out a heavy purse from his sleeve and said, "My husband said that because of Luo Shixin's interference, he failed to handle the affairs entrusted by the Grand Governor. These treasures are a little bit of his intention. The gentleman also said that Luo Shixin ruined his good deeds twice and would never give up. He will definitely take revenge on this revenge. One day, the Grand Governor became the prime minister of the country, and if the Grand Governor also became the politician of another country, he might have a chance to contact him."

Wang Junguo reached out to take the purse, with a hint of hatred in his eyes and said, "Then please sir..."

He is about to become a fugitive now and is unable to seek revenge on Luo Shixin, so he can only rely on that gentleman.

The middle-aged man said with a faint sadness: "It's not too early, the Grand Governor should prepare early, I'll leave first."

Wang Junguo asked Wei Yunguang to send the middle-aged man away, overturned the table in the house alone, vented a lot, hurriedly collected the priceless property, quietly avoided all eyes and ears, and ran away alone.

Wang Junkuo didn't know that he had left the inn secretly, and saw that he was really fleeing alone, he sneered: "I really made the point. Wang Junkuo was seriously ill. He could share wealth and prosperity, but not suffering. At this critical moment, he didn't believe anyone... Xiao Wu, Wang Junkuo will be handed over to you." Behind the middle-aged man was a gloomy figure. He responded and disappeared into the darkness.

Wang Junguo walked alone on the way to Goguryeo: Goguryeo and Tuyuhun, two places where he lives, finally chose Goguryeo. He had assisted King Youzhou of Lujiang for several years and had a certain understanding of the recent situation of Goguryeo. In the past, Yang Guang fought against Goguryeo three times, which certainly pushed the Sui Dynasty to perish, but after all, he dispatched more than three million manpower and material resources, and Goguryeo also paid a certain price.

Over the years, he has been resting and restoring his national strength. Luo Shixin found Sun Simiao for Pingyang in the past, inspiring the conflict between the King of Goguryeo and the powerful ministers, and causing him to fall into civil strife. Now the struggle between the two powerful people of Goguryeo is his opportunity. On the contrary, Tuyuhun only heard of his name and knew nothing about everything within them. It is better to go to a place where he knows nothing and start over again than to develop in a place where he knows nothing.

If others face this situation, they must secretly gather their confidants to take care of each other, and develop more quickly. However, Wang Junkuo is different, and he cannot and dares.

Wang Junkuo is naturally frivolous and takes interests first. For the sake of interests, he can sway in troubled times regardless of shame. For the sake of interests, he can ignore family affection and frame his sister-in-law for adultery, or even kill his father-in-law with his own hands regardless of the feelings of his wife and son... A person who is so ruthless and values ​​interests and everything, in his eyes, everyone in this world is like him, pursuing fame and fortune. Only interests are all truths. In the face of interests, whether it is a wife and children or even making friends, they may betray him. For the sake of interests, all morals and principles are shit.

It is also for this reason that Wang Junkuo only trusts himself. Now that he is in a down-and-out situation, he is not as good as his past glory and has to leave his hometown to go to Goguryeo to develop. Faced with his decadent momentum, he does not believe that any person under his command who is willing to live and die with him is still willing to follow him without regrets when he is in a down-and-out situation.

Wang Junguo walked alone on the road of night, feeling of loneliness and desertion enveloped his heart. Thinking of the call to the wind and rain some time ago, his eyes were filled with unwillingness.

The scenery around is strange and familiar. When people gathered as thieves and robbed everywhere, the base camp was near Hebei. It was the nearby generation. I couldn't help but think of the earliest life of occupying land as kings and running rampant.

At this moment, a slight sound of bowstrings came from my ears.

The sound of the gentle bowstrings was particularly eye-catching in the silent night, followed by the sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Wang Junkuo has been fighting on the battlefield for more than ten years and is particularly sensitive to this sound: it is the sound of arrow feathers breaking through the air.

Before this could be reacted, the sharp arrow had reached his chest.

At this time, it was impossible to capture the arrows with the naked eye. However, Wang Junkuo's more than ten years of war and fighting caused this powerful general, known as the King's Dadao, to burst out with amazing potential, as fast as lightning, and rolled off the horse's back. Although his appearance was indecent, he avoided this arrow.

After a series of sharp arrows shot, the target was no longer Wang Junkuo but his mount.

The war horse was injured by arrows and frightened, and escaped without being controlled.

Wang Junkuo didn't have time to think too much at this time. Years of survival experience have told him that the other party's purpose is to kill him...

run!

Wang Junkuo did not hesitate at all. The other party came prepared, and he was alone without any advantage.

Wang Junkuo has never been a hero, so he escapes cleanly without any drag.

But before it could break out a hundred meters, three black shadows rushed from the front.

The leader drew out his long sword and flew towards Wang Junguo.

Wang Jungu's big sword fought without hesitation. As the blood splattered, the man in the leader actually let Wang Jungu's face go from head to toe and cut it into two pieces.

The power of a sword is so powerful!

Wang Junkuo is a world-wide name, and Wang Dadao is definitely not a false reputation.

But just as he was trying to kill the left and right and left and right, he felt cold on his back and turned around and turned around. A black shadow appeared behind him at some point, and the thin and gloomy appeared out of thin air like a ghost.

Wang Junkuo claimed that he could listen to all directions and have a wide range of eyes, but he had no idea about the figure behind him.

A cold light flashed, Wang Jungu's front bra had been cut and his skin was cracked.

If he hadn't reacted in time, his chest would have been broken.

The two left and right also took action together at this moment.

One person uses a knife and the other uses his legs.

Wang Junguo hurriedly could only block the knife on his left, and for this, he inevitably suffered a heavy kick on his waist, and flew out and fell to the ground. (To be continued)

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Chapter completed!