The evil young man didn't even think about it, he opened his mouth and said: "I advise you to drink a glass of wine. There is no old friend when you leave Yangguan in the west."
Zhao Changyuan's reaction was not inferior to his: "The five-flowered horse, the golden fur, the call will be exchanged for the fine wine, and I will share with you the eternal sorrow."
"If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, and tomorrow you will be worried."
"The luminous cup of grape wine will remind you immediately if you want to drink with the pipa. Lord Don't laugh while you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?"
When he woke up the next day, he felt a splitting headache and a dry mouth. As soon as he shook his head, he heard Du Ruotong's voice in his ear: "Mr., are you awake?"
The evil young man sat up and realized that he was already sleeping in his room. He frowned and rubbed his temples and asked casually: "How did I get back to the house?"
"It was jealousy that sent you back."
The evil young man didn't recover for a long time. When he suddenly realized it, he jumped up from the bed and said, "Oh no."
He rushed outside Zhao Changyuan's room in a panic, only to see a swollen-eyed Tian Hai sweeping the courtyard with a broom.
"Where are the others?" Evil Young Master asked uneasily.
Tian Hai held back his tears and said with difficulty: "Master, I went out before dawn."
The evil young man rushed to the place where they tasted wine last night, and the wine glass was still lying on the place where the two of them were sitting. He picked up the wine glass that he had used for most of the night last night, and suddenly saw the familiar mark on the glass. It was carved by his own hands.
There was no suspicion at night, and you could only tell the difference carefully during the day. This wine glass had been smeared with sweat medicine for him all night, and was specially used to bring Zhao Changyuan down. Unexpectedly, the white-faced man had already stolen it and changed the pillar.
"You big white goose, the wine is so bad!"
The evil young man threw away his glass of wine and roared angrily. He vaguely seemed to remember what Zhao Changyuan said to him before he fell into coma last night: "You wanted to take the risk for me. Your method was quite clever, but I still saw through it. It seems that we two
, I have a better chance of winning if I go."
The evil young man leaned weakly against the rockery wall, looking at the place where Zhao Changyuan sat with his legs bent last night, recalling the way he randomly grabbed a branch in his hand and scribbled on the ground. The wine glass was probably dropped at that time.
Bag.
In fact, Evil Young Master's desire to run errands for Zhao Changyuan was not impulsive or out of loyalty. Not to mention Zhao Changyuan's special status, Zhao Changyuan's understanding of the Western Regions beyond Yumen Pass was far inferior to that of Evil Young Master.
Although neither of them has ever been there, the evil master is a genuine member of the Western Regions and an elder of the Ming Cult. This person has been hiding in the Central Plains for ten years, perhaps on a whim.
, and taught such a disciple by the way.
But only Bad Young Master himself knows this matter. Everyone has just learned that he knows kung fu, so who would ask where he learned this kung fu?
But it was too late to say anything at this time. Because Zhao Changyuan had already changed into the attire of a businessman, carried a copy of the enemy country's customs clearance document that he had found from the prisoners of war a few days ago, and ran towards the northwest for many hours.
The sun was shining high and it was already noon. In order to save time, Zhao Changyuan, a big eater, resisted the urge to eat out on the roadside. He found a shady place under a big tree to feed the horse, ate some dry food, and then
Riding quickly on horseback.
The further we travel to the northwest, the more desolate the scenery becomes, with traces of war and cavalry destruction everywhere. Along the way, the villages are dilapidated, sparsely populated, and only the elderly, women, and children can be seen in the barren fields. This sight makes Zhao Changyuan
I feel very uncomfortable. It must be the result of the wars that have raged here every year and the army raping young men among the people.
He suddenly remembered what Gong Yueyue once described to him, the so-called "peaceful era" a thousand years later. Men and women were equal, and people lived in ease and freedom. Even he listened to it and yearned for it. A kind of peace that he had never seen before.
The thought ached in his heart. Would his wife actually feel aggrieved when she returned from such a beautiful era and was forced to stay by his side? Could she not want to wake up?
"No, she said she wanted to be with me." He shook off the uneasy thoughts in his mind and said to himself silently: "Besides, I can't let go no matter what."
He tightened his grip on the reins, and his anxiety was drowned in the sound of the horse's hooves tapping the ground.
After several days of traveling under the stars and moon, Zhao Changyuan finally arrived near Yumen Pass. At this time, he was exhausted and exhausted. After passing the pass, he would be in the enemy's territory, and he would have to work hard to deal with the unknown.
An unexpected incident occurred. So he decided to find a good inn nearby and have a good night's rest. The best thing to do was to replenish his energy.
Although business exchanges have not yet been opened inside and outside the customs, there are not a few merchants here. People who are not allowed to do business openly, but can't stand the money-loving people on both sides, speculate in currency secretly. This situation is not uncommon, and it has become Zhao Changyuan's case.
It was a protective color. He prepared two identities for himself during this trip. In modern terms, he was carrying passports from two countries for easy verification by officials from both countries, but none of them were his own.
He reined in his horse and stopped in front of an inn called "Yuchi Inn". Seeing that the inn had a tall door and a wide courtyard, and people coming and going, it must not be one of those messy black inns, so he dismounted and walked forward.
The waiter who was standing at the door greeting customers suddenly felt his eyes light up. He looked up and saw this beautiful young man standing in front of him holding a white horse. He couldn't help but take a breath and secretly praised in his heart, how could such a handsome young man appear out of nowhere! He quickly picked him up.
He introduced him into the store: "Please come in, please."
Not only was the first century an era of looking at faces, even in ancient times, everyone had this love for beauty. What's more, life in that era was not as colorful as it is today, and there were not so many gods and goddesses. Today's handsome boy
, tomorrow the long-legged brother will be for public viewing and entertainment. Therefore, good-looking men and women walking on the road are more eye-catching than now. The famous Pan An was walking on the street and was beaten by women with fruits and vegetables; he was even more pitiful.
What happened was that the pretty boy Wei Jie was actually beaten to death.
With Zhao Changyuan's appearance, if he had been in an era of strong folk customs, he would probably have been chased and intercepted. But after all, the Northern Song Dynasty was still a relatively conservative dynasty, and he was always dressed as a military officer, so people usually stole from behind his back.
Whispering, after looking at it for dozens more times, I had no choice but to give it up.
But at this moment, he was dressed as a weakling, and he was in a country border that was beyond the reach of the imperial court and often in chaos. The looks and comments he received were no longer so polite.
He followed the waiter behind him with a stern face, only to hear the waiter turn around and ask him with a smile: "Do you want to eat or stay in a hotel?"
"Eat first, stay in the hotel later." When he said this, he heard his stomach protesting strongly to him. He had been really sorry for the Five Zang Temple these days. The waiter seemed to have heard this sound and pursed his lips with a smile.
, and continued to lead him to the empty table.
After bypassing the room full of diners, he was taken to a square table for four people. The waiter quickly pulled out the chair and invited him to sit down: "You sit down first, and I will serve you a pot of good tea first."
As soon as the waiter left, Zhao Changyuan used his peripheral vision to see the people around him admiring him endlessly. The girl was quite reserved, but the most disgusting ones were those wretched men with shiny faces. Their dirty looks made the blood all over his body rush to his body.
Xiangtian Linggai wished he could smash them all flat with one punch to relieve his anger. But the remaining reason told him that at this moment, besides staring at his big innocent eyes and pretending to be innocent, he could do nothing else.
He couldn't do it. His wife at home was still waiting for him to get medicine and go back for treatment. How could he waste time by causing trouble in the middle? Now that he has left his hometown, it is better to restrain himself.
Thinking of this, he decided to ignore the rude looks from others, turned to look at the vegetable sign hanging on the wall, and planned how to treat his stomach well tonight.
I don't know when, a rickety figure with an old and hoarse voice appeared at the door of the inn. I saw that his clothes were full of big and small holes, his gray hair was hanging on his head as if it had been blasted, and his face was black.
Wherever the oil goes, it leaves a pungent sour smell. This situation forms an extreme contrast with Zhao Changyuan who just came in. One is beautiful and the other is ugly. It is really a world of difference.
It greatly stimulated the sensory nerves of all the diners.
"This master...please do me a favor and spend some time." The old man held his palms and opened his mouth, and everyone understood that he was just a beggar.
The guest who was approached by him pinched his nose in disgust and turned away and shouted: "Go away, it stinks!"
"Girl, please do your best..."
"Go away, don't dirty my clothes!"
He asked for one table after another with unsteady steps, and was met with countless rolls of eyes and scolds. In this chaotic place, no one had a sense of belonging, and the indifference of people was true, but the stench emanating from his body was what everyone felt most worried about.
It was an unbearable place. In the end, he finally came to Zhao Changyuan with nothing.
"Son..."
Just as he opened his mouth, neither he nor Zhao Changyuan had time to react. Several rich and powerful security guards from the inn appeared at the right time, holding their noses and yelling at him: "Hey, hey, hey, what's going on with you? You insist on us?"
Are you going to take me out?"
The old beggar begged with a sad face: "Staff, am I too poor and hungry? If I am not forced to do this, who would be willing to beg for food with such shame?"
One of the security guards with a bad face yelled impatiently: "I don't care about you, go out and ask for food, don't disturb our distinguished guests here, get out!" After saying that, he raised his foot and tried to kick the beggar in the leg.
Soon after he said it, a white shadow suddenly flashed in front of the security guard's eyes, and then there was a sharp pain in his toes: "Ouch-ouch-" Did you kick a stone? It's so hard!
After howling a few times, he opened his eyes, which were filled with tears of pain. Only then did he realize that the white shadow that had just flashed past him was none other than the handsome young man sitting behind him who had not spoken a word, that is, Zhao Changyuan.
The guys are all people who have seen the world. Although they are holding fire in their hearts, they can't figure out Zhao Changyuan's details and will never offend him easily. Zhao Changyuan does not wear any jewelry and treasures that symbolize his status as a rich man, but the material of his clothes is solid.
He couldn't hide it from these quasi-experts on the Silk Road. What's more, he had just received that kick, but his face remained calm and calm... These days, the more capable people are, the more low-key they are, so why not
It's better to offend him.
"Hey, sir, are you okay?"
"Where did I kick you? Does it hurt?"
Everyone apologized insincerely, but Zhao Changyuan ignored them and took off his money bag, took out a silver coin and handed it to the old beggar. (To be continued)