From the map, the entire Youzhou looks like a bronze gui with its left ear missing, with the Cangjiang River under its right ear.
To the northwest of Cangjiang River, at this "right ear", is the Huimen River coming from Xinfu and Weiping Mansion. Half of the corpses of Weiping Mansion rushed towards Cangjiang from the ancient pass of Yuntian Mountain.
Xia Zhaoyi wanted to get to Hengxiang as soon as possible, so he did not take the official road of Yuntian Mountain, but crossed the Huimen River and went down from Ningzhou.
Ningzhou is very small, less than a quarter of Youzhou's area, but Ningzhou is open and flat, making it much faster than trekking the official road to Yuntian Mountain.
The carriage drove directly into the Huimen River, which had been frozen into a flat mirror, bypassed the ancient gorges and forests on the river, passed through the primitive mountains that had not been visited for a long time, and reached the west bank of Ningzhou in less than half an hour.
"It's so happy!" Yang Fugui's heart was surging.
Kang Jian also felt happy. He turned back and looked at the wonderful scenery along the way, feeling relaxed and happy.
The heavy snow was still falling, and the fatigue of many days of traveling was dissipated by the beautiful scenery, but the journey still had to continue. After a short rest, the carriage went south along the west bank of Ningzhou. Two days later, they crossed the Cangjiang River again and arrived at Zhenzhou in Shenshi.
It gets late quickly in winter, and although there is no snow in the sky, it is covered with dark clouds and the visibility is very low. However, there are many people on the shore, and it is as busy as a small market.
Hearing the commotion, many people glanced at the carriage coming up from the ford, then quickly looked away and continued to bargain.
"Many vegetables are still fresh," Kang Jian turned around and said to Xia Zhaoyi, "Miss Ah Li, I'm going to buy some vegetables and I'll be back soon."
"Okay." Xia Zhaoyi responded.
Not only are there vegetables, but there are also a lot of fresh fish, all of which are fished out of holes in the ice.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, Kang Jian came back carrying a large bamboo basket filled with vegetables, fish, and three kilograms of marinated bacon.
Just as he put the bamboo basket on the carriage, he heard a very soft voice: "Here, this good brother."
Kang Jian turned around and saw a young boy who was only as tall as his chest.
The young man's face was covered with wounds, bruised and purple, and his clothes were thick but in tatters.
"Can you give me something to eat?" The young boy said awkwardly, "I, I'm a little hungry."
Kang Jian frowned, took out a few bundles of vegetables and stuffed them into his arms.
"Thank you so much, big brother! Thank you so much, so big brother!" the young man said, "My name is Xiaozhou! May I ask what your last name is?"
"My surname is Kang, healthy Kang!"
"Ah, my surname is Kang. There are very few people with the surname Kang. Most of them are from the minority. In our Central Plains, most people with the surname Kang live in Muzhou. I dare to ask Brother Kang, but is your surname from Muzhou?"
"No," Kang Jian said, "but my ancestor was."
"Thank you, Brother Kang!" Although the young boy had a bruised nose and a swollen face, he smiled gracefully and had white teeth. "My surname is Yu! That's the one..." He paused for a moment, showing a bit of sadness and sadness, and looked at Kang Jian and said,
"The excess."
"Are you okay?" Kang Jian said, taking out another dish from the bamboo basket, "Here, I'll give it to you again. Go find your family quickly."
There seemed to be tears in the young man's eyes, but soon, a smile appeared on his face, and he felt happy. He hugged the dish and bowed and nodded: "Thank you, Brother Kang. I will definitely remember Brother Kang's great kindness."
!Thank you!”
Kang Jian waved his hand and said you're welcome. The girl in the carriage suddenly said: "Yang Fugui, give him some money."
The young man was about to leave when he heard the voice and looked towards the carriage in surprise.
The crisp and melodious sound is both sweet and cold, a sound that can be remembered by one's ears.
"Here, here's this for you." Yang Fugui picked at the rope and took out thirty coins.
Kang Jian took out five coins from his own pocket and put them in the boy's hand.
"It's too much," the young boy said hurriedly, "It's really too much."
"Go, go," Kang Jian said, raising his whip and leaving.
Watching the carriage run away, the sadness in the young man's heart grew stronger and stronger.
The boat passed away from then on, leaving the rest of his life in the river and sea. His name really comes from this sadness.
What's even more tragic is that a person with Master's temperament will definitely not feel sorry for him at all.
Not to mention him, even for someone like Lin Qingfeng, the master would not blink an eye if something happened to her.
Is it possible that I really have to go wandering in the future?
It was getting late, Kang Jian entered the village at the junction of Zhenzhou and Hengxiang and found an inn.
As soon as they arrived, they saw a group of people preparing to leave, with a total of three carriages in front and behind.
The innkeeper personally sent those people out of the inn in a respectful and courteous manner, which was quite attentive.
Because the carriages were facing away from each other, Kang Jian and Yang Fugui could only see one of the carriage drivers. He was a burly middle-aged man with extremely thick arms, but the wrist of his left hand did not seem to be flexible.
He raised his whip and the carriage followed the two cars in front and ran towards Hengxiang.
The shopkeeper turned around and saw another carriage coming here. He hurriedly stepped forward and handed over his hand: "Sir, you are here. May I ask whether you want to work in a restaurant or stay in a hotel?"
"Leaving tomorrow morning," Kang Jian got off the carriage, "Stay in the hotel, three of us."
"Okay!" The shopkeeper turned around and shouted inside, asking him to prepare three guest rooms.
The three carriages in front had not yet gone far. When they heard the shouts, Lin Qingfeng said lightly: "Three rooms, in this snowy place, the business of the inn is pretty good."
Next to her sat two girls who looked uncomfortable, but they didn't say anything after hearing this.
The faces of the two girls were equally bruised and purple, but they were much lighter.
Lin Qingfeng raised his hand and opened the car curtain. It was dark and dim outside, so there was really nothing to see, but the wind blowing in could at least make the smell inside the car fade away.
"I'm a little tired," Lin Qingfeng hit her neck, "Come here and rub it for me."
The two girls didn't move.
Lin Qingfeng glanced at it, and his eyes became serious: "What?"
"I, I'll do it." The older girl stood up and went over, sat down next to Lin Qingfeng, and raised her hand to rub her neck.
"It's acceptable," Lin Qingfeng closed his eyes, "It would be better if the strength were more focused."
"...Yes." The girl said while holding back her breath, increasing the strength in her hands. Looking at Lin Qingfeng with her eyes closed, the girl's eyes gradually revealed a fierce light, and the murderous intent was cold in the darkness.
At the same time, the teapot in Shen Xu's hand suddenly spilled.
The hot tea dripped on the table. He calmly put down the teapot, pushed the tea cup away, and said calmly: "The water spilled."
Li An immediately took a dry cloth to clean it.
Shen Xu went outside the house with his hands behind his hands and raised his eyes to look at the snowy night sky. The night wind still hit him.
"Sir, it's ready." Li An said.
"My old friends should all be here," Shen Xu said, "I wonder what surprises they can bring me."
"Sir," Li'an never asked Shen Xu much about anything, he just said, "It's getting late, you should take a rest early."
"Okay." Shen Xu said, but did not move, still looking at the night.
Li'an paused for a moment and couldn't help but added: "It would be better if the young master had dealt with Hengxiang's matter earlier. Master... I still hope that the young master can go back and celebrate the New Year together."
"If he can call Zhiyan back to Yunliang, I will consider it again."
"Second Young Master...it's basically impossible."
"Really?" Shen Shu smiled faintly, "Do you think there is really no way to let Zhiyan return to Yunliang?"
"Well," Li An felt helpless even when he said it, "the Guo family treats the second young master so well, but the second young master can break up the friendship and fight like that, let alone our Yunliang."
"No, there is actually a way." Shen Xu said.
"Huh?" Li An was curious, "What can you do, Master?"
"Kill my grandfather or grandmother," the smile on Shen Shu's lips deepened, "Zhiyan will always come back to keep vigil at night, support the deceased, worship in the ancestral hall, and kowtow in front of the grave, right?"
Li An's eyes widened: "This, how can this be..."
"Of course it is possible," Shen Shu smiled, "but it doesn't have to be so difficult to see Zhiyan, and you don't have to go back to Yunliang."
so far so good.
Li'an's heartbeat suddenly became very fast just now.
He was convinced that Shen Xu could do it. Following him these years, he found that as long as Shen Xu wanted to do something, she would definitely achieve her goal, no matter who she sacrificed or what means she used.
And Shen Xu really has no feelings for Yunliang.
He doesn't like people around him to call him young master, or eldest young master. He likes them to call him "gongzi".
Occasionally, if you make a mistake and call him Master, he will give it up if he is in a good mood, or even punish others if he is in a bad mood.
"Yes," Li An whispered, "The house the second young master bought is near us. If you want to see the second young master in the future, we can just go to Qingyue Pavilion and say it."
"Really?" Shen Shu's smile faded a bit, and she kept speaking in a calm tone, "What about Qingyue Pavilion? There are houses like this that he built casually everywhere. If I want to see him, I will go directly to him. yes."
"……Um."
"It's a pity that it's not the right time yet," Shen Shu narrowed her eyes, "It's such a pity."
