Lei Shi said: "It looks a bit like the portrait of the direct ancestor of Emperor Zhaoyong's uncle hanging in the palace in Beijing." She raised her hands lightly and saluted: "Please let the Marquis make the decision, whether this is the real third or fake.
Just don’t let anyone disturb his schedule.”
Siping Hou said: "Save it."
...
In the evening, a man who claimed to be the youngest leader of Heifeng Village led a dozen people and abducted Mr. Ma and others who were staying in Tutu Temple. When the city gate was closed, they passed through the city.
The Marquis of Siping was shocked, and the county magistrate of the city was shocked. They all ordered a strict investigation. Because Mr. Ma and others who claimed to be imperial officials could not produce official documents and seals, they stayed in the Tutu Temple. This way they could not know the names of the household registration, and could not find out the grievances and grudges.
.The matter is shelved.
...
The afterglow of the setting sun washed over the sky and earth, and penetrated into the red clouds outside the window. Yu Cun once again read the paper on the table, which read: Feng Ji, male, claims to be less than nineteen years old, has been in the city for twenty-three days, and lives in Zhangji.
When I went to the inn, the package was heavy, and the spying information was all related to the Yu family. I inquired about the inner house many times, and Matchmaker Zhang cashed, Matchmaker Qian cashed... the flower seller cashed... the Yamen Book Office cashed...
....
Outside the door of the red paint house, the family members were waiting respectfully. Yu Cund said, "Go." He patted down the paper and said, "Give the money that the person gave you to Matchmaker Zhang as a gift."
...
Feng Ji.
Four Generals Thunder Wind Machine.
I am leaning over my desk in the upper room of Zhang Ji Inn, summarizing the news I have received recently.
The crown prince Lei Fengyong and the second general Lei Fengyun were dragging their feet and were only ten days away from Zhang Lin. The day when they received the news was probably closer. Whether the truth came out or the disaster was about to begin, it was unpredictable. And the third
Ge Lei Fengqi sent back the news that Yu Cun secretly had secret envoys who opposed his ascension to the throne, but the list of people he contacted was not clear yet.
The Marquis Mansion of Xuchang mobilized troops, and the Prince of Shunxing County and others also recruited troops on the spot. A large number of people were hot-headed and unsatisfied at ordinary times, hoping for chaos and promotion, and were ready to take action.
"Fourth brother, my idea is close to Master Yu, I will be there soon." Lei Fengqi's latest letter.
His long and strong fingers tapped on the mottled tabletop of the inn, and the calluses on his hands could be seen from the side. Lei Fengji was recognized as a person in the family who was more thoughtful than a ghost, and he would not hesitate to pick up a weapon.
Although there is no one else in the room, the knife is at hand. When you don’t need to take things, pack them up and put them in a place within easy reach. The pen, ink, blank paper, etc. spread out on the table cannot be read, so you will not feel bad about throwing them away.
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The evening is a noisy time, and the noise is a normal sound to the ears. The sound of tiptoeing footsteps was not heard until the thunder machine was outside the door.
He held the knife in his left hand, threw the baggage on his back with his right hand, and then swept away the message paper. The best place was in his mouth.
If it is a false alarm, you can spit it out, but if it is a real incident, it will be swallowed in your stomach after a few mouthfuls.
With a loud bang, the door was smashed open, a powerful man waved a stick, and cursed so loudly that other voices in the world were silenced, and the questions asked by the thunder machine were also lost.
"Who are you?", this kind of words, sandwiched between "It's him, the bastard, the third-rate thing, beat him, beat him, beat him..." There is no ripple at all.
Suddenly the water flowed into hundreds of rivers and the wind flowed into the valley. There was no trace of the loud sound of water and wind.
Not on the battlefield, Lei Fengji retreated steadily and fled the inn in a panic. The shopkeeper threw out a few pieces of silver and said: "Take the rest of the money and get out of here." A young lady covered her face and cried out of the inn, pointing at Lei Fengji and walking away.
The direction was full of tears.
"Heartless person, ugh..."
Lei Fengji was shocked and angry, how could a man who was not engaged have a reputation of being obscene, but he was beaten relentlessly with sticks and sticks, and rotten vegetables and sewage were thrown from both sides of the street until he resigned and ran out of the city gate.
The last ray of the setting sun jumped into the horizon. Yucheng held the lantern at the city gate, shining brightly, and the city gate closed heavily. The soldiers guarding the city giggling strangely: "It's dark. Beware of fire and thieves."
The two doors were closed and cold, rejecting visitors, and the darkness outside the city seemed like a monster opening its mouth.
Lei Fengji was so angry that he almost pointed his finger at the top of the city and yelled. He had never suffered such a big loss since the Fourth General became so evil.
...
In the city, outside the Zhang Ji Inn, Shi Shiran went home after watching the lively matchmaker Zhang with a large amount of money in her sleeve. She had no other losses except informing Master Yu and wasting her saliva.
Yucheng, surnamed Yu.
...
Yucheng, surnamed Yu.
Lei Fengji had never felt this deeply before. The old man, Master Yu, looked at him like this. The ditch in his belly was deep and deep, hiding puddles of bad water.
It’s not that dark at all. No need to ask, it’s related to the matchmaker named Zhang.
There were other flower sellers and the clerk's office in the yamen, and it was possible that they were the cashiers and tipped off the Yu family, but Matchmaker Zhang was the most righteous. When Lei Fengji inquired about the inner house, she refused directly and was neither humble nor overbearing. She was the most suspect.
The nights in March are still cold, and after the sunset disappears, the coldness of running water quickly merges into the night. With the thunder wind blowing full of energy, I think I can save dinner and go to the nearby villages to find a place to stay.
No one around heard him, so Lei Fengji scolded: "Bad old man, I won't call you an old man for raising a young man. You are a bad old man with a bad belly. You don't even recognize your relatives, and you can't even get into trouble with Zhang Lin's people."
In the past few days, I praised you for your courage to save the country and your scholarly character. Why did you kick the Fourth Master out, bad old man..."
In the sight, the grass was cold and desolate, the frosty moon was silent, but not long ago the inn was warm and the bed was clean. The thunder wind machine got more and more energetic as it scolded, and began to entertain itself, melodious like a song.
"Bad old man, a bad old man who doesn't recognize his relatives..."
The eagle howled above his head, Lei Fengqi stood under the moonlight, beckoned to catch the eagle's claws, untied the small piece of paper, and saw that the writing was from Lei Fengqi: "There has been a change. Master Yu is in danger, I can protect him. I have gone elsewhere.
."
Lei Fengji unpacked his bag, fed a piece of dried meat to the eagle, and watched it fly away into the night sky. He repacked his backpack and muttered: "I don't even have a place to stay, and I still have to protect the bad old man..."
..."
I heard loud shouts in the field in front of me: "Don't let go of the dirty thieves coming out of the city..."
The fire came out from all directions, and the outline of the nearby village was illuminated. The name outside Yucheng was also Yu, which taught Lei Fengji another lesson.
Lei Fengji calmly thought about it for a moment, then took a few strides to get behind the tree. When he came out again, he had a big beard on his face, a half-old blue cloth with the lining facing out, which was a new furoshiki, and he was holding a dead branch in his hands.
He trotted out and said, "Oh no, I'm so unlucky that I didn't make it to the city in time. There is a thief in the wilderness. He took away my clothes. I made a new flower dress for a hundred cents, with yellow flowers on a black background and three pieces of bamboo.
"
About a hundred people came over with torches. After listening to Lei Fengji's narration, they shouted and spread: "The dirty thieves driven out of the city have changed their clothes. Look carefully, there are yellow flowers on a black background and three pieces of bamboo."
The thunderbolt machine wearing only his inner clothes was caught in the middle, shouting no lower than the others: "Where is it, where is it? Don't leave the dirty thieves who came out of the city."
It didn't take long for me to become close friends with Yu's relatives outside the city. When we finished work, we were invited. Not only did we have a bed to sleep on, but we also had a hearty meal of farm bacon rice.
The moonlight shines in the farmyard, and the thunder blower is sleeping loudly.
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I forgot about the Dragon Boat Festival yesterday, so I wish you good health.
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