Entering the twelfth lunar month, the number of pedestrians on the road has increased significantly, and the cars are full. As the Chinese New Year is approaching, everyone is rushing home to reunite.
Because we were so eager to return home, the tea stalls on the roadside were much deserted, with only four people sitting across from each other.
Boss Wei and Shopkeeper Lu were a little sad.
"Everyone is going home to celebrate the New Year." Shopkeeper Lu said, "but you have to rush out."
Qixing said: "We, the Jianghu people, are at home all over the world."
Mr. Wei couldn't help but chuckle, this girl is really...
Then the Jianghu people said that Jianghu is angry. He raised his hand and said: "Then I wish Miss Qixing a safe journey and success."
Shopkeeper Lu said from the side: "It's okay if it doesn't work. Just take care."
Mr. Wei glared at him: "Don't say anything disappointing."
Qixing smiled and saluted the two of them: "Don't worry, I will go well and take care of yourself."
Boss Wei and Shopkeeper Lu returned the gift: "Then we won't give it away."
In order to avoid being discovered, they deliberately waited outside another town. Even so, they couldn't really stand on the roadside and watch.
Qixing and Qingzhi walked out first. Two cars and three horses were waiting on the roadside, as were two men and two women.
The two men, one old and one young, surnamed Guo, and the older woman are a family of three. The three of them are servants found by Linglongfang. Of course, they are from the Mo family who were recommended to Mrs. Dong through the shopkeeper Wu's family.
Another girl as big as a green pheasant named Hualing was brought by shopkeeper Lu of the Wei Dong family. She met Qixing here. Linglongfang did not know that there was an extra person.
Qingzhi and Qixing got into the car in front, old man Guo drove, and Mother Guo and Hualing sat in the car behind, with Xiao Guo driving the car. Accompanied by the crisp sound of horsewhips, the two cars drove southward in the cold wind.
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Mr. Wei and shopkeeper Lu walked out with their wheelbarrow and watched the cars and horses retreating on the road turning into black spots.
"She will come back." Wei Dongjia suddenly said.
This time, shopkeeper Lu glared at him: "Say something lucky!"
Mr. Wei smiled and looked into the distance: "I feel like this period of time is like a dream."
Suddenly such a person came, and suddenly the hall came alive.
I'm really afraid that she will just leave like this, never to return, and everything will be just a dream.
A nightmare makes you want to wake up right away, but a sweet dream really doesn’t want to wake up.
Shopkeeper Lu patted his wheelbarrow: "Of course it's not a dream. You can't run away in a dream."
Wei Dongjia shook the wheel: "Let's go, let's go back."
Shopkeeper Lu looked at the direction heading south again.
Be safe and sound.
The carriage was speeding on the road. When dusk fell, it did not rush to the town inn where it could stay, but stopped at the roadside.
Qixing jumped out of the car, carrying a long bundle behind him.
"Miss." Qingzhi raised the car curtain and shouted, with a look of reluctance on her face.
Qixing raised his hand to his lips and hissed at her, got on the horse beside the cart, spun around beside the cart, smiled at Qing Pheasant, and urged the horse to gallop away into the night.
Qing Zhi clutched the car door and looked into the distance. The figure of the dusky lady soon disappeared.
Hua Ling jumped out of another car, walked over to her, saluted her, and said, "Miss."
This title made Qingzhi's hand holding the car door tighten slightly. The next moment he took a deep breath and nodded to Hualing: "Come up."
Hua Ling climbed into the car.
"Uncle Guo." Qing Pheasant raised his voice again and said, "Hurry up and rest in the town ahead."
Old Man Guo said loudly: "Okay, Miss."
Accompanied by the crisp sound of whips and the clatter of horse hooves, we arrived in front of a city at nightfall. The city gate was about to close, and people entering the city lined up to be inspected one by one.
They soon arrived at their group, and saw cars and horses driving around in the dust. The city gate guard knew that these were outsiders, so he asked if there was a way out.
Nowadays, road signs are not strictly inspected. It depends on the mood of the city gate guard. If you are in a good mood, ask a few questions and let him go. If you are in a bad mood, you will have to ask a few more questions and maybe be asked to wait outside the city gate overnight.
excuse me.
When I heard the question, a girl in the car lifted the curtain and handed it over: "Yes."
The city gate guard took it and saw that it read that the embroiderer of Linglong Embroidery Shop in Xucheng, Xizhou came to Beijing with two maids, two male servants, two men and two cars. Her name and age were detailed, stamped with the official seal, and there was a guarantor.
name.
The city gate guard looked at the road guide and then looked into the car. In addition to the maid handing the road guide, there was also a girl with embroidery racks piled around her. When he saw him looking over, he nodded with a dignified expression. She must be the embroiderer.
The city gate guard asked no more questions and waved his way in.
The two carriages slowly drove into the city and went to find their own place to stay.
On the road in the wilderness, Seven Stars held torches and urged the horses to gallop. Their black hair flew out from their heavy hats and fluttered gently.
In the quiet village, there is an old man pushing a cart, with a lantern hanging on the cart for lighting, and piles of pots, pots, dishes, and chopsticks. There is also a girl of seven or eight years old, wearing a shabby cotton robe and a tiger hat, showing no fear at all.
The coldness of winter nights.
"Grandpa, walk faster." The girl urged, "It's too late, people are passing by."
The old man said, "No, no, no."
The old man was unhurried and the cart creaked.
On the path in the forest, insects and birds were chirping, and a fire suddenly lit up, revealing the face of a man, none other than Meng Xichang.
He lowered his head to look at the drawing in his hand, slid one hand over it, touched on a place name, flicked the fire to extinguish it, and walked through it in pieces, startling the night birds to fly around.
There are people awake on the wild roads late at night, and even more so in the gambling houses of the capital, day and night.
"Haha I won——"
Shouts rang out from the noisy crowd, a sound familiar to everyone.
"Gao Xiaoliu has had a good fortune recently." A gambler exclaimed angrily, "Three out of ten bets will win."
"That's right, he always lost nine out of ten bets in the past." Another person also said, and shouted to the manager of the casino, "Check and see if this kid is cheating!"
Gao Xiaoliu squeezed out from the crowd and sighed: "A bet worth a thousand dollars is nothing. It ruins the fun of gambling."
The fun of gambling? Isn’t it just winning money? What else is fun? Gamblers were stunned.
Gao Xiaoliu was already waving his hands and shouting: "I'm happy today, sir. I've covered the drinks in the casino today. Please enjoy yourself."
You can't win much money at a time, and even more are thrown out after changing hands. This is probably the fun of rich people. Anyway, it is fun for poor people to get things for free. The noise in the casino became even louder for a while.
In the commotion, Gao Xiaoliu passed through the crowd and walked into the room set up for him. Jars of wine were also sent in, and the beautiful maids raised by the casino filed in with delicacies. You can imagine what it will be like inside.
of ecstasy.
Secret doors and secret passages passed by one after another, and Gao Xiaoliu, who should have been drunk and lying on the beauty's lap, stood outside the casino.
He stretched out his hands and rubbed his face: "It's so cold."
Zhike put a cloak on him at the side and said, "Sixth Master, it's a smooth journey and I'll be successful soon."
Gao Xiaoliu smiled: "I will definitely succeed immediately and become a blockbuster." After saying that, he got on his horse, flicked his whip, and galloped away on the dark night street, followed by seven or eight people.
The north wind is howling and the snow is falling.
There were almost no people on the official road leading to the capital.
Until the noisy sound of horse hooves sounded, and a group of dark people split through the snow and fog and appeared in sight.
These were more than twenty cavalry officers and soldiers. It could be seen that they had been traveling for a long time, and heavy snow covered their robes and cloaks with a thick layer.
Three cavalry soldiers came running from the snow and fog in front.
"Zhang Canjun," the leader of the soldiers shouted, "the border of Xingzhou is ahead."
Zhang Yuan lifted his hat and shook off the snow: "It's not a good day. Everyone is tired and should take a rest. Is there a place to stay in front of me?"
A soldier said: "There is a foot shop on the roadside not far away. The place is simple. Sir, you can reach the town after dark. Just get there and rest."
Zhang Yuan shook his head: "No, just at the foot shop, so that when you get to the town, you can go directly there without stopping."
The officer in the capital was also surprised. Is he tired or in a hurry? He wanted to take a rest when he came across a travel shop, but he didn't stop when he was passing through the city. The soldiers looked at each other, but the superior officer told him to listen to this military deployment plan.
, and repeatedly warned that the matter is of great importance.
"The last general takes orders." They shouted loudly and led the way.
Zhang Yuan put on his hat and urged his horse forward. Behind him was a row of guards, followed by a group of guards. Behind the guards was a prison car. The prison car was covered with cloth and was airtight. There were people holding hands all around the car.
Soldiers with swords and guns, even wind and snow seem to be difficult to attack.
