It was already dawn a few days later when Zhikari was really looking for Yitian Village.
The sky was bright and clear, and Zhi Shou could really see from a distance. The village was bathed in the gray-blue dawn mist, and a few roosters could be heard faintly.
This is an extremely remote village with only a few dozen households. It is surrounded by the Funiu Mountains on three sides and looks like a valley. There is only a winding path leading to the dirt road outside. A broken stone tablet is inserted at the intersection with the inscription "
"Yita Village" are three crooked words.
Zhi Shouzhen walked to the entrance of the village and saw Prince Qiao coming from a distance with his sleeves fluttering, carrying the mist, like a fairy.
"Sir, I'm here." Zhikarizhen bowed and became even more wary of Wang Ziqiao. These days, he has been cultivating his body skills, and under the guidance of Qingfeng, he has mastered the "Light Body Technique of Flowing Clouds and Flowing Water", the "Gecko Walking Wall Technique", and the "Grass Snake Gray Thread Technique"
, the spider hanging technique is melted into one furnace, making the movement light and strange, and the footsteps are unpleasant. Unexpectedly, as soon as he approached the entrance of the village, he was immediately noticed by Wang Ziqiao.
"Young master is really trustworthy. It seems that he is determined to become the prince of Yongninghou." Prince Qiao said happily, his heart was filled with excitement. In just one month, how could this boy's energy and blood become so strong that he was so full that he entered the stage of refining?
The level of refined qi? Is it a chance encounter from the sky, or is it the discovery of the Witch Clan’s legacy? Since the qi and blood are replenished, why do you still come to fulfill your promise? Is it because you are worried about being hunted by the Yu Clan, or because you are greedy for the wealth of the princes, or you have other agendas? "Isn't this what Mr. Wang wishes in his heart?"
“It’s the best of both worlds.”
The two looked at each other and smiled. Zhi Shou did not mention that Wang Ziqiao had abandoned him that day. Wang Zi Qiao did not ask what happened to Zhi Shou and only made plans for each other secretly.
The two of them followed the winding path and turned into the village. Beside the road was a bare field. The autumn harvest had just passed, and the ridges were piled with bright yellow corn stalks. It was still early, and there were already villagers carrying buckets out to fetch water from the spring at the foot of the mountain.
. Their expressions were dull, and when their eyes touched the two of them, they just drifted away, as if they were sleepwalking.
Zhikari really looked at the other person a few times, which seemed to be a sign that his soul was obsessed. Sure enough, he heard Wang Ziqiao say: "A certain person has used some magic on everyone in this village. In a few days, the young master can see the results."
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He led Zhikarizhen to the end of the village, where there was a lonely firewood shed with its back against haystacks. There was a bamboo fence in front of the door, and there were fine yellow wild flowers blooming all around, trembling weakly in the morning breeze.
"Butterfly Mother." Wang Ziqiao coughed lightly through the door, "We're here."
After a while, Zhikari saw a woman's hand slowly opening the firewood door. He never thought that a simple opening action would be so gentle, soothing and graceful, like a swaying willow, carrying the spring breeze.
Rhythm.
A woman in a cloth skirt and jade hairpin walked out slowly, her eyes fixed on Zhikarizhen for a long time, then she moved away and bowed slightly to Wang Ziqiao: "Sir, please come in and talk."
The furnishings in the house are simple: a low poplar table, square, two wooden stools, one of the stool legs is missing a corner. A loom is placed against the wall, and a rusty harp is placed horizontally in the corner, with piles of it.
I took out the wooden basin. In the basin were several large soap bars and a pounding pestle.
There was a yellowed painting hanging on the earthen wall. In the painting, a girl in neon clothes danced with her waist bent, her jade face raised up was shining, and her eyebrows were more similar to that of a woman. Zhi Shouzhen caught a glimpse of the signature at the bottom of the painting, which was actually the name of the Jin Dynasty
The authentic painting of Huang Zhouzi.
"What do you think of him, Butterfly Lady?" Prince Qiao exchanged a few pleasantries and then asked.
The woman sat down calmly and glanced at Zhi Karuzhen again: "They are about the same age, and the outline of their face is quite similar to An'er's, but their appearance is too dazzling. The eyebrows are also thicker, and the sideburns need to be trimmed.
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Zhi Qingzhen listened to her voice being clear and cold, without any ups and downs. Even when she mentioned the word "An'er", it was flat, like a piece of dead ashes that had cooled over the years and no longer had any fire.
"His bone age is exactly fourteen." Wang Ziqiao smiled, "Die Niang, when you were in your prime, weren't you just as graceful and beautiful? Having a good skin makes it easier to do things. Aren't the nobles of the Jin Dynasty the most particular about this?
?What’s more, he has a calm mind, is an orphan from the wilderness, and is also quite talented in poetry, so it is perfect."
The woman raised her head and looked at the mottled walls for a while, lost in thought, and said: "As long as the Marquis of Yongning and the Bolingyuan clan can be destroyed, everything is up to the master."
Until this moment, Zhikari Zhen just heard a little bit of anger in the voice. He thought to himself, if there was no anger of hatred, even the ashes of death would be blown away by the wind.
"It will be as Die Niang wishes." Prince Qiao said solemnly, and introduced to Zhi Kaizhen, "This is Zhao Dieniang, a great singer and dancer who enchanted Jin and Chu in the past. From today on, you are her only son Yuan An.
He is also the only son of Yongning Hou Yuandun."
Zhi Shouzhen nodded slightly, and Wang Ziqiao continued: "When you were three years old, Butterfly Mother brought you here to settle down, making a living by weaving cloth and starching clothes for others, for a total of eleven years. Every day of your life since you met
, what you have done, what you like, what you hate, Butterfly Lady will answer you repeatedly to prevent any mistakes.
There are thirty-eight households here, and I will help you get to know them one by one, including the birth date, name, and habits of each villager...
Butterfly Mother had friends all over the world, so you learned some basic swordsmanship books and martial arts body skills from her. Now you are refining Qi, which is only ordinary among the disciples of the same age, and you will not be suspected by others.
You didn't know your life experience in the past, but now that you hear it now, it's inevitable that you will be extreme and resentful of your biological father. You have to figure out the key points and perform the performance that best suits Yuan An's temperament. It doesn't matter if you are arrogant, Jin people have always used this
Show off the demeanor of a celebrity. You are just an arrogant person, you need to have real materials, otherwise you will only be criticized. The Butterfly Lady will teach you her proficient harp and butterfly dance skills. You must practice hard to succeed.
Able to make friends with powerful people."
He smiled deeply at Zhi Kaizhen: "I believe in your acting skills, and I also made some arrangements for the Yuan family. But Jiankang is not as good as Bailing Mountain, with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and a lot of talents. If you can deceive Barre, you may not be able to deceive a wealthy family.
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"Don't worry, sir." Zhikarizhen replied calmly: "If the performance is not good, I will only die."
"Very good. Half a month later, Yuan Dun's wife, Princess Huayang, passed away because she had been in bed for many years and the medicine was ineffective. The last layer of obstacles has also been eliminated." Prince Qiao smiled and looked at Zhao Dieniang.
Washikari Makoto, "We don't have much time left, let's get started."
After the Waking of Insects, spring returns to the earth. Zhikarizhen is carrying a wooden bucket and chatting with several village youths by carrying water by the mountain spring.
A motorcade came from a distance, raising dust and smoke.
"Wow, is this a caravan coming?" Several teenagers immediately became excited and looked around eagerly. This place is almost isolated from the world, and the nearest town is thousands of miles away. The caravan only passes here every few years.
Some dried mushrooms.
When the motorcade drove into the village entrance, the villagers rushed out. The teenagers couldn't help but throw down their buckets and join in the fun.
"Let's go, Xiao An, let's go and have a look. There are a lot of delicious things in the caravan!" A young man named Daniel swallowed, picked up Zhikarizhen and left. In Daniel's memory, Xiao An and him
They are best friends. When they were four years old, they went fishing together in the river. When they were five years old, they climbed trees to catch birds. When they were six years old, they went to Funiu Mountain together to find the immortal. As a result, they got lost in the forest, causing the villagers to search for them for three days and three nights.
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The same is true for the people in this village. It's as if they have lived with Zhi Shou for eleven years. Even the story of him peeking at the little widow of the Song family taking a bath the year before last was vividly told.
The convoy slowed down and stopped. The cavalry on both sides stepped on their stirrups and dismounted. The shining armor forced the villagers to retreat, curious and afraid.
An old man with a gray beard, supported by the villagers, stepped forward tremblingly to greet him, and bowed: "I am Song Yitian, the village chief of Yitian Village. I am sorry for being so far away from you, so please forgive me. Sirs, I didn't know you came to our village."
What are your orders?"
A man in rich clothes wearing a lacquered gauze cage came out of the car, looked around, and gave Zhi Kaizhen a slight pause on his face. "Village Chief Song, is there a child named Yuan An in the village?" he asked loudly. "Yuan An?" Song Yitian thought for a while and shook his head in confusion, "Most of the people in our village are named Song. Oh, there is a child named Zhao An."
"Zhao An..." The man in the Chinese uniform's eyes lit up, "It should be him!"
The eyes of the villagers all fell on Zhikarizhen. The young man was in rough clothes, with disheveled hair, and his hands and feet were dirty. However, his beautiful and picturesque features made him stand out from the crowd, making him easily distinguishable at a glance.
"Your...young master's name is Zhao An?" The man in fine clothes looked at Zhikarizhen carefully for a while, and his tone was unusually kind.
Zhi Shouzhen nodded: "I am Zhao An, not a young master, and I don't know you. Don't mistake me for the wrong person."
The man in fine clothes asked: "Is your mother Zhao Dieniang?"
Zhikari looked wary: "Who are you? How do you recognize my mother?"
The man in rich clothes smiled slightly: "That's right. Don't worry, sir. Your mother and I are old acquaintances. We haven't seen each other for many years and we miss you very much. Sir, can you let me pay a visit to Ling Ci?"
Zhikarizhen stood there, looking hesitant. The man in rich clothes glanced at the old village chief and waved his hands. The cavalry immediately picked up silk cloth, grain bags and fruits from a row of carts and distributed them to the onlookers.
, shouted: "This is a reward from my lord, accept it quickly!"
"Your Excellency, you are too polite." Song Yitian narrowed his eyes and smiled with wrinkles, "Xiao An, oh no, Mr. Xiao An, you have a noble man coming to your family, why don't you go see your mother quickly?"
Zhi Kaizhen led the man in rich clothes home. The door of the firewood shed was ajar, and Zhao Dieniang was weaving. The man in rich clothes stood in front of the yard, staring at the woman for a long time, until she noticed that she raised her head, and then he stepped into the yard respectfully and held her hands.
Said: "Yongninghou, Zhongshujian, Wang Yifu, the chief historian under Dr. Guanglu, sees his wife."
Zhao Dieniang's expression was startled, and the tip of the loom under her feet suddenly bounced up with a "bang" sound. She stayed there for half a day, and suddenly she sneered: "Zhongshu Jian, Doctor Guanglu, haha, he has been promoted again in recent years.
Ah."
Wang Yifu sighed: "Madam, the Marquis has always talked about you these years..."
"Don't call me Madam!" Zhao Dieniang suddenly tore off the cloth, "His wife is the noble Princess Huayang, not me, a performer who only knows how to entertain people with dance! Yifu, for the sake of our acquaintance in the past
For the sake of love, don’t bother me anymore!”
Zhi Shouzhen took a step forward and glared at Wang Yifu fiercely. The latter smiled bitterly: "Madam, this is a long story. Can you take a step to talk about it in detail? I went through all the trouble and traveled a long way to find this place, so just treat it like this.
We are meeting old friends, so you should let me in for a cup of tea, right?"
The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and Zhao Dieniang reluctantly nodded. Zhihouzhen had to show off again before letting Wang Yifu enter the house. Zhihouzhen stood guard outside the door. When the sun set, Zhao Dieniang invited him in, with tears on her face.
Banban.
Wang Yifu walked out of the yard, and his subordinate cavalrymen gathered around one after another. One person reported: "Sir, we will split up with the villagers to verify that the wife and the young master came to live here eleven years ago. The young master has a wild temper and likes to practice swordsmanship..." p>
After Wang Yifu listened, he asked: "Have the souls of these people been tampered with?"
"We tried it with the Ninghun Jade Pendant, and there was no difference in the villagers' souls."
"Okay, the remaining ones will be checked by the inner palace and clan council. Madam has agreed to go back to the palace. Please prepare and set off at any time to avoid more accidents." Wang Yifu ordered, his right ear trembled slightly, and the heavens and the earth heard it.
The magic was activated, and all the disputes between mother and son in the house were heard.
"I won't go! I don't have a father! You said my father died a long time ago!" Zhi Huazhen acted for a long time before reluctantly following Zhao Dieniang out.
Half an hour later, the motorcade set out from the village. Zhao Dieniang and the maidservants were in a carriage, and Zhi Shouzhen and Wang Yifu rode in the same carriage. He held a konghou in his arms and a broken sword on his waist, and curiously touched the golden thread on the golden pier.
The embroidered tiger with wings glared at Wang Yifu again.
"Do you also like to play the harp?" Wang Yifu smiled slightly, "This one of yours is already worn out. There are many precious harps inlaid with gold and jade in the Marquis' mansion."
"There is no konghou in the Hou Mansion who has been with me for eleven years." Zhi Shouzhen said coldly, "Can I buy gold and jade for eleven years?"
His words were extraordinary. Wang Yifu secretly said that he was surprised and asked, "Did you pick up this broken sword?"
Zhikarizhen hummed: "Daniu picked this up in Funiu Mountain and gave it to me. Didn't you ask Daniel secretly? Why are you pretending not to know anything?"
"Haha, it's my fault." Wang Yifu clapped his hands and laughed, "Young Master is quick to talk to others, just like the six sons of Jiankang Bamboo Forest."
"Xiao An! Xiao An!" There were faint shouts outside the carriage. Zhikari really pulled up the car curtain and leaned forward to look back. Daniel ran over sweating, holding a few warm eggs in his hand, and stuffed them
into his hands.
"I just paid for this." Da Niu breathed quickly. The carriage did not stop and drove away, leaving only the figure of the country boy waving his hands.
Zhikarizhen looked at the egg and fell into a long silence.
In another carriage, Zhao Dieniang stared at the rolled-up scroll burning in the brazier, and the ashes drifted away like withered butterflies.
On Funiu Mountain, the prince's clothes were flying, he looked back at the convoy and looked at the unfathomable night sky.