Huang Xiaoshi had already taken Yan Yu to eat the most famous Jie Feng Yan mutton pot at Shennong Baicaomen in Luoyang, but Weiming hadn't started eating there yet.
Banquets are inherently enclosures. The biggest function in ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, is not the meal, but a meeting place.
It’s just that I don’t understand that standing east for a while and leaning to the west for a while, these people are really not in the same circle, and they really can’t hang out together.
Apart from anything else, you can tell by looking at the person's attire that Wei Ming is the only one wearing bunts in this backyard.
Of course, scholars still have some self-cultivation. No one would criticize Weiming because of his dress, but Weiming felt uncomfortable in his heart.
Suddenly, Weiming saw a piano next to him. He had nothing to do anyway, so he walked over, sat down, and started playing as he pleased.
At this unexplained moment, the surrounding area suddenly became silent, and all the people who had been talking loudly stopped talking.
People gradually gathered around, and Wei Ming, who was obsessed with the music and couldn't extricate himself from the music, suddenly seemed to see a familiar figure flashing past him.
"Ding"
Wei Ming stopped and Qin Meng stood up. He looked around and found no one he knew, as if he had just made a mistake in that glance.
People who didn't know why the sound of the piano stopped, saw the young violinist sit down and then picked up the tune again and played another piece of music.
The style of this song is completely different from the previous one. Upon hearing it, it has an ancient charm.
"This." After listening for a while with his eyes closed, an old man suddenly opened his eyes and said, "This is "Feng Qiu Huang"."
When the piano was played for the second time, the old man danced and sang in harmony with the music:
"There is a beautiful woman here. I will never forget her when I see her."
Not seeing you for a day makes me miss you like crazy.
The phoenix is soaring, and the phoenix is begging for it from all over the world.
Unfortunately, the beauty is not on the east wall."
"well!"
The song ended with applause from all over the place.
The atmosphere immediately became lively. As soon as Mr. Jin saw it, he loudly informed everyone that the "flower viewing wine" had begun.
Following the order, the servants of the Jin family walked into the backyard like running water. Giant candles and lanterns were hung up, tables and chairs were placed neatly, and bowls and chopsticks were placed in complete order.
All kinds of delicacies were served in a row on the table, and finally a jar of daughter's red was placed on the table.
The hosts and guests came to the table one after another. After three rounds of wine, the gold officer knocked all the gold with his chopsticks and shouted proudly: "Come on, please bring out the tenth lady."
As the words fell, a woman in bright red clothes was seen walking slowly into the courtyard with her head lowered, accompanied by two maids. This was Madam Ten.
After the Tenth Lady made a salute to everyone, she said: "I am Pomegranate, and I would like to say hello to you all."
After the ceremony, Madam Ten just raised her head when suddenly, all the lights in the yard went out.
It was already dark by now, and as soon as the lights went out, I couldn't see my fingers.
There was only the sound of something knocking over, and then the screams of various women.
With a flash of unknown perception, he saw a black figure flying out of the yard.
"Is this the flower-picking thief?!"
Such a lewd thief really specializes in robbing women from good families.
Weiming stood up and stood still, then flew up to the roof, chasing after the black shadow in the distance.
Although there is no curfew in Luoyang City at this time, the city gates have been closed. Let me see where you run.
What they didn't expect was that after the flower picker and his men fled to the city wall, a rope ladder had already been prepared.
I saw the flower-picking thief holding the tenth lady on his back, grabbing the ladder with one hand, and climbed up the city wall very quickly.
"Don't let the lewd thief leave!"
Weiming shouted loudly, and he stepped directly onto the wall of the city wall.
On the other side, the flower-picking thief was collecting the rope ladder. He couldn't jump down from such a height.
Wei Ming suddenly stopped in front of him.
"Damn whore, put down that good girl quickly!" Wei Ming shouted loudly at the flower-picking thief.
After the flower-picking thief put away the rope ladder, he lowered it to the other side. Then, the flower-picking thief said a few words into Madam Ten's ear.
Unexpectedly, after Madam Ten heard these words, she left the two of them and climbed down the rope ladder herself.
"You, you, you!"
Wei Ming was shocked to see such strange things.
What's going on, just after hugging her for a while, the flower-picking thief recruited the tenth lady?
Wei Ming was so anxious that he jumped.
"Ten Madam?" Weiming stood on the edge of the city wall and looked down. He saw that Ten Madam's hands and feet were very fast. She was already halfway down.
Weiming didn't dare to shout loudly, as this attracted the guards who were guarding him, but what he was more afraid of was scaring the Tenth Madam off.
At this moment, Weiming felt a sound of wind coming. Subconsciously, Weiming flashed back and saw a snow-white sword slashing past his eyes.
Such a familiar knife...
Ah! That bad guy in the woods!
After forcing Wei Ming back from the city wall with a knife, the man in black jumped up and jumped off the city wall.
The moment the man in black jumped up, Weiming, who was about to chase him, suddenly froze.
Why does this back look more and more like Feng Chuixue who is longing for you?
Is Fengchuixue a flower-picking thief?
No, no, this is not the point.
Feng Chuixue was actually the bad guy who almost chopped me to death in the woods?
No, that's not the point either.
Feng Chuixue turned out to be a woman!
Wei Ming's mind suddenly stopped.
…
Today, the mutton pot was eaten with tea.
Yanyu doesn't drink, and Huang Xiaoshi is too embarrassed to drink alone.
However, eating meat without drinking alcohol is equivalent to eating hot pot without dipping the dish. It always feels like something is missing.
After the two had finished their meal, they returned to Shennong Baicao Gate. By this time, Yan Yu's residence had been sorted out, and it was a small house in the second courtyard.
The house is not big, but it is remote.
Anyway, Huang Xiaoshi felt that given Yan Yu's character, it would be better to arrange him as favorably as possible.
It seems that he was right, at least Yanyu seems to be very satisfied with this place.
"Brother Yan, I'm new here, so I might not take good care of you. If there's anything wrong, you can give it to me, or to someone else, whoever it is, just say it. But don't let anyone know about it."
After Huang Xiaoshi was polite to Yan Yu for the last time, he also returned to his small courtyard.
Just now, Huang Xiaoshi found the caravan that was about to leave for Shuzhong tomorrow and asked them to deliver the letter to the main gate of Shuzhong.
Huang Xiaoshi's time to get up was uncertain. If the caravan left early, the letter would be delayed.
Since it is something entrusted by others, it must be done well.
Huang Xiaoshi took out the flint and slowly lit the straw paper, and then used the straw paper to light the butter candle on the table. He sat in front of and behind the table and took out a piece of paper from his arms.
Huang Xiaoshi opened the paper, which was filled with words. It turned out that this was the letter from this afternoon.
Huang Xiaoshi asked someone to take a letter to Shuzhong, but he copied the letter again after returning to this room. This is the original manuscript.
This manuscript has an extremely important purpose for Huang Xiaoshi.
Under the illumination of a super-bright candlestick with five candles, Huang Xiaoshi was carefully looking at the handwriting of the manuscript and Yan Yu's handwriting.
After meeting King He Cheng, one day suddenly, Huang Xiaoshi thought of a serious problem.
Although Yan Yu believed that there was nothing left to prove his identity, he made one mistake.
That's handwriting.
Once a person's writing is formed, it is difficult to change. Even if the handwriting changes with age, the font shape and word fronts will not change.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the calligraphy written by Yan Yu can be called a treasure of calligraphy.
Huang Xiaoshi couldn't gamble. There were no words left by Yan Yu when he was a child in this world. This was the biggest flaw.
Of course, Prince Cheng must have gotten his own handwriting, and maybe he was checking it, but the result must be that it doesn't match.
But this is not important. Huang Xiaoshi could deliberately write it differently because he was worried about his whereabouts being discovered.
But there is a problem here. Huang Xiaoshi must be able to write the original font.
Even if you don’t learn much, you can excuse it by saying you haven’t written in many years, but you must be able to write.
That's the details.
The devil is in the details.
There have been many things in ancient and modern times where everything was arranged properly, but in the end, something went wrong in an inconspicuous detail, causing the whole thing to collapse.
A lie must be made up for with a hundred lies. From the first lie, you must keep lying until the logic is self-consistent and until the lie blends into the truth.
Now, Huang Xiaoshi is short of handwriting.
While Huang Xiaoshi was running the [Inner Alchemy True Method], he was writing with his pen.
These characters are still too few. I will have to find a way to get some more characters from Yan Yu in the future.
Huang Xiaoshi, who was so cautious, may not have thought that his careful preparations would be in vain.
King Cheng and Bai Jiuchi did not continue to check Huang Xiaoshi's background, but there was another person who kept looking into his case.
…
During this period of time, Weiming has been searching around Luoyang and surrounding areas for news about the flower-picking bandit.
Seeing Wei Ming's jealous look, everyone was sighing that Xiaoyaogu's young hero was indeed a chivalrous person. Even Jin Yuanwai persuaded Wei Ming: "Don't bother me anymore. I'm just a woman. I'll buy another one."
That’s it.
Are you bothered by the fact that you come to see me eight times a day?
If you bother me, I will report you to the official!
Ah, no, I am the official.
Get out of here!"
It's a pity that after stealing the tenth lady, the flower-picking thief disappeared and was never seen again.
After this clue was broken, Wei Ming had to think of another way.
Weiming heard that Madam Ten was originally from the east end of Luoyang City, so she wanted to start from this aspect, maybe she would gain something.
After finding Madam Shi's home in the east end of the city, she found that Madam Ten's family had a very strange attitude towards her.
Her mother was obedient and didn't dare to say anything, while her father looked indifferent.
However, Wei Ming did get a bit of an unexpected surprise. He said that there lived a scholar named Li Weizhi on the same street.
Li Weizhi and Sister Shiliu have been childhood sweethearts since they were young. When they grow up, they have become more and more like a husband and a concubine. They will marry you only if you have to, and you will not marry unless you have them.
Li Weizhi's family was poor, and his parents died young. Although he was well-read in poetry and books, and he was extremely intelligent, his success and fame were not smooth because he didn't understand some of the rules in the examination room. He is still a scholar today (exam candidates are extremely exam-oriented,
It’s hard to spell it out without some wealth).
That is because Li Weizhi was a poor scholar and Sister Shiliu's father disliked poverty and loved being rich. He was so greedy for money that he sold Sister Shiliu to Jin Yuanwai for a high price of one thousand taels of silver.
Weiming heard from a neighbor that on the day Sister Shiliu got married, the scholar went out of the city alone, saying he was going to commit suicide by throwing himself into a lake.
"Then, is Li Xiucai dead?" Weiming asked.
The neighbors all shook their heads and said that from that day on, they never saw Li Xiucai again.
Weiming ran to the lake and took another look around. He also asked a nearby fisherman and said that he had not found any floating corpses during this period.
If you look at these things individually, each of them is very strange, but if you look at them together, you will understand them at once.
No wonder that night, Shiliu climbed the ladder down to the city wall without caring about her own safety. It looked like she had been robbed.
Feng Chuixue must have told her where Li Weizhi was waiting for her, so she cooperated like this.
Sister Shiliu's parents probably guessed something, because their daughter and Li Weizhi disappeared together, and they most likely eloped.
But Shiliu's father had already received a thousand taels of silver from Jin Yuan as a gift, and he would never return the money, so today Wei Ming came to ask, and Shiliu's father looked like he was rushing people out.
Pomegranate's mother wanted to ask about Pomegranate's safety, but she was afraid that asking would cause trouble to her family, so she was too timid to say anything.
At this point, the mystery of the flower-picking thief has been solved. The flower-picking thief is Feng Chuixue, but the so-called picking flowers and stealing people are actually saving people.
Feng Chuixue is indeed a good person. This time alone, she saved Shiliu and Li Weizhi at the same time.
Wei Ming felt that his heart was now as sweet as honey. He had used all the good words he could think of on Feng Chui Xue. He really wished he could blow his favorite woman to the sky.
But, where is the wind and snow?
I really want to see her again.
…
Yanyu lived a simple and happy life in Shennong Baicaomen.
Huang Xiaoshi observes Yan Yu's words and deeds every day in order to imitate them.
At this time, Huang Xiaoshi finally understood why Yan Yu was called "Sword Madman".
What this sword fanatic means is not that Yan Yu practices sword practice every day, but that his attitude towards swords is almost like a fetish.
Take Jingjing, another martial arts madman that Huang Xiaoshi is very familiar with, as an example. The second senior brother is a standard action person. He will feel itchy after not practicing with others for three days.
Thorns is a master of both swords and swordsmanship, but Thorns ranks among the top three among the younger generation in both swordsmanship and swordsmanship.
However, no matter how much Thorns likes to practice sword martial arts, the sword itself is just a set of tools to him. As long as there is a better and more convenient sword, he can change it at will without any attachment.
But Yan Yu is different. He treats the sword in his hand like a lover.
Although Yan Yu also likes other swords, that kind of love is the same as a man's love for beautiful women, and the sword in his hand is his wife, lover, and the love of this life.
Huang Xiaoshi was shocked when he saw Yan Yu's actions when wiping his sword with a cotton towel every day, and his look in his eyes.
Naturally, Huang Xiaoshi also gave up the idea of asking for another quick sword for Yan Yu.
Respect marriage and reject mistresses.
…
Yanyu is extremely satisfied with his current life.
Shennong Baicaomen is not as quiet as Qingcheng Mountain. People come and go every day, and everyone comes in and out, but the whole thing is transparent to Yan Yu.
Yanyu is separated from life.
Not only the layoff, but also any other matters, did not require Yanyu to do anything. Huang Xiaoshi had no instructions and no arrangements, so everyone regarded this little brother as nothing.
Every day Yanyu would find a place anywhere in the Second Courtyard to practice swordplay. From morning dance to afternoon, no one would come to say a word to him.
Huang Xiaoshi also had a lot of free time, and the two of them exchanged blows from time to time.
What impressed Yan Yu was that Huang Xiaoshi's swordsmanship was indeed very exquisite, and he benefited a lot from fighting with him.
In the Qingcheng sect, one of Yan Yu's biggest worries is that he has no opponents to compete with, so he can only practice by himself while repeatedly thinking about it in his mind. Such imaginary moves are definitely not as good as fighting against others.
In just a few days, Yan Yu has already fallen in love with the life here.